#just say the fucking plus ffs??

[lookingforhappy]

im sorry i really hate all the people saying they liked the final season so everyone should take a chill pill

like stfu im glad you had fun but the rest of us just watched every reason we like this show get turned on its head and destroyed in 6 episodes

our reasons for liking this show are clearly very different which is fine but please acknowledge that what ruins it for us might not ruin it for you.. and unless you're engaging with us to discuss these differences or analyse why it did or didnt fail please just stop being an asshole?

you're allowed to like it just like how we're allowed to hate it but jesus christ leave us alone

[cloyingcadaver]

x

[mirai-desu]

As a huge friends to lovers enjoyer… it makes me so sad that the message of MSATD became don’t ever fall in love with your best friend or it will ruin your friendship 🥴

Like, they had William fall in love with Eliza too deeply too fast for the pacing that what RN/TPTB wanted (their apparent opinion, not mine obviously), despite the fact they are the ones who wrote that pacing. Like the call is coming from inside the house babes--

But then William felt like he had to leave the whole ass country because he couldn’t be around her anymore (and mind you, while he was still recovering from being shot and being in a coma!!!) because he felt like she didn’t return the same feelings at the same level as him, and that fucking sucks so much ugh

Like no matter “the why” this all happened, that’s the ultimate message and it’s horrible and hurts and I hate that they have perpetuated this.

Especially when you SHOULD be friends with your significant other, no matter at what point you fall in love.

And yes, Eliza's characterization ended up being all over the place thanks to shoddy writing, but she DID love him back, RN just refused to let her voice it, because she though that would ruin the show. HA.

And if they were going for something like "well sometimes it doesn't work out" ... if the show is about their bond and everything they've said before, then why just not make it actually tragic and kill him off then??? So what, they just don't fight for each other??? make it make sense

anyway it really doesn't matter which way you slice, it this whole thing still just sucks

[and I needed to get this rant out of my drafts because they are going to start S5 promo soon and I simply want nothing to do with it at all]

[terryboot]

Looking at comments on my footy teams insta posts and i seriously have to wonder if these knobs are watching the same team

[starboundsingularities]

good lird they did not make a gimmick blog about a real life murder

#someone fucking DIED but whatever who gives a shit it's funny i guess

7 notes

🥚 eggvidenced Follow

honestly with how suspicious and confusing everything on the dl-6 case was i wouldn't be surprised if it came out that it was that prosecutor guy tbh

🌟 rockliker270 Follow

date posted: june 23, 2010

1,834,853 notes

⚖️ courtofpublicopinions Follow

🌟 rockliker270 Follow

ok hear me out. what abt winston payne though

🧊 just--ice Follow

okay now they're just making lawyers up

#also didn't mvk die or something?

28,932 notes

🔥 triedbyfire Follow

why the fuck are you people still posting about the gavinners as if theyre not copaganda. didn't the guitarist get convicted of murder

🎸 guiltiest-lovers837 Follow

so fucking tired of this "um um didn't daryan get convicted of murder" YEAH AND HE'S LITERALLY NOT IN THE FUCKING BAND ANYMORE. dipshit

🔥 triedbyfire Follow

are you gonna address the copaganda thing or

1,092 notes

🌻 attorneybout Follow

he's so. 😳

📂 trialanderror Follow

why is he defending

📂 trialanderror Follow

OP WHY IS HE DEFENDING???

24,374 notes

🦈 giantlakemonsters Follow

i just wanna hear about another gourdy sighting thats all

🥜 liberdeez Follow

op. i'm so sorry op. gourdy isn't real you have to let her go. they had a whole trial about it.

🔐 wrightorwrong Follow

hi!! so this isn't actually the case as while gourdy was briefly mentioned in a trial, said trial had nothing to do with whether or not gourdy was "real" per se as much as. well. murder, actually. while gourdy WAS found out to be an inflatable steel samurai this was not brought up in the case at all as the veracity of gourdy wasn't really as relevant as the fact that the witness was looking for gourdy rather than at the murder she claimed to have seen. plus this was also a relatively small part of a MUCH larger trial which for those interested not only solved the dl-6 case but ALSO marked the end of prosecutor von karma's ~40 year long record and the court records are really a fascinating read through!!

🦀 mad_libz_87 Follow

net 0 information post

#thanks again lawblr

94,834 notes

🍒 cherriescoola Follow

btw i was at the park the other day and klavier gavin (of gavinners fame) was there and obv there was a huge crowd but this guy was there with him and at some point he (the other guy) waved to the crowd and someone still screamed like it was klavier??? who was that guy ive never seen him before in my life

2,284 notes

🩸 has-dl6-been-solved-yet Follow

December 28, 2016

YES!!!

702,947 notes

🪙 tellerlikeitis Follow

guys help i'm a bank teller and this guy just introduced himself as robin banks what do i do

🔪 violencekilling Follow

you gotta let him rob you that's the law

302,948 notes

👻 ghostesswiththemostest Follow

look if i ever get convicted of murder im just hiring the lawyer with the coolest sounding name

💼 courtofwaw Follow

bestie if you already got convicted it is Too Late

62,193 notes

📋 lawandwhoreder Follow

guys i know it's real fun to think people just can predict whatever but if you look at the earliest reblogs of that post that "guessed" the true killer in the dl-6 case it was actually a post about how they didn't want to go to the store. clearly edited

#stg nobody bothers to factcheck anything anymore

7,293 notes

🐺 lawnewolf Follow

i am NOT homophobic or whatever the fuck you guys are saying now i just think its weird to write fanfiction about realass people?? go touch grass ffs

🌈 lawsbian Follow

the fun police (this guy) putting me in yaoi court but the lawyers (phoenix witrght and miles edgeworth) just keep trying to make out (real court is like this too btw)

🐺 lawnewolf Follow

YOU HAVE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU.

#look idc what your enemies to lovers fic bullshit says #they're straight. and more importantly REAL PEOPLE. #there's TENSION because they are in COURT and there are LIVES on the LINE. #not because they wanna fuck. god.

12,293 notes

🔮 inhighspirits Follow

why dont they just ask the spirit mediums to ask the victims who killed them this law shit is easy

837,495 notes

💞 lawveyourself Follow

seriously i cant believe they gave this guy a law degree

💞 lawveyourself Follow

what do you mean evidence fraud

503,893 notes

🎧 instrumentalillness Follow

fuck you *unguilties your love*

384,568 notes

🎀 copiicat Follow

perjury isnt illegal btw in fact if youre one of tge witnesses youre legally required to lie on the stand. thats why everyone does it. trust me

[artbiter]

wolf in sheep's clothing

art donaldson/reader nsfw summary: art falls for you first yet patrick gets the fortune of having you. what else is art supposed to do but play dirty? tags: stanford!art, stanford reader too, art is a borderline homewrecker, art donaldson is a SNAKE, patrick gets cucked right under his nose </3, oral, slight body worship, TBH idk note: hi this is my first time writing ff since .. 2021 .. and this is definitely a diff style from the ao3-approach i usually take to writing but please enjoy i really like art donaldson i really like challengers and i really like art taking what he wants (and i really like mike faist in blonde curls)

art donaldson is not a homewrecker, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't waiting for his chance with you.

he first meets you at one of his games, eyes flitting over the crowd and panting hard after a rather close singles win, before his gaze is magnetically drawn to your pretty face in the bleachers. smiling with your friends, you look so happy to just be watching this game, and when you make eye contact with art you wave excitedly like he's a celebrity, and whisper to your friends after he salutes back with a grin, trying to catch the breath your gorgeous smile has knocked out of him.

he wants to find you so bad after, and so he does. your friends are tennis groupies, hanging behind to flirt with any guy with a racket in hand, but you're just there for moral support. he chases after you just before you leave, just to say hi. an innocuous greeting and thanks for your support. and he sees how jealous your friends are that you tag along once with them and immediately get picked up by art freaking donaldson, but you seem to be oblivious, beaming at him and clasping your hands to your chest. you tell him he was great out there, that you've never "gotten" tennis but that you can feel he's a pro anyway. you part ways and he can't stop thinking about you.

when he tells patrick that he's met the prettiest girl he's ever seen at one of his matches, patrick thinks it's endearing and the epitome of dumb puppy love.

"did you even get her name? or were you just drooling over her?"

"nah, that would've been weird... right? oh shit, should i have? i was trying to be normal about it, i don't know." art beats himself up for not even picking up on your name in conversation, and resolves to seek out your identity and ask you out.

so when he finally has the fortune of seeing you again at a party, he's heartbroken when you smile and wave to patrick in tow.

"patrick!" you laugh and bound up to the pair. "didn't take you as a stanford party type of guy."

"i'm a plus one tonight. lucky i ran into you, huh?" patrick is eye-fucking you and doesn't even try to hide it, and art feels like doubling over in pure grief.

patrick notices but says nothing, only introducing you to art. "yeah, i'm here with my buddy art." he slaps art on the back lightly and art finds out that you and patrick met at another party before this. he remembers you from patrick's anecdotes over lunch, where patrick wouldn't shut up about the hottest chick he's ever seen who wouldn't go home with him, but has been texting ever since.

some other girl, presumably one of your friends, attaches herself to art's arm for the rest of the night, but he can't bring himself to notice or care when patrick kisses you and you lean into it.

patrick got to you first, and art hates himself for it. he won't admit it, but he feels the resentment festering inside of him as soon as patrick announces it's official.

the next best course of action for art is to play the best friend role, obviously. except like the unassuming snake art is, he's going to be your best friend, too.

he's your puppy, waiting on your beck and call — whatever you need, he's got it. your bio homework is impossible? sure, you can copy his. you got no sleep last night? he has your regular order from your favorite café committed to memory. patrick's being such a bad boyfriend? oh, tell him all about it.

"he's so inconsiderate," you whine, slumping over your pillow. "can you believe he forgot our six months? and when i brought it up, he didn't even say sorry. he was just, like, 'i didn't know we were still in high school.' i wanted to die, art, really."

art clicks his tongue in sympathy, criss-crossed on your dorm floor and nodding along to your laments. "no, he's definitely wrong here. i'm sorry he forgot something so important." for good measure, he adds in, "guys should be looking out for their girlfriends all the time. i'd be celebrating monthly anniversaries if i had a girl."

"ugh, right? i thought so, too." you flop back onto your bed, turning your head to gaze at art. he thinks you're so beautiful like this, clad in a t-shirt and shorts, bare faced with tears tinging your eyes. "you're a good guy. i don't know why you don't just date."

he doesn't want to date anyone if it isn't you, but he doesn't say this.

art watches you and patrick continue for another few rocky months, marked by arguments spawned from patrick's chronic nonchalance and your sensitivity to his perceived lack of care. and art gets the full report from both sides; patrick tells him all the time about how he's really trying to make you happy and support you, but he doesn't see why you value such small things. and you cry to art, sobbing that patrick never takes you out anymore if it isn't to fuck, that patrick is too friendly to other girls. art thinks to himself that patrick doesn't deserve you, but he rubs small circles on your back and reassures you that you need to do what's right for yourself.

(he's elated when you don't remove yourself from his touch.)

when you finally break it off with patrick, he hears it from his best friend first.

"dude, she dumped me." patrick's voice buzzes over the phone. "not gonna lie, i saw this one coming. but i thought i was doing good, seriously. fuck, what am i gonna do?"

"i'm sorry, man," art sympathizes before he hears a knock on his door. "yeah, it really does suck. take a breather for a few days. i'm sorry, but i really have to go right now." he peeks into the peephole and sees you standing outside. "let's talk more later?"

patrick is still rambling on the other end, but art hangs up and opens the door for you to immediately come spilling.

"art, i broke up with him. i really couldn't do it anymore." you tell art more things he already knows, like that you liked patrick a lot but you were just uncompatible in the end, and that you wished he listened. as always, art feeds into you, agreeing with your every word. something deep inside art tells him it's wrong to coax his best friend's girlfriend into breaking up with him, and that he's messed up for offering you his support when patrick technically should come first. but when you look up at art through wet eyelashes, sniffling and yearning for comfort, who is he to deny you?

art cups your face gently and presses his lips to yours. he doesn't miss how your eyes widen, but you don't jerk away. his heart pounds in his chest as he holds the small of your back with one hand while the other caresses your cheek. you smell so clean and warm, and your lips are so soft art wonders how patrick could ever give you up without a fight. it solidifies art's need for you, that if patrick won't make you happy, he will.

when you pull away from him, you're breathless, voice barely above a whisper. "art, i don't think we should—"

he can't contain himself from kissing your neck, relishing the soft, smooth expanse, inhaling your scent so deep into his lungs he finds it oxygen. "tell me you don't want this." he laps at your jaw, sucking light bruises onto the sides of your throat. "tell me you don't want me to treat you the way you should be, and i'll stop."

you moan his name involuntarily, and art takes it as the green light to carry you to his bed and kisses back up to your lips. "i'm sorry," he murmurs into your skin. "i'm sorry. i want you so bad."

"then show me," you sigh softly, hands rooting themselves into his blonde curls as his tongue probes your mouth.

like you even had to ask.

tugging down your sweatpants and feeling like coming just as the sight of your underwear, art immediately tears it off of you. he latches himself to your cunt, already weeping, and he looks up at you through hooded eyes, pupils blown wide. "already so wet for me, baby?"

"mmf..." your fingers, still tangled in his hair, tighten their grip as you push his head forward, and he obliges.

he licks wide stripes, feeling you convulse and twitch every time his tongue comes in contact with your clit. his dick throbs in his pants just from eating you out.

