#idk I’ve been taking one a week while I’m at work for no reason

[fuck-em-up-your-grace]

lowkey gonna try and finish this fic—one I've had on the back-burner for several years, mind you—in three weeks

[tsunomenom]

so american | ln4 smau

♡ summary: lando’s foolproof plan to skip media day to go to disney world with you backfires ending in an accidental hard launch right before miami

♡ pairing: lando norris x actress!reader

♡ warnings: use of yn, hate comments

♡ faceclaim: chandler kinney

♡ a/n: bye it’s been weeks since miami gp 🙂

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user122 REAL

user034 WAIT SINCE WHEN DID YOU LIKE F1??

user035 tell the truth is your fyp all miami gp edits 👀

yourusername don’t tell anyone 🤫🤫🤫

user199 I COULD SPEND A FEW DAYS IN MIAMI 🕺🕺🕺

user007 okay but in a miami gp way or a will smith way?

user045 it’s such a universal experience of f1 to be obsessed with miami edits 😭😭

user341 but this is the first time i’ve ever seen her mention f1 😭

user004 miami gp vibes > the actual gp 😭😭

yourusername disagree 🥰

user400 oh great another celebrity pretending to be into formula 1 🙄

user143 is it so hard to believe someone could idk ACTUALLY like a sport 😀

—— messages between yn & lando

—— instagram

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f1 McLaren have confirmed Lando Norris will not be attending Media Day! According to the team he is sick.

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user302 max would be proud ngl

user102 considering he’s missing too 😭😭

user041 OMG he’s also having a baby!

user422 i didn’t know lando was pregnant!! who’s is it???

user332 user422 carlos’ obvi 🙄

user481 user332 idk i heard it’s oscar’s 🤨🤨

user310 not real world champion behavior skipping media day 🙄

user444 you cannot be serious

user190 MAX IS LITERALLY ALSO MISSING MEDIA DAY 😭😭😭

user145 hope he feels better before tomorrow!!

user034 OH NO :((

user010 another appendix falls victim to f1??

user122 stop 😭😭

—— twitter

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user951 WTF 😭😭

user177 don’t expose him bros gonna get a fine 🤧🤧

user190 that’s so unprofessional 🙄

user992 literally calm yourself down bro

user470 MYSTERY GIRL?? HE SKIPPED MEDIA DAY FOR A DATE??

user110 PUT SOME RESPECT ON HER NAME THATS YN LN IN THOSE PHOTOS 😭😭

user150 SHUT UP ARE YOU SERIOUS 😭

user225 ROCK ON 🤘

user302 well max would be proud

user111 max taught him how to get out of media days (real)

user040 soooo lando’s on a date at disney with a famous american actress while the rest of the grid is stuck doing media 😭

user176 precisely 🙂‍↕️

yourusername shit 😀

user909 STOP HEY QUEEN

user125 i’m actually like so sad your guys privacy got invaded like that 😭

user420 user125 i mean they were in a public place

user125 user420 doesn’t mean they wanted pictures taken of them 🙄

—— instagram

lando

🎵 Olivia Rodrigo • so american

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lando when you miss your girlfriend’s actual birthday so you take her to disney and miss work just to get exposed by fans and get fined by the fia… worth it 😍

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user102 HARD LAUNCH ‼️‼️‼️

user876 AMERICAN IN THE PADDOCK ONCE AGAIN WE WON

user221 USA USA USA USA

user717 GIRLFRIEND‼️ GIRLFRIEND‼️

mclaren a happy late birthday to yn! maybe no more fines though?

user989 clocked his shit 😭

user187 ADMIN THATS WILD

yourusername my bad queen 🫣

user781 THIS IS CUTE (valid reason for skipping, fia take the fine back 🙂‍↔️)

oscarpiastri I pulled double duty with the media for you

yourusername but it’s okay cause you like me? 🙃

oscarpiastri yourusername 🙂

user771 WAIT HES DATING WILLA FROM ZOMBIES 😭😭😭

user108 MY QUEEN YN LN 😍

alex_albon when fans force your hard launch 😭

lando … worth it 🙃

yourusername lando i trained him like this guys he’s so well behaved ☺️☺️

user004 yourusername AS YOU SHOULD 😭

user120 yourusername teach us your ways 😍

milomanheim HEY I KNOW HER 🤭☝️

milomanheim ROCK ON 🤟

lando 🤟🤟

milomanheim OMG is that THE yn ln?? LIKE THE YN LN 😍😍

yourusername STOPP YOURE EMBARRASSING ME 😭😭

user789 who the fuck is this 😭

user198 user789 he’s her costar and like one of her best friends 😭😭😭

lando dude 😭😭

user890 STAWP THIS IS A CROSSOVER MEANT JUST FOR ME 😭😭😭

user770 REAL

user121 a new american on the grid (wag) but still missing logan sargeant 🤧🤧🤧

yourusername i’ll do my best to represent guys 😭😭 (i miss logan too)

user886 yourusername OH SHES AMERICAN ☝️☝️

f1 We do not promote skipping media days! but admin cannot deny this is adorable :)

yourusername you’re a real one f1 admin 🤧🤧

lando i thought so too (ill try not to skip anymore media days 🫣)

yourusername GUYS DONT WORRY I TOLD HIM ID PAY THE FINE (i’m not paying the fine) (it’s literally my birthday)

user700 BYE I LOVE HER ALREADY

user522 STOP HILARIOUS 😭😭

maxfewtrell you gotta help him out he’ll go broke yn 😔

alex_albon but i thought it… wasn’t your birthday??

lando WAIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE SERIOUS 😟😟

lando maxfewtrell I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW—

yourusername alex_albon can you like… back off 🤨

—— yourusername instagram story

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user098 it’s iconic queen 🙂‍↕️

lilymhe icon. legend. you are the moment.

➥ yourusername stoppp 😭😭

user191 wear it as a badge of honor

jennaortega brat

➥ yourusername very very brat‼️

user700 it’s okay queen we are all obsessed

user020 ITS ICONIC STOP 😭

user551 best thing to come out of formula 1 in a WHILE 😭😭

user121 still shocks me he’s having to pay SO MUCH 😭

lando such an expensive trip 😪

➥ yourusername and you didn’t even buy yourself ears 😪😪

user912 you’re a legend 😭😭

—— instagram

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f1 What a race we have in prospect 🤩

Our grid for Sunday!

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user989 lando: skips media day, gets a fine. also lando: wins the sprint race and gets on the front row for the race

user179 american girlfriend effect‼️‼️

user182 aww max and lando just wanna be together all the time ☺️☺️

user988 STOP 😭😭

user102 max pulling a max 🙂‍↕️😤

user042 papaya 1-2 tomorrow please 🙏🙏🙏🙏

user121 lando getting the good luck from his american girlfriend (it’s real) (rawr 🦅)

user030 her patriotism makes him go fast

user092 USA USA USA

user120 is this… america deciding lando is a honorary american??

yourusername yes.

user033 yourusername the queen has spoken. he’s basically american.

—— drivers’ press conference

(pic 1: Journalist: Lando, one last question: You confirmed your relationship this week with actress, Yn Ln, after you skipped media day to spend it with her. How are you feeling about that now? And has that affected you this week?)(pic 2: Lando: I knew this would come up! *laughs* God, uhm... I don't think it's affected my driving this week. Let's start there, and I’m feeling good about it. We've been together a while, and we were not planning on "hard-launching" anytime soon... but things happen. We're good. We had fun at Disney, and I’d pay a thousand fines if it meant making her happy.)

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user221 his answer is SOO??

user031 ITS SO CUTE 😭😭🤧

user102 HOW LONG IS AWHILE??

user223 HE SAID HED PAY A THOUSAND FINES 😪😪

user025 excuse me while i go lay in the street because WTF

user178 i’ve seen enough i need him on podium so we get cute little shots of her watching him 😪😪😪

user992 i’m obsessed

user176 such couple goals

user111 IM SO DONE 😭😭

user276 FIA TAKE THE FINE BACK

user032 ENOUGH everyone else can GO HOME because no one is EVER beating them 😪

user229 best couple in the paddock

[sirenhyun]

SURREAL

•this is my first story on here and also my first time writing smut. I apologize if it sucks

• summary- hyunjin is your best friend that always cares for you, your toxic boyfriend ruins your day again and while hyunjin is comforting you, your relationship takes a change for the better.

•WARNINGS- smut, angst, praise, manhandling, sex while someone else is on a phone call, overstimulation, cheating, a sex video gets sent, and yeah idk probably missing a lot.

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Hyunjin is your best friend, he always has been. Nothing more. Yeah, you noticed how he looked at you when you wore a pretty outfit and how his tone would change to be flirty when you were alone but you never crossed that line with him. For one reason and that reason alone. Your boyfriend. 

Your boyfriend is controlling,mean, and just horrible. You get into an argument? He’s out with another girl. You do something he doesn’t like? Once again, finds another girl for the night. Yeah you knew, but your to attached to leave, scared to be alone. After all you “love” him or so you think anyway. 

One thing you KNOW your boyfriend hates is Hyunjin. Because who was going to be there every single time your boyfriend was seen out with another girl after making you cry, with open arms and your favorite snacks? Hyunjin was. And he’s always been so patient with you. (As if he wouldn’t love to snap your boyfriend’s neck) but he’s not that type.

It’s a boring Saturday evening at work. And your day has been awful. Employees dumping all there work on you, losing your files, spilling coffee on your favorite Versace shirt. Just everything awful. You couldn’t wait to get home to your boyfriend. You had a movie date planned for later. It would be your first time out somewhere in months even if it is just a small town theater. Your lunch break finally arrives and you sit down at your table after heating up some ramen and check your phone.

Bf- hey, plans changed turns out I’ll be busy tonight

Y/n- are you kidding? I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks

Bf- well then I’m just the fucking worst huh? I told you I’m busy y/n. Stop trying to argue with me like a bitch and be happy I even told you something came up. 

You didn’t bother answering back after that message. You just shoved your phone back in your pocket and finished your ramen while your eyes teared up a little causing your mascara to melt in the corners of your eyes. It’s all you thought about for the rest of the time at work. 

Finally, it ends and even though you’re upset atleast you can finally relax at home though with some popcorn and wine. You walk out the work building to get drenched in rain, ruining your shirt even more as you frown but drive home regardless. You decide to stop at your favorite restaurant and pick up some food for tonight for when you binge watch your favorite shows.

As you place your order to the waitress at the front and ask to have it to go your eyes widen as you suddenly see the last straw to ruin your day. Your boyfriend sitting at a booth with another girl who looks to be made from plastic head to toe. Your eyes start to get teary and your brows furrow from anger. Should you approach them? No. What’s the point he’ll just cause a scene and find a way to spin it. You run out crying forgetting about your order. You sit in your car after slamming the door and after a second to collect yourself you message your best friend. 

Y/n- Hey? This has literally been the worst day of my life and I just caught b/n with some stupid fucking bimbo at the Mexican place down town, can I please come over?

Hyunjin- oh my fucking god can he just khs or something? And yes, of course you can come over. I’ll make us some dinner just try not to stress to bad, love.

A little smile forms at your lips at the word “love” but you put your phone up and make your way to his place quickly. Stepping out your car and knocking on his door, holding your hands nervously like you haven’t been there hundreds of times.

The door opens, and there he is, dark, grown out buzzed hair, a collared shirt with some jeans and of course his favorite jewelry. Seeing how good he looked compared to how you feel about yourself right now almost made you feel worse. Without noticing he comes in for a hug and shuts the door behind you. 

“Hey y/n, you doing okay? The foods almost ready once it is you can talk to me as much as you want”

You nod and watch him give you that soft cute smile and go into the kitchen to turn the eye off and start getting your food ready. Moments later, after everything’s set your sitting on his couch together eating while a movie plays in the background neither of you are paying attention too.

“I just don’t understand what I do wrong I really love him and I just wish he didn’t always make me feel this way” you stated tears starting to form again.

“ y/n, it’s not you and you know that so stop blaming yourself. He’s an asshole and he’s probably just using you to look good. You seriously need to stand up for yourself and leave.” Hyunjins right, you know that. But your to scared to just leave. 

“I know it’s just…(your tears start to fall mid sentence and he sets your food to the side and moves you closer to him so he can stroke your hair and hold you against his chest.) 

“Hm? It’s okay sweet girl, let it out. He’s not here to hurt you.”

And you did. Fucking bawled in his arms. Not like it was the first time. After your done he sits your face up in his palms and stares into your eyes as he wipes your tears with his thumbs. 

“T-thank you for always dealing with me hyun..” 

“Shh, you know id drop anything to make sure you’re okay.”

Time passes, and you watch your movie with hyunjin on his couch and then start to play a game of uno on the floor on his coffee table. 

