#it is special to you and you deserve to enjoy it and love it in peace.

[thirteenheavens]

Hii I think I binged every piece of writing you've posted, at least anything Seventeen. So I'm here to humbly request anything you want to write about S.Coups as long as it involves smut ❤️❤️❤️

Sneaking in|Choi Seungcheol x Reader

Word count: 1.6k+

Notes: last one for tonight guys enjoy!!

You're lying in bed, scrolling through your phone when you hear a soft knock at your window. You sit up, wondering who it could be at this hour. You get up and peek out the window, seeing Seungcheol standing outside with a mischievous grin on his face. You quickly open the window and let him in, closing it behind him. "What are you doing here?" you whisper, trying to keep your voice down so as not to wake your brother.

Seungcheol grins and pulls you into a tight hug. "I missed you," he says quietly. "And I couldn't sleep without you." He sits down on your bed, patting the spot next to him for you to join him. "Is Kai still awake?" he asks, looking towards your brother's room.

You shake your head. "No, he went to bed hours ago," you reply. "But he's a light sleeper. We have to be quiet." Seungcheol smirks and pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I can be quiet," he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Can you?"

You bite your lip, trying to suppress a moan as Seungcheol's hands roam over your body. "I can be quiet," you whisper back, your heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness. Seungcheol chuckles softly, his fingers tracing patterns on your thighs. "Good girl," he murmurs, his lips finding your neck and kissing a trail down to your collarbone. "I've been thinking about you all day."

He gently pushes you back onto the bed, hovering over you with a hungry look in his eyes. "I want you so badly," he says, his voice low and rough with desire. "I need to feel you, to make you mine." You and Seungcheol have been secretly dating for a few months now, despite your brother's disapproval. Seungcheol is known as the bad boy of the school, with his rebellious attitude and constant troublemaking.

Your brother Kai, being the responsible older sibling, has always warned you about Seungcheol's bad influence. He believes that Seungcheol is nothing but trouble and that you deserve better. But you can't help yourself. There's something about Seungcheol's rough exterior that draws you in, and the way he treats you so tenderly behind closed doors makes you feel special. You crave his attention and affection, even if it means sneaking around behind your brother's back.

Seungcheol smirks as he notices your hesitation. "Don't worry about Kai," he says, his hands sliding under your shirt. "He doesn't have to know." Seungcheol's lips move slowly down your body, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake. He takes his time, savoring every inch of your skin as if it's the most precious thing in the world.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your stomach, his hands gripping your hips gently. "I can't get enough of you." He looks up at you with a mix of desire and adoration in his eyes, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants. "Can I take these off?" he asks, his voice husky with need. You nod, a small smile playing on your lips as you watch Seungcheol admire the pattern on your pants. "They're your favorite," you whisper, knowing how much he loves seeing you in them.

Seungcheol grins wider, his fingers tracing the pattern as he slowly slides your pants down your legs. "They are," he agrees, his eyes darkening with lust. "They look so good on you, but they'll look even better off." He tosses your pants aside and leans down to kiss your thighs, his lips lingering on the sensitive skin. "You have no idea how much I want you right now," he says, his breath hot against your skin.

You pull Seungcheol up, your lips meeting his in a heated kiss. He responds eagerly, his hands roaming over your body as he deepens the kiss. He pins you down against the bed, his body pressing against yours as he explores your mouth with his tongue. His hands slip under your shirt again, this time moving up to cup your breasts.

"I need you," he groans against your lips, his hips grinding against yours. "I need to be inside you." Seungcheol gasps as you cup him through his pants, his eyes widening in surprise at your boldness. He looks down at you with a mix of lust and admiration.

"Fuck," he mutters, his hips bucking slightly into your touch. "You're being naughty tonight." He leans down to nibble on your ear, his voice low and commanding. "Take off my pants," he whispers. "I want to feel your hands on me properly."

You quickly comply, unbuttoning Seungcheol's pants and sliding them down his legs. He kicks them off and sits back on his heels, his hardened cock straining against his boxers. He watches you with a hungry gaze, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. "Touch me," he demands, his voice rough with desire. "Show me how much you want me."

He grabs your hand and places it on his bulge, urging you to feel how hard he is for you. You move your hand slowly, teasingly, tracing the outline of his cock through his boxers. Seungcheol lets out a low groan, his head falling back in pleasure.

"Don't tease me," he warns, his hips jerking slightly as you touch him. "I'm already on edge." He grabs your wrist, stopping your movements. "Take them off," he says, nodding towards his boxers. "I want to feel your skin against mine."

Seungcheol watches you as you reach for a condom, his eyes dark with anticipation. He quickly removes his boxers, his cock springing free and standing at attention. He leans back on his elbows, watching you with a smirk. "Hurry up," he says, his voice thick with need. "I can't wait much longer."

He reaches out to pull you closer, his hands gripping your hips as you straddle him. "You're killing me here," he groans, his fingers digging into your skin. You hand him the condom, your fingers brushing against his as he takes it from you. "You're so impatient," you tease, rolling your hips against him.

Seungcheol chuckles, his eyes glued to your body as you move. "Only for you," he replies, quickly tearing open the condom and rolling it onto his length. He grabs your hips again, holding you still. "Are you ready for me?" he asks, his voice low and serious. "Because once I'm inside you, I won't be able to stop."

"I'm ready," you say confidently, positioning yourself above him. Seungcheol groans again, his grip on your hips tightening as he guides you down onto him. "You feel so good," he moans, his eyes fluttering shut as he fills you completely.

He gives you a moment to adjust, his chest heaving with restraint. "Move," he orders, his voice strained. "I need you to move." You begin to move, slowly at first, rolling your hips against him. Seungcheol's hands roam over your body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"Faster," he urges, his fingers digging into your skin as he watches you ride him. "Fuck, you look so beautiful like this." He starts to thrust up into you, meeting your movements with his own, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. He sits up suddenly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

"I love watching you bounce on my cock," he growls, biting down on your neck. "You're mine, Y-N. All mine." The pleasure builds between you, and the room is filled with moans and gasps as you both lose yourselves in each other. Seungcheol is relentless, his pace becoming rougher and more desperate. He buries his face in your chest, muffling his own moans against your skin. "Shh," he whispers, but his actions contradict his words as he continues to thrust harder.

Suddenly, there's a knock on your door. "Y/N?" Kai's voice calls out from the hallway. "Are you okay in there?" Seungcheol freezes, his eyes widening in panic. He quickly covers your mouth with his hand, signaling you to stay quiet.

"Y/N?" Kai calls again, his voice growing more concerned. "I heard noises. Is everything alright?" Seungcheol looks at you with a mixture of fear and excitement, his cock still buried deep inside you. He whispers in your ear, "What do we do?"

"Yeah, I'm fine!" you call out, your voice shaky and slightly breathless. "Just... dropped something!" Seungcheol's hand tightens over your mouth, his eyes narrowing in warning. He can feel you trembling on top of him, the adrenaline of almost getting caught making everything more intense.

Kai doesn't seem convinced. "Are you sure? You sound weird," he says, the doorknob turning slightly. The door opens, and Kai steps into the room. His eyes immediately widen in shock as he sees you and Seungcheol in bed, your bodies still connected.

"What the hell?" he exclaims, his face turning red with anger. "Y/N, what is going on?" Seungcheol quickly pulls the blanket over you both, trying to cover your naked bodies. "Kai, it's not what it looks like," he says, his voice calm despite the situation. Kai's expression darkens as he recognizes Seungcheol. "You," he growls, taking a step closer. "I knew you were bad news."

He clenches his fists, clearly struggling to control his anger. "Get out of my sister's bed," he demands, glaring at Seungcheol. Seungcheol looks at you for a moment, silently asking for your permission to speak. He slowly sits up, the blanket still wrapped around him.

"Kai, listen," he starts, but Kai cuts him off.

"No, you listen," Kai snaps. "You're not good enough for her. I don't care how many times you sneak in here, I won't let you ruin her life." Seungcheol moves swiftly, grabbing his pants and stepping out of bed. He pulls them on quickly, standing up to face Kai.

"I care about her," he says firmly, his jaw clenched. "And I'm not going to let you tell me who I can and can't be with." Kai scoffs, towering over Seungcheol. "You think you care about her? You're just using her for your own pleasure." Seungcheol's eyes flash with anger. "That's not true," he snaps. "I would never hurt her. I love her."

Kai lunges at Seungcheol, but he's too quick. Seungcheol dodges the attack and dives out the window, landing in the backyard below with a thud. You can hear him cursing as he gets up, and Kai rushes to the window to look down.