"you taste so sweet. fuck, you're delicious," he pants, making out with your pussy like it's your lips. "don't know how i survived this long without you."

you buck your hips up into his mouth, mewling and spasming as he suckles and licks at just the right places. your cunt is soaked, but neither of you can tell whether it's from your arousal or how much art is slobbering over your pussy. "right there," you squeak out, a hot wave washing over your body as you cum on art's face.

and fuck, art almosts busts on the spot with you. his mouth doesn't cease, swirling patterns all over your vulva, grazing over your clit, dipping his tongue inside of you as you lock your legs around his head desperately.

"too much, too much!" you feebly try to pull his head up from your cunt, but he's so addicted to your taste he barely notices how sensitive you are now, how your clit twitches and aches for a break.

art can only laugh softly as he pulls himself back up to you, kissing you gently as his hands roam underneath your shirt and to your bra clasp.

"mm, you're so good," you gasp into art's mouth as his kiss becomes sloppier. "so good to me, art."

"it's what you deserve," he mumbles back, unhooking your bra and clumsily pulling your shirt off so your tits spill free. and even art is admired by his own self-restraint, just staring at your perfect body on display for him. he's been dreaming of this day for months now, jerking himself off late at night to thoughts of you sucking his cock, to pictures of you smiling on his phone, to the memory of your voice the day he met you. it's so wrong of him to fuck his best friend's ex fresh after the split, but why do you feel so right beneath him? "i've been waiting for this," he whispers into your neck. "been wanting to show you how much i want you. want to make you feel good. want to treat you so much better."

"fuck me, art, please," you beg him, relenting and palming at his boxers. you're so fucking easy, letting him touch you like this and being compliant as he undresses you, kisses you all over, shrugs his boxers off as you help him position his cock right at your entrance. it's not your fault that art has been nothing but kind and gentle to you. it's not your fault that he's been flirting with you since day 1, and now all his desires have culminated into head of a lifetime. and art finally has what he wants now: you.

and even when he barely pushes the tip in, he wants to cum inside of you so badly he feels dizzy. "so fucking tight, i'm gonna cum, gonna cum right now," he gasps in your ear as he unsheathes himself, stretching your warm, tight hole. "so perfect, holy shit. fucking made for me, baby, you feel so—" he can't stop himself from rutting into you, and he just about comes undone when he hears his name tumble from your lips in pained moans. it takes all the self-control in the world for art to not pour himself into your wet heat right now.

"slow down, art, fuck, you're so big," you sob, clawing at his back. he wishes he could fuck you nice and slow, the way he always envisioned his first time with you would be. he'd fantasized about nights with you full of languid strokes, making you scream his name with calculated, intentional thrusts straight to the spongy patch buried within you. but art is just a humble man, and when your walls, silky and warm, are choking his dick, he can't resist fucking into you like a jackhammer. you cry, moaning uncontrollably as your hands clutch tightly at him, letting his cock ruin you.

art's head goes fuzzy, and all he knows now is your pussy trying to milk him dry and that he can't say anything coherent besides strings of guttural moans telling you how warm, how tight, how good you feel on his dick, how your sweet cunt was made for him, how beautiful you look and sound at his mercy, how he wants you to be his so bad and that he'll do anything for you to be his. that his only regret is not claiming you first.

you keep crooning in his ear, honeyed moans that intoxicate him dizzier and dizzier as you tell him that he can have you. with a few more stutters of his hips, and a convulsing squeeze from your walls onto his cock, his head falls into the crook of your neck as he pulls out and shoots ropes all over your stomach, right as you cry out his name uncontrllably, heaving beneath him. a low, resounding grunt rips from his throat while his seed paints your abdomen, and he feels you shiver upon the warmth touching your skin.

"i'm sorry," he apologizes again like the gentleman he is. his breath still heaves at an uneven rhythm, staggering as he attempts to regain his composure, but every time his eyes fall upon you it feels like he wants to go for round 2. "i'll clean you up, pretty girl. you were so perfect." he presses his forehead to yours, sweaty and damp, and whispers, "you were made for me."

some sick sense of pride fills art from head to toe as your body trembles in an attempt to catch your breath, your hair disheveled and lips puffy, patches of skin blooming pink and red from art essentially making out with every inch of your body. and you blush when you catch him staring, covering your face and murmuring for him to come back to bed.

he did this to you. he made you such a picturesque image of ruined perfection, splayed out on his bed and stained with his cum, pleading for his embrace.

patrick would have to pry you from his cold, dead hands.

[evanpeterswhoresblog]

I love your fics omg you're so talented

Can you make an adult world fic? Alex obviously. Like reader is working with him and Alex keeps pushing vibrators on her skin and laughing n stuff. Then she's sick of his shit right so then she goes to the back and does her thing out there but Alex keeps teasing her and he goes out back with her and he starts to like rub himself on her and put her hand on his boner. Stuff like that. Kinda non con but the reader likes it she just doesn't want to admit it.

Can you make Alex make the reader give him head too? If it's too much just do the teasing. Luv u <3

i tried my best to make this fit your request i hope i did alright, i’ve never really written anything non con i don’t even know if this fits as the category lol but either way hope you enjoy :)

~~~

The Late Shift

Alex (Adult World) x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, slight non con, oral male receiving, sex toys (not used for sex tho), pretty rough sex tbh, lmk what else if i missed any

summary: as you and alex are doing your last work for the night, things take a different turn than what you expected…

word count: 2.2k

~~~

You’ve never been big on sex. You like it of course. But you’ve never been one to experiment with sex toys or watch a ton of porn. So how you ended up working for a sex shop is a mystery. You were desperate for a job, and Adult World happened to be the closest, easiest place hiring. It’s been an easy job, for the most part. Except for one thing.

Your manager.

Alex is a good person, he’s funny, kind, and when you’re confused on anything he’s a great help. The only issue is how fucking attracted you are to him. You swear he’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. His dark curly hair, dark mysterious eyes, he’s perfect. You’ve never wanted a guy more than you want Alex. It makes working with him hard, but so far, you’ve managed. Barely.

Right now, the two of you are unpacking new sex toys for the store. You talk casually, but you focus more of your attention on the crazy shapes and sizes these dildos are. Alex must notice your surprise.

“Would you ever use one of these?” He asks, holding up a glass dildo with patterns on it.

You chuckle. “I think that thing would tear me apart.”

“I’ve seen girls stick way crazier things up their pussy’s, like food and shit,” Alex replies with a laugh.

“So that’s what you jerk off to? Good to know,” you tease.

“Yeah, I bet you wanted to know. Just so you know, ff I go searching tomorrow night and find a video of you sticking a cucumber up your pussy, I’ll cum so hard.”

You feel your cheeks go red at his comment but keep your composer. Sometimes Alex says things that make you a little uncomfortable, but you know it’s all jokes so you don’t care too much. Plus, it gives you hope that maybe he has the same feelings for you.

“Hey y/n, get a look at this,” Alex says.

Before you can look you feel the vibrations on your skin. You flinch and push Alex’s hand away, but he keeps putting the vibrator on you. He’s laughing, you’re not. You don’t find his distractions entertaining right now. After a few seconds of this you slap the vibrator out of his hand and glare at him.

“Stop Alex, I’m trying to work,” you snap. He keeps laughing and with each second that passes you become more annoyed.

“It’s just a joke calm your tits. I’m the manager dude it’s not like we’re gonna get in trouble for talking,” he replies.

You huff. “Just, stop okay.”

“How about you stop being such a buzz kill,” he mumbles under his breath.

You ignore his comment and continue to unpack. Things are calm for a few minutes, before Alex gets his hands on another vibrator. He presses it against your cheek this time. You immediately slap his hand away again, but this time you stand up and try your hardest not to lose your cool. He looks up at you, about to speak, but you cut him off before he can.

“I’m gonna take this box out to the garbage,” you say, picking up an empty box that once contained a number of dildos and walking to the back door without listening to his reply.

You wonder why he’s being so difficult tonight. He typically talks a lot during your shifts together, but this is different. Usually, his jokes and comments aren’t too bad, why’s tonight different? You get to the back of the store quick and stuff the box into the dumpster. When that’s done you lean back on the brick wall, a sigh escapes your lips at the silence, it’s nice not hearing Alex’s voice. You grab your phone out of your pocket and start to text your friends back.

Sadly, your peace is interrupted after only five minutes. Alex calls your name from the door, telling you to come back in and help him finish before you guys have to close up. You silently curse but follow his instructions. You feel a bit bad; you know he’s not trying to make you upset, but he just is. You promise yourself you’ll try your hardest to tolerate him, after all you only have an hour left till the store closes. You can suck it up.

You’re walking down one of the aisles when Alex appears in front of you. You give him a small smile. You feel worse looking at his innocent face. Maybe you were overreacting.

“Sorry for walking out, I’m just tired and I want to go home,” you apologize.

“I get it, I’m sorry if I was being annoying, I really like making you laugh. Sometimes I try too hard,” he replies with a small laugh.

You smile. “That’s sweet.”

“You think so?”

You begin to walk toward him, toward the last unopened boxes. “Of course, I’m very flattered you enjoy my laughter. But anyway, how about we speed through the last of the boxes and go home early? You think they’ll notice?”

“Probably not,” he answers.

You’re close enough to him that you expect him to move aside so you can go to the unfinished work, but he doesn’t. Instead of moving he simply stares down at you, a strange look in his eyes. You know that look, you’ve looked at him like that. He wants you. If it were any other day, you’d be ecstatic. But right now, all you want to do is finish the tasks and go home. You look around him, trying to signal that you want him to move. He doesn’t.

“So, let's get this shit over with,” you say, clear as day about what you want.

He still doesn’t move. “You know y/n, you’re more fun when you aren’t taking this job seriously.” He steps closer to you, only a foot now separating the two of you. “I want that version of you right now.”

You laugh awkwardly. “Come on Alex, I just want to go home.”

“I’ll be quick, but I assumed you wanted something that would last longer.”

He puts his hands on your shoulders and backs you up against a shelf. Your heart rate quickens, is this real? You stare into his eyes, a confused expression on your face. You’ve had dreams of this happening, but in all of them you wanted it, right now you don’t exactly want it.

“Alex...” you say. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t play coy, I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know you want this too,” he answers, his lips curling up into a devilish smirk. He presses his body against you and you feel how hard he is, it makes you gasp. “I want it really bad.”

You don’t know what to say. Part of you wants to push him off you and run out of the store, but another part of you wants to see where this goes. You feel him start to rub himself against your leg, it makes you feel paralyzed. He’s too strong to push away, you think. It would be useless to try. So, you realize your fate lies with what Alex chooses to do.

He leans his head down, softly pressing his lips against yours. You can’t deny how long you’ve wanted this to happen. You just wish it wasn’t happening right this second. Nevertheless, you kiss him back, your mind adjusting to the knowledge that this is going to happen. You let him grope your breasts, squeezing and massaging them through your shirt. You even let him scoop you up in his arms and carry you to one of the desks in the back office. Though, you didn’t have much of a choice to start with.

He lays you down on a desk, his lips moving feverishly with yours. You can’t keep it together. His lips are moving so aggressively, they’re so soft. He bites down on your bottom lip and you groan into his mouth, the pain making that feeling between your thighs grow. He pulls his lips away and starts to kiss down your neck, leaving hickeys behind as he takes your delicate skin into his mouth. You throw your head back and moan, he pushes your knees apart and fills the space with his body.

“Alex... are there any cameras back here?” You ask, your breath ragged as he sucks a spot near your collar bone.

“Course not,” he answers in a hushed tone.

“Are you sure we should be doing this? What if someone comes in?” You’re second guessing this, maybe you should’ve protested more. The last thing you want is to have a customer come in and catch this.

“Just be quiet y/n it’s fine,” he responds.

You’re about to speak again, but that’s when he starts to rub one of his hands up your thigh and right between your thighs. You moan again as he starts to rub you through your pants. He knows exactly what he’s doing and it makes you feel like your body is floating.

He trails his kisses back up your neck until he catches your lips again. You kiss him hard, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. You buck your hips; you need more pressure. Alex understands this and presses his fingers harder on your jeans right over your clit. You’re so wet, you need him. You’ve never felt such desire for another human being.

“I want you to do something for me,” Alex says against your lips.

“Anything,” you reply without thinking, you’re too wrapped up on how good he’s rubbing you.

He pulls back and you open your eyes, he’s unbuckling his belt. You sit up on your elbows and watch as he pulls down his jeans, his hard cock very noticeable. He grabs your hands and pulls you forward till you’re off the desk. You’re confused until he pushes you down onto your knees, his crotch right in front of your face. You look up at him, he brushed a hand though your hair.

You don’t really want to suck his dick, but you’re too afraid of him forcing you that you don’t object. Instead, you pull him boxers down and stoke him gently. He sighs in pleasure and continues to brush his fingers through your hair. You don’t waste any more time. You start by slowly swirling your tongue around his tip, enjoying the way he whispers your name. After that, you lick down his shaft, you don’t like when dicks are dry down your throat.

Soon enough you’re deepthroating him, practically gagging on his dick. He’s a moaning mess, both his hands tangled in your hair. You don’t mind it as much as earlier. You even enjoy certain parts. Like how when you move your tongue as you suck, he’ll praise you, or how when you tighten your lips around him, he groans. With each sound that leaves him your panties become more and more wet.

When he’s close to cumming he pushes you off him, telling you to take your clothes off and lay back down on the desk. You do exactly as he says and before long, he’s back between your thighs, leaving wet kisses all over your body. You can’t handle how much you need him. The heart beat between your legs is all you can think of, and when he brushes his tip between your soaked folds you almost moan.

You grip his shoulders, your eyes locked on his. “Alex just fuck me already.”

“Someone’s needy,” he mumbled, his tone sending tingles throughout your body. He positions his tip at your entrance and leans down to connect your lips. “But your wish is my command.”