“Uno!, I win again!” Hyun claims while lifting his arms into the air.

“Bullshit! That was way too fast!”

“What can I say, I’m very good with speed” he replied smugly and gave you a silly wink causing you to playfully role your eyes.

“Your as slow as a turtle your just good a cheating. Empty your pockets!” 

“Ugh, you got me” he says with that same smile and empties his jean pockets to reveal 7 cards shoved in them, that he throws on the table. “I really am good with speed though, that’s quite offensive”

“Pftt, what makes you think that? Your little one night stands?” 

“You say that like I’m some sort of whore, it’s just every few months and fyi yes. They all left satisfied” 

“Uh huh, whatever you say slut” you joke with the name calling with a smile 

“Oh what? You don’t believe me huh?

“Nope” you pop the p

He stands up and walks over to you, lifting you up by your arms to bring you to your feet and then picks you up over his shoulder and throws you on the couch, and starts tickling you. 

“Ah! Hyun stop!” You giggle trying to kick him off of you.

“Never been told that before” he jokes and you hit his shoulder, both of you laughing. But suddenly there’s a change. The way he’s looking into your eyes. It’s different. Loving? You don’t know how it happened. It was to quick. But before you knew it his plush lips were pressing against yours. It so soft and feels so genuine. You kiss him back a little so he kisses a little rougher this time until it hits you and you push him off.

“What’s wrong? Was that to far? I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable or anything I just got ahead of myself.” He asks worried he went to far 

“No it’s not that it’s just..(you sigh)..hyunjin that’s cheating.” 

He scoffs and immediately has an attitude change. “You’re not fucking serious right?” He sounds more annoyed now

“Hyun, it’s wrong I don’t want to hurt him like-(hyunjin cuts you off mid sentence) “you mean how he hurts you?” That makes your eyes widen and your mouth fall open for a second before getting defensive.

“He’s done me wrong a few times yeah, but that doesn’t mean he’s a bad person hyunjin!” 

“Omg there’s no way you’re serious. Y/n barely an hour ago you were sobbing in my arms like a child about how fucking horrible he is to you, yet you think this is wrong? Cause it’ll “hurt” him? How many fucking times have you had to run to me about him hurting you? Hm? More than a fucking nough that’s for sure”

You’re silent for a moment thinking about his words. He stares at you and raises an eyebrow still irritated before he speaks again “look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t think about it. That there isn’t more to it than you just coming to me for comfort because we’re “friends” y/n”

You don’t say anything. Just look back up at him with a frown and he cups your jaw with one hand and strokes your cheek. “Mhm, so please let the guy who actually gives a shit about you and your feelings have this. Cause I’d do anything for you.”

No more words are said as he looks into your eyes for your consent before smashing his lips back onto yours again lovingly. You kiss him back and you start to make out, as soon as you make that “mm” noise he scoops you up in his arms, not breaking the kiss and starts carrying you to his bedroom.

“You gonna let me take care of you? Hm?” He asks while he drops you on his bed and starts to straddle you, removing his shirt. You nod and your eyes follow his defined muscles making him smile confidently.

His hands travel your body slowly, building tension as he takes off your shirt and unbuttons your shorts, sliding them off easily and throwing both items on the floor carelessly. “God look at you, so pretty..he really didn’t deserve you..” 

His words make you blush and want to cover yourself but he grabs your hands pinning them with one hand so you can’t hide. “Don’t get shy on me, I wanna see you”

He starts to kiss your neck and breasts, sucking on each one fairly and licking on your nubs before kissing down your body stopping right before your panties. He looks up at you with a smug smile and his hands trace your thighs before starting to kiss them and breath directly on your clothed cunt. Teasing.

“Hyunjin..” you call his name needily.

“Hm? You need something, gorgeous?” he replied looking up into your eyes enjoying teasing you.

“Please…” you beg softly and he hums, tracing your panties.

“You know normally I would deny anyone for that weak begging but you’ve had a hard day haven’t you, sweetheart?” His tone of voice makes your legs squirm a little and your face heat up. He starts to slide down your panties. Groaning at the sight of your soaked cunt.

“Would’ve done this sooner if I knew I had that affect on you.” He stated making you blush and without another word he dives straight into your cunt. Licking a long stripe up your slit then sucking on your clit making you moan out and reach for this hair. 

“F-fuck jinnie…” he hums on your clit and moves down to tongue fuck your needy hole, using his finger to keep your clit stimulated. Your leg tried to shut on his head from the intense feeling but he pries it back open and rubs your inner thigh. 

“Shit..I t-think I’m going to cum jinnie please..” you beg while your back arches and you pull at his short hair more, squeezing your eyes shut. You’re so close. Then he slides his tongue out, gives your clit a kiss and pulls off, denying you.

“Hyunjin what the fuck? I was so close!” He laughs and kisses your forehead before straddling you. 

“I know, but I want to feel it when you cum on my cock” he replies swiftly making you feel embarrassed. He slides off his own pants and boxers, revealing his hard, pink cock. It’s pretty and it’s long. There’s pre cum dripping off the tip and he uses his hand to gather it and rub it all over his cock as he gives it a few pumps while groaning.

“Fuck..” you mutter, and he looks back up at you and smirks

“You want me to use protection right?” He asks

“I’m uh on the pill but it’s up to you i don- (he cuts you off again) “no it’s not up to me, it’s your body. Do you want me to use protection or not, sweetheart.” You swear he must be a gift from god from how he talks to you.

“I would prefer it if you didn’t” you replied.

“Mhm..” he replies focusing on your cunt. He rubs his tip through your arousal and soaked folds, making sure to bump your clit a few times to get some squeals out of you before slowly pushing in.

“mmm your tight..” he groans

“I feel like you’re hitting my womb already” you reply and he laughs starting to thrust slowly into you and you moan. It’s soft sex, loving. He’s not rushing. He just wants to make you feel him, he leans down to kiss you, then your phone buzzes on his nightstand, you both ignore it obviously, but then it buzzes again, and again making you both  a bit frustrated on it ruining the moment. But it’s not until it starts to ring, a phone call incoming that hyunjin gets so annoyed he just picks it up to check who it is. 

“Is it important?” You ask curious and also kind of worried. Hyunjin just stares at your phone, his tongue in his cheek and his mouth open,he starts to look more irritated? You’re confused but find it hot.. “hyun, who is it?” You ask again, he exhales a heavy breath through his nose before answering.

“It’s your man” he says sarcastically, clearly upset..

“Just ignore it I’ll deal with it later” you say with a sigh. But he doesn’t. Cause hyunjins had enough. You don’t know when his behavior started to change like this. But it did. He hits the answer button and puts the phone on speaker. 

“Hello? Y/n where the fuck are you?” Your bf asks through the phone, and you whisper to hyunjin “I told you to ignore it hyunjin what the fuck..” And hyunjin just looks at the phone then back at you with this mischievous smile before answering out loud 

“Oh she’s right here” you swear your heart dropped. You hit his shoulder hoping, praying he’d just hang up, as you try to grab the phone he grabs your hands with one arm and pins them above your head.

“What the fuck do you mean she’s right there? Who is this?” Your bf asks confused and clearly getting angry. 

“It’s hyunjin, duh what other guy would she be with dumbass” he rolls his eyes 

“Of course it’s you, you fucking prick. Where the fuck is she i need to talk to her” 

“I told you she’s right here” Hyunjin responds 

“Right where, idiot” 

“Rightttt here” Hyunjin says and smirks before starting to thrust into you hard and unexpected, causing you to moan out and instantly regret it.

“What the fuck?! Y/n? What’s going on?!” Your bf responds dropping something on the other line.

“Just giving her what you fucking couldn’t” Hyunjin laughs and continues to thrust into hard making you whimper. 

“You motherfucker, y/n I’m going to beat the shit out of you when you get home”

“First of all watch your mouth, second of all she’s not coming home. Are you baby?” Hyunjin replies and looks down at you and thrusts extra hard this time making you moan again as if responding to him.

Hyunjins getting off on this so bad, and your panicking unable to do anything but moan, your to scared to speak. Afraid of what your bf might say back to you. Hyunjin just listens to your boyfriend bitch on the speaker phone with a smile on his face. 

“She’s loose anyway, fucker.” Your bf adds to his rant

Hyunjin flips you over onto your stomach and drags your hips up into doggy, making you gasp. your phone now laying on the bed still on speaker. Hyunjin sinks back into your wetness. 

“Actually, she’s really fucking tight, man you must have a tiny ass dick” he laughs again. And your boyfriend keeps ranting and hyunjin leans over your back when he notices your head shoved in the pillow and he whispers in your ear. “Does that feel good baby? Don’t worry about him just focus on how my cock feels filling you up, yeah?” He kisses your hair and you shiver and whine into the pillow 

He continues to listen to your boyfriend rant on the phone. “Your not even all that, your just using her for your own pleasure anyway so I don’t care what you do with that slut!” He keeps on and hyunjin answers with a smug smile on his face. 

“Using her for my own pleasure huh? Yeah totallyyyy (he says sarcastically) that’s why she’s over her moaning all over my cock while I feed into her desires, I could use her but I can’t..she’s not like them she’s..well..to special to me for that” he stated and slides his hand into your hair and starts gently scratching your scalp as if soothing you despite his rough thrusts.

You start to squirm, and when he feels you start to squeeze him just a little he gasps 

with a smile and leans back over you, his chest against your back, hand still in your hair to whisper to you “aww I think my pretty baby’s cunt is trying to tell me something. Does that feel good?” All you do is whimper not being able to make up words. Suddenly he changes his angle and hits your spot right on making you grip the pillow harshly and moan out loud lifting your head up. “Oh right there huh? You like that spot?” 

“J-jinnie please..” you cry out

“You gonna be a good girl for me and cum for me hm?” 

You hesitate to respond, you have a decent ego but the way he talks to you like your weak and need protected keeps cracking it more and more as you try to hold on to that last bit of it. 

“Oh no answer huh?” Hyunjin really starts to pound directly into that spot now, both of you ignoring your boyfriend who’s still on the phone. You moan and cry out as he abuses your spot but he keeps teasing. “I asked you a question baby, come on who’s a good girl? “ 

“I-i am hyun!” You cry out with whimpers. All of your ego completely shattered and he laughs and pounds quicker and you feel your high rising. He’s going so hard it almost hurts but the pleasure overcomes it still you start shaking a little and he notices, his hand scratching your head softly again now to soothe you as he whispers. 

“I know baby I know, come on you can do it. Do it for me yeah?”

That’s all it takes for you to lose control and explode on his cock, shaking and your hands reaching out to grab onto him as he keeps you in place. What neither of you expected was for him to make you squirt. It drips down your thighs and his lower abdomen, coating his cock his face is in awe. 

He groans “god you’re such a good fucking girl, squirting all over me fuckk sweetheart I’m so proud of you” that makes you squeeze him again. He continues to fuck you shower now chasing his own release until he starts to quicken his pace getting close, overstimulating you in the process as you whine and a tear even falls but he wipes it away.

“It’s okay gorgeous, I know I know just take it for me, make me proud and take it okay? You’re doing so good” his hips stutter and he hits harder starting to groan now. And you cry from overstimulation yet you cum on him again and at the same time he cums too, pushing all his warm cum deep inside of you biting his lip. 

“H-hyunjinn!…” you cry out for the last time and he makes sure his cum stays deep inside of you before grabbing your phone, that your boyfriend had now hung up on and starting to record a video of him pulling out of you making sure it captures all his cum spilling out and the mix of your arousal and squirt all on the sheets. He sends it to your boyfriend without another thought and throws your phone to the side. 

He notices you not moving. “Hey, you doing okay?”

You just make a mph sound and that’s all he needs to know as he leans in to kiss your shoulder then sits up. “I’ll be right back okay love? I need to clean you up.” He stands up, sliding on his boxers and disappears into his bathroom and comes back out with a warm wet cloth and slowly starts to wipe your now puffy pussy. You wince a little from the overstimulation. “Hey your okay baby just let me take care of you” you nod your face still in the pillow and once he’s done he wipes the sheets too and throws the towel in his washing machine. 

He climbs back into the bed beside you and you instantly reach out for him making him giggle a little and wrap his arms around you, kissing your forehead. “I take it you enjoyed yourself.” He says teasingly and you playfully hit his chest before nuzzling it like a cat. 

“Hey, hyunjin?” You ask

“Hm sweet girl?”

“Um..Is it okay for me to say I love you?..”

“Of course gorgeous, I’ve loved you for years” he relied with a smile and kisses your head.

“Well, I love you alot” you say nuzzling him. “I’m sorry for not noticing sooner”

He just sighs a little but not from annoyness but from tiredness. “It’s okay y/n all that matters now is that your mine. And I love you too”

You smile at him holding his tighter before it hits you. “Omg I can’t believe you answered that call!”