"You better not come back!" Kai shouts, his voice filled with rage. "If I see you near her again, I'll kill you!" Seungcheol looks up at you through the window, his expression a mix of regret and determination. "I'll be back," he mouths silently before disappearing into the darkness. You wrap the blanket tightly around yourself, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Kai turns to you, his anger still evident.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice softer now as he notices your shaking form. You nod weakly, unable to meet his eyes. "I'm fine," you whisper, but the tremor in your voice betrays you. Kai sighs heavily and sits down on the edge of your bed. "I can't believe you would do this," he says, running a hand through his hair. "With him of all people."

[hemorrhagicheart]

I’m tired of driving ‘til I see stars in my eyes.

I wish deeply that I could solely convey the message that I’m trying to send through this little video, because words could never describe what I would like to express; albeit the music helps.

As much as I hate to even slightly acknowledge the crimes that Elliot committed, and his untimely death that came with it, I am sure that I’m in denial. He is not with us, and neither are the one that lost their life at Elliot’s hand. All of them deserved beautiful, fruitful lives that they did not finish, but have made great successes during their time on Earth. I appreciate you all.

Elliot, you rose and fell just as the sun did. Your love for the sun, music, nature, reading, writing and even more all touches me. It brings comfort to me, closure almost, that you got to enjoy the most special aspects of life during your short journey. You had a war in your mind, and you were ill; waiting to get better. You had so many arms trying to lift you, even though you didn’t feel them under you. You felt alone and isolated, which is a pain that few- but somehow also many- people have to endure. This video shows your hardships, as harsh as they are to look at. How you waited and waited for things to get better, but you didn’t wait long enough. I know it’s hard, so I can’t be angry at you, but only grieve and wait. I will always feel a strange sensation of waiting, needing, desperately wanting.

I wish I could get to the point, because so many words were running through my mind as I was making the video, but I just can’t bring them to life. Maybe my body and mind hadn’t formed that language yet.

— Angelkit

[bingleboy]

HAIIIII

Could I maybe ask….and *coughs cough awkward cough*

You really don’t need to but I just gotta know…

The mercy with a s.o that’s a BIG ROMANTIC?!?Like a Gomez Addams level but in some weird carnal “cannibalism is symbolism for deep deviation” kinda romantic..? The type just randomly lay with the mercs one night and have their s.o look at them deep in the eyes and just go “I want to crawl into your ribcage”……..???

PRETTY PLEASEEEEE PRETTY PRETTIEST OF PLEASEES!!!

okay slay 💅

SUCH A CUTE IDEA!!!! they deserve gothic chivalry <3

♡ All Mercs with a Creepy-Romantic S/O ♡

(your dialogue is marked in blue! I used the nickname "my love" a lot bc that feels like Gomez to me <3)

Medic

You doing your over-the-top romantic stuff will 100% go to his head. He feels like hot shit whenever you do anything for him

He likes a little PDA, + hugs n kisses while he's working

He literally feels his heart swell with love for you <3 he thinks you're the sweetest little angel

And the creepy stuff? You are his dream partner on god. He blushes and giggles any time you say some freaky shit

"My love?"

"Hmm? Yes, taube?"

"I wish I could crawl inside your ribcage and kiss your heart."

"Ahahaha! Oh, stop it you~ I'm trying to work!"

Will be smiling for the next half hour while he thinks about what you said

He eats it up, and will return the sentiment with real blood and guts!

(If you want to eat a little piece of him, he's sure he can find something he doesn't really need... just kidding! ...unless? 😏)

Spy

Surprised he's met someone who can match his chivalry; you're even more sappy and romantic than him

You would try to outdo eachother with stupid things, grand gifts, planned dates, and proclamations of love. He sees it as a game

"My love, you look divine tonight."

"Divine? You are absolutely radiant. I should be the one worshipping you, mon coeur."

"That can be arranged... perhaps tonight?"

Scout would gag at the sight of you two. You're sickening

For your creepiness, he finds you a little disturbing but as he gets to know you, like... he gets it. It's poetic. He knows what you're trying to say/the feelings behind them

He gets used to it and tolerates your affections, even if he finds them strange

"Your blood is the most beautiful vibrant red, my love."

"Hmm. Thank you. I'd prefer it if it stayed inside of me, though, mon coeur."

Scout

He is scared and horny

Romantic part: he's the most openly shocked at any romantic gestures you show him.

He totally likes being pampered by you. Give him all your attention forever and ever and ever

Like, you show up one day with a ridiculously huge bouquet of roses for him, and he goes through so many emotions so quickly. Surprised, amused, embarrassed because he assumes you're playing a joke on him, even more embarrassed when he realizes you're 100% genuine, and shy acceptance

"Babe, listen, that's... really frickin' sweet n' stuff, but I dunno where ta put these roses. I'm not really a flowers guy."

"Oh. I'll take them back if-"

"No, they're mine, back off! I'll find a spot."

I think at first he would be creeped out when you say loving yet concerning things, but his infatuation with you overrides his self-preservation.

You'll be cuddling and you'll be like "I wish I could be inside your skin." and he'll give you this look of horror and be like "What???" but will continue to cuddle you

He teases you and calls you a freak/vampire/cannibal

He'll get used to it. Everyone else will wonder how he bagged such a baddie <3 he's literally stupid

A part of him also kind of likes that you're "scary" because he feels like you'd be able to protect him. He would never ever admit that in a MILLION years but its true

Demoman

Oh he so loves romantic shit. No one's ever done anything so nice for him, he feels so special around you!!!

He wouldn't be embarrassed by any PDA, he might even enjoy showing off that he has someone that loves him so much!! <3

Drunk or sober, he loves being by your side and having an arm around you, which you seem to like too

He's glad you're so expressive, because it makes him feel like his "clinginess" is normal, it's just how you are with each other

When you kiss his hand and trail more kisses up his arm, he'll be giggling and pulling you in by your face for a BIG kiss

I think he would be confused the first time you do or say something more macabre, but not afraid

Like.... what'd you say? Oh, it's a compliment? Aw thank you luv P] (thats his eyepatch)

After that, he'd usually reply with his own compliment or add on a joke to yours, like

"You're so adorable, darling. I just want to eat you up."

"Yeah? Bet I'd be good with whipped cream on top, aye? And a cherry, too! Ya look cute yourself, luv."

Heavy

He'll smile real big and laugh when you do romantic things for him. He loves it!

He finds it a bit funny just because, well, he's not the sort of guy anyone does anything romantic for. He also finds it incredibly sweet

It reminds him of being a character in a book he's read, actually being pined after and "wooed"

He always likes cuddling in bed with you at the end of the day, and it's then he'll say thank you (again) for all the cute things you did for him that day

Brushes off the weird things you say, affectionately! he takes it as just another way of saying i love you

His usual reply to your creepy-compliments is to pat your head and be like that's nice honey :] Heavy is going to go make a sandvich. You want?

Pyro

Blushing and giggling at romantic gestures. They love everything cutesy and cheesy and stupid, it shows how much you care!!!

They would be 10000% happy with PDA, excessive smooching on the battlefield

I think they would kind of flip-flip on their reactions to creepy ways to expressing love

Usually they'd 100% get it, giggling, squealing, flapping their hands excitedly

Other times, they'd understand the compliment, but they'd freak themselves out a little bit and ask for reassurance that you're not actually thinking about eating them or something

But that's easily resolved :]

Engineer

Another sucker for classic romantic stuff

He'll insist you shouldn't do anything fancy for him, he's a simple man (but if you do fancy things anyway he'll totally like them. It shows how much you care about him/you think he deserves nice things hehehe)

But he does love compliments and acts of service. That is totally his comfort zone, you two will constantly be exchanging those

He's not exactly wholesome but he does have a picture of the ideal domestic life, very sweet

First he's surprised at how many romantic gestures you do for him, and then he's surprised you're a freak. Not bad surprised! But... it takes getting used to for sure

"You have such beautiful teeth, my love."

"Uh.... thank you. Yer... teeth are nice too," he says while awkwardly rubbing his neck.

He does feel flattered in a weird way?? He is confused

Soldier

He's a little lost in the world of 'romantic' things. He considers very blunt things to be romantic, so when you treat him like... fancy... he takes some time to buffer and figure out how to react

Like he's happy asgkdfl of course he likes it he's just so not used to it, it takes him a second

He thinks of himself as being rugged and manly, he doesn't need nice things or any special treatment, he'll insist, but if you insist, he'll begrudgingly let you do nice things for him

He enjoys it more than he thought he would, like nice dinners, and compliments, and roses, and seeing you so gorgeously dressed up.... nice

He finds your disturbing nature SO attractive. He values strength and loyalty in his partner, and ripping out his heart and eating it is SO strong and loyal!!! What better way to prove your devotion to someone??

lowkey blindly agrees with everything you say

"You have such a beautiful heart, my love. I wish I could just squeeze it in my hand."

