#idk if this even says everything i want it to say

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Sweet Tooth

Pairing: charles leclerc x reader x alexandra saint mleux

summary: Alex and Charles meet the sweetest girl they know. Now how to get that sweetheart for themselves?

a/n: wow this one fought me the entire time I was trying to write it…

a/n2: my longest piece and full of visions of the future

a/n3: thanks @sinofwriting and @ice-man-goes-bwoah for being sounding boards! definitely helped me get this thing done

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Private Messages, Charles and Alexandra (November)

charles_leclerc posted a story, alexandrasaintmleux posted 2 stories

[a sweet treat needed][🌈][🍭🍬]

user1 replied a candy store?

user2 replied that looks good!

user3 replied I’ll give you some candy 🥵

user4 replied but what about your diet??

pierregasly replied that bad huh?

↳charles_leclerc it was Alex’s idea

↳pierregasly so it’s really bad!

↳charles_leclerc yes

user5 replied this is one of the best eff you’s I’ve ever seen

user6 replied you’re in Vegas!!

user7 replied when did you get here??

user8 replied watch out for Charles!!

arthur_leclerc replied hows he doing?

↳alexandrasaintmleux well he barely even glanced at the Ferrari hoodie before we left the hotel…

↳arthur_leclerc damn…you guys staying there for a while then?

↳alexandrasaintmleux for a couple of days at least

↳arthur_leclerc good

user9 replied everything there looks so good..

user10 replied Yum 🤤 (and not just the candy 😉)

user11 replied oh I love that store

Bluesky

user12: ELVIS WEDDING??

↳user13: not something I had on my bingo card for this year…

↳user12: right???

user14: ok but who got married??

↳user15: I’m saying max and Kelly — gotta celebrate that 4x win

↳user14: oh that’s a good thought

↳user16: I always always say that Lando is the type to get drunk married in Vegas

↳user14: he does have that type of energy doesn’t he??

↳user17: idk but Oscar has that type of secretive energy that would absolutely get married in Vegas

↳user14: oh my god he does!

user18: ok give us absolutely nothing!

↳user19: right??? This gives us nothing

↳user18: seriously!

Private Messages, Y/N and BFF (November)

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (November)

Bluesky

user20: Jesus I guess this is the year of Vegas weddings since it seems like every one of them is getting married there

user21: brb moving to Vegas to catch a f1 driver husband

user22: I wanna know why this is such a big deal??

↳user23: same! Like yeah some drivers are gonna stay an extra day or 2! It’s Vegas and they have a break before the end of the season!

↳user24: I’m guessing it has something to do with the gossip reported earlier in the week — that one of the drivers got married by an Elvis impersonator

↳user25: come on guys I thought we all agreed that deuxmoi never tells the truth

user26: forget Charles and Alexandra - I want more Leo!!

↳user27: LEO LEO LEO

↳user28: LEO LEO LEO

user29: ok but am I the only one who wants it to be an elopement??

↳user30: no no no continue please 🙏

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (November)

cl16fans

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cl16fans: and it’s a strong end of the season for Charles! P2 and P3!

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user31: such a tortured soul..

↳user32: right?? P3 and he still looks so unhappy…

user33: he changed his tune fast after that though…

↳user34: what do you mean?

↳user33: after the interviews he meant up with Alex and it looked like they were texting someone

↳user35: omg im glad someone else caught that — they were like glowing and giggling

↳user33: I wonder just who has them acting like teenagers in love?

↳user35: especially when they’re right next to each???

yn: he looks good on the podium…

↳user36: he does!

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (December)

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (December)

Phone Call, Alexandra and y/n (January)

Private Messages, Charles and Alexandra (January)

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: what an electrifying night ♥️ Forza Ferrari Sempre ♥️

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user37: Forza Ferrari Sempre!!

↳user38: this is our year!

alexandrasaintmleux: so handsome ♥️

↳charles_leclerc: ehehe

yn: pretty boy liked by charles_leclerc

↳user39: why is Charles liking a random comment about him??

lewishamilton: Forza Ferrari Sempre ♥️

pierregasly: slacking off there calmar?

↳charles_leclerc: sharpening the mind actually

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (February)

Call Logs — Charles and y/n, Alexandra and y/n (March)

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (May)

Bluesky

user50: breaking news —the sky is blue??

↳user51: right?? Like of course he’s probably gonna be in the jewelry store??

user52: ok but am I the only one that thinks this is part of a bigger picture??

↳user53: Yes. Yes you are

↳user52: no no no listen

↳user52: last November it was said that a driver got married in Vegas and then Charles and Alexandra stayed longer then they usually do

↳user52: then remember the both of them kept getting caught texting someone else? And they were all giggly and blushy??

↳user52: add in the random post from Christmas where Charles thanked his ‘mon amour’ for the gift for Leo? He always calls Alexandra his Alex — not Mon amour

↳user52: and in a stretch — there’s a random account that they both respond too when they post — yn!

↳user52: in conclusion — Charles (and maybe Alex?) got married in Vegas last year to yn and they’re still talking to her

↳user53: nurse she’s out again…

user54: oh to be Charles’ girlfriend who he buys jewelry for…

user55: he’s glowing!

↳user56: right? Idk who he’s buying the jewelry for — he’s just so happy!

↳user57: gotta take that happiness where he can get it….

↳user58: oh don’t remind me…

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (June)

f1gossip

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f1gossip: Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux spotted at lunch with a mysterious female at Romantic Restaurant today. Who is this mysterious female and what does this mean?

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user52: *clears throat* I’ll be accepting your apologies now

↳user53: this means nothing

user59: this is gonna be my new obsession I just know it…

↳user60: right??? I need to know absolutely everything about this

user61: ok where are the obsessive trackers? Who is she??

↳user62: it looks like it’s yn! She’s a business student in America that works in a candy store! She’s been commenting on their socials a lot since January

↳user61: ok I know I asked for it but good lord that was fast…

↳user62: I was bored and interested 🤷🏽‍♀️

user63: a business student?? She’s got those smartie genes then

user64: I’m gonna need a play by play on how this happened!

↳user65: big mood. This is such a random pairing…

user66: whoever she is, she just needs to keep doing what she’s doing. Charles hasn’t been this close to the WDC ever!

↳user67: that’s exactly what I was thinking!

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (August)

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: Vegas, a home away from home. I’m so glad to be able to bring home another win this year here, for everyone watching ♥️

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user68: OMG OMG OMG ITS HAPPENINGS

↳user69: Shut it shut it shut it!! Don’t tempt fate!

pierregasly: mega race today Charles!

user70: CL16 WDC INCOMING

↳user71: 1 more win Charles! You can do it!

maxverstappen1: congrats Charles!

user72: he smoked them today!

↳user73: as a Charles fan it was a very boring race 😂

↳user74: I don’t even care. Here’s for a boring season then if he wins

alexandrasaintmleux: congratulations ♥️ liked by charles_leclerc

yn: such a fantastic race babe liked by charles_leclerc

↳user75: babe?!?

↳user76: ITS HAPPENING!!

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (November)

f1

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f1: And our 2025 World’s Driving Champion is Charles Leclerc!

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alexandrasaintmleux: mon champion ♥️♥️ liked by charles_leclerc

yn: always amazing to watch you do your thing — and even better to watch you win 💚 liked by charles_leclerc

maxverstappen1: no one I’d rather lose too. congrats charles

user77: HE DID IT

↳user78: HE FINALLY DID JT!!

oscarpiastri: congrats mate

user79: I just scared my family with how loud I screamed but he did it!!

↳user80: same

↳user81: same

↳user82: Same

sebastianvettel: Very well deserved. Well done Charles

user83: 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

kimimatiasraikkonen: congrats

user84: 🎉🎉🎉

jensonbutton: Well done mate!

user85: ok but my favorite part of this watching all the old champions come welcome the newest one to the club liked by charles_leclerc, alexandrasaintmleux, yn

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: This is everything that I’ve ever wanted, everything that I’ve worked for since I was a little kid. Thank you to my family for all the support, for Ferrari for the amazing season, and to my amazing wives — it might have been a drunken decision to marry you but it could never be considered a mistake.

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user86: I’m not crying are you crying why is it raining inside my house right now??

user87: I still can’t believe it…

maxverstappen1: a Vegas wedding huh??

↳charles_leclerc: the best thing that ever happened to me!

↳yn: sap

↳charles_leclerc: only for you two

↳alexandrasaintmleux: you get used to it

↳yn: i don’t know if I want to… liked by charles_leclerc, alexandrasaintmleux

↳maxverstappen1: really? on my comment thread??

arthur_leclerc: oh no Charles…

↳charles_leclerc: what??

↳arthur_leclerc: maman…

↳alexandrasaintmleux: You did remember to tell your mother about us right? Right??

↳charles_leclerc: uh oh…

↳yn: 🤦🏻‍♀️

↳user88: a world champion and still “I am stupid” liked by yn, alexandrasaintmleux

user89: he’s married??? 2x over???

↳user90: I can’t believe he found a way to overshadow his one WDC win…

↳user91: right??

↳user92: I wanna know how he got 2 10s to go out with his mid level ass?

↳user90: you did NOT just call Charles Leclerc MID???

Private Messages, Charles/Alexandra and y/n (January)

lec_ice_cream

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lec_ice_cream: Ferrari red and Leclerc ice cream is a winning combo! Coming soon!

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user91: a Leclerc store??

↳user92: I’m so there. The employees are scared cause I’m so early but I’m there

↳lec_ice_cream: A+ for the meme but we are actually gonna have to ask you to leave!

↳user92: omg lec admin I love you liked by lec_ice_cream

oscarpiastri: is there gonna be a family discount?

↳olliebearman: or like a favorite son discount??

↳oscarpiastri: 🤨

↳lec_ice_cream: uh oh the girls are fighting…

↳user93: 🍿

user94: I’ve had the lec admin for 1 post but if anything happened to them I’d kill everyone then myself…

↳lec_ice_cream: big mood…

↳user95: lec admin id die for you

↳user96: I’d kill for you

↳user97: I’m just asking when I can get some ice cream??

↳lec_ice_cream: I’m reporting all of you but user97!

user98: it’s comforting that even after everything he’s still going on his random side quests…

↳user99: it is!!

user100: ok I’ve got money that it’s yn who is gonna be running the store!

↳user101: you really think that he’d buy a business just to dump all the work on his wife??

↳lec_ice_cream: right?? Who’d do that??

↳lec_ice_cream: charles_leclerc

↳charles_leclerc: …I am stupid…

↳user102: this is gonna be the most amazing thing this year…

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Hellooo idk if you've played the Tekken games before but what if neglected reader is like Lili? Djjsbsjdjd gahh I love her sm and she's like this sassy confident lady hehehe and her outfits are GORGEOUSS 😭😭

And I got this idea for a Lili! Neglected reader while playing the dark resurrection game and how Lili is just this badass Compeating to save her father's business ^^;;

"Please don't tell my father!"

Lili Rochefort!reader x yandere batfam

Bruce and your mother's marriage was not based on love but rather a financial arrangement. She desired Wayne's wealth, and she obtained it. She ensured a biological child with him, even if their divorce was inevitable. Your mother would still retain his riches. Without lifting a finger, which meant you were more of a tool to gain wealth than actually be a daughter.