He laughs and you keep going 

“It’s not funny hyunjin that was crazy!”

“Oh come on that was so fun, I got to rub it in his face and it’s safe to say he’s never gonna message you again. Been wanting to do that to that guy for forever.”

“You’re insane..” your phone buzzes and you reach for it and it’s your boyfriend. You click on the message and it’s a paragraph of curses and that’s when you see the video hyunjin sent him.

“HYUNJIN, I CANT BELIEVE YOU.” You say loudly staring at your phone, he rolls his eyes and grabs it out your hand.

“I had to make sure he’d leave you alone, it’s not like it’s anything he hasn’t seen before. We’ll definitely not that wet but-“ 

“HYUNJIN JUST SHUSH.” You yell embarrassed making him laugh

“Okay okay, I’m blocking his number regardless though” he says before blocking your boyfriend and giving you your phone back.

You snatch it back and lay it on your nightstand. “I guess you weren’t playing about being fast though..”

“Told you I knew what you were into” he responded.

“You don’t know THAT much..” you lie trying to save your ego and he raises an eyebrow

“Oh so you weren’t shaking and screaming my name 10 minutes ago? Not to mention how you squirted all over me and my bed” your face flushes red knowing he’s right. 

“In fact I think someone might have a little voice kink from how tight you squeezed me when I whispered to you” he added

“Okay okay whatever just shut up…” you say embarrassed and he smiles 

“You really are my good girl though”

“HYUNJIN.”

[sincerelybubbles]

It's a Date part 2

warnings: fluff, descriptions of being touch starved (? idk) not really edited oopsies

synopsis: things go well after f!reader and spencer's date, spencer helps reader see that she's wanted and deserving of affection

part 1

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

“Sorry, it’s messy,” you say, wringing your hands as you walk through the door. You hear Spencer laugh out through his nose, a quick burst of air that has you spinning around to watch him latch the door. 

He’s shaking his head, hair falling in front of his eyes, nose bridge crinkled. 

“What?”

“You’re acting like I’ve never been here before.” He twists the deadbolt and walks over to you, shaking his head one more time before slipping off his shoes and heading into the kitchen. 

“I don’t know, I guess it feels different, somehow, now that …” Neither of you has tried to put a label on this. It’s been weeks, coffee dates squished between hectic work schedules, yawning absences while he chases cases with the team, and one movie night at his place that had you listening to him rant about the inaccuracies of a historical drama you picked out. It’s been lovely, you adore his tendencies to go off on tangents, enjoying simply watching him light up and trip over his own words to get everything out. It feels like he’s racing to say whatever he can before you interrupt him. You never have, something he commented on during your second date. 

“You know you can just tell me to shut up when I go off about stupid stuff like that. Everyone does, I’m used to it, I don’t want to bore you.” “Why would I? It’s not boring or stupid — it’s stuff you care about and I like hearing what you care about.”

“Now that, what?” Spencer asks, settling his back against your counter and resting his hands on the edge behind him. 

He’s still in his work clothes, tie loose, gun at his hip, hair behind his ears. 

One thing you didn’t expect from him? Confidence. You knew he had to be confident in some ways — he’s never doubted his intellectual ability that you could tell — but it only took a short time for him to gain his comfort around you. No longer did he blush and bumble his way through sentences, struggling to meet your eye. Your first kiss actually seemed to clear that up quickly. 

It happened feet away from where you’re standing, outside of your door, after dinner. He reached forward to brush an eyelash on your cheek as you said goodbye, you leaned into his hand and, after a moment and with a burst of adrenaline that fueled your forwardness, you leaned up and toward him, a hand on his arm, and brought your lips to his.  He was hesitant, fingertips brushing your cheekbone, but he came to life as you pulled away to ask him if this was alright, palm meeting your cheek fully and bringing you in for a proper kiss.  Excitement was evident by the way he pressed closer to you, stepping nearer and putting another hand on your waist, locking you in place. Under the excitement was a tenderness you’ve never felt before. He kissed like he wanted to take all the air from your lungs but he held you with the sort of care that made your lungs ache for a reason entirely seperate from the kissing. 

“I don’t know,” you say, chickening out from asking for the hundredth time, going to meet him in the kitchen. 

“Hey,” Spencer says, catching you by the waist and pulling you to come stand near him with one hand on your hip. “Ask,” he says, tucking his chin to grin down at you, nudging your foot with his.

“Why don’t you?”

“I’m afraid to scare you off,” he says with a smile. Behind his eyes, though, you can see the truth in it. 

He called you the morning after your date. Young sunlight caught in your eyes and caused you to squint as you searched for your forgotten phone, spots dancing and dust creating a kaleidoscope as you pressed answer.  “Hello?” you asked, confused. It was Spencer, wishing you a good morning. He went quiet when you asked why he called, if everything was okay.  “Everything is fine, sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.” “It’s okay, I need to be up soon anyway. Why’d you call, though?” “I just couldn’t get the thought out of my head last night that I must have done something to mess it all up. I wanted to call and make sure I hadn’t.” “You could never, Spencer.”

You know the uncertainty still rears its head, even with the confidence that’s fostered with time. 

“It feels incredibly juvenile,” you say, rolling your eyes and smoothing your hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders. 

“Ask,” he whispers, “I’ll say yes. All you have to do is ask.”

The week after your first date, Spencer showed up at your office, panting, a bag in his hand. You stood up, shocked to see him at the station, and hurried out to meet him in the lobby.  “You said you wanted lunch from the Chinese place down the road because you forgot to pack something,” Spencer said by way of explanation. You had mentioned it, briefly, in a text. “I was just complaining, you didn’t have to spend your lunch break on this,” you said, eyes welling up with tears. You reached forward, ignoring the bags, and pulled him into a hug. “You’re entirely too sweet to me. This was too much.” “Nothing is too much, all you have to do is ask.” 

“When I call back my friend later,” you start, determined to ask while looking in his eyes, drowning as you do it, face heating, “can I tell her my boyfriend came to spend some time with me?”

It’s sort of a cop-out, of course, and Spencer catches it — you’re not directly asking, but he nods anyway, then laughs, leaning forward to kiss you. 

The kiss is messy, he’s laughing and you’re smiling, but you appreciate it all the same. 

“Why are you laughing?” You ask, leaning back and catching another kiss on your nose and then your cheek. 

“There’s a few reasons. I never thought I would have this, for one, and I guess I’m just happy.”

“You guess?”

“I know.”

You wind up in bed. Nothing nefarious, not yet — both of you understand that space to breathe and grow together is much more important and that awkwardness needs to settle into comfortable familiarity before crossing that specific line. 

Spencer drags his finger across your cheek, tracing your bone structure. His other hand is tucked under your side, holding your hip and keeping you close. 

The feeling in your chest is heavy, pressing up into your throat and capturing any words you could dare to think. 

“Are you okay?” Spencer asks, voice a whisper, breath fanning across your face and causing little hairs to prick up across your arms. 

You nod, looking him in the eye and signaling the truth. His nearness wasn’t causing you distress but the unfamiliarity of it is hard to not become consumed by. 

You squeeze your eyes closed, nose scrunching and fight tears. 

“Are you sure?” Spencer asks, voice hesitant, fingers leaving your face and arms pushing to give you space. Space you don’t want. Space that makes your eyes snap open, searching for him, afraid he might waltz off any moment. 

“Yes,” you say, voice certain and hand snapping out to grab him before he can go too far. 

Tears well up in your eyes, against your internal fighting. You huff out an embarrassed laugh, leaning forward to press your forehead into his shoulder. His arms tighten around you, hesitant around your waist and cradling the back of your head. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, please,” he asks, voice soft, begging, an undertone of a demand that you adore. The sense that he would do anything to ensure that you feel better washes over you. It makes the sweetly-sick feeling well up into you further, drowning your senses. 

“Nothing is wrong,” you say, cuddling into him, slipping a foot inbetween his and tangling yourself tighter, “it’s just been a while since I’ve felt … wanted. And I do, now, with you — feel wanted. At least, I hope I am.”

“You are,” Spencer interrupts, reassuring. 

“It’s nice but I don’t really know what to do with it.”

“It?”

“The feeling, I guess.” You shrug. “I suppose touch starved is the right word, but it feels like more than that.”

His grip tightens as your tears come with a faster frequency, to your own annoyance. 

“I’m sorry, this is a really nice moment, I’m beyond happy, I don’t mean to ruin it.” You attempt to pull away to wipe your face but Spencer doesn’t let you. 

“Did you know that some studies show that a lack of connection socially is more detrimental than obesity or smoking? We literally need to feel connected to other people. And that’s just social connection — when left alone without any type of physical connection, specifically physical connection from someone you care about, depression, stress, and physical health can deteriorate. It’s natural to feel overwhelmed when you’re finally getting what you need — what everyone needs.”

“Touch starved,” you whisper, allowing him to hold you tight, relaxing further into his hold.

“Sorry?”

“Touch starved — I’ve heard people call it touch starved.”

Spencers hand moves to stroke your hair, picking up strands and twisting them before smoothing it down again. 

“That feels like an apt term for it.”You fall asleep like that, warm and pressed into his side, listening to him softly tell you about his week, feeling secure and wanted in a way you never have before.

taglist: @0108s22m @bowerfeithwk @screechingphantommaker @cultish-corner @doigettokeepyou @izukuwus

note: i really intended on this being more so please forgive me -- let me know what you think! i welcome constructive criticism as well as any and all thoughts you have!!

now that i've finished this, i might attempt another part to give u guys more but i also am taking requests/thinkin' of new things to write!! more spencer to come, as well as possibly some hotch, so keep an eye out

ily all and tysm for the support <3

[vibelladonna]

𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝓈 + 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈! : 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓋𝒾𝓋𝒾

heyyy dearest readers! A quick update (and perhaps a bit of a lecture) as I prepare to make some major changes to how things will run on this Tumblr page in the coming weeks. 

I appreciate your time and attention, so let’s get right into it.

First and foremost, I want to say I’ve officially been accepted into an Ivy League medical program—yes, the real-deal, white-coat, sleepless-nights sort of adventure—and I’ll be attending it throughout the entirety of the summer. I know, shocking, right?

I’ll be flying out soon to stay in the dorms, where I’ll be surrounded by brilliant minds and (hopefully) equally brilliant tea. It's a huge opportunity and one I’ve worked incredibly hard for.

Now, before you panic: I’m still planning to stick (mostly) to the content schedule I promised. I’ll be aiming to upload at least one fanfic a week. That said, life will be busy, and as much as I love you all, my career and studies will always take precedence. I hope you understand.

Another note—and one I imagine some of you will have feelings about: I’ll be focusing more on Creepypasta and other versions novels content rather than JUST The Kid at the Back, (TKATB) for a while. There’s a specific reason for this, which I’ll explain below. But just know this isn’t the end for TKATB content, just a slight seasonal shift in priorities.

Now that we’ve gotten all of that out of the way, let’s get to the fun part: the questions!

✑ I've been seeing a lot of really rude messages being sent to writers and artists here, so don't take anything you see to heart!!! They don't mean shit, you're just another person to harass to them. Idk if you've received anything like it but I've seen 3 posts abt it today,,, be careful vi!!!

Hey, thank you so much for reaching out and checking in—seriously, I appreciate it more than you know. I apologize for not responding sooner, but I want to reassure you that I’m fine. Truly.

I’ve been online since 2014, and trust me when I say I’ve seen—and experienced—a lot. So no, hate comments don’t really get under my skin. It’s just the internet, and unfortunately, people say cruel things all the time when they feel like they’re shouting into a void.

I treat writing as a hobby and a tool to strengthen my skills for medical research purposes—this is something I enjoy doing, not something that defines my worth.

And honestly, I rarely receive hate. When it does happen, it’s typically related to my gender-neutral fanfics. I do write with a feminine tone because I am a woman, and sometimes that doesn’t sit well with certain readers. That’s okay—everyone has preferences—but I refuse to be pushed out of a fandom I enjoy just because I don’t write the way someone else wants me to.

That said, I do want to mention that I’ll be slowing down on The Kid At The Back fandom content for a bit. Life is demanding, and I also want space to work on personal fanfics and dive back into the Creepypasta fandom. 

I’ve honestly grown tired of the energy in this certain fandom spaces—especially when I been contributing well amount of fanfic for TKATB and with the overwhelming number of minors in adult content spaces...

If you’re someone reading my fics as a minor: I understand. I was once your age doing the same thing, though I approached it with a level of maturity and discretion that seems rare nowadays.

To be clear—if someone takes issue with the way I write, how I express myself, or what I choose to post, that’s fine. They’re free to scroll past or block me. It’s that simple. If something online upsets you to that extent, maybe you’re not in the right headspace for this kind of content. 

That’s not me being harsh—it’s just honesty.