"I'm sure Medic could cut it out for you! Wait, that's crazy-talk. I'll cut it out myself, like a real American does!"

You tell him to keep his heart inside and he's like "you sure? I'll do it. i'm not a coward"

Sniper

He likes "creepy" things, like skulls, dead bugs, dead things in general. He can appreciate the beauty in them

He would LOVE your affection, creepy and romantic. He'd be standing there and trying to hide the big smile on his face bc he doesn't know how to handle it

He matches your freak but he's shy teehee.

The creepy-romantic stuff is actually easier for him to respond to than the outright romantic stuff, because he finds it a bit funny

"Darling."

"Yeah, mate?"

"I want to crawl inside your ribcage and wrap myself around your heart."

"Hah, that's sweet, darlin'. I'll crawl in your ribcage too."

VS:

"Darling."

"Yeah, mate?"

"Your eyes are the most beautiful color I've ever seen. Between blue and gray, like the stormy sky above the ocean. I could get lost in them for hours."

"..." He pulls his hat down and tries to hide his smile, looking away from you.

He's so easily flustered by regular romantic things its stupid ahafdsjk

I don't think he blushes an insane amount, but he does a little, and he goes all quiet and like kicks the dirt with his boot aakjfl

He'll say "thank you", "you really didn't have to...", or "I don't deserve you" (shut up yes you do man)

thanks for the cute request!! <3

[444eggnog]

The Winner Takes It All

✍︎: thank you so much for all the support on the first part of this AU, and on all my works in general. every like, comment, and reblog truly doesn’t go unnoticed. in fact, they motivate me to keep pushing and do better with my writing. a special thank you as well to those who requested a part two. i hope this next chapter will satisfy you (at least a little!) until i can share the final part.

if you haven’t yet, i suggest reading the first part before diving back in here. as usual, i hope you enjoy! ♡ and of course i had to post this on July 17th because “what a night” ;)

content: ANGST, unresolved feelings, emotional conversations, confrontations

list of characters: Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, George Russell, Toto Wolff

wc: 4.9k

part 1: I've Been Waiting For You

excerpt:

Four years.

Four years spent tucked away in this quiet little town, watching mornings as the sun warmed her skin.

Four years of holding small hands, of quiet promises that she’d keep them safe.

She named her Calista because it meant beauty. Because even in the ugliest, loneliest moments of her life, this little girl had brought her light. Joy. A reason to stay.

Within Calista, she found her meaning. The purpose she hadn’t even known she was searching for.

In a few weeks, she would be lighting candles, singing happy birthday, celebrating the new life she’d brought into the world four years ago.

But unbeknownst to her, in just a few weeks, heartbreak would come knocking at her door once again.

Heartbreak that wore branded clothes and a watch far too expensive for this little town.

Uninvited. Inevitable.

A shadow falling across the soft light she’d tried so hard to keep burning.

─── 🏁

Calista would be turning four soon.

Almost four years of sand-sticky feet, of mango juice smiles, of soft curls tied back with fraying ribbons. Four years of calling this quiet corner of Palawan home.

She was the reason Y/N stayed. The reason she chose peace over noise, small over grand.

She watched her daughter play outside with the neighbor’s goats, shrieking with laughter, and felt a warmth spread through her chest that she didn’t think she deserved but held onto anyway.

Inside, she sat at the table, writing out invitations by hand.

She wanted it small.

Just the people who mattered. The neighbors who’d taught Calista Tagalog words and shared bowls of champorado on rainy mornings. The old fisherman who carved her a tiny boat for her third birthday. The friends who’d become sisters, who loved Calista like their own.

Just family. Just love. Just home.

But her friends had other ideas.

One of them still remembered the story Y/N had once told, late one night, voice hushed with rum-laced honesty. The stranger in the rain. Oscar Piastri. “The first time I ever really chose something for myself,” she’d said.

They hadn’t forgotten.

Enough to make them wonder if he should know she’d built a life worth being proud of. Quietly, without asking, they tracked him down. Wrote his name on an envelope of their own.

Another friend, helping her deliver envelopes around town, stopped at George’s uncle’s house. They all knew him. He’d laughed, taken the invitation, and said, “George is actually visiting that week. I’m sure she won’t mind if he comes too.”

No one told Y/N.

She just kept writing, unaware.

Imagining Calista’s giggles. Her messy cake-covered face. The warmth of a day that was supposed to be simple.

A day she thought she had planned perfectly.

─── 🏁

Back in the cottage, Y/N stacked the remaining invitations neatly, tapping them against the table to straighten the edges.

She handed a few invites to her mother.

“These are for you to give out when you get back home, there’s a spare invite for Dad’s brother.” she said, brushing her hair behind her ear absently.

Her mom flipped through them, nodding. “I see.”

Y/N smiled as her mother tucked them into her bag.

Her father, meanwhile, was pretending not to watch them too closely.

As they stood by the door, ready to leave for a few weeks before returning for the party, Y/N pressed a kiss to her mom’s cheek. Then she squeezed her dad’s arm.

“Travel safe, okay?”

“Always,” he rumbled back.

They walked down the sandy path toward their waiting tricycle.

Halfway there, she saw her father lean close to her mother, voice low but clear enough to catch.

“Give me that extra invite,” he said gruffly. “I’ll tell my brother in person.”

Her mother’s laugh carried back on the breeze.

“Honestly, Toto, you’re so stubborn,” she teased, but she pulled the envelope free and handed it over without protest.

Y/N watched them go until they were out of sight, the warm hush of late afternoon settling around her again.

She let out a slow breath.

Family. Just family.

Or so she thought.

─── 🏁

Oscar

Oscar, upon receiving the letter, was confused at first.

He turned it over in his hands like it might reveal something hidden in the creases.

She’d told him not to look for her.

“Don’t look for me,” she’d written years ago in lipstick on that foggy motel mirror. “Good luck on your journey.”

He’d respected that.

But now, the envelope sat heavy in his lap. Her handwriting clear and careful. An invitation.

It felt like an opening.

Maybe she wants me to come, he thought, brow furrowing as he read it again. 

He tried to be rational about it. Told himself it could be a mistake. 

But hope had a way of lodging itself in his chest.

“Philippines again,” he murmured to himself, fingers drumming on the table.

He exhaled slowly, made the decision in silence.

He was going.

Just in case.

Because if there was even the smallest chance she’d meant for him to be there, he couldn’t ignore it.

─── 🏁

George

George arrived a few days before the party, dust on his shoes, sweat on his brow from the long trip.

His uncle met him at the edge of the path, grinning wide.

“Welcome back, boy.”

George dropped his bag with a tired sigh but managed a smile. “Feels good to be here.”

They set off toward the small house, the sun sinking low, bathing everything in that golden hour glow.

It wasn’t until they were sitting inside, cold drinks sweating on the table, that his uncle spoke up casually.

“By the way. You’re just in time for Y/N’s little girl’s birthday.”

George paused mid-sip.

“Little girl?”

“Yeah. She’s turning four.”

George’s fingers tightened around the glass.

Four.

It had been four years since they’d last seen each other. Since that boat ride, all jokes and flirtation and something soft underneath they’d both left unspoken.

He swallowed.

“Four,” he repeated quietly.

His uncle didn’t notice the look on his face. Just nodded, cheerful.

“You’ll come with me, of course. She’ll be happy to see you.”

George forced a small smile, eyes distant.

“Yeah,” he said slowly. “Yeah, sure. It’ll be good to see her.”

But his mind was already turning over the math. The time.

Four years.

─── 🏁

Lando

As for Lando, he wouldn’t have known at all, if not for Toto.

He loved his granddaughter more than anything. And every time he visited San Vicente, despite the complicated relationship he and Y/N had, he’d see Lando in Calista. Those green-hazel eyes that danced with mischief. The stubborn curls. The exact same mole beside her nose. Even the easy grin when bribed with sweets.

But that wasn’t what convinced him.

Years before, whenever Lando happened to cross paths with Toto, at a race, an event, Lando would greet him politely, but there was always something else. A hesitance. A question behind the eyes. Eventually, he’d asked, casually at first, then more seriously:

“How’s she doing, by the way? Your daughter. In the Philippines.”