When your mother was through and had gotten what she wanted, she left you in your father's hands—the cruelest thing the woman ever did to you. Living in the manor was a nightmare. You had thought you were an only child, but life spat in your face and gave you "brothers." Rude, obnoxious, mean, angry, rage-filled, obsessed little creatures with a taste for violence; you found it vile how they would fight like brutes in front of the dinner table, making you almost drop your plate of decadent food Alfred had prepared for you. How beastly you think, watching them fight on TV in ridiculous costumes, fighting crime, and causing public property damage. They barely even had manners at galas or block events. So what if they acted like they wanted nothing to do with you? You wanted nothing to do with them.

"She’s so stuck up."

"She acts like such a princess."

"She walks like she has a stick up her ass."

You didn't care what your siblings said, wiping your long blonde hair in their faces. You were a sophisticated young girl, and that’s what you were raised to be: a good morning routine, daily workouts, piano lessons, and ballet on weekends. You were far from a ruffian; you were a lady and deserved to be treated as such. You didn't care how much Steph hated your prissy attitude or how Cass thought you were weak, how Jason thought you were a spoiled brat, or how Dick and Duke believed you had never been through a day of hardship in your life.

Tim and Damian never agreed, but one thing they could agree on was that all you were was a pretty rich girl, and you never tried to make them think you weren’t. Sure, there was more to you than meets the eye; Alfred knew that, but your brothers could never see it. When your father—the man you had been trying to impress for years with your good behavior, good grades, and overall good everything—wouldn't even spare you a passing glance, your whole world crumbled. He never loved your mother, and you knew better than that, but why couldn’t he love you? All he did was throw his ultimatum black card at you and say, "Not now, [Name]."

He thought you were like your petty mother, that you only cared about inheriting the Wayne fortune, nothing more. So, he kept you occupied with pretty dresses, nice shoes, and fancy ballet slippers. He couldn’t be serious, but the only way your father knew how to communicate was through violence—pure, unadulterated violence. Sitting in spare with Jason, you realized what language your family spoke; even Barbara had spoken it once or twice. It was violence, so you decided to speak their language—this unspoken language of fighting.

Holy shit, was it not fun! No wonder you saw the smile on Cass's face when she fought Duke in a match; it was pure fun watching your opponent fall and grovel underneath you, knowing you had the upper hand in a fight. Knowing you were better was pure bliss. But you must remember to fix your makeup after every match; a lady like you must never mess up her nails. And every time you win, you laugh like a mad woman, but you'll never tell your father that you're a fighter because you're his delicate little girl who's scared of dogs that bark too loudly.

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dad!matt discovering you have degradation kink by accident and you're all embarrassed and tell him to forget about it but he's stubborn and honestly the fact that you're embarrassed only makes it easier to use that discovery against you. why is he so mean 😔

btw i'm in love with your blog, honestly as someone raised in a catholic environment even though i know it's okay to like a lot of things, i do sometimes feel idk... guilty? and places like your blog make me feel valid and i wanted to thank you for that

this warms my heart so much. i know im just a faceless smut writer on tumblr but im so glad that my writing has an impact on people. i appreciate you reading!! 🫶

even if you had a convincing poker face, it’d be useless against matt. he can tell when you’re lying before you even do so. honestly, there’s no point in him even asking you questions other than wanting to hear you say the answers out loud.

“c’mon, you can tell me. what are your deep, dark fantasies?” he asks, chuckling as you lounge on the couch together. your feet rest in his lap and his hand covers your shin, rubbing small circles over your skin.

“i don’t have any,” you say, matching his laughter.

matt’s smile shifts into more of a smirk and he looks at you with his head tilted to the side. “yes, you do.”

“no, i don’t,” you insist.

“i know when you’re lying, sweetheart.” he shifts so he’s facing you and he grabs your hands, holding them gently. “you know you can tell me anything.”

“it’s really not a big deal, i swear. just forget it.”

“you told me you wanted to call me dad in bed. how could this be any more embarrassing than that?” he teases, and in retaliation, you attempt to kick him in the chest, but he catches your ankle. “i can start guessing if you want.”

“dad,” you huff, pulling your foot back.

“let’s see… you want me to tie you up?” your heartbeat remains steady. “no. you want to have a threesome?” steady. “no. you want me to walk you around on a leash?” still nothing. “hmm…” you feel matt getting closer to the truth and your heartrate increases with anxiety. “you want me to be mean to you?”

your heart skips.

“that’s it,” matt says with a satisfied grin.

you whine as you hide your face in your hands. “please stop.”

“was that so hard, baby? i can be mean to you if you want,” he laughs. “i didn’t think you’d be into something like that. i guess i should’ve known,” he says as he pulls you closer to him by your ankle. “i’ve got myself a kinky little girl, don’t i?”

he takes ahold of your wrists and moves your hands away from your face, removing the only protection you had from facing your embarrassment. he makes you look at him and when he does, he can feel your pulse quicken even more.

“i can do this for you, you just have to tell me what you want me to say,” he says.

“i don’t know,” you shrug.

“don’t lie to me,” he says. “tell me.”

“like…” you trail off.

“like?” he mocks.

you rip the bandaid off. “whore and slut and dumb and pathetic,” you blurt out. “just be mean.” you said it so quickly that the embarrassment of your words doesn’t hit you until they’re all out. that’s when you realize that matt is doing this on purpose. “you asshole,” you huff.

“don’t be mad, sweetheart,” he chuckles. “i’m just doing what you want, right? making you all flustered and embarrassed is mean, isn’t it?”

you cross your arms and attempt to turn away from him, but matt anticipates it and stops you by pinning your arms at your sides. he moves to hover over your body and places his knee between your spread thighs.

“and you like it, don’t you?” he asks, this time more serious. when you don’t answer, he says, “tell me.”

“yes, i like it,” you whimper as he tightens his grip on your wrists.

“yeah, you do,” he smirks. “now tell me, do you want me to bring you to bed, or do you want me to fuck you on the couch like a slut?”

you don’t have to say a word. your rapidly beating heart tells matt everything he needs to know.

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Nsfw alphabet w Remmick!

After a long wait is finally here lmao

@fuckoffbard you told me to tag you lol

Warning: female!reader, mention on blood

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Remmick is a passionate lover who enjoys the art of making his sexual partners rely on him for guidance and affection.

He praises them afterwards and stays for a bit to keep them attached and make them feel wanted. But that's about it.

Now, with his true love, the one he absolutely cares about and it's not just another follower. Well, Remmick would do whatever is in his power to make them feel utterly adored.

He showers them in love and praise, soothing the pain away from their limp body, peppering kisses all over their skin as he cleans them from the sweat and cum (even blood) that was smeared all over their sore body.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Remmick loves your entire body, but he pays so much attention to your legs it's crazy.

He loves to kiss them up and down, nibble on your thighs and grope your ass as he's eating you out.

Remmick loves everything about them.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Can vampires even cum? Idk but Remmick likes to cum deep inside you and make you take every drop of it. He likes to fill you up to the brim, fucking his cum back to you if it starts to ooze out and praise you for being such a good girl for him.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Remmick has nothing to hide sexually, he's an open freak and has no shame.

However if we had to say something, Remmick loves to play with his food. He has a hunger for blood, yours smells so good and it makes him want to sink his teeth deep into your skin and suck you dry, but he waits.

He doesn't do this with other humans, Remmick lures them and drinks every single drop of blood their body has to offer. But you're different.

He keeps you around, he gets off on the edge, to have a bit of you but no whole.

He loves when you get your period because he gets to taste you completely, a little treat to ease his hunger. But he's waiting for the day he gets to devour you without mercy.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

He knows what he's doing, alright? This man got 100 years and more of experience (both of his own and people he has transformed) up his sleeve and he's ready to show off and rock your world.

F= Favorite position

Legs over his shoulders or pressed against your chest where he gets to thrust deeper into you, it's perfect. He loves watching you fall apart underneath him, crying out his name as he pounds into you.

If you're a human (his little toy) he's going to nibble in your flesh, not enough to fully dig his fans and make a feast out of you, but it's so fucking tempting and he's drooling like a starved man which adds to the excitement of everything.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Remmick is charming and he can crack a few jokes here and there, however, in sex I feel like he's playful and alluring. He isn't funny, but he's not dead serious either.

He's keeping you on your toes for sure.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Remmick is hairy, perhaps nothing too wild, but he's not bald down there. You see, the road is lead by some chest hair that goes down to his happy trail and dies with a nice patch of hair where his dick stands.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Remmick is a hungry man ready to take his prey, he's not exactly kind. His poundings are rough and dirty, he wants- no, he needs to claim you as his over and over again and will be vocal about it.

Can he be sweet and romantic? Sure, you're his pretty little thing, he wanna makes you feel good.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Remmick doesn't really do it, he got you for that. However, if he does jack off is to tease you, to make you watch as he pleases himself until you're begging to get a taste.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Breeding kink, perhaps even a pregnancy kink too: Look, Remmick loves claiming you as his over and over again and the thought of making you all swell and round with his babies is way too tempting for him not to do it.

Honestly I believe that he's a family man, he wants to have one and he also likes the process of knocking you up.

Also dominance, he's not aggressive about it, but he wants you to rely on him fully and obey what he says.

Blood kink as well, he loves to make it pour out of you and lick it off your skin. Whenever you get your period he's a happy man.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

He doesn't care as long as he got you, however, I feel like he would get such a thrill for public spaces.

Perhaps it's not blown out sex, just teasing, running his hands on your body, whispering the dirty things he wants to do to you once he gets you alone.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

You relying on him for whatever reason, it makes him feel needed and God it turns him on so much. He loves when you come asking for help, when you get flustered when he praises you, when you let him lead you.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Share you. You're his and only his and he would be damned if he lets somebody else be with you, Remmick is greedy and he knows it.

You're the only good thing keeping him grounded and with a sense of belonging, he's not losing that.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

HE'S A MUNCH you cannot tell me this man doesn't love eating pussy, he said it himself lmao.

He's so goddamn good at it too, all that pent up knowledge inside his head working as he sucks on your pussy, licking and fucking his tongue and fingers. Remmick got you seeing stars.

As for a blowjob? He's not telling you no lmao, he appreciates his baby wanting to please him and will praise you for it, guiding your pretty mouth as he takes a hold of your head, he makes so many lustful sounds that'll make you drip.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

The duality of man, he doesn't care if it's fast or slow, he can go either way really.

Remmick is a little rough though, passionate with the goal of reminded you who you belong to with each thrust, however, it doesn't have to be all fast. He can be slow, making you get lost in the pleasure and roll your eyes back in pure bliss.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

If there's no time then he's gonna suck it up and take what he can, however, Remmicks prefers to take his sweet time with you.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Absolutely yes, Remmick doesn't shy away from a challenge and, even though he had done a lot of things in his life, he's down to try them with you as long as you're in for it as well.

Sure, he might be a little persuasive, but he still wants you to enjoy yourself so he doesn't push too much.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Remmick can last as long as you want him to, he got that vampire stamina going on and he's not stopping after just one round.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

I doubt Remmick had access to any toys, but if he did, he for sure would be down to use them on you. I told you he's a freak.

Remmick takes pleasure in watching you come apart by his hand, he got the power and the decision on how things would go even if he's laid back watching you masturbate with some dildo or whatever.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

HE'S A TEASE, this man got a dirty mouth and does the most nasty things that makes your knees wobbly, but he's gonna make you beg for it.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Remmick is pretty vocal, he wants you to know he's enjoying what you're doing, he moans and grunts and talks you through it all the way till your cumming.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

He loves watching you be stained in blood, it's such a nice view for him.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Slightly bigger than average (that thing hits his stomach when it's hard, go figure), thick and veiny.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

I would say it's fairly high and he's ready to fuck whenever you asked him to, listen, Remmick wants to have a good time with you, away from problems and doubts. The only thought he wants to have is how good you feel

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Does Remmick sleeps at all? He might a little tired if anything, but he's not sleeping anytime soon. He keeps you close, letting you rest your head on his chest as he got an arm tightly wrapped around you, lazily caressing your hip as he kisses your head.