Again, thank you for being kind and looking out for people here. That kind of support does mean something. Just know: I’m good. Focused. 

And very much not going anywhere. 

✑ I love your writing, but could you maybe stop saying in the description that you write for gn reader and then just adding "woman" in the story? (Im talking specifically about the vampire fanfic, but I think I saw it a few times on your account) I mean it really made me upset because I struggle with gender dysphoria, so I usually only read gn stuff.

Hi there, thank you for reaching out and taking the time to share your thoughts with me. I want to start this off by acknowledging how difficult it can be to bring something up like this, especially when it’s tied to something as personal as gender identity and dysphoria.

I don’t take that lightly, and I want to be transparent in my response.

Now, let me say this sincerely—I'm sorry that my writing upset you. That was never the intention, and I understand how jarring it can feel to expect gender-neutral content and encounter something that contradicts that expectation, especially when you're looking for comfort or safe escapism. 

I also often go back and re-read the vampire fic (and a few other works), simply adding more detail, correcting grammar, or just for my enjoyment, and I see how that could be frustrating.

So again, I apologize for that experience, and I will work on being more cautious in how I label and tag my works. I’ll double-check stories more thoroughly rather than giving them a surface glance. 

That said, I need to be honest about something, too—and I hope this comes across with the balance of respect and clarity that it’s meant to have.

The way I write is, first and foremost, therapeutic for me. This blog started as a creative outlet, and it continues to be a space where I share writing not just for others, but to explore, improve, and sharpen my writing—especially in preparation for my future in medical research and academic writing.

Tumblr is one of the few places where I get to express that freely, and I want to be transparent that writing—especially character-centric or smut-heavy pieces—is deeply fun for me to write.

When I write gender-neutral smut—rarely for a reason, it’s an immense challenge. Not because I don’t care, but because of how I structure my stories. I focus a lot on sensory detail, reasonable psychological emotions, and physicality.

I write vividly and anatomically, and that makes it hard to keep everything neutral while still maintaining realism and immersion. For some writers, vague language works. For me, it weakens the vision and voice of my storytelling. So when I include subtle feminine cues in a “gn” piece, it’s not out of disregard—it’s just how my imagination naturally forms the scene.

This is also why I’ve always been hesitant about writing gender-neutral smut. I had a gut feeling that misunderstandings like this would happen, and I do try to avoid them—but I’m human. I’m still learning how to balance creative expression with broader sensitivity, and that balance isn’t always perfect.

Again, I’ve gone back and corrected the vampire fic to lean closer to gender neutrality, but I also want to kindly ask: please don’t put the responsibility of your dysphoria or other deeply personal matters on me. 

I say this with care. I’m not equipped—nor comfortable—handling certain topics like gender identity or eating disorders in my fics because I do understand how serious and complex they are. 

That’s why I usually avoid writing directly about those subjects. I’m just one person doing what I can to share stories in a space I created for myself. And while I welcome thoughtful feedback, I can’t carry the emotional weight of someone else’s journey—especially not strangers online. 

That’s a boundary I have to keep for my own well-being.

Lastly, I want to BE VERY CLEAR ONCE MORE: I will continue writing in a way that feels authentic to me. That may include pieces labeled gender-neutral that still have a feminine tone. That may include imperfect attempts to reach a wider audience while still honoring my own voice. It’s okay if my blog isn’t for everyone. I respect that. If something I write is upsetting, the tools exist to block, mute, or simply scroll past it. 

That’s the beauty of being online—we curate our spaces.

Again, thank you for your honesty and for giving me the chance to address this properly. I truly wish you all the comfort, growth, and safe content you need on your journey. Take care.

✑ just a small quick question, if you have a writer's block, what is a good way of getting rid of it? I've been trying to work on this fanfic for two days and only wrote a few paragraphs, and then i couldn't think of anything else to write, and it’s far from being finished! Please and thank you for your time.

Okay, some advice to give.

Ahhh, writer’s block. The age-old enemy of creatives everywhere. First off, I totally understand what you're going through—staring at a document, feeling stuck after just a few paragraphs, wondering if you're ever going to find the spark again. It’s frustrating and draining, especially when the desire to write is there, but the words just don’t want to show up.

Here’s what’s helped me, personally:

I write how I write. That may sound simple, but it took me a while to find my rhythm and voice. I didn’t always have it—especially when I first started writing on Tumblr.

In fact, I don’t even think I had a voice at the beginning. I was just typing thoughts and feelings, hoping it clicked. It took time, practice, burnout, and regrouping to get where I am now.

Sometimes my inspiration comes randomly—like I think too damn much.

TikTok clips, a scene from a book or another writer’s piece, even just something I feel strongly about in the moment. Networking skills I’ve learned (yes, even from being online and in person) helped me pick up patterns and emotional beats that resonate. 

And yes… I do use a bit of AI at times—not to write for me, but to clear the fog when my brain’s too loud or frozen. Like bouncing ideas off something neutral just to get moving again.

That being said, none of it works unless I make myself sit and write. And here’s the hard part: forcing that can lead to burnout. It did for me. When I first got traction here, people started asking—begging, even—for more work. Which I was grateful for, but it added pressure I wasn’t prepared for. I started writing not because I wanted to, but because I felt I had to. 

And that’s when I started to lose the joy in it.

My personal advice? Don’t prioritize fanfic—or writing in general—over your personal life or your peace. That kind of pressure can quietly build into burnout that leaves you avoiding not just writing, but reading, imagining, and creating altogether. 

And that’s the saddest part, because writing is you. It's a part of you trying to express itself, and it needs room to breathe, not expectations to suffocate under.

Take breaks. Find joy. Get inspired. And when you write again, let it be for you first.

You’ve got this!

[6feathered6siren6]

kc x therapist reader 🙏

Therapist with morals

Notes: Warning, this is not my proudest work, I actually struggled with this and idk if the writer block demon captured me after running for a week. So fics might be slower, sry! But, fun fact, I was writing a therapist reader when I first joined the KC fandom, so some bits might not be my new work but I tried to revise it while I worked on it. I also included Feli and Luca, they need more love. Anyway enjoy!

Trigger warnings

Cringe(Some old work)

Killing/deaths

Abuse

Ooc

Protecting your patients is important to you. No matter what, you would protect them from anything and everything. One said their ex is going after them. Suddenly, the ex disappeared, do you know? No one can tell. Another said their husband is abusive and a cheater, then the next day, in an alleyway with bruises and cuts with their eyes missing. One patient is a killer? You protected them with your degree. 

You take the patient and therapist confidentiality to the extreme. One patient killed someone and they needed to see what notes you have for their appointments. Suddenly, it went missing with the rest of your files. 

You are a therapist for a reason, to help the weak and allow them to heal. You take your job seriously. 

-

When you were hunting down a patient’s abuser, you found them in the infamous alleyway, Purgatory. You can smell meat rotting from standing in front of it. But, at least you don’t have to deal with washing off the blood. Walking back to your office as you have another appointment in about 2 hours, and you have to see the inmate at his prison. 

—

Joining the server was weird at first, you didn’t expect the killers you met. The Heartbreak Angel, Vigilante, The Butcher, and the retired Sunset Slasher. The others are interesting as well. But since joining in, all you want to do is help. You are a therapist with strong morals.

-

Non-love interest 

Luca and Feli

You joined in a call of them play fighting again. Allowing them to be background noise while you work on making a patient's assessments. They were together for a month, and honestly, you were glad to help them. 

“Reader! You got to back me up!” Luca yelled into his mic. “Feli needs to get out more! She can’t stay inside forever. She needs to get a social life!” 

“Luca!” She yelled back at him. 

Young love. Something you wish to gain back sometimes. “While I agree with Luca, Feli is going out a bit more already. Those photos you sent me, Feli, were amazing to look at. If I didn’t know your major, I would think you were a photographer.” 

“Oh, thank you, and see, Luca. I’m fine.” Feli sounded so proud that you were on her side. “Now, it’s been a while Reader, how are you?”

“Doing good, picking up some more shifts for work. I’ve been in demand.” You said softly, looking back at your tab for your patient. 

“That sounds good.” Feli chimed in, sounding happy for you.”

–

With Feli being busy with Uni, Luca has bothered you until she becomes free again, ‘as his best person’. But seeing through the cracks, you could see the mask he upholds. You know he has insecurities as Feli’s boyfriend, but slowly you help get him on the path of confidence. 

It was the same with Feli, they both feel like they couldn’t complement each other and you disagree. Helping with both of them when possible, heck, if they see you on, you receive a call from either one. 

Love interest

Misaki

Surprisingly, when they needed help when they were killing someone, you were ready to be on the other side giving encouragement. You could see the self-doubt from a mile away, but it doesn’t push you away from a challenge. Helping the chaotic assassin out when they do, you calm them and ground her often. Except for the times that they needed you while dealing with a patent. But luckily someone else from the server helps them. 

Misaki is quite the chaotic person to you, their bubbly energetic energy is always welcomed. Always wanting to create chaos into the server.

When Misaki finally found out that you were a killer, she was shocked that you were a therapist, and one that murders their patients' abusers. It does give an excuse why you have this soft bubble that they felt safe, and almost homey. It was something that they wanted to keep close.

Angel

You could tell she was overworked to the bone by the first glance. That she needed boundaries for her work life balance. Not only that, her manager is too demanding and she needs to take care of herself. Luckily, Ronin helps her but hopefully a push could help. When she started stress killing people, you half supported it, she was coping but it was still self destructive in a way. 

You offered her to take more breaks, and do the things she enjoys to do. Murder podcast? Do it, you would want to be the first to listen to it, if Ronin hasn’t taken that spot. Want to take a hiatus? Do it, take a spa day. You offer things to her for ideas. 

You were inching closer and closer to just murder her manager, he was just pissing you off. Well, until Angel told you what she did with an invite to her place. You took it and offered her comfort. 

When she heard how and what you do for a living, she just accepted it with open arms. She also offered you days off when you worked overtime, making sure the offer is a two way street. She doesn’t want you to go down the path she does. 

Ronin

With his twisted words and meanings, you could see the true meanings. It wasn’t your first rodeo. You could see he was hurting. But you aren’t the type to force someone, but you do have the patients to wait for him. Afterall, you can worry about other people. 

He knew you were a therapist when you joined, but he didn’t know you were a killer, so when you stood in front of a new corpse, all bloody with the weapon in your hand. He could say he didn’t expect that. He thought he would be able to corrupt you. But instead, you were already one of them. Corrupted but with morals. An already fallen angel.

As you learn more about him, you learn you don’t have to help him like others. Just being there was enough for him. Though he does request to send him your hitlist and make it a competition with you. (You win most of the time.)

V

The well loved vigilante, the man with morals that seemed… a bit off but you know you can help this man. Somehow. You did offer some help but with his walls being well built, you just backed off. But you still talked to the male. Talking about his animals and great teas, he built up a connection to you. V talked to you often to come over to his place to talk and drink some tea. 

When he found you during his patrol killing someone, he thought that you were like Ronin, killing for fun. Well, until he heard you talk to the dying man. Telling him that he would never hurt anyone again, and to suffer like how his wife felt after being locked up in pain. He saw you in a new light. A light that saves others, defending the weak and helping them heal. A guardian that they needed. He immediately started to support and help you. While you do enjoy allowing the male to help you, you could see how he also needs help healing.

[flemingsfreckles]

Pretend We’re Good

Niamh Charles x Reader

Synopsis: based off this request!

Warnings: toxic behavior from both Niamh and Reader, suggestive at the end, fighting, angsty

WC: 3.3k

A/N: this is the first time I’ve written for someone other than Jessie, but I follow Niamh as a player so idk thought I’d give it a go.

Also shout out to whoever this anon was, this song is a banger and has found its way onto my driving to work playlist which I am extremely picky about, so thanks for the indirect song suggestion! 🫶

Seeing the match announcement was one thing, actually showing up and playing it was another.

Playing England was good preparation for the Olympics, they were a quality team, you knew that, but that meant you’d have to see Niamh. That meant you’d have to mark Niamh on the pitch. It meant you’d have to give her a silly handshake before the game and wish her good luck.

You and Niamh had a complicated history. You played at Liverpool together for a season before she left for Chelsea. You had always had a flirty friendship as teenagers but it never amounted to anything.

Then when she left for Chelsea, it broke your heart. Which made you realize how strong your feelings were for the girl, bawling when she said goodbye and then again at home in bed. For hours at a time you would remain motionless on your mattress, wishing she’d come back. You had been a mess for a couple weeks not knowing how to handle losing your best friend and the girl you had seemingly fallen in love with. The two of you kept in touch but it wasn’t comparable to seeing her everyday, to being her travel roommate, to being her bus buddy.