With that, he begins to fuck you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your nails digging into his shoulders. He thrusts at a pace that makes your toes curl. It’s so hard, so deep, so perfect. The desk rocks so hard you think the legs might break. You don’t even care. All you care about is that Alex doesn’t stop, not for anything.

He does though, but for a good reason. He pulls out of you and before you can even question it, he grabs you, flips you, and bends you over the edge of the desk. He resumes his thrusts, and you can’t help but moan loud enough that anyone in the store would be able to hear. You almost scream when he grabs your hips and pulls you back, his dick hitting right on your cervix over and over again. It’s almost too much for you to take.

He leans down after a few minutes and whispers in your ear, “You feel so fucking good y/n, it’s so hard not to cum.”

“Alex,” you moan.

“Are you close baby?” He breathes.

“Yes, please keep going,” you answer.

In minutes you cum so hard you swear you see stars. You moan Alex’s name so loud you’re sure everyone in the building next door can hear you. It’s the best feeling of your life. Your legs give out, Alex has to hold you up. Your nails dig into the desk, your whole face turns red, and you feel those orgasmic pulses throughout your entire body. He cums soon after you, pulling out and spilling his seed onto your back. You’re grateful, you forgot to tell him you weren’t on the pill.

“Well,” he says as you’re both still trying to catch your breath. “That was definitely better than unpacking those boxes.”

[loubouskz]

Could you please do a skz Bangchan ff when he bringing you home to meet his mum and dad but he gets horny and convinces you to do it saying that the walls are thick and that they are out by the pool but what’d you know you get caught ( doesn’t have to be exactly like that but yeah you get the point) (also daddy kink and slight impregnating kink) THANK YOU 💟💟💟

you two have fun?

(bang chan x reader)

description: where chan convinces you that the walls are thick and that his parents won't hear you guys because they are out by the pool.

warning: SMUT!, oral fem receiving, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, daddy kink, slight impregnation kink, creampie, fluff and cuddles at the end

wc: 1.6k+

a/n: I'm so sorry this took so long to post! I had re-wrote this 3 times, bc each time i didn't like how I wrote it and the funny thing is. what you requested are my favorite things so i wanted it to be good. lol but it's done now and I'm happy with it! but I hope I did your request justice!♡

--------

we have been here in australia for 2 days now seeing and spending time with chan’s family. and my first time meeting them, which was very nerve-wracking. we are staying with them in chan’s old room. i was laying on the bed, after spending the day traveling to places chan spent most of his time(the beach) and seeing, and meeting, old friends of his that he hasn’t seen in awhile.

“hey baby.” chan said as he entered the bedroom, closing the door behind him. “hi channie.” i said, glancing at him before turning back to my phone. he walked over and climbed into bed and placed his body on mine. snuggling his head into my neck. “what are you doing?” he mumbled into my neck. the heat of his breath tickling my neck and sending shivers down my spine. “just scrolling through twitter.” i said, making him hum. 

after that, we sat in silence just enjoying the quiet time we were having. having a nice time all alone. i turned off my phone and placed it on the bed-side table. putting my arms around chan, one on his back and one in his curls. “i love you.” he whispered, placing a sweet kiss on my collarbone. “i love you too.” i replied back, nuzzling my head into his.

chan started kissing my collarbone up to my neck, sucking gently on the spots he knew would make me squirm. “chan, stop. they could hear us.” I breathed out, slightly pulling his hair to lift his head up. “they’re not, they are out by the pool right now.” he said as he placed his lips on mine. i moaned as his tongue pushed my lips apart and entered my mouth. i ran my hands down to his chest and pushed him up. “what if they come back in and or enter this room?” i asked, looking up at him. “they aren’t coming in for while. plus, the walls are thick and the door is locked.” chan said, looking back at the door. i looked at that way and sure enough the door was locked. 

chan turned his head back to me, “so can we continue?” he asked, dragging his hands down the side of my body. grabbing my legs and pulling them apart to lay in between them. pressing his hard-on right against me. i bit my lip at the pressure. “you are 100% positive?” i asked as he slowly pushed up my shirt. “yes, trust me.” he said with a smile. “okay.” i sighed out and brought my arms up so he could remove my shirt. once it was off, chan kissed down my chest, down my stomach. i undid my bra as he took off my sweats and underwear i was wearing.

“fuck, you look are beautiful. you know that?” he said, grabbed ahold of my legs. leaving an open kiss just above where i wanted him. “yes. you tell me everyday.” i said, rolling my hips up. chan slapped my inner thigh and held them down. “we got time baby.” he said, leaning his head down and kissing my clit. “please.” i whined, pushing my hands through his hair. “please what y/n.” chan said, with narrow dark eyes. “please daddy.” i whispered, just enough for him to hear it. “good girl.” he said, licking up my slit before inclosing his lips around my clit. i moaned out, arching my back.

chan alternated from lightly sucking and circling around, making me pull his hair hard. he moaned, the vibrations making their way up my body. he removed one hand from my thigh and brought it to my entrance. slowly pushing two fingers into my cunt. i loudly moaned as he picked up the pace quickly.

“cum for me pretty baby.” chan said, curling his fingers on my g-spot. my mind went blank as i felt pleasure course through my body. my breathe becoming caught in my body. the only word able to leave my body, “daddy.”

“so good for me.” chan said, helping me get through my orgasm. i let go of chan’s hair and grabbed his arms, pulling at them. chan climbed back over my body and kissed my lips. his arms on each side of my head.

“more.” i whined against his lips. i dragged my hands down his body, grabbing his shirt and pulling it up his body. once it was off, i began leaving tender kisses only i could see on his chest. my hands finally made their way to his shorts and pulled them off the best i could. chan pushed up and sat up, working his shorts and underwear off.

chan laid back on me gently as my hand grabbed his dick. “fuck baby.” he groaned out as i started to pump him. “i love you.” he breathed out kissing my lips. “i love you too.” i mumbled, as pressed him against me and rolled my hips up. using my wetness as a form of lube, making him slick. chan sigh and hid his head in my neck, “not too much y/n.” he said. 

“i want you in me. please daddy.” i whined into his ear. chan let a loud groan before sitting up again, wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling me further down the bed. the back of my thighs met the top of his. he lined his dick at my entrance and pushed in. i threw my head back with a moan of his name. hitting all the right places, filling me up nicely.

“you always take me so well baby.” chan moaned out, bringing his hands to my sides and digging his nails in. i opened my eyes and looked at him, taking in his beauty as he did the same. no words were said as he began to slowly thrust into me, just our moans and sighs. i grabbed onto his forearms as the speed increased but the pace stayed the same- hard.

“channie!” i moaned out as he thrust deep inside me, kissing my cervix with his tip. “god, i love the way this cunt wraps around me.” he said, throwing his head back before looking back down at me. “how you feel baby?” chan asked me. “so good!” i cried out. “yeah?” chan asked with a smirk, “like the way i fuck you so deep and hard?”

“yes.” i whispered, clenching around him. “fuck, yes what baby?” chan asked, laying his body on top of mine. “yes daddy.” i said, looking into his eyes. chan shivered, smashing his lips against mine, a messy one that was mainly teeth.

the slapping wet sounds were heavy in the room as our highs were coming. “oh god.” i screamed out as chan started hitting my g-spot. “daddy.” i said, getting his attention. “what baby?” he asked, pressing his forehead to mine as he slowed down a bit. “wanna cum.” i cried as i felt my high shaking my body. “go ahead baby.” he said, speeding back to his original pace and speed.

my arms wrapped around his body, my hands tightly holding his back. i threw my head back as my body let go, convulsing around him. “oh fuck.” chan said as he thrusts became sloppy. he dug his head back into my neck as his high was coming. “wanna it.” i whispered into his hair. chan whined. “wanna it where baby?” he asked, clinging to my body. “in me, please daddy.” i said, making chan moan loudly.

he pushed himself up, hands on either side of my head. “want me to cum in you?” chan asked, as he brought hips thrusts to a painfully slow speed but still hitting hard into me. “fill you up so nicely? deep inside?” chan questioned further. i nodded my head as i clawed at his back. “maybe put a baby in you?” he asked, tilting his head a bit.  “please put a baby in me chris.” i said, knowing if i said his name he would break. “fuck.” he whined as i clenched around him making him speed up his sloppy thrusts.

with every thrust he moaned, falling back onto his forearms. until finally he pushed deep inside with his last thrust. cumming hard and so much. chan continued with small thrusts till he was done. he laid his head down on my chest for a few minutes as we caught our breaths.

chan pulled out with a hiss. i closed my eyes and turned over. “ah baby, come on. let’s go clean up.” he said, putting an arm around my waist and pulled me up.

we put our clothes back on and left his room, since he didn’t have a bathroom in his bedroom. once we were done, chan held my hand as we headed to the kitchen to grab water and a snack. chan grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and filled them up. he handed one to me. as we relaxed, drinking our water. his parents walked in.

“hi.” chan said as he put down his glass. his mom nodded to us, grabbed what she needed and left. i gave a questioning look of why she didn’t say anything. chan’s dad leaned up against the counter and chuckled.

“you two have fun?” chan’s dad asked. i nearly spat out my water and dropping the glass, turning my head towards chan. his face a bright red color and sly smile, scratching the back of his head. i looked at my glass not wanting to make eye contact with his dad. his dad patted chan’s shoulder. “don’t worry, i won’t speak about it again. just keep it down next time.” he said before leaving the kitchen. 

i put my glass down and turned my body to chan, crossing my arms over my chest. “i love you.” chan said shyly. “un-uh. yeah. no more for a month.” i said, walking out of the kitchen. as i pasted him, he smacked my ass before trapping me in his embrace.

“yeah like you could last that long away from my-” before he could finish, i wiggled myself out and ran to his room with my face burning up. chan entered the room with an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry." he said. I sighed, "it's fine, but really. I've known them for barely two days chan. I feel so embarrassed." I said laughing. "i am too! I was being honest when I said they were out by the pool. they just must have came in sooner than I thought." chan said.

"let's just pretend that didn't happen." chan said, climbing back into bed. "like what just happened?" I said with a smirk, following him into bed. "like my rents didn't ju- oh wait." he said, before facepalming making me laugh.

"let's nap channie." I said, cuddling up to him. "yeah, that sounds nice right now." he said wrapping his arms around me and kissing the top of my head.

[ninyard]

Nicky: yeah he slept with a chair in his room and a knife nearby so we think he’s just insane

Neil: ……

No but rlly, no matter how you feel about Nicky, on one hand I am an outside observer so reading this exchange I’m like “oh ffs obviously that’s not why! That makes no sense!” But then I think about it more and it’s actually probably really realistic? Nicky doesn’t know what andrew went through, he probably didn’t think his life in foster care was that bad, that kind of abuse just isn’t on his radar bc he’s had different experiences and exposures, so the possibility of anything else just doesn’t cross his mind, plus he’s already biased to think andrew is just naturally “like that” bc that’s the assumption he’s already been operating under, plus the natural inclination of ppl to not want to see awful things. It makes sense for him and Aaron that that’s the conclusion they come to, and that makes me so mad at the world for reasons I can’t quite articulate

Sorry for hitting you with this out of nowhere I actually meant to say something else but idr what bc I clicked the ask button and this is what came out instead xD

Oh 100%. I GET it. I understand why everyone has this perception of Andrew that he’s, in their own words, a monster. That he’s a loveless, emotionless sociopath. Imagine Aaron, excited to meet the twin he didn’t even know he had, and the first thing he says to you is fuck off, fuck you, leave me the fuck alone?

Imagine you meet the cousin you didn’t even know you had, and for some reason you don’t know about, he’s been in your house for how long? He’s been there for how long before he’s made an enemy out of your father, out of your aunt, he won’t talk to the cousin you did know about, he’s angry and depressed and he keeps knives under these arm bands he refuses to take off? He’s like Aaron in a different shade, like the dark version of a person already dark and destroyed. But he won’t talk to you. Why won’t you talk to us, Andrew? And all you get in response is a knife, or a blank stare, or a fuck off, fuck you, leave me the fuck alone?

Then your aunt is dead, and he’s alive, and the cousin you did know about is grieving and angry, and you, Nicky, who has fought so hard to keep the peace in your household, are now surrounded by negativity, and anger, and past problems that nobody fucking wants to deal with?

I get it.

Then they’re at Eden’s, and he hears it over his shoulder, the shouted slur. And then Andrew, who barely even talks to him anyway when they’re out drinking is on top of this stranger in a flash. And there’s blood, and the stranger stops fighting back. But Andrew’s fists keep coming back, and keep coming back, and keep coming back.

He nearly kills him. He nearly kills him. He nearly kills him. For you. Because you don’t know that he’s gay. You don’t know the weight of the word shouted your way. He’s protecting you. He’s protecting you.

You’re scared of him. He gets locked up. Whatever the timeline is pre-tfc. You’re scared of the cousin you didn’t know you had.

I get it.

But imagine being Andrew. They don’t ask what happened. They take the courts word for it when they say you’re a danger to society. They take the courts word for it when they say your depressive episodes are a danger to yourself. You tried. You tried to tell someone, but it’s a misunderstanding, and god’s intention, and your fault. So why bother trying again?

You spend all this time on this medication that makes you feel worse than anything you’ve ever been on - you spend years of your life in this haze, a mixture derealisation and constant and unending mania. You’re sick without it. You’re sick on it. You don’t remember who you are without it. You don’t want to know who you will be without it.

And imagine being Andrew, and it takes being violated in your cousins childhood bedroom, or just a room in his childhood home, for them to finally get it? Your autonomy stolen from you. Your secrets exposed without permission, again. Your consent is never your own choice. It never has been.