You can talk about sweet nothings, about how things were back in his days and what you guys wanna do now in the present.

It's calming and he loves it.

[tsams-and-co-memes]

Ok

-sighs heavily-

Today was kind of a train wreck, but ngl, I'm not surprised, considering what happened yesterday

Eclipse,, definitely said some things that he shouldn't have. Not to Charlie, who is a litteral child and is still learning. He had every right to be angry and to blow up on her, when you take into account everything that she's done to him (the teeth thing, the baby incident, going into his head without permission (I think? Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong)), but still. There are limits and boundaries, and something that should be off limits to say to a child is that the best thing she did was die. I understand his anger and frustration since this has been building up, but again, he went too far

Charlie, meanwhile,, had no right to suddenly scream at him like she did. It's like she forgot all about the nice things he's done for her (making her last days as a human as comfortable as possible, easing her pain during death, throwing her a birthday party, reuniting her with her dad, etc). He hasn't ALWAYS been mean, he's just under an incredible amount of stress right now. The fate of the world is literally resting on his shoulders, and I don't think she fully comprehends the seriousness and severity of that. I don't expect her to, since. She's only 11, and all, but still

Ruin shouldn't have told her to distract Eclipse, and he shouldn't have blown up at her like he did. He's under an enormous amount of stress and frustration, just like Eclipse is, and trying to sort of indirectly sabotage whatever Eclipse is doing, is just playing dirty. Telling Charlie to distract Eclipse wasn't a good idea either, since Ruin knew how badly Charlie wanted to help, and I'm like 1000% sure that he would've known she'd do it. The only thing he couldn't have known was HOW. Buuuuuuut,, if I'm being totally honest, I don't blame him for exploding at Charlie, either. Again, he's under an enormous amount of stress, and he's desperate to save his Monty, and he's frustrated because nothing seems to be working. Charlie kept offering suggestions, but she essentially kept offering the same idea, even though Ruin explained to her multiple times, in the simplest ways possible, that anything involving her powers wouldn't work. Idk about you, but I think I'd get tired of repeating myself over and over, too

Honestly, considering yesterday, I'm surprised that Eclipse was ok with Roxanne being anywhere near him, but at the same time, she probably just insisted on being there, and he probably didn't care enough to yell at her about it. She.... probably shouldn't be the one to talk to him about today, though. After the bullying yesterday, the best thing I think she could do for him would be to leave him alone and give him space. Solar Flare,, did a good thing by intervening like he did. It's nice that he wants to try talking to Eclipse, and I hope he maintains a middle ground, instead of picking sides, since... if he leans too much into berating Eclipse, that'll just piss off Eclipse even more

TLDR; Everybody sucks and everything is a giant mess. Y’know. Again. Some of it is understandable, but some of it definitely went too far, and they need to learn how to better respect each other. In this extremely crucial time when they should be working together, the worst thing they can do is tear each other down

[slexenskee]

Life update

Hello I am not dead! Thanks and sorry for everyone who's sent messages or comments here, on AO3, and ig - I haven't been able to respond to, life has been chaos lately.

TLDR it's nothing bad, just chaos haha. But idk if/when I'll be updating anything.

So there's a couple things that have made these past few months not bad but stressful lol

I work for myself now, which is awesome, and I make way more money than I ever have before (also awesome) except I now have a super demanding job that's very intense and often leaves me exhausted because I'm now basically running my own business! Which I said I never wanted to do because I wanted to avoid grey hairs, but here we are!

I also moved, and am likely going to be moving again in the upcoming months, which somehow has become the lesser of all problems in the grand scheme of things? I'm not thrilled but at this point in my life I've come to understand the value of paying a lot of money for other people to pack up your stuff and cart it around for you.

I'm also in a relationship, which is funny to list out here because actually through the course of writing MDNSY I've been in several, and while yes they all are time consuming and require a lot of effort that takes me away from writing this one is a little different because -

-last but not least I'm having a baby!! Which is awesome! But also untold and unbelievable amounts of stress 😂 I'm also in my first trimester, so I am basically just walking death right now.

So yeah, I wouldn't call this stuff the AO3 author's curse by any means, but while I had recently somehow managed to balance/ juggle the first 3 long enough to eke out a bit more writing... I was then slammed by the fatigue/nausea/death combo that is the first trimester and idk if I see the light at the end of the tunnel haha. So unfortunately I cannot say if/when I'll be updating anything in the near future, because I just have no idea how I'm going to feel. That's of course to say nothing of the newborn phase, which is rough, to say the least. I'm sure I'll come back to everything eventually because I've been writing fic for the majority of my life through every insane life event that's ever happened to me, but I just can't say for sure when that will be!

Anyway, thanks for sticking with me! 💖 I promise I read and love every comment even if I can't reply at the time!

[roryknightwrites]

Once again thinking about lover boy Ratio and emotionally constipated Aventurine and I want to share my thoughts about their first date that i cooked up in my evil little head, so hear me out:

Ratio asks Aventurine first, formally asks him face to face no text or phone call, and he confirms at least twice that they are, in fact, going on a romantic date- Aventurine laughs and picks on him a little bit saying how cute it is that he's excited, but really, Aventurine isn't expecting it to be a whole thing. He's thinking Ratio will come over, they'll put on some netflix show neither one of them want to watch, and Aventurine will show him a good time. Surly that's all Ratio wants, right?

But then when its time for them to go out, Ratio walks up to his front door (even though Aventurine absolutely lives in a penthouse bro had Aventurine buzz him in so he could properly great him at the door) and he's dressed all nice and he brings him flowers and Aventurine is like " :D....?" like oh wow thank you that's so sweet i....wasn't expecting that..." and Ratio is like "I have everything planned so don't worry about a thing, shall we?" and like holds out his arm all corny to lead Aventurine to the car and Aventurine is still kinda laughing like no way he's seriously taking somebody like me out on an actual date

and then Ratio opens his car door for him and pulls out his chair at the restaurant they go to and he's just such a little gentleman trying to court Aventurine, and the whole time Aventurine is just internally panicking like "what...is he playing at ?? any date i've ever been on has started with the guy snap chatting me to come downstairs or honking his horn until i come outside, and it ended with me getting kicked out of their house when they were done with me, nobody has ever been so gently romantic...and come to think of it...have i ever been on an actual date like this?"

Then Aventurine ofc begs Ratio to let him pay but Ratio is like "no, i asked you on this date so its only fair that i pay" and he pays the bill and then takes Aventurine to do something sweet like walk along the pier or sit and talk at the park and at this point Aventurine is just whipped, he's like "there's no way he's being this nice to me for no reason he must wanna do some FREAKY shit when we get home, that must be why he's buttering me up like this, that makes a lot of sense idk why I didn't think of that in the first place" and when they get back home to Aventurine's apartment, he's ofc convinced himself Ratio was wining and dining him so that he could tap it, and he immediately puts on his peacock persona trying to set the mood, but Ratio doesn't even properly kiss him- he just kisses his hand or his cheek and tells him that he'd love the opportunity to take him out again, and then he leaves.

And Aventurine is just standing there, with the flowers Ratio got him being the only splash of color in his kitchen, staring at the back of the door, hand on his cheek where Ratio just kissed him like "what...just happened?"

[pankesitopank]

req for a ten reaction/headcanon/fic where his lady is a virgin but he didn’t realize because she doesn’t seem shy or anything.

and so he ends up fucking her super rough for the first time because she never told him (she thought he could tell + she just trusts him to do whatever) and then like the aftermath of that?? how would he react, and if you want to write out the smut

cw: rough sex (accidental), virgin!reader, trust kink, unintentional pain, guilt, soft!Ten, emotional smut, healing, worship... idk lmk if i missed something

wc: 3k aprox

note: God, it took me a while to finish this!! I hope it's what you had in mind. I actually ended up liking it a lot! I hope you do too.

☆ First, he thought you were experienced

The way you kissed him wasn’t timid. It was hungry. Hands on his chest, your mouth open and eager, tongue teasing like it knew what it was doing. Ten didn’t second-guess it for a second. You climbed onto his lap like you’d done it a hundred times, straddling him with thighs that squeezed, hips that rolled slow and suggestive against his growing erection.

He groaned into your mouth, his hands sliding beneath your shirt, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts with practiced grace. You moaned—soft but sure—and arched into his palms. Confident. Responsive.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he mumbled, kissing along your jaw. “I’ve been dying to get you under me.”

And you only laughed, breathless and flushed. “Then do it.”

That was it. That’s all it took. You said it like someone who knew. Someone who’d had this before, maybe not with him—but with someone. He didn’t think to ask. You seemed ready. Bold. Unafraid. So Ten pushed you down onto the mattress and peeled off your clothes like they were wrapping paper.

☆ Then, he fucked you like he meant it.

Ten doesn’t do anything halfway. Not in the studio. Not on stage. Definitely not in bed.

So when you welcomed him in with no hesitation—pulling him down between your legs, your thighs spread wide and gaze locked with his—he gave you everything.

Not slow.

Not tentative.

Just pure, blistering want.

He kissed you like he was starving. Bit at your neck until you whimpered. Gripped your hips like he was trying to mold them to his own. His voice was low and raspy, filthy compliments slipping from his lips as he pushed his cock against your entrance, teasing you with the thick head.

“You’re so wet already,” he breathed, brushing the tip through your folds. “You want it rough, don’t you, baby?”

You nodded—honest. Naive, maybe. But you didn’t flinch. You didn’t stop him.

And Ten groaned, “Fuck yes,” before sinking into you in one deep, unforgiving stroke.

He didn’t notice the way your breath hitched—or maybe he did, and mistook it for pleasure. Because when you gasped, he groaned, “God, you’re so fucking tight—shit.” He thought it was a compliment to your pussy, not a red flag.

His hips set a brutal pace from the start. Fast, hard, deep. The kind of fucking meant to leave you shaking for hours. The kind that came with his teeth on your shoulder and his hand pressed flat over your stomach to feel the bulge every time he bottomed out.

“Can’t believe you’re taking me like this,” he growled. “Such a good girl—fuck, I love the way you moan for me.”

You moaned because you had to. Because it was too much and not enough, overwhelming and raw, and you didn’t want him to stop because despite everything, you wanted this. Even as your body cried out, your mind was quiet. Safe.

You trusted him to break you. Even if it hurt.

☆ And you didn’t stop him.

Even when your eyes blurred.

Even when your throat tightened.

Even when the stretch burned more than it pleased.

You didn’t stop him.

Because it was Ten.

Because you wanted him.

Because the way he touched you—kissed you—looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered… it made you feel safe enough to let go. To surrender.

And more than that? You just… didn’t think you had to say it. You assumed he could tell. Surely a man like Ten—someone so worldly, so sexually attuned, so in sync—he had to know, right?

He had to notice how tightly your walls clung to him.

How your breath stuttered every time his hips slammed into yours.

How your nails left crescent moons in his back because it was so much, too much, too soon—but you didn’t want him to stop.

It felt like being cracked open and rearranged.

Not just physically—but emotionally, spiritually. The kind of thing you can only give someone once, and you were giving it to him. Silently. Trustingly. Letting him claim you in a way no one else ever had.

You didn’t say “slow down.”

You didn’t say “it’s my first time.”

You just held him tighter. Opened your legs wider. Whimpered when it got too intense—and kissed him even harder to keep him close.