That got Toto curious. He brought it up to Y/N, gently at first. She bristled, tried to brush it off, but finally, quietly, she admitted that yes, she and Lando knew each other. That they’d met at the town’s fiesta the year she arrived. 

And suddenly it all clicked.

Toto realized exactly who Calista’s father was.

It might have been overstepping. He knew that. But he also believed with his whole heart that Lando deserved to know. That his granddaughter deserved the truth.

When the time came, Toto didn’t make a show of it.

He found Lando in the paddock one quiet afternoon. No entourage. No cameras.

He waited until the young man was alone, reviewing notes on a tablet.

He didn’t bother with small talk.

Instead, he just held out an envelope.

“My granddaughter’s birthday is next month,” he said evenly.

Lando looked up, startled, brows pulling together.

He took the envelope slowly. “Oh.”

Toto watched him for a moment.

“Since you’re the only driver who’s ever actually been friends with my daughter,” he added, voice dry, “I figured I’d invite you. If you can stop by, you’d be welcome.”

Lando opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Finally he nodded once, carefully.

“Okay. Thank you.”

“No pressure,” Toto added, already turning to leave. “Just thought you should have the option.”

Toto didn’t wait for a reply.

That night, alone in his hotel room, Lando sat on the edge of the bed and turned the envelope over in his hands.

He’d tossed it aside. Tried to forget about it.

But here it was again, heavy with possibility.

He ran a thumb under the seal and carefully pulled out the card inside.

San Vicente, Palawan.

His eyes scanned the neat handwriting.

Calista Wolff’s 4th Birthday.

He froze.

Four.

It hit him all at once, sharp as a slap.

Four years ago. That was the year he’d met Y/N. The fiesta. The nights on the beach. The way she’d laughed with her whole body, eyes bright even when she tried to hide it.

“Four,” he murmured, voice catching slightly.

He swallowed hard, reading it again.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to silence the voice in his head that was already asking too many questions.

Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it wasn’t his business.

But he couldn’t ignore the twist in his chest.

Stop by if you can.

He heard her voice from that last fight, cold and cutting.

She probably doesn’t want me there.

But he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was something unfinished.

He flipped open his calendar. Sponsorship meeting that same week.

He didn’t even hesitate.

He picked up his phone.

“Hey. About that meeting– ”

─── 🏁

The day came warm and bright, the ocean breeze stirring the hand-painted banner that read Happy 4th Birthday Calista!

George was the first to arrive, walking up the sandy path with his uncle at his side, a giant teddy bear tucked under one arm.

Y/N was tying balloons to the gate when she spotted them.

Her eyes went wide, mouth breaking into a surprised laugh.

“George?”

He lifted the bear a little, that familiar, slightly crooked smile spreading across his face. “Hey.”

She walked over, brushing her palms on her dress.

“What are you doing here?”

His uncle clapped him on the shoulder. “I might have told him there was a party. Said he should come by.”

George shrugged. “Hope that’s okay. Didn’t want to just… show up.”

Y/N looked at the stuffed bear, then at him, her eyes softening.

“It’s more than okay. She’ll love this.”

George let out a small breath of relief. His eyes darted past her to the decorated yard, the little table set for kids, the hand-painted banner fluttering in the breeze.

“Is she…?” His voice dropped. “Is she mine?”

Y/N’s smile faltered, but only slightly.

She shook her head gently.

“No. She’s mine. But not yours, George.”

He studied her face carefully. Searching for anything that might say otherwise.

She didn’t flinch.

“Thank you for coming,” she added softly. “It means a lot. It’s really good to see you.”

He swallowed, managing a slow nod, though there was something unreadable in his eyes.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “You too, Y/N.”

But even as she turned back to welcome other guests, George glanced once more at the child-sized chairs and bright streamers.

His fingers tightened around the teddy bear.

He didn’t say anything else.

But part of him still wondered.

She’s four years old. She has to be mine.

─── 🏁

Meanwhile, just outside the gate, her friends noticed a guy lingering at the roadside, looking lost.

He wore sunglasses but kept pulling them down to scan the yard, confusion clear in the set of his jaw.

One of them squinted.

“Is that… the Australian guy?”

The other one elbowed her. “You idiot. She’s gonna get so mad at you.”

The first friend huffed. “Well he’s here now. He made time… That’s gotta count for something.”

They walked over.

“Hey,” one called, friendly enough. “You look a little lost.”

Oscar looked up, swallowing hard.

“Is this… the kid’s birthday party?”

They nodded, pointing to the banner.

He read it slowly.

4th Birthday.

Oscar’s heart thumped.

Four years.

His mind started putting the pieces together faster than he wanted to.

“Is she mine?” he thought, his stomach twisting.

His fingers tightened around the small, neatly wrapped gift he’d brought.

But instead of going in, he shook his head once, like clearing water from his ears, and turned back down the path.

“Hey… Where are you going?” one of the friends called.

He didn’t answer.

He just needed a moment.

─── 🏁

Y/N back at the cottage lingered at the doorway, pausing for a second to watch the scene outside.

Calista was perched on George’s knee, her little hands busy showing him the shiny new hair clips she'd gotten as gifts. He was listening seriously, nodding at every color she named like it was the most important thing in the world.

Y/N’s mouth curved despite herself.

“They’re sweet together,” her mother’s voice murmured beside her, quiet but amused.

Y/N glanced at her. “Yeah. He’s good with her.”

Her mother’s eyes didn’t leave the pair by the window. “She’s happy. You’ve made her a good life here.”

“I try,” Y/N admitted, voice soft.

A silence settled between them, gentle as dusk.

Then her mother’s voice lowered. “Do you think you’ll ever tell her? About her father?”

Y/N’s smile wavered. She swallowed.

“I don’t know.”

Her mother reached out, resting a warm hand on her arm.

“You don’t have to decide now. But she’ll want to know one day.”

Y/N blinked fast. Looking away.

“I know.”

─── 🏁

A few hours into the party, just as everyone was gathering around the table to sing Happy Birthday, the gate creaked open.

Oscar stood there, a little out of place in the bright tropical light, holding a carefully wrapped gift box in both hands.

Y/N’s heart stopped.

Beside her, one friend elbowed the other, whispering, “Look at her. She looks mortified.”

Oscar caught her eye, gave a small, uncertain wave, then waited by the gate while everyone sang.

Calista squealed as the song finished, leaning forward to blow out her candles, icing smearing her chin. The whole yard erupted in cheers.

Y/N clapped too, but her eyes kept flicking to the gate.

When the noise died down, she took a breath and walked toward him.

“Oscar,” she said quietly.

He straightened. “Hey.” He held out the gift, awkward but sincere. “For her.”

“What… what are you doing here?”

He blinked. “I got an invite. A few weeks ago. With her name on it. From you, I thought.” He paused, eyes searching hers. “Honestly, I didn’t think I’d ever hear from you again. But… if the invite meant something… maybe it was this?”

He glanced past her to where Calista was giggling, icing all over her chin, curls bouncing.

“A four-year-old little girl with your smile?”

Y/N’s throat tightened. She swallowed.

“Oscar… I didn’t send it.”

He looked stunned.

She continued before he could speak. “Yes. She’s my daughter. But she’s not yours.”

His jaw worked silently. He looked from Y/N to Calista and back, confusion and something like hurt settling over him.

“You’re sure?” he asked roughly.

“I’m sure.”

He dropped his gaze to the gift in his hands. “I… I still want to give this to her.”

Y/N’s voice softened. “Of course. Thank you for coming all this way. It… means a lot. You’re welcome to stay if you’d like.”

He nodded slowly, but it was clear he was processing it all.

Before either of them could say anything else, her friends who’d been shamelessly eavesdropping hurried over.

“Aussie, I mean Oscar! You made it!” one beamed, hooking an arm through his.

“We were just about to serve food, come on,” another chimed in, tugging at him.

Oscar gave Y/N one last searching look but let himself be pulled away.

As they steered him toward the table, he turned his head, gaze flicking back to Calista, watching her laugh with cake on her face.

Four years, he thought, heart tight in his chest.

Four years since that night.

It has to be me. 

─── 🏁

Lando was the last to arrive.

It was getting dark, the sun slipping low behind the palm trees, staining the sky in streaks of pink and orange. The salty breeze ruffled his hair as he walked the narrow, sandy path he remembered all too well.

Four years.

He remembered walking here with her beside him, their shoulders bumping, laughter spilling out in the warm night. He remembered thinking he might stay forever.

His chest tightened.