Then you got a call a season later. A call offering you a spot at Chelsea, you barely thought about it, the club's reputation, plus being back with Niamh, you easily said yes, signing your name on the line to become a blue.

Niamh was your first call, she was ecstatic about you joining the club. It didn’t take long for the two of you to fall back into your friendship and with the friendship came the oblivious flirting.

“You two are insufferable. Will you just admit you want to makeout.” Erin had teased the two of you. Her teasing, while not appreciating in the moment, had forced you and Niamh to actually sit down and talk about your feelings. You both admitted to wanting more than just a friendship and you went on your first official date after.

The next two years with Niamh were pure bliss. You played well together, you’d spend your holidays together, you met her family and she met yours.

Everything was good, until you became unhappy at Chelsea. You were progressively losing playing time to new signings, only seeing the pitch as a sub, it was impacting you heavily mentally and hurting your playing time internationally as well.

So when you got the offer to move to the NWSL, you took it. You took it and you didn’t tell Niamh until the day you confirmed the transfer.

You had broken the news at dinner in your apartment and an argument had quickly unfollowed.

“I can’t believe you’d just leave like that!” Niamh stood from the table grabbing her plate, not offering to clear yours like she typically would.

“I’m not happy here Niamh!” Niamh would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t know you were unhappy. She’d heard you rant and complain about your playing time, your struggles in training, and she had been supportive thought it all. She just never imagined you’d go as far as to leave her, to leave her and leave the country, the continent behind.

“What? I don’t make you happy?” She screamed across the room at you.

“You do! You’re the best thing I have here!” It was all you could yell back.

The defender grew quiet, looking at you with hurt eyes. “But I’m not enough, am I?” She asked quietly.

“Niamh.” You wanted to scream at her that this had nothing to do with her, she was the only reason you had stayed at this team so long. You had been given other offers but you thought maybe, somehow you’d end up with more playing time again and you’d go back to being happy where you were but that day never came.

“No, you should go, enjoy New York. Go where someone or something is enough for you.” She slammed the door behind her leaving you alone in your apartment.

The next day, your final day at Chelsea, you showed up, puffy eyed from crying instead of sleeping all night. It was quickly picked up on by the other girls, especially when Niamh didn’t come in with you, and she didn’t show up to training.

You gathered everyone in the conference room before film review. You stood up, explaining that while you loved the friendships and connections you’ve made here, to better yourself as a player it was time to move on. As you spoke you noticed Niamh slip in through the door, she looked just as rough if not worse than you did. Red cheeks, bloodshot eyes, her hair was a mess, she wasn’t dressed for training. You finished your speech before quickly saying goodbye to everyone all the girls lining up to hug you and wish you well, all the girls except Niamh who remained seated in the back of the room.

You left the facility shortly after, taking all your belongings with you before hurrying home. You were set to leave early the next morning, your belongings to be packed up by hired movers, anything you shared to be left with Niamh. You packed up just the essentials, enough to get you through the first week of your move before you could get settled.

You sent Niamh a text, asking if she wanted to come over for a bit, thinking you could talk it out, but you got no response. The next morning you hopped on a plane, having no idea if you were even still in a relationship with the girl.

It took a few weeks until you heard from her. A drunken phone call after they had won the league. A phone call that part of you wishes never came. You could tell from her first words that she must’ve been hammered, standing outside a loud nightclub or bar. Her voice brought back all of the feelings you had managed to push down for the past few weeks. Her proclamation of love over the phone, begging and pleading with you to forgive her for her stupid behavior. She begged to have you back in her bed, saying she missed the intimacy with you, the connection. She begged for a chance at long distance, to still be the one you wanted.

You never called her back. You weren’t even sure if she remembered calling.

And now here you were, standing less than an arms length away from her as you both stood waiting to enter the pitch. When you had stopped next to her, she had looked at you, when you made eye contact she gave you a small “hello” with a look of guilt across her face.

The game was easier, it was easy to forget she was there. She just looked like any other England player. You were able to push her from your mind, putting you more at ease than you had expected to be being this close to the woman after all that had happened.

It was after the game where you found yourself in uncomfortable waters with her. You had shaken her hand last, avoiding all eye contact. When Niamh tried to speak to you, you quickly dropped her hand and then made a b-line for the locker room.

“Please wait.” Her voice pleading with you as you heard her follow you down the tunnel.

“Niamh, no.” You don’t even turn back to look at her. You couldn’t, if you looked at her your body might convince you to hear her out.

“I don’t need you back, I just want closure, you deserve closure, I didn’t give you that.”

“Do you want closure or do you just want to feel less guilty for what you did to me?” You spit back at her, turning around you watch as her already guilty looking face twists into one of anger.

“You left the country with one days notice! Don’t blame this all on me!” She shouts back at you.

You sigh, you couldn’t believe this was happening. You and Niamh, standing less than three feet from each other, face to face for the first time since she left your apartment. You couldn’t determine your feeling, half of you wanted to grab her, kiss her hard and make up for all the time you two had missed out on. The other half of you was ready to shove her out of the way, leave here and hope you’d never have to play the Lionesses again. “And you walked out! You didn’t even try Niamh!”

“I didn’t know how. I didn’t even know where to start! It was such late notice. I didn’t know what to do, I loved you, I still love you.” She’s making eye contact so intense you can’t look away. This is exactly what you feared. Unable to hold back from the girl you start rambling.

“I still love you too Niamh, you think I don’t? You’re the only reason I stayed Niamh, because I loved you so fucking much, I couldn’t leave you, until playing for Chelsea became so unbearable, I had to leave to save myself, I was ready to quit.” You feel the tears on your face, suddenly very aware that you were crying.

You had only expressed how miserable you were to Niamh on the day you told her your contract was signed. She didn’t know you were on the verge of quitting, giving up on your love for the game.

You notice some of your teammates starting to filter into the tunnel. You and Niamh both stop talking as they pass by. Catarina slows down as she walks by, you try and duck your face to hide the tears. She looks between you and Niamh, giving you both a sympathetic smile before she moves on.

“Quit?” Niamh's face matches the look of your empathetic teammates in the tunnel.

You nod, avoiding making eye contact with Niamh, not wanting her to see right through you. She could always read you, she knew, you expressed your emotions too well through your eyes.

“I didn’t know it was that bad. Why didn’t you tell me?” Niamh grabs your hand, you start to pull it away but the feeling of her hand in yours again makes your stomach flutter so you leave it. “I don’t know what I can do. But,” you feel her squeeze your hand. “I want you back, or I want you again, I’m not sure I lost you, ever I don’t know what we were doing for those few months. Please?”

“We weren’t together during those months.” Sure you never confirmed a break up but you had decided not hearing from her meant you were no longer a couple. But you also hadn’t started seeing other people, the feelings of Niamh still too fresh.

“No, I know, it’s just we never broke up.”

“Niamh, I don’t know.”

“Please don’t make me beg. Even if it’s just a night? Just dinner or drinks, I’ll pay, or we can go to my place and I’ll let you yell at me, or tell me everything I did wrong, or we can just sit, whatever, just one night, me and you can we pretend we’re good? Pretend we’re something again? Go back to how it was?”

“Niamh.” You breathed out. You knew you shouldn’t. You knew both of your behaviors were toxic, you leaving with little notice and her storming out and drunkenly calling you begging for you back. You two shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t, but you wanted to. You loved her still.

You wanted to have a night with her, a date, an afternoon, something! In reality you wanted her for the rest of your life. You missed her hugs, you missed the way she kissed you, you missed the way you’d sing in the car together despite both having less than excellent voices. You missed falling asleep next to her. You missed her body on yours. You missed getting up early to make her coffee or tea and bringing it to her in bed, the way she’d sit up to sip it with crazy bed head. You missed everything about her.

You missed her and this was your chance to have her again. Even if it was just to pretend, for a night.

Niamh must’ve been able to tell you were pondering. She didn’t plea with you anymore, she didn’t beg again. She just waited patiently, studying your face, the face she’s been longing for.

“Okay. One night, like we used to be.” You finally give in.

“Really?” Niamh’s face lights up at your answer. A smile across her lips. “Okay, I’ll pick you up from your hotel? Can we have dinner? Or just drinks? Or I don’t know.”

“That sounds good.” Drinks and dinner would be harmless, a good way for the two of you to talk, in public, keep it civil.

When Niamh picked you up she was dressed up. You thankfully had dressed up as well. Subconsciously when you packed, you threw in a nice matching lace set, which you had put on underneath a simple shirt and nice pants. She had gotten out of the car to open the passenger side door, something she did when you were together.

“Thank you. Thank you for agreeing to this.” She said one back in the driver’s seat.

“Yeah.” You clasped your hands in your lap, when you were together you’d have your hand on her thigh or her hand in yours, today you kept them to yourself.

“I was thinking dinner?”

“Yeah that sounds good, I haven't eaten yet.”

Niamh nods before starting to drive to dinner. She pulls into an Italian restaurant, one the two of you had frequented while together.

When you sat down Niamh ordered a glass of wine, before looking at you. “Would you like one?”

“Yeah that'd be great.” you order the same wine as Niamh. When the glasses come Niamh holds hers up, tapping it to yours before you both take a sip and fall into silence.

You break the silence first.

You apologize for leaving on such short notice. You apologize for not telling her that you were considering leaving. You apologize for not expressing how you were feeling, truly upset at Chelsea. You apologize for never calling her, for never reaching out. You apologize for everything.

Niamh just sits, listening to you, really listening. She doesn’t interrupt, she just sits, making eye contact when you look at her. You find yourself looking away most of the time, feeling embarrassed as you list all the poor behavior, all the places you went wrong.

When you’re done, you sit back looking across the table at Niamh. Thankfully your food had arrived just as you finished apologizing and you were able to occupy the silence by eating. As you start to eat, Niamh begins to speak. She hasn’t started to eat and she’s hardly looked at the pasta in front of her.

“Niamh.” You interrupt, it was rude but you wanted to ensure she knew she could eat. “Please eat, we can talk after, don’t let it get cold.”

She nods, picking up her fork and swirling it into her meal. You eat for the most part in silence. Niamh asks a few questions about your new place in New York, your new team. When you tell her it’s going well, you’re playing more, you are often in the starting IX she replies with “I know.” When you told her you scored in your first game with them, she replies the same “I know.”

You look at her. “You keep up with me?”

“Of course I do.” She says. “I watch your games, I keep up with you, you have me rooting for you all the way across the pond. I, uh, I have your jersey.”

“Really?” You definitely didn’t expect her to own a jersey of yours. You had a couple of her Chelsea jerseys and you knew she had a couple of your old Chelsea ones as well, you just didn’t expect her to buy a new one, for your new team after what happened.

“Yeah.” She sighs.

She then begins an apology list of her own. She apologizes first for the drunken call. She had remembered doing it. She apologized for storming out on you, she apologized for ignoring you when you said your goodbyes to the team. She apologized for not reaching out, something you were both guilty of.

“I do still love you.” She ends her apology with those words.

“I still love you Niamh.” You can’t help it, you loved this woman, everything about her.

You don’t get to follow up on what that meant for either of you as the waiter comes with the bill, Niamh grabbing it before you can, when you let out a pouting huff, she just gives you a glance.

“Please it’s the least I can do, plus I asked you to this.”

“Fine.” You cross your arms. “But I get the next one.”

“The next one?” Niamh’s face breaks into a small smile, just creeping on her lips. “As in, another time?”

“If that’s something you want to do?”

“Yeah.” She says. “Does that mean, we’re…” she points a finger between the two of you.

You knew it was maybe too soon to let her back in, too soon for both of you but you really didn’t care. Sitting here being able to see her, hear her, admire her, made you miss every inch of her. You wanted her back, you needed her back. Long distance would be something to figure out, but not right now, right now you had her in front of you, within reach.

You’re not sure what to call yourselves yet, so you nod. “If that’s something you want too.”

“Yeah.” The waiter comes back to the table to give Niamh her card back. You both thank him before leaving the restaurant and heading to her car. Niamh goes to open your car door, just just barely cracks it when you push it closed.

“Hey!” She turns back to scold you, coming face to face with each other.

“Hi.” You breath out practically whispering, this was the closest you two had been in a non-match situation in months. Your faces inches from each other. You look at her eyes, temporarily getting lost in their beautiful blue color. Your trance is broke by her blinking a few times. Your eyes fall to her lips and then back to her eyes. Niamh gets the hint and brings her hands up around your shoulders, pulling you slightly closer.

“Is this okay?” She asks, looking up at you with wide eyes.

You find yourself leaning in, pressing your lips to hers, they feel better than you remember, you can feel your love for her flooding through your body, your hairs standing on edge, its electric and soft and it feels safe. You were kissing Niamh. Your Niamh. The love of your life, the girl you had waited for, the girl who was with you through your teenage years and into young adulthood. This was your girl, she was yours, you promised to never let her go again.