And he kept going. Because to him, it wasn’t pain—it was passion. Your tears were overwhelmed bliss. Your trembling thighs? Just part of the high.

You trusted him to handle you however he wanted.

And he trusted you to tell him if he went too far.

Neither of you realized you were both wrong.

☆ Afterwards, he saw it.

It hit him all at once. Like cold water down his spine.

He was still panting, still basking in the post-orgasm haze, the sweat cooling on his skin and his arms cradling your trembling frame when he shifted to pull out—and then he saw it.

Red.

A smear on the inside of your thigh. A little streak where your bodies had been pressed together. Tiny speckles on the bedsheets below your hips.

Ten froze.

He blinked, thinking maybe it was just friction. Maybe his nails had scratched you. Maybe—

But you looked so calm. So soft, boneless in his arms, blinking up at him like he’d given you the world.

And that made it worse.

“Wait…” he murmured, voice a dry crackle in his throat. “Baby—are you okay?”

You smiled lazily, almost shy. “Mmhm… just a little sore.”

His chest tightened.

“A little sore?” he echoed. “What do you mean—? Did I hurt you?”

You hesitated.

Then—gently, like it was nothing—you said, “It was my first time.”

Everything stopped.

Ten sat back like you’d just slapped him. Eyes wide. Mouth parted, stunned. “Your what?”

“My first time,” you repeated, a bit slower. “I thought… I mean, you didn’t ask. I figured you knew. I wanted it like that.”

Like it was no big deal. Like giving him your virginity was just something you gave. So easily. So trustingly. No fear. No conditions.

And Ten’s heart shattered.

“Baby…” he whispered, almost sick with guilt. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You touched his arm, trying to soothe. “Because I trust you. And I wanted you to have me the way you wanted.”

And that? That undid him.

You hadn’t said anything because you trusted him to take care of you. To know. To see you. And instead, he’d fucked you like he was chasing a high—not making love to someone who’d never been touched like that before.

And now, all he could think was: She trusted me something special … and I didn’t treat it like it mattered.

☆ He felt like the floor dropped out from under him.

“Your first time?” His voice was quieter now, barely above a whisper—but laced with disbelief, and guilt, and something far too raw to name. His eyes swept over your body, all flushed and marked and open beneath him. The red blooming on the sheets. The slight tremble in your thighs. The little wince you gave when you shifted.

Ten’s breath caught in his throat.

He’d done this to you.

And he didn’t even know.

He brought a shaking hand to your cheek, cupping it gently—too gently now, like you might shatter. “I thought—fuck. You didn’t seem nervous. You were so confident. I didn’t even think…”

You smiled again, soft and sleepy. Still trusting. Still safe. “I wasn’t scared,” you said. “Not with you.”

And that wrecked him.

He didn’t even realize how tightly he was holding your hand until you squeezed back, trying to ground him. “I wanted you,” you added, voice laced with honesty. “Even if it hurt. It was you.”

But Ten shook his head. “No, baby. That’s not how it should’ve happened.” His thumb traced your cheek. “Your first time should’ve been slow. Gentle. Something you remember like a dream, not a storm.”

You blinked at him, surprised by how emotional he sounded. It wasn’t just regret. It was ache. Like he’d been given something priceless and only now realized he’d broken it in his hands.

“You deserved to be worshipped,” he said, kissing your knuckles. “Not wrecked.”

And you whispered, “You did worship me.” But Ten wasn’t convinced.

He was already spiraling. Already cataloging every rough thrust, every bruising grip, every filthy word he whispered in your ear like you weren’t someone’s first. He thought about how you moaned and arched and gasped—and how he hadn’t once stopped to wonder if that was pleasure or pain. He just assumed you were used to this. That someone like you, so bold and stunning and confident, couldn’t possibly be untouched.

But you had been.

And now he’d touched you in every way wrong for a first time.

☆ He took care of you like you were glass.

Ten couldn’t undo it.

Couldn’t rewind time and give you softness before the stretch, kisses before the ache, words of devotion before the sharp slide of his cock into a body that had never known it.

But he could do this.

He could hold you closer.

He could wipe your thighs clean with trembling hands and whisper “I’m so sorry, baby” again and again against your skin, even when you swore it was okay. He could press his forehead to your hip and breathe deep until his own tears stopped threatening to fall.

“Let me make it better,” he said. “Please. Just… let me take care of you.”

And you nodded—because of course you did. Because you trusted him. Even after everything.

So he wrapped you in his shirt and held you against his chest like a heartbeat. He kissed your temple and your shoulders, whispered praises into your hair like a prayer: “You’re perfect.” “So brave.” “So fucking beautiful.” “I’m going to do this right.”

He ran a warm bath. Not too hot. He tested it three times.

He carried you there, cradled like something sacred.

He sat you between his legs, chest to your back, and washed your skin with the slowest, softest touch.

“You should’ve told me,” he whispered against the shell of your ear. “I would’ve treated you like gold.”

“You still did,” you whispered back.

But Ten wasn’t convinced. Not until you sighed and leaned into him. Not until he saw your eyes flutter shut in comfort, not pain.

He dried you with a towel that smelled like him.

He lay you back on clean sheets and pulled the covers to your chin.

He kissed your fingertips. Your knees. The inside of your wrist.

And then—voice low, but steadier now—he asked, “Can I… show you how it should’ve been?”

You blinked. “Now?”

He nodded slowly. “Not to fix it. Just… to give you the real first time. The one you should’ve had. With kisses and slowness and me telling you how fucking lucky I am to be the one you chose.”

Your throat tightened. “Okay,” you said softly. “Yes. Please.”

☆ Then he made love to you—like a first time should be.

No rushing.

No roughness.

Just Ten, moving like every part of him was designed to honor every part of you.

He started with a kiss—slow, tender, the kind that made your toes curl and your heart ache. His hands didn’t roam. Not yet. They stayed on your face, cradling your jaw like something precious, like he was memorizing your shape with just his palms and mouth.

“I’m going to take my time,” he whispered, lips brushing yours. “You tell me if you need anything. You lead. I follow. Yeah?”

You nodded. You were already breathless—and he hadn’t even touched you properly yet.

But oh, he would.

Ten’s mouth moved down your neck in soft, lingering passes. Gentle sucks, warm licks—nothing rushed. Nothing demanding. He kissed your collarbones like they held secrets. Your breasts like he was grateful they were bared for him. His tongue circled your nipples, slow and reverent, while his hand cupped the weight of you with care, like you were made of silk.

He took his time between your thighs, too.

Not just spreading them, but admiring them—his thumbs stroking your skin, his eyes worshipful.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, voice warm and low. “You’re unreal.”

And then his mouth was there, licking gently through your folds.

Not fast. Not messy. Just… focused. Precise. Loving.

He tasted you like you were art. Like you were the first thing he’d ever wanted, and now that he had you, he’d never waste a second of it.

When he slipped one finger inside, it was slow. Careful. Watching your face the whole time.

“You okay, baby?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “It’s so good…”

And he smiled against your skin.

He added another—still gentle, still patient—and worked you open in slow waves, curling and stretching and kissing your clit in tender pulses until you were clinging to him, moaning softly, trembling for all the right reasons this time.

By the time he moved back up, your body was already floating. Lit from the inside. Warm and weightless and ready.

“I’ll go slow,” he said again, kissing your forehead. “I’ll take care of you this time.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist.

“You always do.”

☆ His body slid into yours like a vow.

No thrusting.

No rough grip.

No dirty words.

Just a slow, aching press of hips to hips—his cock nudging into you with a deliberate gentleness, like he was asking your body for permission even now. His forehead rested on yours. His breath shook. His eyes didn’t leave your face, not even for a second.

And you felt it.

All of it.

The stretch, yes—but sweet now, fuller than before, softer. Your muscles had already been tender from before, but now he was giving you time. Letting your body unfold around him inch by inch. Letting you gasp. Letting your hands clutch his back. Letting you feel how deeply he filled you—and how much care he carried in every second.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispered, brushing your hair from your face. “You feel so fucking perfect.”

Your eyes fluttered. “So do you…”

He sank deeper—slow, smooth, and reverent.

You gasped and tightened your legs around him, drawing him close, anchoring him inside.

And he just held you there.

Deep. Still. Chest to chest, heart to heart.

“You okay?” he murmured, kissing your cheek, then your temple, then your eyelids. “You want me to move, baby?”

“Please,” you whispered. “Just don’t stop touching me.”

He smiled. “Never.”

And then he moved.

So slow.

Like ocean waves.

Like worship.

Each roll of his hips came with a kiss. A praise. A whisper of your name like it was sacred.

“You’re mine.”

“You’re perfect.”

“You were made for me.”

It didn’t feel like sex.

It felt like healing. Like a rewrite. Like he was kissing every place he’d been too rough before—and making it right now, one loving thrust at a time.

He didn’t fuck you. He loved you.

And it was more overwhelming than anything rough could ever be.

☆ And when you came, it wasn’t from pressure—it was from love.

It started in your chest.

A warmth that spread slowly—like a tide coming in.

No sharp drop. No sudden grip. Just… fullness.

Emotion swelling inside you like your body was made to hold him. Like you were finally, finally being given what you deserved.

Ten’s lips were on your throat, his hand holding yours tight, his voice a soft stream of praise against your skin.

“So good, baby. You’re taking me so well.”

“You’re perfect like this—so soft around me, so mine.”

“You feel that? How deep I am? That’s how much I love you.”

And then—

That slow, heavy pressure in your belly crested.

Your thighs trembled.

Your nails sank into his shoulders.

And the orgasm bloomed.

It wasn’t sharp—it was deep.

A slow-motion rush, like falling into something warm and endless. Your walls fluttered around him, clenching and milking him in gentle waves, and Ten felt it—his breath catching, his hips pausing, his hand flying to cradle your face as you moaned out his name like a song you’d waited your whole life to sing.

“That’s it,” he gasped. “That’s it. Let go for me.”

And then he was coming too.

Not with a growl this time. Not with a brutal thrust.

But with a whimper.

His face buried in your neck. His hands gripping your sides like he couldn’t believe you were real. His whole body tensing as he spilled inside you in slow, rhythmic pulses—still moving, still careful, still kissing your skin through it.

“God,” he whispered. “God, I love you.”

☆ The afterglow was soft, sacred.

He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried inside you, hips flush, arms tight around you. One hand stroking your spine. The other brushing your hair back from your damp forehead.

You were dazed. Drowsy. Drifting on the high.

And he looked at you like you were everything.

“You okay?” he asked gently.

You nodded, cheeks flushed, smiling dreamily. “Better than okay.”

His eyes glistened. He kissed your knuckles. “You sure?”

You tugged him close, nuzzling into his chest. “I’ve never felt so… loved.”

Ten exhaled shakily, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’ll never stop making it up to you,” he promised. “You trusted me, and I’ll spend the rest of our time showing you how much that means.”

You smiled. “Then start by staying here. Don’t move. Just hold me.”

He tightened his grip. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And he meant it.

Because this time, he didn’t just take your body.

He held your heart.

And he’d never let it fall again

[cheol-e-kat]

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐩𝐭. 𝟒

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (for the first 3 parts - otherwise, you'll be lost)

pairing: choi seungcheol/ f!reader 

summary: seungcheol and y/n didn't meet in a traditional way, and they aren't a traditional couple, but they have an intense connection that only grows when y/n realizes she's pregnant.

word count:  4.2k -- fic in progress

genre: smut, neighbors au, seasons of the year au, age gap, older!cheol, college/grad student!reader, pregnancy au

rating: 18+, mdni, explicit

a/n: still thanks to @scoupshawty because you read this as i was writing and idk kept me from probs deleting everything tbh

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝒌𝒂𝒕

master list & tag list

warnings (for this part): explicit language, mentions of pregnancy

winter / holidays

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 - her ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

She was sitting in her bathroom, waiting for the timer to go off. She glanced at the pregnancy test - it was sticking out of a small mug with a flower print she couldn’t stand - she found it when she rifled through her cupboards and decided it was perfect for the occasion. 