The glow of the cottage lights appeared ahead, lanterns strung up between the palms casting soft circles of gold on the yard. He heard music, laughter, someone calling for another slice of cake.

His steps slowed.

What am I even doing here?

He ran a hand over his face, exhaling shakily.

Then, suddenly, a flurry of motion. A few little kids ran down the path, shrieking with glee. Lando automatically stepped aside, smiling despite himself.

But one of them didn’t dodge in time.

A small figure crashed into his legs with an oof, nearly falling over.

“Whoa, hey, careful!” Lando reached out instinctively, steadying her by the shoulders.

The little girl blinked up at him, eyes wide. She rubbed her nose and mumbled, “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t see you.”

Her curls tumbled around her cheeks as she looked up at him, mortified.

Lando’s heart stopped.

“Hey,” he said gently, crouching down until they were eye to eye. “It’s okay. No need to be scared.”

She peeked up at him from under long lashes, still blinking back tears.

“Promise?” she held up her small hand, pinky extended.

Lando blinked. His heart turned to complete mush.

“Promise,” he breathed, looping his pinky around hers.

Her smile broke across her face like sunshine.

“Thank you,” she whispered, like it was a secret just for him.

That was when he really saw her.

Those green eyes. His green eyes.

And that little mole beside her nose.

He almost forgot how to speak.

“What’s your name?” he asked softly.

“Calista,” she said, lifting her chin proudly. “Today I’m four.”

His breath caught.

Four.

Four years since he last walked this path. Since her mother had stood here, laughing in the same sunlight.

“That’s a beautiful name,” he managed, voice rough around the edges.

She beamed, bouncing on her toes.

“Thank you!”

He glanced around, fighting to keep the emotion off his face.

“And… are you out here all alone, birthday girl?”

She shook her head, curls swishing.

“No, silly,” she said, pointing at the pink balloons. “My party’s over there. My mama says I run too fast sometimes.”

Lando felt everything inside him twist, fear, wonder, hope.

“Well, I think you’re very brave,” he said softly.

She giggled, clutching her ribbon.

“Bye-bye!”

Then she turned and sprinted back toward the cottage, curls bouncing like a halo in the sun.

But before she reached the steps, a tall figure in a light pink linen shirt stepped out from the shade of the porch.

“Calista,” Toto called gently.

She squealed in delight, slowing down immediately and running right into his arms.

“Papa Toto!”

Lando felt his breath catch in his throat. Watching her small arms wrap around Toto’s neck, her laughter ringing out, did something to him.

Toto looked up just then and spotted Lando standing on the path. Their eyes met across the small yard, and understanding flickered in Toto’s gaze.

He let Calista down carefully, patting her shoulder.

“Go on, sweetheart. Go help your mama, hm?”

“Okay!” she chirped, running off with all the purpose in the world.

The air between the two men stretched.

Lando swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the pounding of his own heart. He forced himself to walk forward, closing the distance.

He stopped a few feet away.

“Is that… your granddaughter?” Lando asked, voice low and uncertain. The words felt rough in his mouth.

Toto didn’t answer immediately. He followed Lando’s gaze to where Calista was now, chasing after another child in the yard.

Finally, he nodded.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “That’s her.”

Lando swallowed hard.

She really did look like him. He couldn’t stop seeing it now. The green-hazel eyes, the little mole beside her nose, the curls that refused to stay tied back.

His chest felt tight, painfully tight.

Toto’s hand landed heavily but not unkindly on his shoulder.

“She’s a good kid,” Toto added softly. “Smart. Kind. Stubborn as anything.”

Lando’s breath hitched. He couldn’t speak.

Toto squeezed once before letting go, gesturing toward the cottage.

“If you want answers, you won’t get them from me.” He nodded in Y/N’s direction.

She was standing at the cake table, hair a little messy from the humid breeze, smiling as she handed another slice of cake to a giggling child. For a moment she laughed, pushing her hair back behind her ear, so unguarded he felt it in his chest like a punch.

“Talk to her,” Toto said quietly.

Lando’s eyes didn’t leave Y/N.

He clenched his jaw, and in that moment, watching her in the golden glow of lantern light, he wasn’t sure what kind of answer he wanted.

─── 🏁

Lando set the paper bag on the gift table, careful, almost too careful, and walked away before he could second guess himself.

He didn’t stop walking until he reached the dock.

The same one.

The same place he’d told her his name four years ago, under string lights and fireworks, with salt in the air and wonder in his chest.

He ran a hand through his curls and exhaled hard, trying to clear the fog in his head.

But it didn’t work.

Because all he could think about was her. The girl who wore independence like armor and tasted like freedom. The girl who disappeared from his life without warning, and somehow lived in every corner of it anyway.

And now, the child.

That little girl with eyes that mirrored his, a smile that made his chest tighten until it hurt.

Calista.

He didn’t need a DNA test. He’d known the moment she bumped into him. The moment she said “Sorry, sir,” like he was a stranger. Like he wasn’t part of her.

Even Toto saw it. The way he looked at the girl, there was no hiding it.

Lando checked the time. Sunset had passed. The yard would be emptying by now.

He turned around and walked back.

The lights were still strung up, but the laughter had faded. Only a few chairs remained. A forgotten balloon drifted across the grass.

And there she was.

Y/N stood alone near the table, staring down at a paper bag with a tilted head. Her brows furrowed as she picked it up and turned it over, fingers brushing the small tag.

Happy Birthday – Lando Norris

She froze.

Then looked up.

And he was already there standing quietly by the gate, watching her.

She blinked once, stunned, before quickly stepping back.

“What are you doing here?” she said, voice sharp, guarded.

Lando’s jaw tensed, but his eyes never left hers.

“Is Calista my daughter?” he asked, no hesitation this time.

Y/N scoffed, anger flashing through her. “Why the hell are you here, Lando?”

He let out a breath, somewhere between a laugh and a cry.

“I don’t know, Y/N. You tell me.”

His voice cracked, low and urgent.

“Why did your father invite me to his granddaughter’s birthday? Why did I drop a million-dollar sponsorship to come to a little girl’s party halfway across the world? Why am I standing here, at a party for the daughter of the girl who broke my heart and feeling like maybe... maybe I never stopped waiting for her?”

Silence.

The air stretched tight between them.

Y/N opened her mouth, then shut it. 

Lando took a step forward, softer this time.

“Just tell me,” he said. “Please. Is she mine?”

She swallowed hard, fingers tightening around the paper bag.

“You don’t have the right to ask me that,” she hissed. “Not when you’re the one who left.”

Lando’s jaw clenched, eyes dark and hurt.

“You pushed me away, Y/N.” His voice broke with anger he tried to swallow. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like I just walked off. I was willing to give it all up, for you. For us. If you’d let me, I would’ve done that in a second.”

He took a step closer, voice dropping low and pleading.

“So please. Don’t shut me out this time. Don’t push me away again. I deserve to know if she’s mine. And she deserves to know who her father is.”

Her breath shuddered. Her eyes burned.

“She has me, Lando.” Her words were sharp, brittle. “She’s had me since the day she was born. I raised her all alone, without you or anyone’s help for that matter.”

He let out a harsh, disbelieving laugh.

“That’s not fair.” His voice cracked. “You never even gave her the chance to find out.”

“She didn’t need to,” she spat, chest heaving. “Because she’s not yours.”

Lando shook his head slowly, eyes shining.

“Bullshit,” he whispered. “You know it. You know it every time you look at her. Don’t lie to me. Don’t lie to yourself. I see it clear as day, Y/N. I felt it the second I met her. She’s mine. You know she’s mine.”

Tears welled in her eyes. She shoved the paper bag against his chest.

“Go home, Lando.” Her voice broke on the words. “The party’s over.”

He held the bag, frozen, his breath ragged.

She didn’t look back as she turned away, shoulders shaking.

And he stood there in the dying light, alone on the path they used to walk together, clutching the gift he’d brought for the daughter he wasn’t allowed to claim.

Y/N didn’t make it far.

She barely stepped into the kitchen before her legs gave out, hands gripping the counter for balance. Her chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as she stared at the floor, blinking back tears.

Behind her, quiet footsteps approached.

“Y/N?”

Her mother’s voice was soft, careful, already sensing she’d walked into something delicate.

Y/N didn’t turn around. She shut her eyes, willing herself to keep breathing.

“Is everything alright?”

“I’m fine,” she said too quickly, swiping the back of her hand across her cheek.

Her mother didn’t buy it. She moved closer but didn’t force it, simply reaching for a kitchen towel and folding it neatly beside her daughter’s trembling hand.

Then she glanced out the window.