You kiss for a second, your front gently pressed to hers as her back is leaned up against the car. It’s a passionate kiss, both of you pouring months of built up feelings into it. When you break away you can’t hide the smile across your face and by the looks of it neither can Niamh.

“I love you.” You say.

“I love you.” She then turns opening the door again, you let her this time and you get into the car. When she climbs in the drivers seat she asks where to.

“Yours?” You suggest. “I can think of a few more ways we can make up for lost time.” You give her a wink and Niamh gets the hint, quickly starting the car in the direction of her apartment. It only takes a few turns before her hand finds its way to your upper thigh, giving it a hard squeeze.

Sure it wasn’t the healthiest way of working out your problems together, but it worked, you both got your frustrations out, you were able to express your emotions, show how much you missed each other, how much you loved each other, and by the time morning came the two of you had decided you were back together.

Girlfriends, just long distance ones.

[rivatar]

Pandora’s Hub

Pairing: Adult!Lo’ak x Fem!Human!Scientist!reader

Warnings/content: MDNI 🔞, heavy smut, p in v, outdoor sex & recording (obvi), porn references/simulation, degradation & praising, creampie, flirty man-whore Lo’ak, squirting

A/n: Day 5 prompt (Outdoor Sex + recording) for Pandora’s Glow- hosted by @luvv4j4ybe11 @aperiraa! Sorry it’s a week late, I’ve had so much going on (graduations, weddings, birthdays, etc) but I finally finished this. And ngl it’s filthyyy hehehe🤭. Also I hope you guys get the ‘Pandora’s Hub’ = ‘Pornhub’. Idk I thought it was funny 💀

Dividers by @cafekitsune

W/c: 2.2k

It was a beautiful day on Pandora. Quietly humming to yourself, you made your way towards the forest where you would be collecting photos of many different plants to further your research. The book ‘Pandoran Botany’ that Grace Augustine wrote was literally like your Bible. You spent countless hours working with the other botanists to learn more about these plants and what they are capable of providing. Their beauty and wonder never failed to amaze you.

You’ve spent almost the past week coming out into different spots in the forest to capture photos of plants and try to identify them without looking in the book. Of course, you didn’t stray too far from the lab but each day you ventured out a little further and further, not being able to contain yourself each time you seen a new plant you’d never seen since you arrived on Pandora. But what was the harm, right?

You were crouched down in a spot, carefully focusing the camera on the details of this plant you found.

“What’re you doing out here?” A deep voice startled you, making you jump and gasp, nearly dropping the camera. You whipped around to find the source.

“Oh, Lo’ak,” you blew out a sigh of relief with your hand over your heart, “You scared the shit out of me!”

He laughed, flashing a wide and charming smile, looking at you in amusement. “Sorry, didn’t know you were so jumpy,” he teased with his hands on his hips.

You stood up from your crouch and gave him an eye roll, trying to suppress a smirk.

“Well, what are you doing?” He asked for the second time.

“Oh yeah— I’m just taking some pictures of some plants for my research,” you explained as he nodded in response. “What are you doing?” You threw the question back at him.

He tsked, “Last time I checked you’re on my terrain. Didn’t know I needed a reason to be out here.” He tilted his head at you holding your camera.

“Let me see this,” he snatched the camera out of your hand.

“Hey!” You tried to grab it back but he dangled it way above your head due to his much taller stature. “Be careful with it, Lo’ak, it’s got important stuff on there!” You scolded while jumping up and attempting to get it back. It was to no use, though.

He chuckled and seemed to enjoy teasing you. “Awww, the little human girl can’t reach. Aren’t you just pathetic?” he laughed and feigned pity, poking out his bottom lip in a fake sad expression all while holding you off with one strong arm.

He threw it up in the air and gasped to scare you, only for him to easily catch it with his large hands. Your heart dropped, not wanting the camera to shatter and lose all the photos it possessed.

“Knock it off, Lo’ak!” You shouted angrily and kicked his shin, only to make him bust out laughing.

“You’re so cute when you’re angry,” he kept laughing and petted your head.

“I’m not a fucking child, stop treating me like one!”

“Oh, yeah?” His eyes danced around playfully.

You didn’t answer, you didn’t know if he was still teasing or if it was a trick question. You just stared at him, eyes filled with anger.

He smirked and looked away from you to look at the camera, clicking through its contents.

“Hmm, these are pretty pictures,” he stated observingly, “But Eywa, you would look so much prettier in this camera” he flirted shamelessly.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, trying not to blush. It was no secret Lo’ak has always been a huge flirt.

“Oh please, Lo. Don’t you have anything better to do than flirting with me?” You asked peering up at him with your arms crossed.

He loved you calling him his shortened nickname and how you teased him back. He liked to think you were playing hard to get. All the other girls would’ve already submitted to him by now, but what’s the fun in that?

“Nah, I don’t think I do.” He quipped. “Have you never wondered what you’d look like on here?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What’re you talking about?”

“Like they do back on earth. I think dad called it ‘porn’?” He asked nonchalantly.

Your jaw fell to the ground after you nearly choked on your spit. A blush crept over your features, not being able to hide your blush this time. “Lo’ak! You pervert!” You shoved his stomach and tried acting offended that he would insinuate such a dirty idea.

He chuckled at your reaction. “How am I the perv when you’re the one blushing, huh?”

Your blush deepened, much to your dismay, and you looked down at your feet.

He squatted down to be on your level. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost think you are curious about it” he spoke lowly, and you swore you could feel his breath on your face. He stretched an arm out to pull the strap of your tanktop and bra down your shoulder. Your stomach did flips and you were frozen in place, unable to stop him.

“Tell me you want to,” he demanded, already feeling impatient. “I know you do, I can smell you, but tell me you want it.”

“I-I want it, please,” you gave up your fight easier than you’d like to admit.

“Hmm, good girl. I knew you had it in ya,” he praised, loving that he broke you and won. He turned his attention back to the camera in his hand and pressed a button, making a red light come on in the corner as he pointed the camera towards you.

“Hey everyone, Y/N here is gonna show us how good she can be whenever she’s not bickering like a brat or hiding in that damn lab,” he started, and you blushed and couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“No one is seeing this, Lo.” You made it clear and shook your head, looking at him and not the camera lens.

“Oh, come on! I know that but don’t ruin the fun, baby.” He laughed. His smile faded and lust clouded his eyes, darkening his expression. “Now let’s see you take those clothes off, sevin,” he rasped.

Your heart was racing and you were nervous as hell. Not only because of the thrill of doing anything sexual with this hot Na’vi man, but also the thrill of doing it in on a video?? You were sure your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

Your hands were shaking a little as your reached for the bottom of your tank top, slowly peeling it up to raise it over your head and off. Your nerves made you slower and less confident. You had the first item of clothing off at least, time to tackle the rest.

“C’mon babe, this thing won’t be able to finish our video at the pace you’re going,” he laughed behind the camera, holding it up to his face to make sure you were perfectly centered.

You huffed in frustration and wiggled your shorts and panties off in one quick tug, flinging them off to the side and unsnapped your bra in a swift move as well to be completely naked. “There! Happy?”

He lowered the camera from his face so he could fully take in the sight for his own eyes. “Fuckkkk, yes,” he groaned out deeply, reaching down to palm his tented loincloth that was aching for some relief. His eyes were hooded and ate up every inch of your naked form, licking his bottom lip in the process.

His evident approval made your confidence boost and you didn’t feel as insecure to be exposed in front of him. You rubbed your thighs together as slick coated your pussy lips, you were more than ready for whatever Lo’ak had planned in that dirty mind of his. He chuckled seeing your apparent neediness and untied his loincloth with one hand, the other hand still making sure the camera caught every inch of your glory.

His cock sprung out as the cloth fell to the ground. You couldn’t help your mouth from hanging agape, taken aback by how huge and heavy he was. It took effort to force your eyes off his beautiful erection and back up to his equally beautiful face. He motioned you with his hand. “C’mere, babe.”

You gently walked towards him, waiting for him to make a move. He reached his hand out and grabbed your tit, fiddling with your nipple between his fingers. He smiled when you couldn’t help but hum and whimper in satisfaction. Then he lowered himself in a squat to get on your level and positioned the camera to get a closeup on your boobs.

“Fuck, these are perfect,” Lo’ak said while groping them, “Truly a work of art.” He continued to get all the angles of your breasts while playing with them, making your heart speed up.

Then he lowered himself more, opting to sit on the ground in front of you. Without warning, he hiked up one of your legs and you quickly gained your balance on your standing leg, hands finding rest on top of his head. He angled the camera to get a good view of your pussy as his other hand began playing through your glistening folds, collecting all your slick on his long fingers. You whimpered above him, the rough pads of his fingers bringing much pleasure to you.

He spread your lips apart, gaining a perfect view to your little hole. Looking through the camera, he made sure this stunning view was being captured. You blushed deeply at the way you were being put on display like a pornstar, but it turned you on beyond belief.

“Such a tiny little tawtute pussy,” he hummed and looked up at your eyes, “I’m gonna fuck it so good.”

You clenched around nothing, your one standing leg suddenly growing weak and wanting to give out. “Please Lo’ak!”

“Lay down, now,” he demanded and you wasted no time in rushing your way down to the forest floor, spreading your legs wide open.

“You’re so good. What a good little slut,” he praised you. He grabbed his rock-hard dick and ran it up and down your slit, earning a moan from you. Once again, he held the camera up and made sure it was getting all of this. Your pretty self laid out on display for him and his dick starting to breach your hole. It was nearly too much for him to handle.

Pushing in slowly, you gasped at the stretch and he groaned as you sucked him in your tight walls. He pushed and pushed until he nearly bottomed out, giving you a minute to adjust to his size. “You okay?” He asked, genuinely concerned you might break in half.

“Mhmmm, go, please!” You thought it was more painful with him being still inside of you instead of moving.

He obeyed and started with some short thrusts to get you going. He knew the interspecies differences would make this nearly impossible if you and him weren’t so damn turned on right now.

Squelching noises filled the air as you took him in your pussy so well. Your noises of pleasure only encouraged him more, and he swore to himself he wouldn’t cum until you did.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking wet and tight around me,” he said breathlessly.

“Mmm, feels so good, more!!” You shamelessly begged as he sped up his thrusts.

“God you’re so good at this. Taking me so well.” he groped your tit some more with his free hand, marveling in the way they bounced around from his steady and hard thrusts.

You moaned loudly and felt your orgasm approaching as the pleasure intensified. You reached down to rub your little nub and threw your head back, screwing your face up.

“I bet you’re so wet because you like being recorded, hm? You like being a filthy whore every once and a while?” He degraded you, but he was right, and God, it only turned you on more.

“Yeah everyone, look how she’s rubbing her clit and trying so hard to cum. How pathetic,” he spoke to the ‘audience’. The thought of someone else watching this was all you needed to finish. You came hard around him.

“Fuckkkk!!” You screamed and kept rubbing your nub quickly. You felt warm liquid coat your hand and splash around.

“Holy shit!! We’ve got a squirter!” Lo’ak said in awe and surprise, continuing his thrusts but they got sloppy as his orgasm overtook him too, not being able to hold back anymore at the sight of you squirting on him.

“Shit, I’m cumming!” He announced and came inside of you, somehow finding more room in there to put his cum.

Your combined sounds of pleasure and heavy breaths rang through the air. You were both a sticky mess from sweat and cum.

He lowered the camera and ended the video, laying it to the side as he collapsed on top of you. You were both trying to catch your breath.

“Well, that wasn’t what I had in mind for what I was going today,” he joked.

You snickered. “Yeah. You’re telling me.”

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[fruitless-vain]

Hiya! I've been a long time follower of you and even though I've been around a while I don't remember how you and Jack met? I'm feeling a touch sentimental this morning and would love to know <3 also how did you know you wanted to marry her?

If you would prefer not to share thats 100% fine!

Also I have legit been following you since 2014... I found you when I was 14 and and first make my tumblr. The progress both of us have made is amazing <3 im sorry for being on anon im shy haha

This is such a cute ask I love it 🥰 sorry for not responding sooner, busy scrubbing the weeks away yknow yknow

I met Jack at work! We both worked at a large grocery store for a while, she was my supervisor and I was a cashier// did every other department in the store I spent most shifts running around doing everything. At some point my running around the place got me placed with her to do odd jobs (schematics, bringing in the carts, setting up case lot) honestly it was kinda funny because the things I was doing with her are supposed to only be done by supervisors and up unless you’re specifically scheduled there but for whatever reason my shift would say a department and then I’d just get pulled and tossed wherever for the day (kept things interesting v fun)

At the time I was with my ex, an event happened between us that caused me to be completely zoned out and distraught for the day, she ended up being the supervisor to address my tone shift and talk it out. Shortly after the relationship I was in became unsafe and I ended things. Jack gave me her number AS A FRIEND she’s just a nice person who does that when people are having a hard time, just an offer to talk or just not have to be alone with what had happened.