She stared, wondering how it had gotten to this point, even - pissing in a mug she hated wasn’t high on her list of priorities in life.

She had just gone to the pharmacy to grab an energy drink, but when she walked through the aisle with pregnancy tests, she had stopped in her tracks, realization washing over her in a massive wave. 

Her shitty mood; her tiredness; the thought that maybe eating dirt was a good idea. 

It all hit her like a wrecking ball. 

So she had bought every test. 

She sighed, knowing she had no idea what Seungcheol would think. Maybe he would be happy, she tried telling herself. Or maybe he would wonder about her birth control - she took it religiously, though. 

She tried to breathe deeply through her nose to calm down. 

It wasn’t just a fling, she reassured herself. 

At least for her, it definitely wasn’t a fling. She could feel tears coming on.

It didn’t help that her mood had been off or that her finals had been stressful. Of course, she hadn’t considered anything other than normal end-of-semester stress. 

Not to mention the added pressure of her Mother calling to remind her for the fifty thousandth time that she needed to ‘watch her figure’ if she wanted to wear the red dress she liked so much to their holiday party this year. 

Tears sprang to the edges of her eyes. She just wanted to know what the test result was and for Seungcheol to be out of whatever meeting he was in so that he would text her again. 

Or maybe he would never text her again, she thought. She kept glancing at her phone, poking it to life to see nothing but her timer. 

Blinking quickly, she wished she could just go back to the summer when everything had felt easy. When her parents were away, and in their normal state of ignoring her existence. When it was just her with her silly fantasies that somehow became reality. 

Just her and Seungcheol and the endless warmth of summer.

Tears flowed easily now. Because, really, even being with Seungcheol was still unreal to her. The fact that he turned up almost every weekend just to be with her - she sometimes couldn’t believe it, but then he would appear and hug her and kiss her like she was the most precious thing to him. 

He was too good to be real. Or at least too good for her.

She exhaled heavily. She had been drifting along before she met him, going through all the motions of life, and then she had met him and entered this bubble of safety and happiness that she never expected and never wanted to leave. 

Glancing at the pregnancy test, she considered again that maybe he would be happy, and she wouldn’t have to leave their bubble. 

Or he could completely hate the idea and say all the things she sometimes worried he would. The things that popped into her mind when she was stressed and couldn’t sleep - that she was delusional if she thought he had feelings for her.

Or maybe he would begrudgingly accept it in some half-hearted way and end up resenting her for ruining his life. 

She laughed and wiped her eyes - she really was in a ghastly mood. It had been that way for several weeks. Her mood was shit - she was tired for no obvious reason, and she could swear her sense of smell was off the charts at this point. 

She had almost gagged when the guy next to her in her stats class had opened his coffee cup that morning - the sweetness of it had blasted her in the face, and she was fairly certain that the milk he used was beyond its shelf life. The memory alone made her want to heave. 

But Seungcheol would be there in a few days, to stay the night, and then she would go home with him for her holiday break. 

She was still in awe that her fairly unhinged approach to everything that summer had worked in her favor. But then again, she hadn’t expected to meet someone like him either. 

Someone who would bring her iron tablets because she mentioned not knowing why she was tired. Someone who would spend a long weekend lying in bed with her, watching movies, and making out for no reason other than they both wanted to. And the very thought of how sweet and kind he was made her tears flow even faster. 

Her timer suddenly sprang to life. She jumped up and checked the test - the fourth test she had taken - just to compare to the other three. 

They all said the same thing - ‘positive.’

She had no idea how to even go about telling him.

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⋆⁺₊❅⋆ the week of her parents’ holiday party - him⋆⁺₊❅⋆

Seungcheol had spent the last few days ogling baby stroller reviews. He attempted to do this surreptitiously because y/n had started rubbing his stomach jokingly every time he touched hers. He worried that he was too excited. 

He had already asked if he could go with her when she visited her gynecologist for her ‘official’ test, as she put it. And he added the date almost immediately to his calendar when she said he could. She had smiled and shaken her head - it made him feel like a small kid who was being placated.

He found himself wandering into the kitchen though to find her making something else in what seemed like mass quantities. The kitchen could genuinely pass for a bake shop at this point. 

He hadn’t asked why she was baking so intently. 

He had already encountered her anxiety baking when he visited while she revised for finals. It was better to just accept that it was happening and enjoy eating than to ask her to verbalize her feelings. 

Instead, he walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. 

She focused on what she was doing, not looking back at him. “Hi,” she murmured. 

He kissed the back of her neck in greeting and leaned on her shoulder. He slid his hands under the sweatshirt she was wearing, loving how warm her skin was, and watched quietly as she added things to the mixer and increased the speed of it. 

After a few moments, she shifted. “Will you taste this?” She asked as she carefully scraped the sides of the mixing bowl, avoiding the whisk.

He nodded before he could even think to ask what ‘this’ was. She stopped the mixer and dipped a spoon into it, and turned back to him. It looked slightly yellow and very glossy, like icing, but not. 

It was sweet and tart and melted quickly in his mouth. 

“Good?”

He nodded. “Definitely lemon-y,” he offered.

“Like too lemon-y?” She asked immediately. 

“No,” he clarified, “like really good and not too sweet, balanced, maybe?” he tried to be specific. But he sometimes wondered if she wanted feedback like what judges from baking shows gave or something. 

She nodded, happy with his comment apparently. He had no idea besides the fact that it was lemon-y and really, really good. He could easily gain weight with her around.

He knew when she turned the mixer off that he should probably move and find an empty spot to retreat to. But he didn’t. He pulled her back gently, wanting her close - he felt like he had barely seen her that day. 

She didn’t seem to mind and leaned back against him, her fingers brushing his jaw as he kissed her. 

He pulled away slowly, enjoying the feeling of their lips gently parting. 

She gazed up at him, her fingers tracing lightly against his neck. “Are you going to ask what’s wrong?” 

He blinked slowly and shook his head. “No, but maybe while these do whatever they do,” he glanced at the bowl and the baking tray nearby, “maybe you’ll log in and play a ranked level with me?” 

She smiled. “Yeah, I can probably do that,” she said with a nod.

He hummed. “And maybe, eventually, you’ll tell me what’s bothering you,” he said gently.

She sighed quietly and glanced back at the stand mixer. He could guess that she was thinking about timings now. 

She exhaled sharply. “If you hang out, I can try to tell you, but that’s part of it - I don’t know how to say it exactly.” 

He stared at the floor. “You could just say it,” he suggested.

She shook her head. “No, because it’s like a branching thing - if you say ‘no’ about one thing, then it closes off part of it…” she trailed off, her voice full of uncertainty.

He felt a slight chill at the thought of something between them being closed off. He understood exactly what she meant as far as a decision tree situation, but it only made him feel nervous. He swallowed thickly, but it was better if he knew what she was thinking - at least he hoped it was better.

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She nudged him gently. “Go sit and let me stare at what I’m doing, and maybe I can explain without it being a total mess.”

He went to the other side of the island and sat in one of the chairs that he kind of hated. It was impossible to sit comfortably. He shifted around for like four whole minutes and glanced up to see her watching him with a grin.

“You okay over there?” She asked, her head tilted a bit in amusement.

He rolled his eyes. “I hate these chairs.”

She nodded. “You do know you can change that, right?”

“Well, this is basically your domain at this point, maybe you should change them,” he quipped.

“Oh, this is my area?” she asked with a raised brow.

“Yeah,” he said incredulously, his voice a bit pointed, “it’s not like I was using it before you…” he trailed off. 

He tried to regroup in his mind, but his mouth was faster, “I mean, before I met you, it was totally pointless for me to even have a kitchen - it could have been a mini fridge and a microwave - I wouldn’t have known the difference.” 

He sighed heavily - he could feel how red his face was. He rubbed his neck, feeling oddly vulnerable. 

He glanced at her to find her already piping out little circles of the stuff he had tried. 

“Is it weird that I’m here? Like taking up space?” She asked.

He watched her for a moment, thinking of the year before when his kitchen was completely bare. He shivered slightly. “Why would it be?”

She shrugged. “It’s just one of the things I think about. Maybe I’m - I don’t know - here too much?”

He tried not to read anything into her voice or the weird, far-away quality it had taken on. “No, you’re not - I’m glad you’re here.” He mumbled. 

She was right that maybe it was easier to be honest if they weren’t staring at one another. 

“Okay, so that’s one thing down,” she said with a quick glance at him before returning to her circles. 

He watched the steady way she worked.

“But, I guess, like my parents - it’s not like I’ve told you about them, mainly because I just want you to decide how you feel about them for yourself, but also,” she sighed and stood and gestured to her stomach, “I don’t even know that I want them like involved, I guess,” she was already looking back at the baking tray in front of her, “and then I guess I wonder are we serious? Would we be serious if I hadn’t told you about - like if you were anyone else, I don’t even know that I would have told you, actually…” her voice died away. 

He wasn’t expecting that. He didn’t immediately grasp it. “If I were”—

She sighed. “If you weren’t you, I don’t know that I would have said anything.”

He nodded, thinking about what that meant. 

“But you are you,” she glanced up at him, “and I think we’re serious? Like outside of just what’s happening inside my womb, I guess,” she said, sounding increasingly stressed.

He knew she was asking. She was genuinely asking him if they were serious or not. He took a deep breath, trying to think of how they weren’t serious. 

He was quiet, wondering what or when he had done something that would telegraph to her in any way that he was anything other than serious about her. His mind was already running away from him, picking apart almost every interaction. 

He tried to steady himself. 

“You said it was like a decision tree - like what’s the starting question?” It was the only way he could think of doing this without being an emotional wreck. 

She grinned, and he tried not to look too closely at the fact that she seemed on the verge of crying. “Um, I guess, everything else aside, are we - is this a serious relationship for you?” She glanced up at him then. 

He nodded. “Yes, even before you told me about,” he fumbled, trying not to gesture at her stomach and definitely not wanting to use the word ‘womb.’

“It’s like so small - maybe we can just name it ‘olive’ for the purposes of this?”

He scoffed. “Olive?”

She groaned. “I don’t know,” she whined, “you name it and I’ll sort out the chairs you hate.”

He grinned. “Okay, okay - even prior to being aware of ‘Olive’, yes - I’m serious about you, us...” His voice trailed off. 

She was still piping away. “Okay, I mean, same - I think about you way too much. It’s almost a problem.”

He watched her start on the second tray of circles, and he smiled, happy to know she was serious because it wasn’t like he hadn’t worried, too. 

He bit his lip gently. “You have to know I think about - worry about - the same kinds of things, right?”

She shook her head. “No, we - neither of us really say those things.”

She was right, of course. “Fair. But even the first weekend I visited you, I felt,” he laughed, “no, it was sooner, way before that - I kept waiting for you to say it was just some summer thing.”

She looked up at him then - her brows furrowed. She looked surprised and confused. Emotions he hadn’t expected. 

“Oh.” 

He hadn’t expected ‘oh.’ He swallowed. “Even before you came back for the holidays, I kept thinking you would change plans or something.”

She shook her head then. “No, Seungcheol, that hadn’t crossed my mind.”