Oh and then let’s think about Nicky. And all that’s in his head is ANDREW IS WORSE WITHOUT HIS MEDS.

Maybe he hears the laugh from the bottom of the stairs. Maybe he only hears Neil talking about it. ANDREW WAS LAUGHING. HE WAS LAUGHING. HE WAS VIOLATED AND DESTROYED AND COVERED IN BLOOD AND HE WAS LAUGHING.

And this has happened before?

And Drake was not the only one?

Does it make sense now?

Is he a sociopath or was he made to be that way? Is he crazy or was this someone else’s fault? Does he protect his family because nobody protected him?

Why didn’t he tell me? Why did this happen under the roof of my family home?

In theory I hate how they don’t know what Andrew is really like. How they’re afraid of him off his meds. But it makes sense why. I get it. Why the fuck would they not think that?

But I think they understand how wrong they were eventually. I think they see how he might not smile anymore - but he is much happier now.

[themoonchildwhofell]

tongue-tied

pairing: Farleigh Start x reader

content/warnings: fluff!!, meet cute, explicit language, inoccent!reader?, idk lol

summary: it's your first day attending uni and after a few seconds of sitting down on your first class, you already have a date planned with this beautiful curly haired boy named Farleigh.

note: i suck at writing that's why these are headcannons. LMAO. the last time i wrote was in college!

its the first day of college. you got accepted at your dream university and its a full ride which was a plus.

also the first time you've been abroad, living alone and finally being independent.

it was a fall day when classes started.

you opted to wear a cute light brown cardigan and a flowy floral dress underneath. some stockings to battle the wind. but it was still pretty chilly. and your usual glasses.

you let your hair loose today. i mean you're not going on a date. you're just going to classes.

you look at the screenshot of your classes on your phone figuring out what building to go to.

when you feel a pair of eyes looking at you.

you quickly look around. trying to look like you're just lost and not at all curious.

you finally see a tall curly haired guy looking at you while smoking.

you quickly turn away from him. (he's fucking tall!!)

you don't pay him any mind. maybe you have something on your face? yeah. you have something on your face. no no you don't.

you quickly rush towards the building where your first class is and find a seat at the middle.

people start to fill the room. you were placing your bag on the bottom of the desk.

you feel the chair next to you move. but you pay no mind since you're too busy fixing your bag and getting a pen and paper. (idrk why since its your first day. it's mostly introductions.)

"hi." you hear a deep voice speak to you.

you yelp at the sudden greeting. it was the guy eyeing you at the open grounds a while ago.

"h-hi. hehe" you greet at him back. he giggles at you. your heart stops a bit. he's really cute.

"i'm farleigh. you're new here? what's your name?"

"[y/n]. yeah. it's my first day." you respond to him. smiling proudly. i mean this is oxford ffs. you should be proud.

he looks at you amused. he smiles back at you. he finds you absolutely adorable he could eat you up. but you didn't know that.

"you're cute. do you wanna hang out after?" he says.

"i-i'm wha-?" you stutter. that definitely caught you off guard. you adjust your glasses and clear your throat.

he raises his eye brows. he's looking at you anticipating an answer. "well?" he says. very impatient. but still very cute.

"okay i guess?" you squeak out an answer.

"great. im taking you out for lunch. i think that cafe outside the university is a good place to go on a date."

"a date?????" you look puzzled. shocked. and that was your first time experiencing how spontaneous Farleigh was. surprisingly, spontaneity was a recurring theme in your relationship. not that you mind.

[daydreamingleclerc]

summertime; mick schumacher

mick and his girlfriend take summer break very seriously when they go on holiday with his fellow drivers.

includes; suggestive content, plus size!reader, bisexual!reader (mentioned), mick & pierre besties. pictures are NOT mine. all found on pinterest.

yn ✔️

liked by mickschumacher, pierregasly, lewishamilton and 2,009,729 others

yn mickschumacher don’t keep me waiting x

view all 746,927 comments

mickschumacher the only thing that will be waiting tonight will be the restaurant because 👀

yn hurry up and finish at the gym then, baby

pierregasly don’t you dare cancel on dinner just because you and mick want to fuck.

yn we won’t cancel! we’ll just miss the starters?

pierregasly i cant fucking stand you two

ynandmickslovechild oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god

landonorris the toilet roll on the bin really makes this picture

yn i have my tits out and THAT’S what you’re focusing on? lando lando lando

landonorris you’re dating mick ! i’m being a respectful gentleman

lewishamilton i’m not 👀

hamiltonslewis oh my good god mick is your girlfriend single

yn she wishes x

mickschumacher you what??

itselenaberri YN WOW

yn thanks baby <3

mickschumacher ✔️

liked by yn, ginaschumacher, georgerussell63 and 2,721,729 others

mickschumacher summer holiday mode with my girl 🤍

tagged: yn

view all 817,827 comments

ginaschumacher have fun you two! 🤍

mickschumacher thanks gina! 🙏🏼

yn i wonder why you posted this one…

mickschumacher 🤔🤔 hm i have no idea

yn liar liar pants on fire.

mickandyn “my girl” 🥹🥹🥹🥹

pierregasly if you two are gonna be at it like rabbits i’d rather know now because i’m traumatized after that plane journey

yn should’ve knocked x

estebanocon no funny business please 🙏🏼

landonorris we have more of a chance of pigs sprouting wings and flying

yn ✔️

liked by mickschumacher, francisca.cgomes, carmenmmundt and 3,271,038 others

yn it’s a good night when this dress comes out😍

view all 543,794 comments

mickschumacher it’s definitely going to be a good night for me 🥵

mickschumacher god. your ass is fucking massive

yn words of affirmation, your love language 😍

ginaschumacher can u not just say she’s pretty and move on.

mickschumacher no.

schumisgirlfriend idk what mick sees in you

yn i could tell you… but instagram would block me. stay humble queen x

hamiltonsricciardo mick saw yn in that dress and let his intrusive thoughts win. and i do Not blame him. i am no better than a man.

corinnaschumacher yn!! you are beautiful, this dress is gorgeous 🥳 make sure my mick treats you right tonight!!

yn thanks corinna🥹

mickschumacher i’ll treat her real nice mama don’t worry about a thing ❤️

mickschumacher ✔️

liked by yn, kevinmagnussen, ginaschumacher and 1,878,372 others.

mickschumacher great view 😍

tagged: yn

view all 234,618 comments

yn my personal photographer 🤍

mickschumacher with his own personal stash😉

yn the one time i tried to be romantic.

corinnaschumacher so beautiful!! 😍😍😍😍

micksangels he’s literally a yn fan account 🥹

yn he knows his place that’s why <3

estebanocon i beg of you to both just calm down please

mickschumacher no

yn ✔️

liked by mickschumacher, landonorris, lilymhe and 3,902,739 others

yn cheesin’ 😍

tagged: mickschumacher

view all 909,738 comments

mickschumacher i love you more than life

yn i know 😌

georgerussell63 oh. this is a very nice post

yn wish i could say the same about yours u dirty slut put ur muscles away x

hamiltonsangel yn i owe you my LIFE thank you for taking this picture

yn you’re so welcome bestie i’m so glad i could provide for u <3

landonorris why’s mick’s shirt blacked out

yn bc he had a pic of my tits on it

landonorris ffs

yn you walk into these situations lando it’s really not my fault

jackdoohan thank god you cut his meat grabbers out of the picture

yn MEAT GRABBERS HAHAHAHAHAH

yn you’re not wrong tho

mickschumacher are my toes really that bad

jackdoohan ……

mickieschumacher get someone the way mick looks at yn 😻

yn ✔️

liked by mickschumacher, lewishamilton, francisca.cgomes and 3,909,984 others.

yn full of cocktails but wishing i was full of something else 🤔 mickschumacher i’m waiting…

view all 582,010 comments

mickschumacher are you wearing any underwear?

yn i’ll let you work that one out x

mickschumacher check your messages.

pierregasly well… i’d have cancelled our plans too if i was mick

mickschumacher fuck you you’ve got your own

georgerussell63 fucking hell you’re insufferable when you’re drunk

yn i love it when you talk dirty x

landonorris i hope you mean full of food 😡

yn well… technically my mouth would be full..

landonorris how do i delete my eyes 😄

lewishamilton 👀

mickschumacher back off, lewis. she’s my girl, find your own.

yn 😻😻🤭

mickschumacher ✔️

liked by charlesleclerc, ginaschumacher, estebanocon and 2,098,618 others

mickschumacher soaking up the moments like this 🤍

tagged: yn

view all 231,794 comments

landonorris have you finally recovered from last nights post from yn, thought you were dead

mickschumacher you should ask yn, not me 😌

landonorris why is it always me

danielslando ANGIEEEEEEEEEEE

yn my babies 🤍 love you more than life

mickschumacher we love you too ❤️

ginaschumacher 🥹🥹🥹 you’re the cutest

pierregasly photo credits jeeeeeez

mickschumacher no

mercedeschumacher yn and francisca being close and simultaneously bringing together mick and pierre is my favourite thing out of this whole relationship

yn join the club xx

yn ✔️

liked by mickschumacher, ginaschumacher, carmenmmundt and 1,904,803 others

yn told you guys, he’s a beefcake now cause he carries my fat ass around. gonna miss you when you have to go and race again ☹️

tagged: mickschumacher

view all 642,093 comments

mickschumacher i wouldn’t ever want to carry anybody else 🤍

yn and i wouldn’t ever want to clean up after anybody else 😌

mickschumacher just say you love me ☹️

yn i love you x

corinnaschumacher such a beautiful picture of you two! can’t wait for you to come home 🥳

yn we can’t wait to see you either, corinna!

danielricciardo thanks for the photo credits 😕

pierregasly sucks doesn’t it

lewisandmick still don’t understand why mick’s into fat girls like u

yn fit* girls, ur autocorrect is fried x

estebanocon you two haven’t had any noise complaints for a while… is everything okay?

yn you’ll need earplugs tonight, micks feral x

mickschumacher 😳🫣

[nessinborderland]

V-E-N-U-S (02)

Pairing: Rafe x plus size!Reader

Genre: smut, dark-ish fic

Word Count: 6 ,2k

Warnings ⚠️ Mildly Dubious Consent, Enemies to Lovers, more like Enemies to Enemies That Fuck tbh, Rafe Cameron Being an Asshole, mentions of bullying, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Rough Sex, Mentions of death of a parent, Drinking, Drug Use, Rafe needs therapy asap, fatphobia, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: The nickname he had given you in 8th grade was supposed to be ironic. In Rafe’s defense, he used to be a pretty stupid and cruel fourteen-year-old, as most kids that age are. So yeah, nicknaming the fat and nerdy chick Venus – like the goddess of sex and beauty – had been pretty hilarious in young Rafe's opinion.

What he would've never guessed was how much that name would fit you now as a grown woman.

Notes: This chapter ended up being an over 10k words beast, so I had to split it in two lol. Enjoy 💖 and please reblog and leave me a comment if you like, I would love to know what are your thoughts on this ff.

AO3 | Masterlist | Part 1

Leaving that room after you fucked Rafe Cameron had felt a lot like your ‘walk of shame’ debut. It was like a beam of light shone down on you, following you as you rushed down the stairs into the foyer and out of the house. You could feel the stares of partygoers – at least the ones sober enough to realize what had transpired between you – and the whispers and giggles as you passed by them couldn’t be ignored.

You cursed Rafe for the hundredth time that night – knowing how gossip went around the island, it would be common knowledge by the next day’s afternoon that something had happened between you and the Kook Prince.

Something you had instantly come to regret.

It had all been your fault.

Your first mistake was thinking that teasing Rafe Cameron would be a good idea. The furtive looks, the coy smiles, the light seducing – it had all been part of your plan. You wanted to watch him squirm, to have him pay in some way for all he had done to you in high school. He would never apologize, and you would never forgive him, but having at least some power over him would be enough.

Or so you thought.

Nothing was supposed to come out of it besides the blond’s frustration and the sweet taste of revenge on your tongue as you rejected his advances again and again. You wanted to make him mad with want and, in a way, you suppose you had succeeded.

You just never expected to fall for your own game.

You couldn’t deny it though; sex with Rafe had been amazing. You were no sex goddess by any means – despite your nickname – but you knew for a fact that none of the guys you had sex with before could ever compare to the dick that had quite possibly ruined your sex life.

The intensity in his eyes when he had fucked you hard and deep, the way his big hands had smoothed over your curves, the way he had filled you up and touched that magical spot just right, how he had kissed you… it was like you could still feel it all, from your trembling legs to your still racing heart.

A flush of heat crept up your chest and cheeks at the memories, making you open up your light jacket despite the chilly night air.

Your legs felt like jelly, your hair was a tangled mess, your skin was no doubt starting to bruise from his love bites, and you knew for a fact that you would be sore the next morning. The wet mess between your folds was hard to ignore, and you would have to say goodbye to your cute – but now ruined – bikini bottom as soon as you got home.

You shook your head at your own stupidity; why the hell had you let him get inside you without a condom on? You knew better than that! Thank God you were on the pill, though. That was one less thing for you to worry about.

You moaned in discomfort as you sat on the curb right in front of the house, refusing to look back despite the heavy feeling of being watched.

Fucking perv.

When he asked you to see him again, the look in his eyes made you wonder how much longer you would regret this little adventure. You weren’t even that drunk, to begin with, so what demon had possessed you to do something as foolish as getting in bed with Rafe Cameron?

A text notification made your phone vibrate, and you opened it to read your cousin’s text.

‘omw. u ok?’ it read. You texted him back a thumbs-up emoji, already knowing he would probably ask you several questions when he finally arrived.