Outside, she could see him. Lando Norris. Leaving slowly down the path, head low, shoulders tense. He paused to set a small paper bag gently on the porch step.

Y/N’s mother watched in silence for a moment. Then her voice dropped to a hush.

“Is he Calista’s father?”

Y/N didn’t answer. She just lifted her eyes, wet and shining, to meet her mother’s.

And that was the only answer she needed.

─── 🏁

Calista had been watching too. The little girl tilted her head, frowning in confusion. She slipped out the door quietly, careful with her steps.

She spotted the paper bag on the step and picked it up with both hands.

Then she ran after him.

“Sir! You forgot your bag!”

She tugged at the hem of his shirt, breathless and earnest. Lando turned, startled. He looked down at her big green eyes, his eyes blinking up at him, the mole by her nose catching the dying light.

His heart clenched so painfully he nearly forgot how to speak.

He dropped to her height, voice rough.

“That’s for you, sweetheart,” he managed, pushing the bag back into her hands. “Happy birthday.”

Her face lit up instantly.

“Thank you! Thank you!” She squealed as she peeked inside and saw the flower crown and chocolates. “Thank you so much! I love chocolates!”

He swallowed, voice hoarse. “Yeah? Me too.”

She beamed at him. “Did you try the cake? My mama baked it. It’s really good.”

He shook his head slowly. “I didn’t get to.”

Her eyes went wide. She grabbed his wrist. “You have to! As thank you! Come, follow!”

He felt himself waver. He wanted nothing more than to follow her.

But he looked at her tiny fingers around his, then up at the cottage.

He pulled his hand gently free.

“I don’t think I should…”

Her bottom lip trembled a little. “Please?”

He felt everything in him begin to break.

He forced a small smile and brushed her curls off her forehead.

“I have to go,” he whispered.

She blinked up at him, confused but obedient. “Okay… bye, sir!”

“Bye, Calista. Happy birthday.”

He turned around, heart leaden in his chest.

He didn’t look back right away. He couldn’t.

But as he finally chanced one last glance over his shoulder, he saw her.

Calista, standing in the yard, sliding the flower crown over her curls. Beaming as she tore open the chocolate packet.

She looked just like her mother did all those years ago.

He felt something in his chest shatter.

And when he heard someone call out “Calista!” from the porch, he turned his back for the second time.

Leaving his heart behind for the second time.

Wishing she would call for him, for the second time.

─── 🏁

thank you so much for the support: @anunstablefangirl !

[sysig]

If it’s not you, what’s the point! (Patreon)

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Rhett & Link's Wonderhole

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIANNE EVELYN GABRIEL FAITHFULL (DECEMBER 29, 1946)

[a-gay-bloodmage]

Day 26: Isn’t It Improper?

(Josephine Montilyet x Semiha Silva-Adaar)

Now that she’s fought for Josephine’s hand and won, sealed the Breach, lost her arm, and disbanded the Inquisition—listed in no particular order of importance, of course—Semiha Silva-Adaar can’t help but wonder if she can do anything to properly endear herself to the Montilyet family.

Written for the @loveofdragonage event!

Rating: Explicit

Read on Archive of Our Own Here!

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Some Peppino art I made from the beginning of this year starting with this

Dumb episode idea: Everyone finally manages to convince Peppino to go on a diet, only for him to find his way into spending way too much money for some crazy routine (half a lettuce leaf a day), then later loses it and eats like 20 pizzas in the end and realizes that Mr. Stick was behind it all so he could take Peppino's money (again)

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Hi pookie! I absolutely love your writing :)

My birthday is tomorrow, so I was wondering your thoughts on Joshua and birthday sex🤔

Birthday girl || Hong Joshua x Reader

Word count:900+

Notes: happy very later birthday anon hehe hope you enjoy!

It's your birthday morning, and you wake up before Joshua. You decide to wake him up in a special way. You gently shake him, calling out his name softly.

"Joshua, wake up," you whisper, a mischievous smile on your face. Joshua stirs in his sleep, slowly opening his eyes. He looks at you groggily, a confused expression on his face.

"Hmm? What time is it?" he mumbles, rubbing his eyes. You lean in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. "It's my birthday," you whisper, your breath hot against his skin. "And I want to celebrate." Joshua's eyes widen as he realizes what you mean. He turns to face you fully, a smile spreading across his face.

"Happy birthday, baby," he says, his voice still thick with sleep. "I have a special gift for you." He pulls you closer, his hands roaming over your body. "I'll make sure you have the best birthday morning ever," he promises, his lips finding yours in a deep kiss. Joshua kisses you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands grip your hips. He rolls on top of you, his body pressing against yours.

"I love giving you this gift," he murmurs between kisses. "You deserve to be worshipped on your birthday."He begins to kiss down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of hot kisses on your skin. His hands slide under your shirt, caressing your bare skin.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his lips moving lower. "And you're all mine." He pushes your shirt up, exposing your chest. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently as his hand plays with the other one.

Joshua's hair is disheveled from sleep, sticking up in all directions. His shorts are tented, the fabric straining against his erection. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You're making me hard," he groans, his voice rough with need.

He grinds his hips against you, the bulge in his shorts pressing against your core. "I can't help it when you look at me like that," he admits, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs. He kisses you again, more urgently this time. "I need you," he breathes out, his lips moving to your ear. "I need to be inside you."

"I need you too," you reply, your voice filled with want. "But first, I want to see how much you want me." Joshua smirks, understanding your challenge. He sits up, straddling your hips. He reaches down and pulls his shorts off, his cock springing free.

"Like this?" he asks, his hand wrapping around his shaft. He starts to stroke himself slowly, his eyes locked on yours.

"I've been dreaming about you all night," he confesses, his breathing becoming heavier. "I can't wait to make you feel good."

"This is a very special birthday gift," Joshua says, his hand moving faster on his cock. "Just for you." He leans down again, capturing your lips in another heated kiss. His free hand slips under your waistband, sliding into your panties.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard," he promises, his fingers finding your clit. "And then I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name." Joshua grinds his cock against your clothed pussy, the fabric creating delicious friction. He groans at the sensation, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he pants, his hips moving in a slow rhythm. "I can feel how wet you are through these panties." He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down just enough to expose your entrance. He teases you with the tip of his cock, rubbing it against your folds.

"I want to feel you," he growls, his voice strained with need. "I want to feel how tight and wet you are for me." Joshua tears your panties off in one swift motion, the fabric snapping against your skin. He tosses the ruined garment aside, his eyes darkening with lust.

"I'll buy you a hundred new pairs," he says, his voice rough. "But right now, I need to feel you bare." He positions himself at your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your slick hole. He looks down at you, his expression a mix of desire and possessiveness.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" he asks, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Ready for me to fill you up?"

"Yes, please," you moan, arching your back in anticipation. "I'm so ready for you, Joshua." Joshua grins at your response, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He pushes into you slowly, groaning as he feels your tight walls stretch around him.

"Fuck," he curses, his head dropping to your shoulder. "You're so tight. You always feel so good." He bottoms out inside you, his hips flush against yours. He pauses for a moment, giving you time to adjust to his size. Joshua hisses as your nails dig into his skin, leaving red marks on his back. He loves the feeling of your nails on him, the slight pain only adding to his pleasure.

"You're so needy," he growls, starting to move his hips in a slow, deep rhythm. "You want it rough, don't you?" He grips your thighs, lifting your legs up to wrap around his waist. The new angle allows him to go even deeper, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.

"Tell me how bad you want it," he demands, his pace quickening. "Tell me how much you love my cock."

"I love your cock so much," you moan, your voice trembling with pleasure. "I love how big and hard it is. I love the way you fill me up and make me feel so good." Joshua smirks at your words, clearly pleased with your response. He leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading your mouth as he continues to pound into you.

"Good girl," he praises, his breath hot against your skin. "You're such a good girl for me. Taking my cock so well on your birthday." He shifts his angle again, aiming directly for your g-spot with each thrust. Joshua watches as you grip the sheets tightly, your knuckles turning white. He can see the pleasure written all over your face, your eyes glazed over with lust.

"You're so beautiful when you're like this," he says, his voice filled with admiration. "So beautiful and mine." He picks up the pace even more, his hips snapping against yours with a relentless force. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with your moans and his grunts.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard," he promises, his hand moving to rub your clit in tight circles. "I want to feel you cum around my cock, baby." Joshua's fingers work skillfully on your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive you closer to the edge. He can feel your walls starting to flutter around him, a sign that you're getting close.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice strained. "Cum for me, Y/N. Cum all over my cock." He leans down to suck on your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys as he continues to thrust into you. His movements become more erratic, his own orgasm approaching.