He flushed, wanting to change the subject. Or move on at least. “So, what’s the next question if we’re both serious?” he asked, still feeling unmoored.

“Um, it’s not exactly a question - I - how do I say this?” She paused, adding more batter to the piping bag she had. He wondered how many little things she was making. 

She sighed. “My parents, I don’t care about you meeting them - I know to most people, if you’re serious about a relationship, it’s this big step, but,” she paused again.

“Do you not want me to?” He couldn’t help but ask.

She rolled her eyes. “See, that would imply that you somehow aren’t good enough, when it’s the opposite - I don’t think they should get to meet you - they’re,” she shook her head, “my Grandmother, though, I want you to meet her. I sort of started hinting to her a few months ago about you and just things.”

He nodded, comprehending in a way since he had maybe mentioned her to his Mom in passing, more than once, even, like several times. His Mom knew he was seeing someone and that he really, really liked her.

“So are you stress baking because you don’t want to go to their party?”

She shrugged. “Kind of - maybe?” 

She sighed. “We should go, though - you should get the full experience of Jan and Greg.” She shook her head. 

“I just wasn’t sure how to tell you that I can’t stand them, and I hate that fucking party so much - because there’s nothing like being hit on by your dad’s golf friends for three years running.” She practically spat the last little detail.

He stared at the counter for a moment, trying to imagine having a daughter and not killing one of his friends if they ever made a pass at her. No, he decided, he would definitely have to kill them. But then again, when he glanced at her, he kind of imagined that she would be helping him figure out the right place to bury a body in the backyard. 

“Then, if we go, no mention of Olive?” He was actually starting to like that there was a name, rather than either of them referring to him or her as ‘it.’

She nodded. “Yes, definitely no Olive mentions.”

He leaned on his hand, still watching her. “Olive is actually kind of a cute name.”

She smiled. “Olive, Olivia, Oliver…you know, boy version.”

He pouted for a moment, thinking. “Olivia is cute,” he decided, watching her finish off the tray in front of her.

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It was raining. Fat drops streaked down the windows as he got dressed for her parents’ party. He picked a gray suit, a black shirt underneath, and no tie. 

He couldn’t decide if he should be nervous or depressed for the evening ahead. Something about it bothered him deeply, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He thought of her in the summer - the way it almost seemed like she was in a dollhouse, playing a part. 

He fixed his cufflinks, wondering if she could really be happy living next door to her parents’. Not that he had exactly asked. 

Still. 

He felt her arms slide around his waist. “So handsome,” she whispered, looking at him in the mirror. He flushed, shaking his head lightly.

She kissed his cheek. “Gorgeous,” she murmured just below his ear as she pulled away.

He watched her walk through to her side of the closet. He stood for a moment, still lost in thought. “Will you move in with me?” He asked.

She leaned out, looking at him from behind the wall that separated the his-and-hers’ closets. “Like, officially?”

He nodded. “Yeah, like officially,” he mimicked with a smile.

She watched him for a moment. “You have seen all my shit at my apartment right?”

He shrugged. “That’s kind of what moving in together is, right?”

He walked around the corner. “Are you keeping the lease?” He hadn’t thought about the details.

She shook her head. “No, I mean I’m finished in May, and then the program I start in the Fall is in the city - I needed to start looking for a place.”

He watched her dabbing lotion into her skin, the way her fingers moved, the slight pout of her lips. “So maybe here? If you want,” he added. 

She glanced at him in the mirror, a soft smile forming on her lips. “We still kind of need to talk, don’t we?”

He flushed and nodded. “Probably,” he sighed, “I just don’t want to assume anything, or push you towards something.”

She turned back to look at him. “Or maybe we just do what feels right for us?” she asked.

“What feels right for you?”

She glanced back at the vanity mirror. “Being with you,” she answered simply.

He bit his lip lightly, nodding. “I’m glad,” he said softly. Because I love you, he added mentally. He hated the idea of being away from her again when her break was over. 

Especially when he thought about their little growing olive, soon to be cherry-sized. He’d saved the chart with embryo sizes compared to fruits and vegetables. At least he could visualize the size now. 

He barely noticed that she had gotten dressed until she touched him. 

She kissed him lightly. “What are you thinking about?” She asked as she pulled away.

He shrugged. “How much I’ll miss you.” He pouted.

She hugged him. “Aw, poor Cheol,” she whispered, cupping his cheek, “I’m not that far away.”

“I know.” He hugged her closer, knowing he sounded whiny. “I know it will be fine, too, I’m just realizing that you have to go back.”

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He followed her down the driveway and next door. She had let him pick the dress she was wearing. It was a deep shade of green with a higher neckline, and a hem that ended just above her knees. She had added black tights that seemed to blend in with her black heels, and heavy gold earrings. Her hair was pulled back into a loose bun, maybe? He didn’t know what to call it exactly. 

He loved how she looked, though. 

They hadn’t talked anymore about her parents. He didn’t feel as nervous as he had expected, though. He knew she didn’t want to stay long - ‘two drinks’ was her limit for how long they stayed. Water for her, obviously. But time for the caterers and waiters to make their way around a few times. And then they could leave.

That was her plan, at least.

When they walked through the door, though, he was surprised that the first thing her mother said was, “I thought you were finally going to wear the red?” when she saw y/n’s green dress.

He watched y/n and her mom hug like they barely knew one another. Y/n smiled. “I let Seungcheol pick,” she explained.

Her mom stared blankly for a moment and then seemed to notice him and realize ‘Seungcheol’ was maybe his name. “Oh, right,” she nodded, “Grandma did say you were seeing someone.”

He could barely process that sentence before she had turned to him. 

“I’m Jan, we’re so happy you could be here.” She gave him a blinding smile and shook his hand like they had never met before. “It’s so good to know y/n actually has friends - we always worry, she’s such a wallflower.”

He was overwhelmed, but he knew he had said something like ‘thanks.’ And then she was elbowing her husband, “And this is Greg - Greg, say ‘hi’ to y/n’s friend.”

Greg seemed busy talking to someone else. 

Which was fine. 

Seungcheol was trying to recover from hearing himself referred to simply as ‘y/n’s friend.’

He had the perverse urge to announce that he and y/n were fucking too. But he wasn’t sure if that would even get him beyond the label of ‘friend.’ 

It ranked as a horrible moment. And somehow it was over in a flash. The only thing he could compare it to was going through airport security: he had anxiety leading up to it - they wanted to ask him some perfunctory questions, scan him, and then send him along. 

But it wasn’t just him - it was her too. Because as they stepped away, he could hear her mom saying virtually the same thing to every guest. The only difference had been her commenting on what dress y/n was wearing and pointing out that she was apparently a loner. 

He stared blankly at y/n for a moment when they had moved farther into the house. 

She just smiled. “Told you - it’s an experience.”

He couldn’t help himself. “‘Grandma told me’ - seriously?” He asked in a whisper, still stunned by it.

She shrugged. “I don’t bother telling her anything important - I’m surprised my Grandma did, actually.” 

He glanced around - it wasn’t like he knew anyone. “Could we just move?” He asked.

She coughed. “Like to another room?” 

He shook his head. “No, like houses. What if we moved? Still this neighborhood because we both like it, but we cannot live next to them.”

She was quiet for a moment. “You’re serious?” She asked, staring at him like he was a puzzle she had just worked out.

He nodded. “How do you - how do we live next to them? They would meet Olive like 30 fucking times before they realized they’re even grandparents, and it would be infuriating every. single. time,” he rolled his eyes, “I would want to kill them both,” he added for emphasis. 

He was surprised that she suddenly leaned in to kiss him then. Not just a peck either. She slid her arm around his neck, kissing him slowly, sweetly. 

“I love you,” she whispered as they parted, her fingers just catching in the collar of his shirt. She nodded. “I don’t know why I keep waiting to say that, but I really do,” she added, smiling warmly.

He swallowed, wishing he had mentioned killing her parents sooner. “I love you, too,” he leaned down, returning her kiss.

They left out the back before they even finished one drink and went to grab a late supper.  

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𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔

a/n: this whole part worried me so much because for where they started, this really is all about them communicating more with one another than anything else, which isn't easy to write - so thanks for being patient, hope you like it

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[antlerqueensab]

nsfw travis headcanons?

oughhh i was planning on doing one of these

so first off, i think it takes a while for him to hype himself up for anything other than kissing. like, the first time he groped you, he immediately pulled back and apologized. which, obviously, you encouraged him to do whatever he felt like was right, so he tried it again after a few seconds, and he could not stop doing it for weeks after that

definitely looks to you for reassurance and - though he'd never admit this - he listens to whatever you say and just needs you to guide him through whatever you're doing. so, he'll try and act all confident and sure of what he's doing, but the second you say to do it a different way, he's mumbling an apology and fixing it immediately

pre-crash, travis is definitely all for praise and encouragement. since he's sort of still in that loser/insecure about his experience phase, when you tell him he's doing the right thing and making you feel good, he's instantly red in the face and nodding along to your words. (also, definitely cried after the first time you two had sex)

i also think he'd be really into giving/getting hickeys. he thinks it's an easier way of showing affection than telling you outright - he also doesn't want to fuck up what you have by sounding too possessive. so, he chooses to focus on how you started giving him hickeys and copied what you did. and once he learned the right way to do it, he cannot fucking stop. travis genuinely can't help himself and will leave them anywhere and everywhere.

in the wilderness, he starts learning more of what he likes and gets more confident and secure with your relationship. he'll start convincing you to go on hikes with him just so he can fuck you against a random tree. there'd been a few times he woke you up and you both snuck out of the cabin to go down to the lake just to get a quiet moment away from everyone.

around a year into the wilderness, he's confident and knows exactly what you like. he makes it a point to tease you so much, grabbing onto your hips when you both are with the other girls, walking past you and purposefully touching some part of you, making sure to fix things where you can see him (he's not fucking blind, he can tell how much you love his arms and how strong he'd gotten), whispering things to you. then, when you get alone, he's teasing you even more while laying you down on the makeshift bed, making sure you keep quiet for him so the other girls don't hear.

he prefers giving instead of receiving when it comes to head. really, it started out with him trying to rush through his turn when it happened because it seemed too complicated and hard to figure out the right way to do it. but once he did it a few more times and kept his eyes on you the entire time, he got perfect somehow.

now, he'll get you alone, make sure you're steady before tugging down whatever pants you're wearing and pushing his head as far between your thighs as he can. he's messy with it too, kissing and licking so sloppy and just doing everything he knows will get you to finish. when he doesn't use his fingers, which he doesn't like to unless you ask, his hands are either holding your legs apart or keeping your hips pinned down while he makes sure his nose bumps against your clit. occasionally, he'd throw an arm over your lower stomach to keep you down while his hand either held yours or pawed at your chest.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 lowk might make another one thats more brief and scattered but idk 😭

[chaifootsteps]

Viv liking tweets that 'Stolas likes the attention from Vassago he never got from Blitz' is just wild to me.

besides her potentially spoiling the story, again, it's so telling of Stolas' character

once again he doesn't actually love someone, just what they can do for him

but more to the point - what more does he want out of Blitz at this point?? Blitz has been literally bathing and babying him, letting him crash in his apartment, making him breakfast, hunting him down other food when he turns up his nose at the effort, stealing him a new wardrobe, giving him a job, cheerleading him when he messes up the job (and potentially his business) immediately, cuddling up with him on the couch, dancing with him, consoling him, etc.