John B had called and texted a few times after Rafe had taken your phone from you, asking what was going on and if you were okay, with – obviously – no response. But your baby cousin wasn’t one to dramatically worry over you, and you were glad for that. His last text had been a simple ‘call me back when you can’ followed by ‘or I’ll send the rescue team’.

Thankfully for you, you were done with Rafe before John B worried too much, and you were sending him a text asking him to come get you as soon as you were dressed and with your phone back in your possession.

You bit the nail on your thumb as you wondered how your cousin would react to the exciting news of your rendezvous with Rafe Cameron.

In one word: badly. After everything the blond had done to him, his friends, and Sarah – done to you – there was no doubt in your mind that John B would go berserk over it. Not to mention JJ, you thought with a grimace. That boy would gladly try to kill Rafe with his bare hands any day of the week if he could get away with it; but after hearing about this?

Absolute chaos.

And that was why you sincerely hoped that the rumors of tonight’s activities never reached their ears. Wishful thinking, you were well aware. You and Rafe just tended to draw too much attention when you were in the same vicinity, for some reason, and even your family knew you didn’t get along. The downside of always fighting him in public, you suppose.

Like on cue, a honk and a flash of light broke you out of your thoughts, and you stood up as the Twinkie rolled down the street till it stopped right by the house, your cousin in the driver’s seat waving at you with a tight smile on his lips.

“Thanks for picking me up, Bibi,” you said in greeting as you opened the door and sat on the passenger seat, reclining against the leather seat with a wince that your cousin thankfully didn’t seem to notice.

The van was empty besides the two of you. Good, you thought as you glanced back at the house – where music and loud voices could be heard even from outside, the party still going strong despite being almost three in the morning. You didn’t think you would be able to face Sarah Cameron right now; or any of the others, for that matter.

“No problem,” John B said as he started driving away. “Why didn’t you answer my calls, though? Got worried when that guy took your phone.”

“Sorry,” you said with a grimace, hoping he would just accept your apology without asking further questions. “I just got busy talking and didn’t notice your calls. You know I can’t shut up if someone brings up my favorite series.”

He hummed, not sounding totally convinced. It made you nervous just a little. “As long as you’re okay…” He sent you a side glance. “A Kook party, though? Thought you didn’t do those, with the chance of running into him and all that…”

“Oh, you know me, just trying to broaden my horizons and find out how the one percent lives.” You snorted, set on ignoring his last sentence. “And they live pretty damn well. Heated pools, bathrooms bigger than my bedroom, and, not surprisingly, a whole lot of coke. Not gonna lie, might do just like you and get me a Kook. Is Sarah looking for another sugar baby?”

John B chuckled at your words, lightly punching you in the arm.

“Ha ha ha, Sarah is not my sugar mommy.”

“Of course, keep telling yourself that,” you laughed, playfully pulling at the collar of his shirt. “But I know good clothes when I see them, and I also know you can’t afford them, so…”

“Fine, this was a gift, okay?” He swatted your hand away, and his expression slowly returned to one of mild worry. “So, nothing happened, right? Was it a fun party? You do look like you had a good time…”

You couldn’t help but notice that it sounded more like a question than a statement, and you wondered if he could notice you had fucked his nemesis not even fifteen minutes ago. You shook the thoughts away; he couldn’t possibly know already and, hopefully, he never would.

You looked at him with a raised brow.

“Is this your attempt at an interrogation, cuz?”

He scoffed, but his ears started turning red. “Of course not, I’m just asking.”

“If you really want to know, yes, Rafe was there, and yes, he was an asshole the whole time. But I can’t resist a good fight where he’s involved, so what was I supposed to do? Leave?” You scoffed like it was a ridiculous option. “Someone got to slap that smug smirk off his face, and it might as well be me.”

“Damn right,” he laughed, the sound sounding forced. Then his brow furrowed, and his smile dropped. “Hmm… was he the guy that took your phone, by any chance?”

You froze, meeting his eye through the rearview mirrors.

“What?” you asked with an awkward chuckle. “What makes you say that?”

“Well, I was with Sarah when you called and she could swear it was her brother on the phone,” he clarified with a shrug. Then he hesitated, unsure of what to say before adding, “So, was he?”

“Yeah,” you confessed in a nonchalant tone. “He was just messing with me, though, nothing out of the ordinary for him.”

“Okay, cool, cool.” He paused for a moment, then spoke again, “He hasn’t been too bad, right? We all know what he’s capable of, and sometimes I just worry he will get too far. He always had this weird little obsession with fucking with you.” Oh, you have no idea, Bibi. “You know you can tell me and the guys if he ever crosses the line, right?”

“You got nothing to worry about, B,” you eased with a pat on his arm. “We both know he can’t hurt me anymore. Besides, I can fight.”

He laughed at your words, visibly relaxing, and you let out a deep sigh as he reached for the radio, Bob Marley’s voice filling the van with the lyrics of ‘Could You Be Loved’ and finally putting an end to this conversation.

«»«»«»«»«»

Working at The Island Club was usually a bearable affair. The money could be better, but the team was good, the hours weren’t bad, and the work – although exhaustive most days – was doable. The clients – mostly Kooks and tourists – weren’t that bad either and, more importantly, tipped well.

All in all, a job was a job, and you liked this one for the most part. You had mouths to feed and bills to pay after all, so it was not like you had a choice in the matter. You needed to work if you wanted to finally get into college sometime next year. You were thankful this job even let you have enough free time to focus on writing your novel.

However, today was turning into a rather hellish shift.

The party had been almost a week ago, and you had come to realize something.

Sleeping with Rafe Cameron had been a mistake. Not just a simple one, no – but a huge fucking mistake. One that would haunt you for the rest of your life (like a part of you knew it would). You could see that now. You had never regretted a stupid decision as much as you did at that moment, trying to do your job with the devil’s gaze burning your back.

To put it simply, your night together had changed something between you, while simultaneously changing nothing at all.

Rafe had barely said a word to you all week, but his heated stare as you professionally greeted him and Topper while setting their way-too-expensive prime ham sandwiches down on the table, said plenty. It was like he was expecting you to fall into his lap if he looked at you hard enough, blue gaze following your every move as you worked.

It was driving you crazy, and he knew it.

You had seen him almost every day since that Saturday night and, without fail, the blond made sure to make you as uneasy as he could until he either left or you clocked out.

And that wasn’t even the worst part.

People knew.

You hadn’t heard any rumors yourself and – by some miracle – neither John B nor any of his friends had mentioned it in any way. But you were aware that people knew if the hushed whispers of your and Rafe’s name said in the same sentence was any indication.

Like right now, you could feel the curious glances of the familiar-looking girls you were serving virgin margaritas to alternate between you and the men you had just served, their whispered giggles a good indication of what their conversation was about.

You didn’t dare turn, but you hoped that Rafe was keeping his eyes to himself right now; the last thing you needed was to make people even more curious about the both of you.

“Hey, Venus, can I ask you something?” Claire, one of the girls, asked in a conspiratorial whisper before giggling as she exchanged a look with her sister. The brunette didn’t wait for your answer before proceeding, “Is it true that you and Rafe Cameron had like… a thing at Allan’s party? Because we’ve heard some rumors…”

“I don’t know what–”

Does that mean you don’t hate each other anymore?” the other sister interrupted, nodding in Rafe’s direction just two tables away “Oh my God, are you guys dating?”.

“How is he in bed though?”

“Did you actually–”

“Okay, look, girls,” you said in a firm tone before any of them could utter another word. “I don’t know what you heard, but I’m glad to inform you that our mutual hate for each other is still very much alive. So, if that’s all…” you sent them a tight smile and moved to walk away. “Enjoy your drinks.”

You let out a deep sigh as you made a beeline for the kitchens, urging for a break and a cold glass of water. The kitchen was hot and loud, the sound of dishwashing machines and people talking just what you needed to zone out for a bit after the lunch hour rush, and this conversation that was about to give you an anxiety attack.

This was the first time anyone had actually asked you something about it, but you doubted it would be the last. The worst of it all was the fact that you were pretty sure that Rafe and his friend had heard every bit of that awkward convo, given their proximity and the girl’s apparent difficulty with speaking quietly.

You were on your second glass of water, leaning by a counter out of the way of the kitchen staff when the unthinkable happened.

“Hey, V.”

“Hey, JJ,” You greeted the blond boy back – still deep in your thoughts – as he leaned on the counter right beside you.

And that’s when he asked the forbidden question.

“Did something happen between you and Kook Prince out there?” he asked in a curious tone. “And I don’t mean you guys fighting – you do that all the time – I mean… you know… fucking.” As if his words weren’t enough, he added an obscene gesture as he said the word, his expression serious despite the question.

Your mouth dropped open in a scandalized scowl, the glass in your hand almost slipping from your fingers as the words registered.

If he knows, John B knows, was your immediate thought.

You fully turned to face JJ, his baby-blue eyes fixing you with a probing look that also seemed just a tad bit judgmental like it was actually his business who you were or weren’t fucking. But you knew that your sex life wasn’t the problem; who, specifically, was the problem. And you couldn’t really blame him, or anyone, for that; not when the who in question was Rafe fucking Cameron.

A beat passed where neither of you said a word, and you knew then that – didn’t matter whatever you said from now on – would be annulled by your initial silence. JJ had always been too perceptive for his own good, and you weren’t helping your case by just staring at him like a fish out of water.

But you still had to give it a try and save your remaining dignity; even if that meant lying with all your might.

-Excuse me?” you asked in your most offended tone, pinning him with a raised brow and a hand on your hip. “Do you even hear yourself? Do you really think that I would ever let a Kook – especially that one–- touch me like that?”

But JJ was harder to intimidate than most boys his age, and his eyes widened as he exclaimed in a tone loud enough to attract the kitchen staff’s attention: “Holy shit, are you fucking kidding me, is that a yes?! Did you and Cameron actually–”

You hurried to press a hand against his mouth, muffling his next words.

“Don’t. You. Dare,” you threatened, carefully intonating each word. “Say another word and you’ll never get a taste of my special brownies ever again. That’s a promise, JJ, I’ll make you regret it.”

His wide eyes relaxed, his surprised gaze turning into a playful one before you felt his tongue on your palm, making you drop it from his mouth with a sound of disgust followed by a slap on his shoulder.

“Ugh, you’re unbelievable! Where the hell did you even hear that, anyway?”

“So, you know the twins right – I had this thing with Claire, doesn’t matter now – but she just asked me if I knew anything about you and Cameron and no, I fucking did not! She told me people saw you fight and lock yourselves in a room. Like, what is that all about?”

“Those are rumors, and I’m honestly quite upset that you believe them.”

“Well, I didn’t until you looked at me like that,” he said, gesturing at you. “You always get wide-eyed when you’re lying. C’mon, you know you can tell me,” his expression turned deadly serious in an instant. “Did Rafe do anything to you? Did he–”

“Oh my god, JJ, no, Rafe didn’t hurt me or anything like what you’re thinking about, chill!”

“Oi!” A voice made you jump in place, and both yours and JJ’s gaze turned to the kitchen entrance where your boss stood, staring down at both of you with a raised brow. “I don’t pay you two to gossip around, get to work!”

“Yes, Raz, sorry!” you said, sending your boss an apologetic wave before turning to the blond. “Whatever you think you heard or saw, erase it from your mind, you understand? I’m serious, JJ. You don’t have to worry, okay?”

You went back to work after that, now under the gaze of not just Rafe – who was still following you with his eyes as he sipped on his drink – but also your cousin’s best friend, who alternated his watchful eye between you and the other man. This was exactly what you needed: just one more thing for you to worry about.

JJ would without a doubt tell John B, who would inevitably – and reasonably, if you were being honest with yourself – want to have a serious talk with you about it. If that happened, you would do what you always did when people got up in your business and shut that down. You loved them for caring about you, but you were as much a damsel in distress as they were your white knights.

But that was a problem for future you. Now you had orders to take and tables to clean and, fortunately, your shift was almost over.

A glance at your watch let you know that you only had to endure another forty minutes of work before you were free to go home and get back to that chapter you had been stuck at for some time.

You worked on autopilot, mind conjuring ideas to add to the plot line of your book as you filled a tray with empty glasses and beer bottles, so unaware of your surroundings that you didn’t even notice him approach.

“Hey, Venus.”

You jumped in place, your heart skipping a beat before you looked over your shoulder at Rafe Cameron, the Kook Prince himself. He was standing a few feet behind you, in some beige shorts and a dark blue polo shirt that clung to his torso just right, arms crossed at his chest. You tried not to think about his muscular arms, knowing damn well how strong he was and how they looked and felt around your naked body.

You quickly averted your eyes to his face, hoping that he would take the faint blush on your cheeks as just a consequence of working outside in the warm weather. He was staring at you with a satisfied little smile on his lips, like scaring you had made his day.

Asshole.

“Hey,” you greeted in a cold tone.

“How’re you doing?”

You took a moment to answer, filling the tray with the last of the glasses before turning to him, the full tray expertly balanced in your hand despite its weight.

“You know what?” you said as you walked by him to make your way inside, smiling to yourself as you heard him follow you; just like you knew he would. “I was having a nice day until I saw you walk in. After that, it got kinda shitty.”

“Bitchy today, aren’t we?” he said to your back, bite in his tone.

“With you? Always.”

“Been thinking about me when you touch yourself at night? Because I have.”

You set the tray on the bar counter with a little more strength than necessary, glasses and bottles clinking dangerously as you started to discard the bottles in the trash. It was, gladly, a slow day and there were no customers inside to hear your and Rafe’s conversation. The last thing you needed was for more people to wonder what was going on between you.

“Pig,” you spat at him.