"I'm close too," he pants, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm gonna cum inside you and fill you up."

"I'm cumming!" you cry out, your body tensing as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Joshua feels your walls clenching around him, and he groans loudly. He buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he releases his hot seed into you.

"Fuck, Y/N," he moans, his hips stuttering as he rides out his orgasm. "You feel so good when you cum. I love it." He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He peppers your face with soft kisses, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Joshua pulls out of you slowly, his cock still semi-hard. He looks down at you with a satisfied smile, his eyes filled with love and affection.

"Happy birthday, my love," he says, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I hope that was a good way to start your day." He rolls onto his side, pulling you into his arms. He traces lazy patterns on your skin with his fingers, admiring the way your body glows in the morning light.

"I have a whole day planned for us," he reveals, kissing the top of your head.

[clegfly]

Hey I just want to make this post really quickly to say:

All of you out there that are passionate about a piece of media, even just a little, just know that you are the foundation of what makes fandom spaces fun, creative, kind and enjoyable. NEVER forget that.

People try to bring other fandom spaces down all the time. Every fandom has its toxicity, and some bad sides are definitely more substantial and visible than others. It’s just what happens when you put a bunch of people together in one community, and shit’s bound to crop up at some point. But no matter what people’s general opinions on YOUR passions are, never, EVER let them get you down. Because your passion overrides any “toxicity” your space has.

Those that are creative, those that are analytical, those that have that very clear and very beautiful passion and love in their hearts for the media they talk about is what makes fandom spaces so beautiful and fantastic to me. Seeing others like me talk about and express through their own mediums just how much something I love means to them makes me feel a warmth in my heart you can’t get anywhere else.

So, I just wanted to say: I love you all. Please never let anyone get you down. You are all amazing, passionate people, and you are what makes fandom so special, to me and so many others. Keep doing what you’re doing.

[princesslocket]

Happy Birthday @kentaeran Boom! Amasai just for you~

[nekomamiiz]

Hiiii new moot!! 💕 congrats on the milestone! You deserve it!! 🥰 and I can't wait to read your next fics! 👀

If you can do it, for the event I wrote this.. I hope it's helpful 🥰

Name: Guya

Colours: grey, green, auburn, bordeaux

Season, hobbies, places: I love autumn with parks, coffe shops, libraries and my hobbies are reading, playing video games, watching movies/animes/TV series, listening to music, drawing (badly), daydreaming and petting stray cats!

Character: Kuroo or Oikawa (you choose!)

Personality: I'm shy and an introvert, but I like being kind to people, listen to them and help them out if they need. I've been told that I'm very patient and that my smile makes people happier as well. And even though I'm usually timid, when I'm comfortable around people I talk a lot and I'm funnier (I think, but more in a dork way ahaha)

guya x kuroo

no matter how long or stressful the work day seems to be, tetsurou finds all the comfort he needs in knowing that at the end of the day, he is able to come back home to you. dinner dates are very important to tetsurou; he loves wining and dining you like it’s the first time all over again, but what he cherishes most is when it’s just the two of you relaxing at home with a movie or building a world together on your favorite game. suddenly, whatever happened at work didn’t seem so bad because that smile on your face and the laugh that comes with it has magically erased his worries from his mind, and he will tell you how grateful he is to have you and your laughter in his life every day.

want to join? check out the event rules here!

[romanticatheartt]

Well f*cking done people. Keep this up and you'll chase away every single artist. Good job.

[nevvdrinksteaa]

PLEASE Spencer answering a work call in the middle of sex??? Super smutty

just wanna say that this is my first request and it makes me feel special so thank you !!! hopefully you like this <3

pairing: spencer reid x reader

warnings: 18+ nsfw smut, porn with small plot, afab reader, fingering, p in v sex, post prison spence, riding, doggy style, and missionary (yall were busy), spitting kink !!, spanking (once?), face slapping (i’m not sorry), slight oral (f receiving), lots of pet names (baby, angel, pretty girl), let me know if i missed anything !!

word count: 1.8k (got a little carried away)

also note to everyone- y’all absolutely devoured my spencer post the other day, a little less than 800 notes last i checked, and i just want to say i was very caught off guard and appreciate it so much !!

+ i apologize for the overuse of commas & very limited vocabulary,, i feel like i used the same 10 words smh

+ NOT PROOF READ !!

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“i was able to talk to the brass about getting the week off. the past few weeks have been tough and i think we all need a well deserved break.”

you were all gathered in the round table room for a meeting emily called. in the past two weeks, the team had been assigned three back to back cases; which meant three different unsubs, three different cities, and three different hotel rooms. you hadn’t slept in your own bed in fifteen days, already feeling giddy at the thought of snuggling up in your bed, binge watching mindless reality tv, and fueling yourself with nothing but sweet treats.

matt was the first to speak, already standing up gathering his things from the table, “as much as i love you all i’m going to rush home to the wife and kids, i miss their little faces”

you all followed suit, collecting all of your belongings and saying your goodbyes, all of you raving about your week off plans. you walked to your desk, grabbing your bag and keys. you walked towards the elevator, pressing the down button, watching it slowly fall from floor 10 to floor 9, before tapping your foot, slightly agitated about how long it seemed to be taking.

you heard footsteps heading your way, small taps on sneakers on the slick marble floor, before felt a slight nudge at your side “you know, being mad at it won’t make it work any faster”

you chuckle looking up, making eye contact with spencer before giving him a small grin. “i’m just really ready to get home.”

the elevator doors open, spencer waved his hand up, allowing you to go first, before following you in and pressing the main lobby button. “you in such a rush because you have a hot date to get to?”

you looked up at him and grinned, you felt spencer’s hand move to your back, rubbing the center in small circles with your thumb. you felt your face get hot and you allowed yourself to slightly lean into his touch. the elevator stopped at the lobby, a small chime signaling the doors opening, and you felt spencer’s hand fall back to his side before you both stepped out of the box.

you both made your way to the parking garage, spencer walking you to your car before he headed towards the station to take the subway. you got to your car, unlocking it and throwing your purse inside before looking up at him with a slight smirk “text me when you’re on your way”