Idk man I’m demisexual, she was so dang genuine and kind-hearted how could I not fall for her?

We’ve been together since 2017, married since 2022. I don’t know that I have a real answer for knowing what I wanted to be quite frank, it just felt right? I was happy to spend my time with her, sitting in silence with her, doing chores with her, the mundane parts of life were more enjoyable with her in it. She’s always been so incredibly caring (to a fault sometimes) and that has never wavered, she is always making sure I know how important I am to her, is always uplifting me and supportive. She makes life feel easy, she takes worry away, stress is just *poof* when I’m with her. She also listens, really listens and helps navigate my brain on bad days and is the first to tell me to take my gd chronic illnesses seriously- never hesitating to help with a flare up no matter how much /I/ feel like I’ve been asking too much. If you were to ask her she would say that nothing is “too much” for my happiness and health.

Also I am very animal-forward and she’s never hesitated with anything for our animals. She’s the one who suggested we renovate a larger bird room when we got Toto, she’s the one who goes trigger happy at the pet store overloading on toys and treats (we don’t need), and is the first trying to sort out how to make their days special

She’s also a little absurd in that area, she will taste test their treats, she has eaten bird chop, and she will jam herself in to kennels to ensure they’re “up to her standard”

I genuinely don’t know which of us loves our animals more, I’m the one with the pet blogs and doing all the research but even /I/ think Jack might win this one (I draw the line at eating dog biscuits)

Yeah I don’t know. I sure do love her a hell of a lot.

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Tummy Hurts- Christopher Sturniolo

Summary: when Chris falls in love with another woman while being in a rocky relationship with you, and dating you on and off

Warnings: cursing, crying, feelings on envy, yelling, use of Y/N, angst

A/n: TUMMY HURTS BY RENE RAPP>>>> also I got this idea while taking a beach nap lol

My relationship with Chris was always rocky but at the end of every day we always told each other that no matter what it would always be us, no one could turn our heads, and we always promised that after every fight.

When Chris and I first started dating I knew he’d be doing collabs with girls and be around girls on the occasion, which I typically wasn’t the jealous type but Chris is an amazing man and very attractive.

Chris had been hanging out with his friend Sam a lot, which didn’t bug me much if not at all, Sam was always respectful of my relationship with Chris and always made sure Chris would text me if they did anything sporadically, sometimes Chris would even spend the night there if I was working overtime.

Tonight I had originally told Chris I was working a little over but I wasn’t, I wanted to surprise him with a new set of lingerie I bought specifically for him, I know our 2 years isn’t till next week but our schedules don’t line up enough to see each other so I’m celebrating with him today.

I just pulled into Sam’s house to pick up Chris, and to say I was excited was an understatement, I was ECSTATIC. For obvious reasons I couldn’t just walk in Sam’s house with lingerie on so I was wearing some of Chris’ new fresh love set, I know it gets him excited every time I’m in his clothes or his brand, no matter how many times I’ve worn them.

I knocked on the front door eagerly waiting for someone to answer the door, and to my surprise it was Sam. “Oh hey Y/N” his eyes widened when he saw me at the front door, he was stuck like a deer in headlights.

“Hey Sam, is Chris here?” I had a small smile on my face hoping the reason for his sudden facial expression was because he wasn’t expecting me.

He scratched the back of his head nervously “he uh- he just- he actually left here to go to his house like uh- 30 minutes ago?” He stuttered.

“Oh, I’m sorry for bothering you then.. he just said he’d be here all night…” my voice trailed off.

“See you around Y/N” he quickly replied shutting the door.

Weird. Very weird. Chris never leaves Sam’s house without telling me. As soon as I got in my car, I opened Life360 to find Chris’ location was off, he never turns his location off, EVER, even when we were in arguments or on our ‘breaks’ we never turned that off.

I decided to do what anyone else would do and text him. ‘Christopher’ my message read. He immediately read my message. His bubble would pop up and then go away, that went on for a good few minutes.

‘Yea?’ He replied. No joke about how I used his ‘government name’ as he calls it? Funny, but not funny haha funny WEIRD.

‘Is there any specific reason why your location is off? Or is Life360 just messing up again? I know it does it from time to time’ i wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and maybe his phone was acting up.

Once again his bubble would pop up and down. ‘Idk ma, I’m at Sam’s house so could jus be the app IG’ there’s no benefit of the doubt anymore. He’s straight up lying.

‘Funny cause I got off early and wanted to surprise you by picking you up and celebrating our 2 years early and he said you weren’t there that you left to go back to the house… soooooooooo’ why would he be lying? This is not like Chris.

This time I was left on read. No bubble just read. I wasn’t just fucking pissed i was ENRAGED. Call me a crazy girlfriend but after all we’ve been through you’d do the same thing.

My drive home from Sam’s was filled with road rage of idiots who can’t drive, screaming song lyrics, etc. as soon as I reached home my blood was boiling. I spammed Chris with impulsive messages.

‘Where the fuck are you?’

‘Christopher Owen sturniolo pick ur lying ass phone up’

‘Ur the biggest lying fuckass person I know’

‘You know nevermind keep ur ass wherever your at, i don’t wanna see your ass again’

After 45 minutes to an hour of pacing my shared apartment with Chris my phone finally rang, I picked it up to see it was Chris.

“Where the fuck are you Christopher?” My voice was cold and filled with rage.

“Ma, lis-“ I immediately cut him off “no you’re not gonna ‘ma’ me Christopher.”

“Y/N… listen I-I can explain” he stuttered “I lied.”

“Aren’t you Albert fucking Einstein?” I snapped.

“Y/N will you fucking listen to me, god damn all you do is yap and bitch and groan” he lets out a sigh and I quickly made an ultimatum of let him finish or bitch him out.

“Go on” I forced myself to calm down for a split second because after acting the way I did I knew I needed to at least hear him out.

“So a while ago while you were on that girls trip, I was at Sam’s for his release party right before summer smash in Chicago, I uh I ended up running into this girl from high school, we talked the whole night and we ended up hooking up and she’s- she’s pregnant… Y/N, I love you I really do I always will but, I’m not IN love with you.. uh anymore.. I realized our love wasn’t healthy, it was toxic and I’m sure you can agree” he took a deep breath out like a weight was dropped from his shoulders. My jaw was on the floor. I was astonished by the words coming from his mouth.

“I just need a minute Chris…” my voice broke when I spoke and he and I both knew I was hurt. He made a little ‘tsk’ with his mouth and I hung up. My body hit the floor besides the couch I was uncontrollably ugly crying. My hands were shaky but I picked up the phone to call the one person I knew I could trust, my best friend, Riley.

“Hey bitch what’s up?” She answered.

My voice broke with her, I couldn’t bear to break her happy mood with my awful news. “Chris is in love with a girl from high school it’s been- it happened when- when we went to Hawaii together wi-with Whitney, Mayci, and uh um Taylor, and she’s- she’s fucking pregnant” I immediately started sobbing.

“Okay what the fuck? Maybe you should try religion cause Jesus he’s hard to rely on” in the mist of me sobbing my eyes out I managed to let out a soft giggle.

“Now my tummy hurts, he’s in love with her, but-but um- for- for what’s it’s worth they’d make beautiful babies” my sobs became harder and harder.

“Okay just breathe, I know this is a lot. Have you ever heard of the players curse?” She sounded awfully calm for someone who just heard her boyfriend of 2 years cheated on her and got another girl pregnant.

“N-no?” She laughed. And immediately got excited.

“The players curse is when a man did terrible things to a woman/women and run through them treating them worthlessly. In turn these men normally have daughters, their punishment is that their daughters will experience everything that they did to women.” For some reason this little peace of advice and knowledge helped me a tad.

“So eventually 2043, someone’s gonna hurt their little girl like their dad hurt me? And raise em’ up to a couple of fucking monsters like their mother and they father.” I couldn’t help but cry thinking of someone living my dream I wanted to live with Chris. I wanted to carry his children, I wanted to marry him, all of his dreams involved ME, not her.

“EXACTLY! Keep that mindset girl and you’ll be perfect” she cheered as if I just said I won the lottery.

“When will he pay for what he did to me. I’m fucking broken Ri, I don’t know what the fuck to do” I kept sobbing and sobbing. Chris was the love of my life.

“Never cause that’s just boys being boys girl” she breathed out. “Why don’t we go out tonight and party and get hammered”

“I don’t think that’s the best idea Ri, I don’t think I can handle drinking and stuff” I bit my lip nervously thinking about everything that could go wrong while drinking.

“You know, your probably right” she gasps “oh my god do you remember when me and you got super drunk that first time you and Chris were on a break? You ended up drunk calling him and he had Matt come and pick you up?” Her laughter always lit up my day. No matter how sad I was I was always smile every-time I heard her voice. “So what are you gonna tell Chris?”

“Chris and are done, he’s not in love with me anymore. I’ll always be loved by him but I will not be someone he’s in love with unless things change and even if it does change, I don’t think we’ll ever be in a relationship again” I felt oddly and strangely content with that thought of never having to fight with Chris or wonder if I’m saying the wrong things, speaking wrongly, or vise versa.

“Does he know yall are done? Or is it YOUR done?” She spoke softer hearing my content voice of my current situation with Chris.

“Text him” was the two words she spoke. “He broke up with you over phone, you confirm the breakup over text, and you text me if you need anything girl, I love you, and you know this,”

“Love you too girl,” I sighed and opened my messages I knew I had to do it but couldn’t push myself to do it.

“Chris, though I’ve enjoyed the two years with you, and I can agree it was toxic and should’ve been done a long time ago, however you’re not in love with me I am with you and I will always be. I’ll always be here for you as a friend because essentially that’s what we were before dating. I love you Christopher.”

Sending that message broke me into a million pieces. Now my tummy hurts, he's in love with her But for what it's worth, he's her problem now And she'll stay with him 'Cause she made with him a couple monsters Like their mother and their father, eventually, 2043 Someone's gonna hurt your little girl like he hurt me.

HELLOOOO EVERYONEEEEEEEE!!!!

So sorry for lack of inactivity but I would like to say this is one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written and if you haven’t heard the song please listen now!! I love you all and thank you for the patience!

XOXO

Gabs!

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Soooooo based on your latest 8x10 costume meta do you think when buddie finally happens that they will be wearing watches or no? I kind of think the latter because like, they don’t need to count down anymore or worry about not being in time/on the same time — they’ll finally be on the same page and entering a new era together.

Idk I just love your meta and I’m dying because I need your watch mega post but I’m sure it’s a beast ❤️ thank you for all you do for this clown community (but are we clowns if we’re right?!)

P.S. it’s @somebodycall911onabc

Hey!!!! How lovely to have you in my inbox!

I am always happy to serve the clown community 💜 Not sure we’re clowning any more though - and isn’t that a glorious thing to be able to contemplate and say!!

The watch mega meta is happening - I’ve been working on it this evening - but there is 8.5 seasons of stuff to go through so it really is taking me forever to get written - especially when the show keeps giving us such Buddie epicness every episode! 😂 I’m hoping that I might be able to get it finished in the next couple of weeks but that all rather depends on what we get in the next two episodes - because I might not be able to concentrate on it if we get lots of juicy Buddie stuff - like a queer Eddie arc and Buck spiralling out in spectacular fashion!

As for the watches - I can see the benefit of either - but I lean towards them having watches on rather than not wearing watches. The reason I think this is that it feels to me like they are setting up the lack of watches as a symbol of having run out of time - as a way of signifying that something has come to an end - which is why Buck is not wearing one when Eddie leaves - because (subconsciously) he has run out of time. The other reason I lean towards them wearing watches (Eddie with his new one we’ve just had revealed and Buck with a new one as well - which we’ll see later when he’s in the right place to embrace his love for Eddie - which is why Eddie has his already - because when he realises/connects the dots or whatever process he goes through - he will be able to embrace it - but Buck is gonna spiral and be in denial for a while yet) is the Mavid engagement - where a watch was used in place of an engagement ring - to symbolise commitment and permenance. That is a traditional symbolic meaning of a watch - deep commitment - that doesn’t have to be romantic - it can be familial and there is also the tradition of a business giving long serving employees a carriage clock or a watch - again something we saw 911 show us with Ramon being given a watch when he retired.

I will go into some of this in more detail in the watch mega meta - but I think we’ll see them in watches - new ones that symbolise the new journey they are on and their changed dynamic - showing the depth of their love and commitment to each other!