“What, you don’t think of my cock inside you?” he asked, leaning closer to you. “Of my mouth on your tits? ‘Cause I do. All the fucking time.”

“So go fuck someone and leave me alone.”

“But I want you.”

“If only I cared.” Then you added, almost as an afterthought, “By the way, I’ve been spitting on all your drinks.” You sent him your best customer smile. “If you were wondering why they tasted sweeter..”

A moment passed where you just stared each other down, Rafe clearly annoyed, if the scowl on his face and the way he was sucking on the inside of his cheek was anything to go by. You were no stranger to that expression on his handsome face.

“You can be really fucking annoying, you know that?” he said, brows furrowing as you chuckled.

“That’s rich coming from you,” you retorted in a tone that clearly indicated you were done with the conversation, your boss watching you from outside making you nervous that he would think something of you two. You couldn’t lose this job. “Now, can you leave me alone, some of us actually have to work for a living, you know?”

You could feel his anger emanating from him in waves as you walked away, but you couldn’t care less. He was like a pampered little kid being denied an extra sweet, all pouty and red-faced because mommy wouldn’t give him what he wanted.

Someone had to make him understand that he couldn’t have every little thing his dark little heart desired.

«»«»«»«»«»

“So, are you gonna tell me what actually happened or nah?”

“Oh, my fucking God JJ, I swear to Jesus Chris– You can’t be here!”

It was finally the end of your shift, and you had really thought that your workday had come to an end until you walked into the locker room followed by none other than JJ, who had looked at you throughout the day like he wanted to keep talking about it. But you didn’t want to talk about it, thank you very much. You were more than glad to forget all about it.

But it was obvious that the blond had other ideas. At least he had waited for your coworker Ana to leave the room before getting in.

“Hey, hey, relax okay – no one will know I was here – plus, you can’t blame a guy for worrying. How could I hear about this and not ask you? I hear all kinds of crazy shit about you two all the time, but this one takes the cake.”

“Okay, so you can ask, and I can blame you for being an idiot asking idiot questions,” you said as you changed out of your uniform into a non-sweaty shirt. “Just mind your damn business, it’s as simple as that.” You grimaced at your words, before adding, now in a softer tone, “You got nothing to be freaking out about, okay?”

He sat down on a bench with his back to you as you changed, foot tapping on the floor in what you knew was one of his nervous tics. It almost made you feel bad for worrying him. JJ meant well, and you knew that.

You ruffled his hair as you passed by him to watch yourself in the mirror by the sink, freeing your hair from its ponytail before massaging your scalp with a sigh of contentment.

“So, you’re telling me you’re good… right?” he asked, your eyes locking through the reflection. “All is good?

“All is good,” you repeated with a faint smile at his reflection as you passed your wrists under a cold stream of water.

“John B will freak out when he hears about this.”

“Oh, please,” you grunted, turning off the faucet and crossing your arms as you leaned against the sink. “Like he’s one to talk…”

If your cousin could date Sarah Cameron – a super sweet girl who was nothing like her brother, you would give her that – then you could fuck Rafe Cameron in what was a single occasion of drunk and horny impulsivity.

“What?”

“He won’t freak out because there’s no reason to freak out,” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And even if there was – which there isn’t – is none of your business whom I sleep with or not. I’m older than all of you, so who the hell are you to scold me like I’m some little girl?”

“I just think it’s weird, that’s all,” JJ said with a shrug. “After everything he did to you, why would you even – why would he –” he interrupted himself, shaking his head. “Nah, you know what, you’re right, it’s none of my business.”

Was that… bitterness in his eyes? It almost made you throw your hands up in the sky in frustration.

You didn’t need anyone to look at you with anger, judgment, pity, or anything resembling those emotions. You weren’t a scared little girl anymore and Rafe wasn’t the big bad wolf. Your decisions – even if you regretted them – had been your own.

“Don’t you dare look at me like that,” you grumbled in a threatening tone, finger pointed at him as you stepped closer.

JJ didn’t look the smallest bit intimidated as he looked up at you, mouth set in a straight line like he was forcing himself to not say anything else that would upset you. Then, his lips curved into a tight smile, and he stood up with a sigh.

“Well, I gotta go so…” he muttered, nodding at you as he squeezed your shoulder for a quick moment before walking towards the door. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow then, yeah?”

“Yeah, you will,” you confirmed with a sigh, accepting the change of subject like it was some kind of truce between you. “Goodbye, JJ.”

«»«»«»«»«»

Walking home after work was like a meditation of sorts. You would put on your earphones, shutting off the world around you before pressing play on your favorite playlist, letting your thoughts wander as you walked the few miles to the home where you lived with your family.

You glanced at your old leather wristwatch, checking the time through its lightly cracked screen. It was a little past six in the afternoon, and the sun would set soon. At this hour, your brother David would probably be sitting at the kitchen table finishing his homework, while little Kevin watched cartoons in the living room and your mother finished cooking dinner, everyone waiting for your arrival so you could enjoy a meal together.

Being home with your family after a tiring day of work was both a pleasant and chaotic experience, but you loved it all the same.

You took a deep breath of the late afternoon air, the nice sea breeze filling your lungs and cooling down your sweaty skin. It made you want to go to the beach; you missed swimming. Surfing had never been your thing, but being in the ocean, moving your body in tune with the currents and the waves, made you feel a special kind of peace. Or used to, anyway. You had barely set foot in salt water since you were fifteen years old.

With a sigh, you ignored the path that led you to the beach and continued walking home.

You were more than halfway there when a strange feeling took over you. It was an all too familiar suspicion; like you were being watched. Taking the earpiece from your right ear, you listened attentively, head slightly tilted. The sound of wheels rolling on gravel and the rumble of a motor made you sure of it:

You were being followed.

With a glance over your shoulder, you saw a black truck, eyes going wide as you halted and fully turned around, recognizing the vehicle.

“So, you’re a stalker now?” you said loud and clear, hands on your hips as you stared down at the driver’s tinted window.

As you expected, the car stopped right beside you, the window sliding down with a smooth electric sound to reveal none other than Rafe Cameron.

Shocking.

“Just wanted to offer you a ride home, that’s all,” he said with a nod at the passenger seat like he was telling you to get in.

He stared at you with a look you couldn’t quite decipher, those blue eyes of his pinning you down like he was challenging you to a fight, to say something that would inevitably escalate – as all your conversations did. Which, being who he was and who you were, was most likely the right interpretation.

“Right,” you said with a pronounced eye roll. “And the best way to do that is following me like you’re some damn kidnapper. What next, should I wait for you to gag me and throw me in the trunk?”

His lips twitched at that, and he averted his eyes with a sniff before looking at you again.

“Don’t be giving me any ideas…”

He said it in a playful tone, but his narrowed gaze could be described as anything but playful. It instantly made you regret your words. It was not that you thought he would actually kidnap you but, when it came to Rafe Cameron, nothing was out of the realm of possibility.

You looked up and down the street, noticing how empty your surroundings looked with no one in sight, either on the road or on the sidewalk. There were houses ahead though, so if he tried something you would make sure to show him how piercing your high notes could be when you felt the need for them.

“Relax,” Rafe said, most likely noticing your tense shoulders and your wandering gaze. “I’m not thinking about doing any kidnapping today.” Today. “Just wanted to give you a ride, that’s all.”

“Yeah sure, like I would fall for that. What do you really want, Rafe?”

The telltale signs that showed his growing irritation manifested themselves in the flush of his cheeks and the furrowing of his blond eyebrows, which always made his blue eyes look darker and threatening. Most people feared Rafe and his temperament, but you were more than desensitized at this point.

“Haven’t I made it clear enough?” he asked in an even tone that clearly didn’t match his emotions.

“As much as I’ve made it clear that I don’t want anything else to do with you.”

You took notice as his hands tightened around the steering wheel.

“And why not?” he asked, almost indignant like he couldn’t possibly understand you and your constant refusal of his request. “I’m not asking you to marry me, just to have fun once in a while. I had a good time, you had a good time… so, what’s really stopping you from saying ‘Yes’?”

“You know what.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, please tell me it’s not–”

“Okay, shut up and listen!” You raised your hand to stop him, feeling your temper get the better of you. “This might be news to you, but you really made my life hell in high school. I was a teenage girl with no friends, going through hell, and you just came out of nowhere to make it all so much worse. Unprovoked! Do you think that’s easy for me to just forget? To throw all those years you hurt me behind my back just because – what – you suddenly realized you want to fuck me? Your feelings about me change nothing when I’ve hated you for so long.” You let out a deep sigh. “And that feeling really hasn’t diminished over the years.”

“You say you hate me, but you still fucked me,” he asked eyes narrowed as he locked under his hard gaze. “So, what does that say about you?”

“It says I make mistakes,” you retorted, shaking your head at his words. “One of my biggest regrets in life, if I’m being honest.”

Hurt flashed in his eyes, his jaw clenching as he averted his gaze, and for a moment you didn’t know if you should feel vindicated or sorrowful. It all mixed in an uncomfortable knot in your stomach.

A moment passed, and you were about to walk away when he spoke again.

“I said I was sorry, didn’t I?”

You scoffed, shaking your head at the simplicity of his words. You knew Rafe was far from stupid, but the way he was being obtuse made you wonder.

“And you think that apologizing like you’re doing changes things? After what you’ve done to me?” you bit your lip, feeling your eyes sting as an unwelcome memory resurfaced. “Do you remember what you did to me when my father died?”

Silence. Rafe said nothing, avoiding your gaze as he stared at his hands, knuckles whitening as his grip on the wheel tightened, the leather scratching under his palms.

“Do you even remember?” you pressed him on, slowly stepping towards the car until you were so close you could touch the door. “Do you remember how cruel you were? My father died, I almost died, and you still thought it was funny to tell me that I was the one who drowned him. That it was all my fault. Your stupid jokes… I almost believed it.”

“That–” He hesitated, glancing at you for a split second before looking away again. “I shouldn’t have– I know I shouldn’t have–”

“But that didn’t stop you, did it?” you asked, voice wavering as you tried not to cry; not in front of him. “You saw me going through the worst chapter in my life, and you still decided to make me miserable. Honestly… I’m not sure who hates each other more, but if your father died I wouldn’t be making jokes about it or blaming you for his death, that’s for sure. When your–” you stopped yourself before you mentioned his mother, avoiding his gaze as his brows raised. A part of you really wanted to hurt him back, but that was not a can of worms you wanted to go near.

You moved away from the car instead, sniffling as you tried to ignore the lump in your throat. You were about to walk away when Rafe called your name, a slight tremor in his voice.

“I’ll make it up to you. Let me–”

“Nah, don’t bother.” You didn’t even turn to him as you started walking away, feeling suddenly more exhausted than you had been ten minutes ago. “I’m not about to take part in your redemption arc just because you feel bad. That’s something between you, God, and a therapist.”

Without another word, you put on your earpiece, turned up the volume of your phone to the max, and pressed play, rushing to get home and forgetting that this conversation ever happened.

«»«»«»«»«»

Part 3 ->

[main-character-moment]

I think the reason Alastor shipping discourse is so annoying to me is the fact that, yeah. Ship what you want forever. But consider you’re also straight up erasing a queer identity that the creator went out of her way to include in the show!

People bring up the argument of “oh but people always make straight characters gay! Why can’t we make aro/ace/aroace characters be in relationships?” Because you’re erasing a queer identity. If there was a canonically gay character in a show, and a huge portion of the fandom went “actually no I want to write him with a woman instead” there would be bloody murder over it. But when an aspec person has their identity erased? It’s always “I’m just having fun with the dynamics! Vivienne said we can ship what we want!” And that’s well and good but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re still erasing an extremely underrepresented queer identity.

There’s also the argument of “but aro/ace/aroace people can still have sex/date/whatever”. Also true! But a lot don’t, and I see no one calling out that fact. The only people I’ve seen saying that are saying so justify their ships. Outside of fandom it’s always an argument that aspec people shouldn’t/can’t have sex/date. There’s also the fact that Vivziepop has heavily implied he’s aro and not that into sex, be it repulsed or neutral.

It just bothers me so much that people will go out of their way to ignore identities. Like, ship him all you want with whoever you want! I can’t stop you! All I can ask, though, as an aspec person who’s neutral/positive across the board, if you’re doing so to explore dynamics, ffs remember his identity. It’s an important part of his dynamic with other people. Plus, it’s an interesting one to explore! How does an asexual (and implied aromantic) character deal with the very sexual hell? How would a relationship form with someone who wants genuine romance? In radiosilence/one way broadcast you have a plethora of ways that you can fuck around with dynamics too!

There’s so much you can do with it. Please I’m on my knees begging. For once just let aspec people be aspec.

[metalnecklace]

Sunburn

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (plus size)

Words: 3234

Warnings: Sunburns (don’t be dumb, use sunscreen and reapply ffs), Established relationship, Fingering, Edging, Dirty talk, Javi is gentle and so soft, Javi is also firm and knows what he’s doing, Begging, Use of y/n.

Notes: Yeah I got a pretty bad sunburn cause I was dumb a few weeks ago, writing this was my way of getting through it. There will absolutely be a second part, it’s already in the works. Takes place sometime back in Texas. Of course a sweaty Javi is needed for this too.

Summary: Reader gets a sunburn, Javi teaches a lesson

Masterlist

Part II - Tanlines

I fucked up.

I fucked up big time.

I had remembered to apply sunscreen that morning right before I went outside to the community pool. However, I was too caught up in relaxing to remember one very important rule.

Reapply.

My skin was practically screaming at me as I turned in the bathroom to observe how bad my new burn was in the mirror. It wasn’t the worst one I’d ever had, but it was still a doozy.