All of that was over the course of two episodes and if he's realised Blitz is pretty bad with intimacy due to having so many exes at this point then he should know how big of a deal it is. (though knowing Stolas he didn't think anything more about it beyond 'this totally puts me in the right because Blitz is a bad person, why do I even like him')

what more attention could Stolas possibly want at this point?

the only thing I can even think Viv means is Blitz hasn't told Stolas he loved him. but it's not up to Stolas when Blitz says that, and Stolas sure hasn't said it to him (he's called him an idiot and a whole host of other things, but all he's said is he cares and has feelings, which isn't super specific). idk if there's a name for manipulating/guilting someone into saying the L word when they aren't ready, but Blitz shouldn't have to do it just to keep Stolas

it honestly looks like Viv thinks that nothing less than lovey dovey fawning affection is good enough for Stolas. and Stolas basically had that in Sinsmas - Blitz was hugging and cuddling with him, not trying to make out!

Stolas is just such a wildly selfish and self-centred character at this point and I don't think Viv realizes it. she acts like it's totally reasonable for Stolas to get exactly what he's supposedly wanted from Blitz all this time and then immediately decide that it's not good enough for him while simultaneously developing no empathy for Blitz living in poverty all this time while he's a financial burden on him

honestly all I want at this point is for him to end up alone so he can't guilt and be a drain on anyone else

Couldn't have said it better. After all of this hemming and hawing about how bad Blitzo is and what an inattentive partner, and suddenly he's everything Stolas has ever wanted and more. He's affectionate and giving to the point of being Stolas's live-in butler, literally Stolas's dream boyfriend, and it's still not enough because he didn't do it five minutes ago when Stolas decided he wanted it.

It's so selfish and stupid and cruel that it's hard to watch, and knowing Viv, almost certainly going to get worse.

[narcjsistx]

THE HOLY TRINITY OF WRITERS OF THE BLUE LOCK FANDOM?? i had this question in my mind for a while and honestly idk the answer.....

this question made me think for a few minutes and i came to the conclusion that making a personal ranking is the only option, because if i had to make an objective ranking i would probably forget someone... but all writers are super super super good, none excluded! <3

let's get started!! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

@m1ckeyb3rry and starting like this i don't even think i need to give explanations... you know what i mean. i think if you're in the blue lock tumblr fandom you must have seen or read something she posted, and if that thing isn't "seabird", i suggest you fix that. genuinely my all time favorite one shot of the entire fandom, i think about it daily AND I'M NOT JOKING. i haven't had many opportunities to talk to her but she seems like a really really really good person

@cryinggirlnamedhelen DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED HERE, she's really kind 😭😭 and at the same time i think she has the most likes in the entire fandom?? i'd say it's super deserved, i love her fics sooo much. i think she is one of the few who actually respects the characters' personalities in her fics and her theories are pure FIRE, trust me guys!!

@saeist i think i've reread all of her posts about blue lock at least 20/25 times, especially the ones about sae, which are so interesting. i have to be honest, i think my first follow on this app was to her profile 😭😭 i love her works sm and also for her i think she's genuinely a good person

technically the message only asked for three writers but i love many others so the list will grow a bit 💔 but i'll try to keep it short :)

@mixolya you literally brought the smau world back to life in the fandom, rin's is literally my favorite and i have to finish reading sae's <3

@kxsagi i think at the moment your hcs are keeping alive that part of fandom that still exists?? YOUR WORKS ARE SO GOOD LET'S GO

@neeeooon literally the same things i said for other people, i love pretty much everything you post. KEEP GIVE US A GREAT MEAL

@iqxatlantic my pookie, i love isa so much 💔💔 i think that in this list she's the one i talk to the most, her works are more for another more adult audience BUT TRUST ME SHE'S LITERALLY THE CUTEST 🙏🏻🙏🏻 MY SHAYLAAA

@vmlnrzmp4 if you want to read something sweet, maybe with an AU where the characters are fathers, i highly recommend you check out her profile <3 TRUST ME GUYS TRUST ME

[oddlylovingaddiction]

Hi how are you, I was wondering if you could do a batfam x reader where she was switched at birth

OKAY SO SORRY I HAVEN’ T ANSWERED THIS, I was thinking about making this ask a full fic and I’ve actually been thinking how to go about this. Because I don’t really want to create a throw away character that reader will replace eventually because idk why but that just leaves me with a guilty feeling 😭 however I started thinking…

What if YOU were the fake?! Batman THOUGHT you were his bio kid however when Damian came along Bruce ended up getting both your DNA tested. Damian was a 100% Bruce’s kid. You? You were definitely not. Insert chaos. Here’s a short blurb/fic about it! (I’m totally down to make it into a series if it gets popular enough. I mainly say series because this is such a good idea for a series and not just a one time thing.)

I’m assuming you want Fem!Reader from the she/her. Sorry if that was wrong!

Platonic Batfam x reader x platonic frenemy Damian

Tw for cursing, psychical violence, mentions of breakdowns, kidnapping and human experimentation.

(Also may contain spelling mistakes…)

“He is not your kid.” You scowl, glaring at Damian. I mean from your point of view he’s coming and swooping up a spot you had for years as Bruce’s child.

“Ha! Says the bastard who doesn’t share a lick of blood with her supposed father.” Damian snapped, giving you the evilest smirk known to man. You give him a strong punch for that, “Fuck you, just go back to your hole and die!” You screech.

Damian launches himself back, fists fire from both of you as you both. Bruce scowls, he was quiet before mainly just taking it all in before he decides that’s enough fighting, so he yanks you both apart and up by your shirt collars (almost like a mother cat would pick up her kittens by the scruff), before either of you could reach for your weapons.

You’re both battered, you sporting a black eye and Damian with a blooded nose. You glared at each other like if Bruce let go of you both, you’d go back to fighting to the death.

“It doesn’t matter who’s biologically mine, you’re both my kids and I intend to take responsibility for both of you.” He huffs in his gruff voice.

He pauses looking at You and Damian, who are looking in opposite directions, making sure if he sets you down you’re not going to try and kill each other.

When he finally sees you both not looking as murderous he sets you both down with a sigh before walking away.

As Bruce turns his back Damian mouths “Not his real kid.” To you which you mouth back “I know you aren’t his real kid no need to remind me.” To which he tries and kick you for. However Bruce turns around again so Damian and you are forced to stop.

When Bruce turns back around. you flip each other off and walk away.

That’ll probably be roughly how it starts, listen Bruce and the rest of the batfam doesn’t care if you’re not biologically his, hell half the damn family is adopted you’re fine. But between you and Damian? It matters. Oh it so matters. Constantly one upping each other in everything. Training? It’s a competition. Eating? It’s a competition. Hell even BREATHING is a competition. And Bruce lowkey doesn’t give a fuck, in fact he likes that you both are competing against each other because it means that both of you are improving battle wise. He only really separates you both when it gets violent or unproductive. I think Bruce would occasionally even try and start fights between you both because it makes you train more.

NOW HERE IS WHERE IT GETS JUICY.

So I think reader gets kidnapped by Lex Luthor during a mission with Damian. And this EATS HIM UP. The boy is a wreck assuming you’re dead and it’s his fault. I’m talking he trains 10x harder, he is 10x meaner and 10x more harsh on himself he usually is. I’m talking Bruce has to demand he stop and take breaks, and during those breaks he breakdown crying from the guilt and pain.

Insert some years later, 5? 3? Who knows years later you’re released from Lex’s grip, a bit battered and bruised and you go back home, when Alfred opens the door he nearly faints and Dick screams something about a ghost.

However once one of the batfam members confirms you are human and not a ghost, they all come running and BAWL their eyes out. Hugging you tight even if you’re now somewhat cold to them because of the stuff you’ve faced from Lex.

Damian walks in to see you standing there and you expect for him to flip you off or be annoyed you’re alive but instead when everyone finally lets go of you, he just walks calmly over and rests his head on your shoulder before breaking out in quiet sobs.

Everyone is shocked and frozen, and you’re frozen too, because you definitely weren’t expecting this. “I’m sorry— it was all my fault..” He sobs before slowly wrapping his arms around you.

I swear it takes you a good two hours before he finally stops crying and ever since then he’s being insanely clingy, he refuses to leave your side. He’s convinced that any moment you’ll disappear again and he’ll feel this unbearable pain again. But he also fears losing, in what his eyes is, probably his closest friend he’s ever had. Someone who inspires him to do his best everyday.

He now proudly calls you his sibling and straight up refuses to do anything without you, you’ve both been dubbed “The Wayne twins.” By media and the family despite the fact you’re not twins biologically at all.

I’m thinking of writing a full fic based on this, but I’m not sure! If this gets popular I’ll work on it after finishing Coming Full Circle! Let me know what everyone thinks!

[hollyhomburg]

(Tw: talk of rape/trauma) You know I think in the second version of BILY I want there to be a moment where either the m/c and hobi are talking or the m/c and tae, and they’re kind of pointing out the fact that the m/c doesn’t do anything like- hardly even chores- beyond her laundry and the dishes once or twice a week, and the m/c being all nonchalant about how little she wants for her life beyond that quiet life with yoongi where she goes to bed in their room and gets to hold his hand and kiss a little at nighttime and sit next to him when he’s fixing something like- that truly is her whole world.

and idk if I want to write hobi’s snide comments about how booring she is or taes quiet prodding to go out with her (him at that point) but I do want them incredulous about her saying that she doesn’t need any more than this, I want them to talk about how they’d go crazy if they didn’t go out and have a full life and her being like “this isn’t bad. This isn’t the worse I’ve had it.” And them still pushing and then her shutting them up by saying “everything’s better than getting raped every night. As long as that’s not happening to me, I’m fine with everything being boring. I can control things this way. I’ll take silence and nothing any day over shouting and pain.”

And then I want maybe hobi watching her and yoongi fucking through the door feeling very conflicted and like he should apologize but he never does. And I want to write tae’s intake of breath as she realizes /oh/ she’s entirely unfairly misunderstood the m/c and why she goes non-verbal and is kinda shut down from the world. And then I want maybe tae trying to get the m/c out and about and the m/c totally rejecting it at first. To the point where maybe the m/c and tae are like- a little tense. Maybe the m/c saying. “You don’t have to try with me just because of yoongi. You don’t have to try you can just ignore me and I’ll be alright.”

And meanwhile tae can’t ignore the m/c because of gender reasons, And tae asking “don’t you want to get out of this room?” And ofc this is heavily inspired by thunderbolts but the m/c saying “it’s a nice room. There’s nothing bad in here but me,”

And tae standing in the doorway with a conflicted look on her face, a little broken hearted. And yoongi is just there at her shoulder pulling her back by her elbow asking if the m/c wants him to shut off the lights and tae might actually be a little angry thay he’s just leaving her there. Maybe they talk it out and yoongi reassures her that healing takes time and if that’s what the m/c says she needs then yoongi wants to give it to her (mostly because he’s aware she’s hurting and doesn’t have any idea how to help her other than not abandoning her)

I also think the first few times yoongi pushed and tried to get the m/c to go out and function she also went complete non-verbal shutdown and got really scary like not eating/not sleeping/ constantly on look out and too on edge to even blink- so yoongi decided never to try again and let’s the m/c go at her own pace.

[hencheri]

▸ 18+ mdni.

| pairing. chenle x fem!reader (ft. kun)

| warnings. kidnapping, mention of physical violence.

a.n.: it's been stuck in my drafts for a while and idk what to do with it so here we are.

it takes a few ringtones before chenle’s call gets picked up, waiting a couple of seconds until he hears kun’s groggy voice on the other side of the phone.

“... hello?”