he shook his head and laughed as he gave you a small wave goodbye and headed towards the subway.

~~~

it had only been three days since you were given the week off, enjoying the company of spencer in your bed two thirds of those nights. he texted you the same night as the encounter in the parking garage, eager to see you in a private setting.

“look how pretty you look sitting on my cock”

you were straddling him, your head thrown back with both hands on his shoulders as you tried to keep a quick pace. he had his hands pressed deep into your hips, helping you move in a fluid motion. you felt him hit your sweet spot every time you made your way down, letting out tiny whimpers at the feeling.

“i love when you use me like this, getting yourself off like a good girl”

you couldn’t hold in the loud moan you had been holding, feeling your stomach flutter at his words. you felt a slight burning in your thighs and you knew spencer’s shoulders held tiny crescent shapes from how tight your grip had become. you felt one of spencer’s hands move to your clit, rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves.

he grabbed your chin, making you look him in the eyes. you looked at him and grinned, fucked out and eager before you felt a sudden surge against your cheek before he let his hand rest there, rubbing his thumb to ease the pain.

“you gonna cum for me angel?”

“fuck- yes spence, i’m so- so close” you couldn’t even hear the words coming out of your mouth, your heartbeat beating so loud your hearing going out.

you moved your head down pushing your forehead to spencer’s with your eyes tight.

“cum for me baby, wanna feel you tighten around my cock.”

you felt that tight feeling in your stomach, the mix of his skilled fingers and his thick cock rubbing against your walls caused your breath to stop in your throat, your release making you see stars. you stopped your movement, breathing heavily as you leaned down into spencer. you felt soft kisses on your head and face, peppering you all over.

“did so good for me baby, love watching you use me”

you smiled against his neck, starting to do your own kissing. you felt his breath hitch when you found the sweet spot behind his ear, the small mole behind it always guiding you to the exact spot. you took your time, sucking and biting at the spot, grinding your hips, ready to keep going.

spencer gave your thigh a quick tap, before telling you to bend over. you were quick to roll over, propping yourself up on your hands and knees before slowly wiggling yourself back and forth to him.

you felt a sharp pain on your ass, a slight stinging feeling before you felt a tight grip run through your hair. you felt your body being pulled tightly to his, his chest flushed against your back. he moved one of his hands to your chest, a his fingers glazing your nipple, his other moving to your neck, pushing his thumb and middle finger to just the right spot to apply pressure.

“i let you use me, now it’s my turn to use you angel” spencer had leaned down to your ear, kissing your jaw before pushing you back down onto the bed.

spencer leaned down slightly, gripping your ass with both hands before spreading them. he let a trail of spit fall to your eager hole, before he rubbed it onto your pussy, giving your clit extra attention.

you moaned and pushed back into his touch before you felt him enter you quick and unforgiving, your ass jiggling with every move of his hips.

“fuck- so fucking deep” you arched your back, begging your body to somehow take him deeper. you felt his firm calloused hands rub against your back before settling into a position on your hips, his thumbs pressing small bruises into your skin.

“taking me so fuck-”

spencer’s voice was cut off by his phone ringing, vibrating on the nightstand beside you, and you felt his hips slow down, letting out a soft sigh as he was considering stopping completely.

you felt him hesitate but needed him to keep going, pushing your hips back into his trying to keep both of your focus.

“spence, please don’t stop” your voice still unsteady, “just ignore it”

spencer pulled out of you, and you let out a whine as the loss of contact. you rolled yourself over, making yourself comfortable on the pillows expecting him to walk away to return the call.

instead he leaned back over you and pulled you into a deep kiss, holding your face in both hands. your lips parting slightly when you felt his tongue lick your bottom lip, allowing your tongues to meet.

spencer grabbed his dick, rubbing over your clit before he lined himself up with you, gasping when he pushed himself in.

“you’re so fucking perfect angel”

he pulled away, lifting your legs up to your shoulders and latching his hands to your thighs. he found himself moving slow and deep, like he was trying to memorize the way you felt around him.

you moved your hands to play with your nipples, rolling the hard buds between your finger tips. he bent down, pushing his weight into you, almost like he was folding you. he pooled spit into his mouth before he let it go to your clit, moving his hand to the bundle of nerves.

“want you to cum again for me pretty girl, want one more before i fill you up”

you let out a moan, sighing before you went to speak “gonna fill me-”

you were cut off by the phone ringing again, the buzzing sound making you forget your thoughts. spencer dropped your thighs and leaned over before giving you a quick kiss before he reached over to grab phone.

“spencer do not answer that”

he moved his finger to his lips, making a shushing motion “it’s emily”

you rolled your eyes, ready to kick him out and finish yourself off before heading to bed when you felt him move again. he moved his hand to cover your mouth before answering the phone.

“doctor reid”

you felt yourself get wetter, the sound of your slick filling the room, your moan mumbled behind his hand. spencer’s motion was relentless, his pace quick and brutal, jabbing your sweet spot with every push.

“i thought we were getting the week off”

your leg was lifted up, making the angle even deeper and you felt your eyes roll back, out of pleasure or annoyance you couldn’t tell. there was no way you were getting called in.

“i can get a hold of her for you, i remember her mentioning something about having a date this week”

you grinned, giggling behind his hand before spencer moved the phone to hold it on his shoulder, letting his now free hand to move back down. he never took his eyes off you, holding a shit eating grin as he felt you squeezing him tighter, squirming at how close you were. you furrowed your brows and pinched your eyes shut.

“i’ll be there in an hour”

you heard the phone beep, signaling the call was disconnected. spencer moved his hand away from your mouth down to your neck, cursing as he heard you gasp.

“did so good for me pretty girl”

his hips stopped deep inside you as you felt his cock twitch, filling you up. he groaned as he felt you cumming again, keeping his thumb in place to help your orgasm finish and you let a loud moan out in response. spencer gave you a long kiss, nipping at your bottom lip before he trailed his lips down your neck. he pulled himself out of you, grinning at the soft sigh you let out. he kept his lips on your body, trailing them down your stomach before reaching your thighs and nipping at the sensitive skin.

he moved his tongue and licked a long strip up your pussy, sucking on your clit before pulling up to look at you, shit eating grin on his face. “we’ve got roughly 30 minutes, that’s enough time for me to help you clean up, right angel?”

[dollyichi]

BETTER THAN A BLANKET!

katsuki bakugou x f ! reader ᯓ★ 1.04k words. fluff / established relationship / not proofread / maybe ooc but you know… it’s a sleepy bakugou

katsuki has this habit of moving you on top of him. it’s a very pure, almost natural, but mindless action that just happens when you’re together.

it happens more frequently on a lazy, late afternoon during his off days. when the sun’s about to set and the both of you are enjoying each other’s company. laying down side by side, comfortable in each other’s silence.

the errands for the day were done and instead of going on a date outside, you opted to just get back home quickly—he definitely had no complaints at all, in fact, he was happy to stay at home with you, especially since he was barely even at home because of the several missions and emergencies he was dispatched to. to him, a big flaw of being a hero is being away from their lover for long periods of time—but it’s always more important that the world you helped widen for him is safer for you.

when you got home, you watched a few movies with him. laughing about the cheesy romcoms that’s number one on the streaming site. throwing popcorn when he mocks a cringy line. “well shit, he was really fucking stupid for that. can’t be me.” was your favorite comment from him, making a mental note in your head that he really hates slow-burn romance. definitely hates cheating routes too, thinking the whole film is a waste of time.

sooner or later, the two of you end up getting a little drowsy, wanting to take that power nap that the two of you deserved after the hell you guys went through this week. both of you are just waiting for sleep to hit and drift off in each other’s arms.

this moment you have with him is always special, never failing to tug on your heartstrings, especially since the golden shine of the sun passes through the thin curtains of your lovely home, landing perfectly on his pretty face that’s trying to blink and stay awake all because he always preferred you falling asleep first. half lidded eyes that still shined prettily accompanied by the warm rays.

when katsuki gets extra groggy and sluggish, he pulls you over on top him all too suddenly. tugging at your arm, looking at you like a puppy wanting treats. his mouth’s in a straight line yet his eyes already is saying a lot, it is one of the most expressive parts of him if he chooses not to speak.

and you let him, moving on top of him while he maneuvered you to however he liked, landing on him with a soft thud. you scoot a little bit to be more comfortable. nuzzling your face against his neck when you’re already put in place, “he smells so nice,” you think. he wraps his arms around you in such a tender embrace—you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. also spreading his legs apart so yours could stay on the mattress in case your legs get numb later on, he’s so considerate.

your arms under his while you softly cling to the sleeves of his shirt. you’re both chest to chest, almost feeling each other’s heartbeats. he loved doing this so much because you being his very own personal blanket would always bring him comfort. you’re always just so full of warmth and he always wants to feel it from head to toe—this is just the best position to have it possible.

you’ll talk for a bit, saying how you missed him all week and he grins at you. “yeah? your boyfriend left you all alone huh? what a dumbass.” and then you’ll tell him some stories about what you did at work, chatting about how the coffee machine keeps breaking cause an intern hasn’t learned to use it properly. he’d give you replies in small phrases, happily listening to your voice while fighting the drowsiness that’s kicking in. chuckles whenever your pitch gets higher from your rants. then you’d go back to telling him how you saw him at the news the other day, how you always worried a lot, which always made him a little sad but it couldn’t be helped.

but you’re pouting at him so cutely he ends up smiling. “i’m here now aren’t i?” he asks in a way that reassures you. “mhm, safe and sound.” you say, nudging your cheek against his.

you really wished time could slow down, even for just a bit, just to have katsuki all to yourself for a little while longer.

eventually your chat with him turns to a slower pace, your voice gradually getting softer and softer, and words more disconnected as your mind gets hazy with sleep.

he mumbles a small, “sleepy?” and you snuggle deeper onto him, which immediately translates to his head as a ‘yes.’ he doesn’t ‘bother’ you anymore with any other words or further conversation. instead, he kisses the top of your head while he waits for you to drift off before him. and he repeatedly tells you how much he loved you, at least in his head he did.

you’re closing your eyes while he rubs your back, soothing you into that dreamscape while you hope to see him right there next to you just like you are now.

when you wake up you’re in the same place you were in, except the extra warmth on your back with your puffy comforter that katsuki somehow placed on without waking you.

you figured it’s time to start preparing dinner from how dark the room is. yet, with the way he looked so cute sleeping so soundly under the cool hue of the moonlight you think it’s probably fine to sleep for a few more minutes.

and you kiss him just for a little while before you lay back down. not knowing he was awake a few minutes after you did and hoped you wouldn’t notice the blush that’s creeping up his cheeks. “that was dangerous,” he thought to himself. maybe it was cause he was still high off from his dream but whenever you make his heart skip a beat this much it makes him want to ask you to be his girlfriend again (i think this definitely calls for a ring katsuki!)

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