“Fuck,” I said, the word punching out of my lips.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

Double fuck. Javier was home.

“Nothing! It’s alright, I’ll be out in a second!” I called through the locked bathroom door, my voice bouncing off the walls.

“Okay, whatever you say!” He called back before his footsteps retreated down the hallway.

There was no way I was going to be able to hide my mistake, my skin was pink from my head to my toes. Plus I needed some help putting on the aloe lotion, especially on my back where I couldn’t reach. I took a deep breath and raised my chin. I could do it.

The door cracked open just enough for me to poke my head out. “Javi? Baby?”

“Yeah?” He called out from the kitchen. I was surprised he heard me from the next room, considering my voice wasn’t very loud. I was too nervous. His footsteps sounded on the floor as he came over to the hallway. “What’s wrong?”

“I did something stupid,” I confessed.

He came closer with an eyebrow raised. I took a moment to admire his t-shirt that he changed into from work and his jeans that were not as tight as they were in Colombia. His father made enough comments about whether or not he could breathe properly with them on. I didn’t mind either way, the man could fill out any pair of jeans he wore.

“I may have gotten a bit burnt.” I lowered my head so I was looking at the floor, hoping he didn’t get too good of a look at my pink face.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad, (Y/N),” he said softly. I raised my head and he stopped in his tracks. “Oh. Oh boy.”

“I told you,” I groaned while stepping back into the bathroom.

He opened up the door and let his eyes roam over my aching skin. “Oh, baby, look at you. You poor thing.”

I sighed and looked in the mirror, poking my forehead to watch the white shock of skin under my finger immediately turn red again.

“Did you wear anything at all? You know you’re not used to this kind of heat and sun here.” He stepped forward with his hands up but lowered them when he realized I would be in pain if he touched me.

“I did! I swear.” I reached into the bag I had brought home from the store and pulled out the brand new bottle of aloe lotion. “I just forgot to reapply, that’s all.”

“That’s all? You must be in so much pain!”

“Not yet, no. It’s starting to settle in, but it’s not too bad. I’ve had worse, it just really sucks is all.” I turned to face him, bottle in hand. “I can put this on, but I need your help with places I can’t reach. I also need a super loose shirt, which I have plenty of, but may need your help to get it on.”

Javi shook his head, sighing, but took the bottle from my hand. “I’ll help you, but you gotta promise to be more careful.”

“Ugh,” I groaned, rolling my eyes. “I promise. I’m uncomfortable enough, just please hurry.”

He instructed me to turn around and face the mirror, and when I did I distracted myself from the inevitable pain by watching him. It was touching how careful he was being as he looked me over, then slowly started to undo my bikini top.

“I didn’t think undressing me was part of this,” I said.

“You need lotion everywhere, plus I doubt you’ll want this on when your skin starts to swell.” His voice was soft, but I could hear the warning in it. He wasn’t unhappy with me, more concerned and slightly disappointed in my poor choices.

“You have experience, I see.” I laughed, imagining the roles reversed. I’d feel pretty bad too but just thinking of the pout he’d adorn while I tried my best to be careful made a smile tug at my lips.

He finished untying my top and slowly lifted the strings off. I could already feel my hot skin starting to swell around the fabric as it was peeled off of me.

“Of course, I lived in Colombia for how many years? Just because Bogotá is cooler doesn’t mean the rest of the place is, trust me.” The bottle cap popped open. “Now hold still.”

I hissed when I felt the liquid make contact with my skin. It felt like ice even though I had heard him rubbing his palms together to warm it up a bit, and his hands felt like sandpaper as he slowly rubbed a generous amount of lotion onto my back and shoulders. My lungs burned as I let out a breath, not realizing I hadn’t breathed since he had opened the bottle.

“There you go, baby. You gotta be more careful, this is not pretty.” Javi’s voice was soothing, and I felt like he held me in the palm of his hand.

“Not pretty?” I pouted.

He chuckled, the sound soothing my nerves now that he was closer. “You’re always pretty. The pain isn’t though, is it?”

I shook my head no. My eyes fluttered shut as his hands moved up my shoulders to my neck, then down to my shoulders and arms. If it didn’t feel so sharp I would’ve been a puddle on the floor, but the pain kept me from fully relaxing.

“Turn around,” he said. “I’m gonna put some on your face and chest.”

“I can do the rest, Javi. It’s alright.” I turned and tried to take the bottle but he held it out of my reach.

“Let me take care of you.” His big, brown eyes widened slightly, and I knew I was a goner. I could never say no to him.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Just please be gentle. It hurts the most on my chest and tummy.” I shifted so I was standing closer and winced. “And the tops of my thighs.”

“I know, cariño, I got you.” He was gentle, but I still closed my eyes at the sensation. It was not comfortable, but my skin did start feeling a bit better with the lotion soothing it. Javi’s presence was very helpful as he smoothed his hands over my shoulders, chest, and arms, while also being respectful of my naked upper half. “There I think I got what I can from here, why don’t you go lay down and I can get the rest.”

“But our bed will be all yucky,” I said.

“I’ll grab a towel, and you can put on a shirt and some loose shorts. How about that?” He waited for my answer with a raised brow.

Slowly I started nodding. “Okay. That sounds like a plan.”

I walked to our room and searched my drawers for some clothes while Javi laid out a towel on the bed. When I turned he was already watching me with the bottle of lotion in one hand and the towel situated on the bed so I’d have my head on a pillow. He really was too good to me.

He placed the lotion on the bedside table and walked over to me. “Here, baby, let me help you.”

I raised my arms to help him slide my shirt over my head and relished in the gentleness of his hands as he pulled it down over my torso. It was basically a nightgown since I had bought it two sizes up and with comfort in mind. I never thought it was the sexiest thing I owned but Javier loved the fact that he could stare at my legs and easily run his hands up my thighs whenever I wore it.

“Let’s do shorts after, because I’m going to have to get lotion pretty much all over your thighs, cariño.” His voice seemed to drop in pitch as he eyes the skin that would need lotion next. “Get yourself comfortable on the towel.”

I did as he asked and crawled onto the bed. My skin felt heated as I made my way over onto the towel, and not just because of my burn. When I laid down on my back I looked up to find him watching me with pupils blown. A glance at his tightening jeans told me everything I needed to know.

“Javi,” I sighed. “Hurry up, please.”

“I’m sorry, baby, but you know those legs drive me crazy.” He walked over so he was standing over me at the side of the bed.

“Why don’t you get a bit more comfortable then?” I batted my lashes at him, feeling the heat from my skin start to bloom within my belly. “You don’t want to get any of that stuff on your jeans. They look too nice.”

“Nice try, but I’m taking care of you,” he said, a sly smile painting his lips. “I can wait. But you can get more comfortable.”

I huffed, but slid off my bathing suit bottoms and relaxed against the bed for him anyway. He popped open the bottle and squirted some lotion onto his hand, then placed it back onto the table before rubbing his palms together. He climbed onto the bed so he was between my ankles and leaned forward to smear the lotion onto the tops of my thighs. I sighed in both in relief and slight discomfort as his hands smoothed over to my hips, then to the crease leading to my stomach. My shirt lifted slightly as he rubbed higher until my entire lower half was revealed.

As he grabbed more lotion I wiggled my hips. I could feel wetness starting to gather between my legs and wondered if he would notice. The smirk that adorned his lips when he resumed rubbing my skin told me he definitely did.

“Cariño, you’re getting turned on from this?” He teased, moving his hands further up the tops of my thighs until his thumbs were spreading the soft inner skin. He pushed my legs further apart until I was spread out for him. I blushed but doubted it would make a difference in my already pink cheeks. “Fuck, you’re so wet and I haven’t even touched this pretty pussy.”

I groaned, throwing an arm over my eyes. “I just like when you touch me.”

“Good, because I like touching you.” I squeezed my eyes shut against my arm while he rubbed his hands over my thighs, reaching higher and higher until his thumbs were spreading my lips apart. “I want you to look at me, (Y/N).”

Reluctantly I removed my arm and looked down to see his big brown eyes watching my every move. I almost felt nervous, but the comfort he brought me smothered that feeling. Arousal shot through my veins as he concentrated on his actions. His thumbs kept moving closer, spreading me apart for his eyes, but never touching where I needed him to touch me most.

“Javi, please,” I moaned softly. “I need you to touch me.”

“Yeah? Does my pretty girl know what she needs?” He stopped moving his hands and looked at me. “I don’t think she does, or she wouldn’t be this burnt.”

Mean. He was so mean. “Please,” I groaned.

He shook his head, looking back down to where his thumbs massaged the creases at the base of my inner thighs. “No, I don’t think so. I’ll take care of you, but you’re going to have to be patient.”

My head pressed back into the pillow and my eyes squeezed tight in annoyance.

He pinched my thigh, making me wine as I brought my attention back to him. “And you have to look at me. You’re going to watch me, so you can see how to take care of yourself.”

“Okay, Javi.” I gave in so easily to him. I always did.

“Good girl,” he cooed as he slid back on the bed and laid down on his stomach between my legs.

I made sure to keep my eyes on him as his fingers danced along my thighs, making me squirm. All I wanted was his fingers on my clit or fucking into me, but he was taking his sweet time.

Finally I felt air hit my wetness as he spread me open yet again with his thumbs. Then he slipped a knuckle up my slit and dragged it over my clit. I whined and writhed on the bed.

“Lo sé, lo sé, cariño, I got you.” His voice rumbled through my skin and shot through my veins.

I felt sweat start to bead at my hairline and on the back of my neck while I tried my best to be patient. Javi was right, he did know how to take care of me.

He wiped the lotion off of his hands on the towel and then his thumb pressed just outside my clit, moving in a steady circle around the sensitive nub. My whole body was lighting up as my orgasm started to approach a lot quicker than anticipated.

“Javi, I think I’m gonna-“ I started, but was cut off with a whine as he pulled his thumb away.

“Not yet, baby,” he said, staring up at me with his lips curled up on one side. “That’s way too soon. Take a deep breath.”

I groaned but inhaled, filling my lungs to capacity before emptying them back out. My limbs melted even further onto the bed. Javi nodded and resumed circling my clit.

I could feel the coil in my belly start to tighten again, but held off as long as I could. He pulled away once more.

“Javi,” I panted.

“I could feel you tightening up, baby. Not time yet, I barely got started.” He was fully smiling, and it was probably because of the pout that was on my face.

“Please.”

“Not yet.” He continued locking his eyes with mine as he resumed his actions.

It took a bit longer than before for my orgasm to start building again. I moaned and tried to push myself closer to him, but he held steady with the same movements and praises.

“You’re doing so good for me, I know it’s sensitive, I know you want to cum.” His eyes were locked onto where his thumb pressed closer and closer to my clit, my nerves completely on fire. “Do you want my fingers, pretty girl?”

“Yes, yes, please, Javi.” I was babbling, only knowing what I wanted.

He slipped his thumb down from my clit and slipped two of his fingers inside my entrance. I moaned his name and threw my head back at the pleasure that lit up my senses.

He pulled his fingers back out.

“Now, now. What are we supposed to be doing?”

I hadn’t realized I had squeezed my eyes shut until they snapped open to stare at the ceiling. “Sorry, Javi,” I said quickly while lifting my head to look back at him. “You just feel so good.”

“You’re so good for me, baby. I’ll let it slide this time.” He smiled and pushed his fingers back in, opening his mouth in a gasp at the same time I did. “But don’t do it again.”

“I won’t, I promise, I’m sorry, Javi,” I continued to babble, my head fuzzy with trying to think straight.

“My pretty girl is so good to me, isn’t she? And so so wet for me. Listen to this pussy,” he said, leaving a pause long enough that the obscene squelching reached my ears. “So wet and so sensitive. I know you want to cum, but you can take it, can’t you?”

“Yes, Javi, I can take it.” I was panting, my mouth hanging open while trying to suck in as much air as my lungs would allow.

“I haven’t even tasted you yet, fuck,” he groaned, his eyes following the way his fingers fucked in and out of me. “Can I, baby? Can I taste you?”

“Yes!” I cried out, trying to hold myself back from cumming when his thumb started circling my clit again. “Please, Javi, please.”

He leaned forward and latched his lips over my clit. With the pressure of his fingers curling into that blinding white spot while his tongue rolled over my clit I felt like I was going to break at any moment.

“Javi, please, can I cum?” I asked, tears prickling in the corners of my eyes. “I'm so close, please, Javi.”

He pulled his lips away. “Cum,” he growled against my wet skin before sealing his lips over me again.

I cried out his name, my hips snapping against his face. My orgasm was blinding, a white hot electric current shooting into my fingers and toes. My throat was raw with how loudly I moaned for him, his name falling from my lips over and over until my back finally relaxed back down onto the bed.

“Javi,” I moaned again, my eyelids heavy and hooded over my eyes.

He kissed my clit one last time, my body jolting at the sensitivity, then he pulled himself away. I reached my hands out and tried grabbing at him to pull him closer to me. He smiled and crawled over me, kissing me. I moaned into his mouth as the taste of me mixed with his spit slid over my tongue.

I whined when he stood up and I tried to pull him back down.

“No, no, baby, I have to get your shorts on.” He leaned over the bed and grabbed them, helping me lift my legs and hips to fit them on.

“But I want you,” I said, my eyebrows furrowing.

“Not tonight, cariño.” He leaned down and lightly kissed my burning forehead. I closed my eyes at the comfort he brought despite my burn. He stood back up. “Next time.”

“Please fuck me, Javi. I want you so bad,” I whined. “I need you, please.”

He shook his head, standing over me. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby. Your skin is too sensitive.”

I pouted. “It’s not that bad, I promise. You can hurt me, I can take it.”