Thanks for the ask and I hope the answer makes sense! 💜💜💜

[joocomics]

hey dinna! hope you’ve been doing well 🫶 idk if ur taking HC requests rn, as i’m sure ur busy w kinktober (which i’ve been loving btw!!) so totally understandable if ur not, but if u are… how do u think the heroes would comfort their partner who was going through a difficult time and feeling bad about themselves?

(asking for a friend) ((it’s me i’m the friend. PMS has been getting to me and making All of my insecurities flare up and i even had a work-related nightmare the other day from the stress 🥲 i know the feelings will pass and i’ll be fine but it really sucks rn and i wish i had a pretty boy to hug me and tell me it’s ok 😭))

hi pookie 🫶🏼 i’m sorry to hear you’re going through a tough time and i really hope this post as little as it is brings you some joy! i’m sure you’re strong and you can get through it quicker than you think! make sure to rest well and take care of yourself now more than ever ~ i’m here if you need to distract yourself from everything. also, thank you for reading my kinktober event, means more than you know 🤎

gunil would talk to you about it firsthand - for him it’s important for you to know that you can always share anything with him; undeniably, the conversation would ease the storm inside you. he’s patient, understanding and very good with words; he’d know what to say and how; when to speak, and when to leave you to be the one talking while he just listens, caressing your back with affection. the conversation would be comforting, and once it’s over, he’d suggest to go for a walk in the park so you can get some fresh air, clear your head even more. his eyes won’t leave you out of sight throughout the whole day and they’ll radiate love and gentleness. if you’re not in the mood for that, he’d order food and make a cosy space for a movie night

jungsu would cuddle you so much; he’d lock arms around you and keep you warm and safe while leaving soft kisses in your hair. he wouldn’t be big on talking in the specific moment, but when he speaks, he’d say exactly what you need to hear and every word would be healing. you’d feel your heart calming its rhythm and healing its wound slowly as he whispers that you’re doing great, and that everything will be okay; he’s by your side and he’s always going to be there for you. he’d make sure to spoon you when you go to bed to limit the chances of you having another nightmare, and during the day, he’d be throwing you compliments and little encouraging phrases that would have a big positive impact on your week ahead

jiseok would be slightly perplexed, maybe solely because of wanting to help you feel better, and being unsure if he’s doing enough. until you show him that his presence alone is already enough for your heart to relax. he’d definitely sneak a few jokes here and there, hoping to make you laugh as he lets your head rest on his lap while his hands play with your hair which is another thing that always makes you feel at ease too. you’d be able to feel the love he has for you as his fingers caress your cheek gently and his eyes look down at you lovingly

seungmin would talk to you about it when you want to talk about it. and when you need to have some alone time, he’d cook for you. he’d make your favorite meal and put on the movie that he knows you keep rewatching because of how much you love it. he can easily tell when your mood starts to drop, and every gesture of his would radiate support and affection in order to remind you that he’s there for you no matter what. he’d buy all your favorite snacks, he’d shower with you, he’d do your hair and take you to the mall so you can laugh together at silly toys and such

junhan would be the best listener; he’d really try to give you not only support and validation, but also advice if you need it for work or personal reasons. he’d ask questions, and try to help you go through your messy thoughts that would be clouding your mind. after a long conversation, he’d want to uplift your spirits and would want to know what you want to do. whatever you’re in the mood for, that’s what he’s in the mood for too. going out for brunch, chilling at home and listening to music, going to the cinema… you name it. on days like that he’d just want to see you smile again

jooyeon would let you cry on his shoulder for as long as you need. he hates to see you cry, but he knows it’s relieving you from the pressure; if it’s something you feel the need to do in that moment, he’d silently hold you in his arms and caress your back gently, quietly reminding you that it’s okay, that you should let it all out. he’d kiss your nose then your cheeks until he covers every part of your puffy face with soft pecks. he’d make sure you remember that it’s normal for everyone to have days like this, and that you shouldn’t forget you’re not going through them alone. the crying session would turn into the two of you chatting about some mundane things while cuddling, and then the cuddling would turn into him suddenly playing fight with you out of nowhere (spoiler alert: he’d let you win. not easily, but he’d let you win)

[nonbinarynerdbot]

Chronic illness vent below the cut

So I’ve been ill with a fibromyalgia flare and ✨Mystery Bonus Symptoms✨ since January (technically December, but it didn’t stop me from working until January), and my roommate has been AMAZING by taking care of me/taking on everything with next to no warning, right? And while my symptoms have faded out and I’m not as severely couch bound as I was at the beginning of the year, Im still nowhere near well enough to get back to my physical labor job.

However, the reason I’ve pinned for my “””improvement””” the last couple of weeks is because I finally said fuck it and started setting timers/alarms to take my fun increased dosage of nerve blockers.

The side effects you ask? Fatigue so severe that I’m sleeping for four hours every four to six. It fluctuates a bit here and there, but I’m on a four hours on, four hours off routine right now and tbh??? It’s driving me nuts, but I can’t afford to do the whole song and dance of fucking with my fibro meds because it’s a $70 copay to go to the doctor that prescribes them.

Am I glad that my body is only a little on fire all of the time instead of extremely? Sure. But am I so fucking upset that right now Im typing with one eye barely cracked open and muscles getting heavier? Yep. And fighting through it is truly a horrible idea because them Im dizzy and nauseous and it just… idk Im tired in a would deep way because I miss working so much.

[noa748]

BLAH. Having one of those days. It’s been a while since depression kept me in bed till noon.

I feel so guilty and like I’m wasting summer. I just don’t have the motivation to go out into the world. On a good day I make myself go out for a run, but lately it’s been 90 plus degrees out and there’s no shade on my running route. But even going on 4 mile runs two or three times a week, I still kinda feel like garbage

I MISS the mountains. So much. It was always significantly cooler at elevation, so on really hot days I’d hit the higher peaks. Or there were abundant clean rivers and lakes, so I could take my pick. Sometimes I’d just choose a hike along a river and jump in halfway through.

I know I need to take care of myself physically, but without the mountains I’ve kind of lost my drive. My whole passion for staying fit was so I could feel strong and hit summits, everything else was a bonus. Now instead of staying fit to get something I want, I’m trying to stay fit to avoid something I don’t want (losing mobility with aging, feeling unattractive). And it’s even harder now that I don’t work on my feet. Negative motivation just doesn’t work the same.

I finally have a solid career and some stability. But it feels like I’ve sacrificed everything (everything!! even my damn dog!!) to get it. The victory feels pretty empty sometimes. And it’s still going to be a few years before I’m comfortable financially, if I’m lucky.

I wish I could somehow live in the mountains again, but the cost of living has gotten out of control and there are limited job opportunities that pay significantly less. And I was constantly having to move - I moved 8 times in 10 years. Just constant housing instability getting worse thanks to out of state people buying up all the property for vacation homes. So none of it was sustainable long-term.

Idk it’s hard. I’ve been here for 14 months and while I’ve started to crawl out of a hole financially, I also feel like I’ve been in survival mode this whole time. I moved into my current apartment in May and literally just finished unpacking last week. I’m just so meh about everything.

The reason I’ve been writing so much is because I just NEED to fool my brain into producing some fucking dopamine 🫠 so I imagine myself in situations. Look at me on my pretend adventure with all my pretend friends. Ugh

[petravsminecraft]

“Uh - Hey! Hellooo? Is this stupid thing working??

I hate to say it but if there’s anyone out there I need help. Something’s happened to Jesse and I don’t know what to do. I’m heading back to Beacontown as we speak to find Lukas, Radar, Jack, and everyone else. But I don’t know how long that’ll take. We've been out traveling for a while.

So that’s why I’m here. To get all the help I can get now. Jesse’s been acting weird. Ever since we went to this creepy temple a couple weeks ago she’s… off. The way she speaks. The way she acts. Something isn’t right. I hear her voice but it’s not her. It doesn’t feel like her. The way she moves and she keeps - she keeps calling me Alex sometimes. I don’t know where that came from. I don’t know why it’s the name Alex of all things. And then she laughs it off like it was a silly mistake, but we’ve never. We’ve never known anyone named Alex.

It all started when we were looking for treasure. We were in the nether, we found a temple I never thought would be in this dimension. It was like a fortress, but bigger, more complex… We searched for hours for something, and just found a… a stupid dirt block! 

At least that’s what we thought it was... Jesse discovered it can actually change into different blocks, and it’s infinite. Just one block can create a wall, or any kind of build you can imagine. It’s - it’s insane! Jesse also said she’s felt a little weird ever since she’s been carrying it. Mobs have hit her a few times, but she felt no pain at all. She hasn’t felt hungry, or tired either. I don’t like this.

I’ve asked her to drop it, or let me hold it for a while and she refuses. I don’t know why. They trust me right? I know they do! So why won’t they let me hold it? Why?? I just… AUGHHH! I don’t know! I don’t know anything! Can someone help?? Or give advice?? Anything. Please.”

(OOC things from me under cut)

Account ran by @mintsky420 this is a little au that's inspired by the first few episodes on animation vs minecraft. Which is why the blog is called petravsminecraft cause I thought it'd be funny reference. I also run @bluesuspendersjesse and just know that blog is for casual fun, this one has more lore and story fun stuff going on.

Story info:

This takes places about a couple of months after season two, Jesse and Petra left Beacontown and have been adventuring. They found something they thought was entirely useless but it turns out it's not. And Jesse's about to discover what it's like to be possessed.

Jesstra is an end goal for this, but rn it's like this: Jesse has had a crush on Petra for years, Petra is just now realizing she has a crush on Jesse. Because demi romantic Petra for life babyyyy WOOO -

This Romeo and Xara are dead they cannot help you or Petra.

Jesse uses she/they pronouns, Petra will consistently use both for them.

Extra stuff:

You can try to help or not help Petra I don't care, however, if there's stuff that you send that would be too early to do for story reasons I won't answer it. Please don't think I have anything against you if I end up not answering your ask, it was for the plot. And Petra can't know everything immediately.

DO NOT SEND SUGGESTIVE ASKS AT ALL!! That's not what we're here for. And don't be a jerk/bigot get tf out of here bro. (unless you're being a jerk in character yk lmaoooo)

aaaa idk what else to put rn but yippee new blog

[ofmermaidstories]

ok let’s have a WIP chat. 🚶🏽‍♀️‍➡️🪑📚

what do we owe each other? or rather, what do i owe you? i’ve been thinking about this a lot in the last few weeks, because the answer to that affects what i post and how i post it.

i wanted to post the haunting fic this month, maybe, but it’s a little heavier than my usual fare, and while that doesn’t bother me, the writer, i guess i just overthink the like. reality of being a fic writer in a niche/genre that is built on love stories, you know? is the haunting fic a love story? yeah. but i’m just… idk, i think i’m just kinda like ehhhhhh over the fact that maybe it’s not the love story we necessarily need right now, LOL. also it’s like, peak summer for me, which is very anti-haunting vibes, however, that might make it peak-posting time for our friends in non-southern-hemisphere countries? but then is that coming back around to like, the whole, “do i post a downer of a fic when my friends are emotionally vulnerable and at the mercy of seasonal depression?” LOL. but then that implies that i don’t trust you guys to know yourselves well enough to make the judgement call you need to……… LMAOOOO sorry guys, you’re getting all this dumped on you bc my friends aren’t TALKING TO MEEEE REEEEEE (but also this is like, a great sampler of what it’s like to be my friend so hey, maybe this is kinda like an audition?).

honestly this kind of overthinking is probably why it takes me so long to post anything LOL. i’m just kinda like uhh ehhh ahhh mmmm hmmm most of the time LOL. but anyways, part of me is just like, okay girl, you just gotta leave tumblr for the summer and go write the shouto fic LOL. but also that’s me lying to you, because i wouldn’t leave tumblr and i wouldn’t be working on the shouto fic LOL, what i really wanna do is the gravity falls fic. 🥹👉🏽👈🏽 and that’s for a couple of reasons: the hyperfixation is HOT at the moment, time to strike, etc etc, and also because i’ve decided that whenever i do post it, it needs to be already done in it’s entirety, so that it’s not dependant on like—you know!! the inherent motivation that comes with it being read by others. idk guys. 😩 i talk myself in circles about this. because like, okay—let’s say i manage to finish the wholeeee fic, and i post it, what does an apology present to our non-interested GF friends look like? LOL. like, do i write the GF fic, and then quickly follow that up with a chapter of the shouto fic, so there’s something for everyone? do i try and sandwich things? haunting one-shot, GF fic, shouto chapter? i know i KNOW “do what you want merms” i KNOWWW, the problem is that i. want to do everything. 🥹 and also it takes me time to deliver those things. 🥺 slowmaxxing, as our beloved starry likes to say. 🥹 but it means i kinda have to… choose wisely, right? because of the literal time we’re spending??? and then that brings me to a decision paralysis ig LOL. love life love creating i would not trade this for the world it’s fine it’s fun it’s fine.