“uh, kun?” chenle has never felt more stressed out in his life before. he hopes kun doesn’t notice how terrified he sounds. “i, like… really need your help right now.”

he hears kun shifting in his bedsheets, turning on the lamp on his nightstand. chenle can clearly imagine the frown he has on his face. “why the fuck do you need my help at 3 o’clock in the morning?”

“if i call you now, you can guess it’s really important,” he answers, bringing his fingers almost by reflex to his mouth, biting down on his already short nails. “...please.” 

kun snorts. “it pains you that much to say please?” he jokes, but he knows that word would’ve never left chenle’s mouth if he didn’t need his help desperately. “i’m coming,” he sighs, “where’re you?”

“well, huh…” chenle looks around, the streets being totally empty, yellow lights lighting up the place, his shadow showing up on the pavement beside him. “i’ll send you my location.”

kun sits up on his bed, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm while letting out a yawn. chenle can hear his feet walking on the floor, surely picking up clothes from the night before. 

“okay, i’ll be there in… 20 minutes,” he announces, but he’ll arrive in too long. far too long. 

“no, no… kun, you don’t understand. i need you here, like, immediately.” chenle specifies, feeling the blood draining from his face little by little. he’s so fucking stressed his hand is shaking as he passes it through his hair, his heartbeat literally being out of pace. 

kun sighs yet again, finding the situation more like a bother to him. “alright, alright!” he agrees, but it’s not like he had any other choice anyway. “let me put some pants on… and-” he pauses, struggling to pass his feet through the holes of his jeans with just one hand, “i’ll be there in 5.”

chenle feels the slightest relieved. “bring your ass here quick.”

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when kun closes the door as he takes the driver seat, the car shakes a little, breaking chenle’s running thoughts at the same time. his friend says nothing for the first couple of seconds, making the beating of his heart the only sound he hears. 

despite staying silent as well, chenle is the opposite of calm. he wants to appear calm and collected, but he’s not. he knows he’s fucked up, kun’s first reaction is enough to remind him of that, but he really isn’t feeling that bad. not for you, at least.

your body is lying unconscious on the backseats, not one single muscle moving. he didn’t think the hit on your head would knock you out for this long. well, to be fair, he didn’t think this through at all. 

“i can’t believe this,” kun grumbles to himself, but he says it loudly enough for chenle to hear, too. 

“what else did you want me to do!?” he responds, quick to defend his actions. “you’re the only one i could call. i sure as hell wouldn’t have asked renjun,” chenle explains, “or worse, mark. he probably would’ve pissed his pants or something.”

kun scoffs, amazed that chenle still has the heart to say so much nonsense. “don’t you have any self-control? do you even realize the amount of bullshit you put yourself into?”

the youngest groans as if annoyed to be reminded of the seriousness of the situation. he looks outside his window, not wanting to give kun any answer, but he doesn’t seem to be done scolding chenle. 

“you’re lucky i’m not beating your ass right now because you fucking deserve it. what went through your head?”

chenle stays silent, gulping down. he keeps a stern expression, not looking at kun, even though he feels his angry eyes on him. 

what does kun expect him to say anyway? everything happened so fast, he didn’t think twice. he doesn’t even know your name, and yet, he felt the impulse to have you. you were alone in an empty street, not looking around you, trusting fate a little too blindly. it was too easy, too obvious, he had to do it. 

a whim, kun would call it. a sense of immaturity chenle still hasn't yet resolved. or whatever psychological shit he’d say. 

but sometimes he just does stupid stuff without thinking of the consequences. it’s nothing deep. he does agree this time was stupider than any other. and he shouldn’t have acted so impulsively. that doesn’t mean he regrets it, though.

[sarasmh1]

SUGURU GETO

cw: slight degrading , choking, hardcore s3x, rough s3x, squirting, creampies, tied up s3x, hair pulling, fingering, Suguru Geto x fem!reader (first/ third? Idk..person perspective), first time, he gets turned on by your innocence, and your virginity still not being taken away, fucks you senseless, unprotected s3x, he’s your friend, but little did you know he’d been having thoughts about you.

A/N: Enjoy !! A tiny pit of plot, but mostly smut !!

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PROLOGUE:

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How is someone so.. perfect? I mean come on, he’s best friends with about the strongest jujitsu sorcerer in the world, well.. he was. Apparently they split up. I was friends with them. All of them. Then I had to go out of the country, for a few years, and I came back to find that Suguru and Satoru weren’t talking anymore. I was always closest to Suguru.. so I went to find him first. And hell, did I find him.

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“That’s.. crazy.”

I spoke gently, my lips parted softly, feeling the slightly warm breath breeze against my lips as I exhaled.

Suguru.. had just explained to me what had happened between him and Satoru.

I saw it on his face. Deep down he was upset. I was one of the people who knew him best, so it’d be obvious what his real emotions were. Though I never could, and never will know what’s going on in that head of his. Especially in this moment.

Me and Suguru were sitting down in front of eachother, on his tatami mat.

..

After talking about everything that had happened in the past, we finally decided to catch up with eachother. His hair was so much longer.. and he was very different.. from how he was a few years ago as a teenager. He wore his gold- colored kasaya, over his black yukata robe. He had a certain look in his eyes, and it made me think deeply, about the amount of times that I had a crush on him when we were younger and teenagers. Honestly, it was like a fever dream.

..

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“You’re such a mess, it’s embarrassing.”

He spoke softly, with a hint of aggression in his smooth and sweet voice.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling it back. I whimpered softly in response.

Fuck.. I felt my back arching so much, at this point I just HAD to go lower on the tatami mat, the top of my forehead supporting about the whole upper half of my body. He grabbed my hips and aggressively pulled me closer towards him. I couldn’t do anything about this, since I was literally tied up. My hands were tied behind my back, preventing me from doing basically ANYTHING.

I was naked, except my panties, and hell, he could see my wetness soaking through the fabric. I felt fucking embarrassed as hell while he was fully clothed, with a big fat smirk on his face.

“Just say the word, and I’ll stop. Since.. you don’t know a thing about doing this.. do you?”

he spoke softly. He was right. I was ashamed to be a virgin, and I obviously never wanted to stay one, but this was so embarrassing for me, tied up like this in such a fucking awkward pose..

I felt his hands pull away from my body, and his presence in all. I panted softly, taking long blinks, while I heard shuffling noises, before my panties were slipped off by both of his hands.

After a minute or two, I felt sharp pain sting through my ass. He had brought a slap to my ass, before getting back in position again. I looked to the side, seeing him fully unclothed. I couldn’t see his dick, but I was terrified, knowing my physical innocence would be lost.

“take a deep breath in, please.”

He spoke gently, but with emphasis on the “please”.. I didn’t know what was about to happen, but I felt him spread my ass open a little more, while my body instantly heated up. I started to sweat, and my heart began racing.

I took a deep breath in through my nose, before I felt his.. tip tease my wet folds. He suddenly pushed his tip inside my tight walls, and I gasped.

I gulped, before retrying that deep breath, and I felt him push in his dick, stretching me out immensely. He wasn’t even going that slow, but it was fucking painful, especially since I didn’t know how big he was until now, I felt him go deeper, as he hit a certain deep spot, and it hurt. I thought would stop there, but no. Certainly not.

He started to thrust aggressively past my deep spot, pushing further with every thrust he gave into me. I groaned.. the hell..? Is sex supposed to be this painful?

I felt a warm and gentle hand wrap around my throat lightly, forcing me to look up, my whole body pointing more upwards. He leaned down a little lower from his spot, so he could thrust easier. I cried out in moans and whimpers, as the sound of the clapping of our skin filled the room.

“Mmmh… S-Sugur.. nghh.. Geto.. it- hurt-s..”

I choked out, in basically whimpers. He slowed down a little, but he kept going as deep as he wanted to.

“I am? Sorry.”

he responded gently but firmly.

Just when I was starting to get used to the enjoyable pace, it sped up again, making me cry out in whimpers.

His fingers remained wrapped around my throat, but this time he gripped a little tighter, which caused my moans and whimpers to be a little delayed and out of breath.

He was pounding the fuck out of me, but I loved it, every second of it. The more he fucked me roughly, the more likable it became, the painful feeling of him destroying me as hard and deep he could, was being replaced with pleasure by the second.

“You’re embarrassing right now.. imagine if your family saw you like this..? .. such a slut.”

He said quietly. His voice was calm and.. almost kind? Not the words coming out of his mouth for sure, but he didn’t say it aggressively like he hated me. It was more like he was stating the obvious, in a smooth way.

It almost was like I could feel his dick in my damn stomach. His length was insane.

I could feel my orgasm coming up, the faster he pounded into me, his balls rocking back and forth slightly with every hard thrust he gave.

I made it obvious, that I was close, moaning out instead every time i hesitated to make a sound. My body was trembling, and I was sweating like hell. He grabbed a fistful of my hair once again, pulling it back, and the only thing in saw in front of me was two big windows, the beautiful sight of the flowers. The sunlight, casting upon the grass and earth. And here I was, getting degraded, and fucked senseless by an old friend that I used to know a few years ago.

I reached out in front of me, trying to hold onto something, anything, feeling my first orgasm fill up for release inside me.

“s-suguru-.. I’m-.. g-g’na.. so , close..”

I mumbled out, somehow he could understand what I was saying behind the continuous whimpers of mine.

“hm..? you’re close?”

he responded. I couldn’t get enough of his voice.. he sounded so kind, yet he was blowing my back out.

I gasped, before crying out in complete moans of pleasure, as my body trembled, feeling like a wave of ecstasy come over me. I kept moaning, unable to stop. He kept thrusting in and out of me, wanting to push himself to the edge.

I groaned.

“Uugh.. Suguru..!”

He groaned loudly in response, letting out small whimpers as well. Fuck, he sounded so good. I had already came, but as he kept thrusting inside me, and whimpering.. it made me drip with wetness all over again.

He suddenly pulled out, as he moaned. My pussy throbbed with need.. in need of his dick.

I felt a warm liquid spill all over my lower back, and I gasped softly. He whimpered.

“Mmh..”

He untied my hands, and I rested them beside me in relief. He took his fingers, picking up what I expected was his cum, from my lower back.

He turned me around.

“On your knees, please.”

I nodded gently, going on my knees, looking up at him. He slowly pushed his two fingers, that had his cum on it, and pushed them into my mouth.

I immediately licked the cum off, tasting him, and it was addicting as hell.

“I’m gonna make you squirt with my fingers, k?”

fuck.

I nodded gently.

“..okay..”

I was nervous as hell. He laid me down on my back, and he slid his two fingers inside me, instantly starting to search for my sweet spot. I was already a moaning mess as it was…

He spread my thighs open a little more, and put his fingers in as deep as he could, fingering me, before he searched for my g-spot again. I whimpered. I could just feel his fingers moving inside me, skillfully tracing my gummy walls. I was dripping with wetness, and I felt it rolling down my hole, down to my ass, obviously.

He suddenly curled his fingers, and I gasped, grabbing onto his shoulder.

“Hm.. found it.”

he spoke with a small smile on his face.

fucking hell..

He curled his fingers once more, pushing his fingers continuously up into my g-spot, creating a vibration-like sensation. I moaned loudly. I immediately felt like I was going to pee.

“ngh..!”

I immediately cried out in a yell of pleasure, as my fluids squirted out of my hole, all over the tatami mat, and his fingers…

“Oh my-..”

I panted heavily. My thighs were trembling. And I felt butterflies in my stomach. He looked down into my eyes, with that sly, small smirk on his face.

“now you know what it feels like.. hm?”

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So much for my first time..

A/U: Thank you for reading! This one was very long, but thank you. 😊😊