“No, (Y/N).” His voice was firm, making my body freeze in place. “Maybe you’ll learn to take care of yourself next time.”

I whimpered his name, but he just smiled sweetly as if he wasn’t torturing me. “When you’re feeling better I’ll show you what good girls get.”

With that he turned and walked out the door of our bedroom. I sighed shakily, my limbs feeling heavy.

“Come eat supper!” He called from down the hall, as if he didn’t just make me a complete mess.

I groaned and peeled myself off of the bed. At least while I suffered from my mistake with the sun I could focus on all the ways he’d get his hands on me when my tan settled in.

I froze and sighed, remembering one embarrassing thing about having a burn.

The fucking tanlines.

- - - - - -

Taglist: @sullyosully

[lovelyo]

You Can’t Spell Polin Without Colin

Let me be clear. This ain’t a Colin appreciation post. Colin is an entitled, selfish dweeb but even I can see from his POV.

And somehow the Polin fans who swear up and down they love him can’t.

“Colin is a bitch boy”

“Colin stayed mad at Penelope for too long”

“Where’s supportive husband Colin? Where’s Colin ‘My Wife’ Bridgerton?”

“He just needs to forgive her already, get over it!”

This is gonna be a long one.

“Colin is a bitch boy”

That’s a perfect way to invalidate a man’s feelings. Let’s rage about misogyny but talk shit about guys who has feelings 😒. How is he a bitch boy for being upset at someone he loves for lying to him for years, even before they came intimate and when they were just friends.

He was open and transparent with Penelope every step of the way, bared his heart to her, was vulnerable with her and was happy to see that what he wanted was right there in front of him… only for him to find out she’s LW, the person who has been dunking on him and his family, LW whom he loathed. He cried ffs when he found out. The reason that hurt the most wasn’t that she was LW, it’s that she lied to him. She didn't spare a thought that he needed to know about such secrecy i.e, not giving a shit about his feelings. It mirrored exactly what Marina did. (On top of that, he realized that it was her that sent Marina to her doom) She didn’t reciprocate that same vulnerability he did for her and by the end of the season, still chose LW over him and he just had to sit there and take it.

You wanna talk about men not giving a shit about women’s feelings but it’s alright for women to do the same for men in the name of “girlbossing” 🤢

Colin in 2 weeks simmered down about the hurt Penelope has caused him while it took Penelope several months to get over one comment he said about her, which isn’t even detrimental because COLIN DOESN’T OWE PENELOPE A GODDAMN THING! You can’t get mad at someone who doesn’t want to date you. Who do you think you are to even believe you have a claim to someone like they’re a possession. She ghosted him for months over this while he had and did get over lies, shame, and betrayal in, again, a small amount of time. Who’s the bigger whiny bitch?

“Colin stayed mad at Penelope for too long”

Staying mad for too long? He didn’t stay mad long enough! Please contextualize. This man has been in scheming scandals with the Featherington family since season 1 lol. People are forgetting the trauma that he got from the pregnancy scandal, mainly the embarrassment from it being exposed by LW and having the whole ton know his business, which is humiliating as fuck and made him look like a fool(this is why I keep telling you ding dongs to stop saying LW saved the Bridgertons, she did not!) He had to null the engagement with the diamond of the season.

The start of his hatred for LW started from season 1. Colin told Penelope that she should’ve told him to his face about the pregnancy.

“Aschually 🤓☝️, she did try.”

Actually, she did not.

She tried to hint that Marina was still in love with a soldier, not “hey, the misses you trying to spit game at is preggo.” So his friend, knowing this info, instead of telling him the proper information privately to his face as a fricking friend should, printed out his business.

And let’s play devil’s advocate. Ok, Pen told Colin about the pregnancy and Colin didn’t listen. In the same season, we saw Violet do damage control and spinning the rumor windmill to help her daughter get the fuck away from Berbrooke. Penelope knows how supportive and protective the Bridgertons are with each other and also knows how much they like her since she’s friends with Eloise and Colin. Violet would’ve definitely listened, told Colin, and stirred something up to aid the situation.

But nah.

So that happened plus before that scandal came out, LW mocked Daphne for her lack of suitors and said Marina was incomparable, not Daphne. And then the Eloise scandal, all because of LW. Three Bridgertons struck. Even Season 3, LW talked shit about Colin being fake, so Penelope embarrassed him in front of the ton twice. And of course, she had an excuse, “I just wanted the old Colin back!” So you embarrassing him in front of the ton was gonna make him sweet and kind again? 😬

The woman he loves belittled him twice and clearly stands by it 'cause she’s not giving up LW, just not writing it under anonymity. 'So imma acknowledge that I hurt you, the person I love, but I’m not gonna do anything to fix it, but I want you to still support and love me, regardless of what I do,' is essentially what she's saying.

What utter shit, and then we got Pen stans/Polin fans: “Stfu Colin, your angst is ruining my fantasy ship, go kiss, finger, and fuck Penelope already.”

Oh Christ. It’s like whoever doesn’t cater to Penelope deserves the noose.

“Where’s supportive husband Colin? Where’s Colin ‘My Wife’ Bridgerton?”

Where’s supportive wife Penelope? Where’s Penelope ‘I Love You’ Bridgerton? She has declared her love but hasn't really shown it throughout season 3. Show > Tell. Action > Words. With the lies told to him from past to current, this guy undoubtedly has trust issues. How can he believe her? We the viewers saw Pen Hilton pining after Colin through season 1 & 2, but Colin himself doesn't know that she liked him before then. He even said that he thought she wouldn't feel the same about him as he did about her. So when the feeling is finally mutual, Penelope just doesn't do much. It's like she tells him, "I love you" just so he can shut his fucking piehole.

We've seen, despite Colin being upset, him still loving her, wanting her and working through the pain so he can look at Penelope and not immediately think of LW.

"B-B-But, uh, the entrapment comment was too harsh!"

First off, you people act like you have never said mean things to someone out of anger during a fight.

Second, like how you guys say LW is harsh but tells the truth(which is a complete lie, but nothing surprises me anymore with this fandom) that comment was harsh, but he told the truth. She did trap him. While he did ruin her previous proposal, he did chase down her carriage, but right after he proposed, she blabbed to the whole ton the next morning about the engagement(this showed how much the Bridgertons are morons, but I digress). If anything happened, it’d be hard for him to back out without everyone knowing and questioning his honor. It’d be his second time cutting off an engagement and it’d be his 3rd time being humiliated.

He asked if she wanted to be intimate, she immediately said yes. Eloise told her to tell him even before they had sex, but she didn't. Penelope knew Colin hated LW but still agreed to sex before she told him. She didn't even tell him, he had to found out tailing her carriage! So screw you freaks, that comment was well needed for her ass. As said before, Colin has been duped by the Featherington family so him lashing out and saying that is him telling her, 'Prove to me you're not like Marina." (She isn't. She's worse).

"Book!Colin was more supportive!"

Of course he was; LW didn't hurt him, his family, or anyone else. LW wasn't vicious like she is in the show. When Book!Colin found out about LW, him and Penelope were still friends, they weren't engaged, they didn't have sex; Book!Colin didn't hate LW. He was just jelly that Penelope made a legacy own her and he was there still purposeless at age 33(something the show tried to emulate but fell flat in a pile of horse shit). The situation in the show is way worse than what it was in the book. Book!Colin would hate Show!Penelope.

Where was Penelope's support when she saw that he was emotionally damaged by the LW reveal? Where were her attempts to mend the drift when she saw that he wouldn't sleep with her in their marital bed? Where was the comfort when she saw him lying on the couch, mentally worn out? She just passed by him and even suggested leaving in separate carriages. She did not support him when he was at his lowest, his own wife. Now if the show showed Penelope trying to talk to Colin and comfort him and he responded, "Give me more time.”, then fine.

But that didn't happen. He had to be the one to fix the relationship when she was the reason he was depressed. He never considered giving up on her, clearly with him still marrying her and sleeping on the couch they screwed on right outside their room door where he could’ve slept in another room in that huge ass house. He wanted her to try and reconcile but Penelope gave him nothing.

But he’s being too sulky and not supportive enough though Penelope ain’t returning the favor.

We get drowned with LW drama with the Polin fans admonishing Colin for not being a proper pet to Penelope.

Isn't this show named Bridgerton? What in the fresh hell?

He chose her over his own pride, pain and emotions. Penelope didn't do the same but people want to act like Colin isn't supportive or barely supported her, when in a relationship, it goes both ways. His purpose shouldn't be to prop up Penelope but that's what the show limits him to, F his feelings, f his mental health, girlboss Penelope deserves her man and her HEA as if he's a reward or a consolation prize, not a person deeply hurt by someone he thought he knew.

“He just needs to forgive her already, get over it!”

Y'all are trash for this. After all what Penelope has done to him, you want him to get over it so quick so you can have more cringe romantic scenes and soulless sex scenes. It took Eloise a year to forgive Penelope(and it happened in the dumbest fashion, but that's another can of worms). Just because they're together doesn't mean a speedy recovery. Actually it's worse 'cause they are together. He even told Eloise that she’s lucky she’s never been in love; it hurt that much.

The fact he chose to stay is already a big step of him getting over it, but that’s not enough it seems. You want him to get over the hurt she did to him, the lies, the loss of his own agency ‘cause like it or not, Colin still wanted to marry Marina even after knowing the truth but Penelope took away his decision to ensure his availability for her. She embarrassed his family a good number of times. But hey, get over it Colin.

He’s second when it comes to Penelope. He asked this beotch to give up the gossip column, a thing that caused him and others pain throughout the years, to be with him, forget the past and start their new life together. Nope, she chose her career. LW is power and she still wants that manipulative power so take the L from your wife Colin. Her ego won the day, not their love; Penelope is Colin’s first. LW is Penelope’s first, get over it Colin. It’s harsh af knowing you’ll never be first in the heart of the woman that you love.

If anyone needs to get over anything, it’s Penelope. She should’ve been got over Colin’s comment, now stew in her own shit for months; she’s not entitled to his feelings. She should’ve gotten over the damn gossip column that does more harm than good ‘cause if she’s such a great writer, then explore other avenues of writing. You’re already established, it’ll be nothing of you for your works to become popular since the ton already knows you’re a great writer.

The damage for Colin is deep but he must get over it to be the cushion for Penelope, for him to be in the shadows so Penelope can take all the shine ‘cause “feminism woo hoo!” She’s a career woman and Colin’s purpose is just to love Penelope and nothing more.

Penelope, Penelope, Penelope, it’s all about Penelope.

Their relationship shouldn't be imbalanced like it is. The ship is called POLIN. Colin is just as important as Penelope, but the show and even the fans don’t treat it as such. He’s turned to some irrelevant sidekick who’s an accessory for Penelope and his purpose: well of course it is Penelope.

The show made him publish his journals at the end to be like “see look, he does have a purpose of his own!”, though we rarely saw a lead up to that. It’s addressed once, the LW drama comes in, that part of him is buried until the final episode where it’s framed that his anger was jealousy all along, not him having a vendetta against LW for harming him and his loved ones.

Bullshit on top of bullshit.

Yeah, maybe he should’ve went up there and stood with her when she was giving her god awful speech, but his ‘If my only purpose in life is to love a woman as great as you’ toxic feminism speech would’ve just dulled it. Plus, I don’t think people know how abusive that speech is.

They should’ve stood together, Queen deus ex machina gives her pardon, and then he gives her a speech about how the wound is still there but he knows it’ll heal, to be honest with each other going forward, to put the past to rest and continue on into the future, hand in hand as Mr and Mrs. Bridgerton. Cringe, but at least love is the focus. Him being the man behind the woman instead of the man beside the woman undermined their love story and undermined the ridiculous feminism narrative too, sacrificing the equality aspect of both of it.

I’m just ranting at this point but anyway, this ain’t the Penelope show. Give Colin some fucking grace like you do your Mary Sue.

[elementroar]

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #118 has been a FEAST for my shipping heart for THE first villain couple I actually ever saw in a show and have a soft spot for.

Oh Zedd, you and your “I-totally-still-hate-you-for-nearly-killing-me” speech. I love how he dances around not saying the L word. Cos they are VILLAINS, ‘love’ doesn’t factor in. It just causes things like Rita ‘hating’ Zedd so much that she doomed the universe.

I can’t tell if Zedd is impressed or frustrated that basically their love-hate relationship started the multiversal apocalypse. Especially when he started his speech with “You thought I never cared for you. You believed I didn’t.” Which is a callback to Rita admitting she did care for Zedd, cared so much she would’ve done anything “to please him” and was hurt from his betrayals. (remember they both refuse to use the L word)

And Zedd is showing that despite them trying to kill each other at the time, he in fact heard what she said and realized “OMFG Is THIS why you nearly killed me?!” And also doomed the multiverse.

She freaking tried to make her ex-boyfriend/boss jealous and doomed the multiverse to entropy and decay. Incredible.

Zedd sounds both impressed and frustrated as I said as he explains it all for Rita. As he embraces her very closely to him and caresses her face.

Ffs just bang already. The apocalypse is happening, you two realized your love-hate dynamic doomed the multiverse, you might as well finally fuck so all this trouble wasn’t for nothing!

Actually in the next issue there’s a chance they did fuck before Rita was sealed in the space dumpster. Tho I feel like how it’s going to be with these two, it’s framed as a punishment but I believe Zedd wants to keep Rita safe from Dark Specter for at least some time. Plus Rita doesn’t want to fight anymore so she’s chill in there.

Gawd, gorgeous with her hair completely down.

(Also at the start of the issue she was still in her regular outfit, so she isn’t partially undressed cos of alone time with Zedd. Still a chance they banged fr tho)