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[kindahoping4forever]

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[prettyfilmz]

SWEET LIKE CANDY • JEY USO

author’s note: did someone say new mini series ? 👀 well yes! although writing is gonna be quite slow due to school starting backup, I wanted to leave you guys with something cute starring our 2025 royal rumble winner jey uso🤭 forgive me for not giving you smut in this first part but trust me when I say it’ll be worth it in the long run. I hope you enjoy this my loves, and happy reading💗 (p.s. I made a playlist to go along with it, you can shuffle it up too🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ you can find it here)

synopsis: in which a celebration at the strip club leads to the beginning of a love affair between a wrestler and a dancer.

pairing: jey uso x black fem oc!cherise aka candy

tags: 18+ (there’s no smut but still has suggestive themes), slow burn, drinking, lap dances, lewd conversations, teasing, lots of touching, kissing, pet names (baby, mama, pretty girl. baby girl), flirty banter, jey falls for her at first glance.

word count: 2k words (somethin’ short n sweet😌)

The bass reverbs through the strip club, rattling the walls like a second heartbeat. The air was thick with marijuana smoke, spilled drinks, and anticipation. It was the kind of place that dared you to loosen up, a melting pot of the desperate, the indulgent, and those just looking to forget about the realities of their day to day lives.

Jey, sitting on the edge of a low velvet couch, nursed a glass of hennessy, his dark brown eyes surveying the scene with feigned disinterest. Jimmy, on the other hand, leaned back beside him, grinning like the damn Cheshire cat, a few shots in and already loving every second of the night.

“This the spot, Uce,” Jimmy drawled, gesturing at the stage. “Told you. Ain’t no better way to celebrate your Rumble win than seeing a few bad ones tearing it up on the stage.”

Jey wasn’t convinced. He leaned forward, elbows on his jean covered knees, his silver chain glinting in the low light. “Man, you know this ain’t my scene. I only came ‘cause y’all don’t shut up. Coulda stayed home, kicked my feet up, and played my game.”

Jimmy clicked his tongue. “Nah, Uce. This is a night of celebration. Tonight’s the night we get you to let loose.” He raised his glass in a mock toast.

Across the room, Trinity —or her stage name called her—Naomi. The long-legged, dark skinned goddess with waist-length black & neon green braids and thighs to die for worked her magic. She straddled some middle-aged white guy in a button-down, grinding with a confidence that made her the club’s crown jewel. She caught Jimmy’s eye and gave a sly smile with a wink for good measure.

“Yo, there she go!” Jimmy grinned, practically bouncing in his seat. “My girl, Trin. You see that, Jey? That’s art. Respect the glow.”

Jey rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smirking. “Bruh, you actin’ like she your girl for real.”

“She is though,” Jimmy shot back, the grin never leaving his face. And it wasn’t a joke. He wasn’t even subtle about it. Whenever Jimmy showed up, Trinity made a beeline for him, and they always disappeared into the VIP section.

Jey chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “You wild.”

But his attention shifted when the next dancer strolled onto the stage.

“Alright fellas, hold onto your Benjamin’s ‘cause it’s about to get sweet up in here! Coming to the stage, she’s sugar, spice and everything nice, with curves so delicious you’ll forget your own name. Be careful though, she might leave you with some cavities by the end of the night. Give it up for the lovely Candy!”

The second she stepped out, the crowd of men leaned forward, like hungry sharks. She wasn’t like the others though. She was new, fresh-faced, and a bundle of nerves. But that didn’t matter right this second. She played the part, masking her shyness behind a seductive smile that could melt anyone with a pulse.

Candy was beyond gorgeous. Her smooth, brown skin shimmered under the stage lights, and the crimson two-piece she wore clung to every dip and swell of her body. Her hips swayed to the R&B song, deliberate, teasing.

“Goddamn,” Jimmy whistled low. “New girl got somethin’ fierce, huh?”

Jey was speechless, he couldn’t look away. Her curly hair was pulled into a updo, soft coils framing her soft, heart-shaped face. Full lips painted glossy pink parted into a playful pout as she ran her hands down her figure, playing to the crowd. But her eyes. Those big, dark, and doe-like eyes held a hint of innocence she couldn’t quite shake.

“Yeah, somethin’ for sure,” Jey muttered under his breath, heat pooling low in his groin.

Candy noticed him immediately. She was used to clients ogling her—most of them practically drooled or disgustingly grabbed their crotch in front of her—but he was different. He had this calm, magnetic energy, like he was letting her come to him. It made her stomach flip, even as she forced her most sultry grin.

When her set ended, and the applause faded, Candy slipped off the stage. But not before glancing over her shoulder and locking eyes with Jey.

♡

"You heard who's out there tonight, right?" Trinity grinned, her deep brown eyes glinting with mischief as she adjusted the thin straps of her bra. "You about to be real blessed, baby girl."

Cherise arched a perfectly sculpted brow, feigning disinterest. "Oh yeah? Who?"

Trinity sucked her teeth, nudging her shoulder. "Don’t act cute, Cher. The man of the damn hour is in VIP. Your VIP, might I add."

Cherise played coy, but her stomach did a little flip. She’d already heard that Jey Uso was here tonight. And apparently, he was her very first private dance.

Her pulse raced.

"He cute or whateva,” she said, glossing over the fact that she was a fan. She’d watched him claw his way to being a singles star. And now he was here, in her club, about to have her in his lap.

Trinity laughed, low and knowing. "Oh, he real cute, baby. And he got that mouth on him. Knows how to talk to a woman, make her feel good." She winked, nudging her shoulder with her own.

Cherise rolled her eyes but smiled. "You sound like you speaking from experience."

"Nah, Jimmy got my full attention," Trinity purred, licking her lips. "Speaking of which, you know that man is gonna be deep in this pussy before the night over. So if you hear me make any noise, mind your business."

Cherise giggled, shaking her head. "Y’all so damn nasty."

Trinity flipped her braids over her shoulder. "Mmhmm, and you 'bout to be nasty too. Just don’t let Jey have you falling, mama. These wrestlers? They dangerous."

Cherise smirked. "I can handle myself."

Trinity just laughed, giving her ass a playful slap before strutting off toward VIP.

Cherise exhaled slowly, fixing the sheer, sparkly robe draped over her curvy figure.

Showtime.

♡

The VIP room was warm, lit with soft purple lights that shined against the dark leather couch and mirrored walls. Private, sensual. The kind of space that invited sin.

Jey sat in the middle of it, legs spread, shades still covering his eyes, hands resting on his thick thighs.

He looked too good, too comfortable, like he belonged there with his chains glinting under the dim lighting. And he was waiting for her.

Cherise stepped inside, hips swaying slow, the confidence she wore so well settling around her like perfume. She was used to this, knew the game, knew how to keep them entertained just enough to keep ‘em hungry. But this was Jey.

And she already knew—he was different.

Jey’s gaze dragged up her body, slow like drizzling honey, lingering on her thick thighs, the way her curves filled out the soft red lace she had on. He smirked, licking his lips. "Damn, mama… that’s what they lettin’ you walk around in back here?"

Cherise stopped in front of him, rolling her hips to the bass-heavy R&B music vibrating through the walls. "You like it, baby?”

"Shit…" Jey let his head tilt back against the couch, eyes dark, hooded. "I love it."

Cherise bit back a grin. "Flatterin’ me ain’t gon’ get you nothin’ extra, baby."

"Who said I was tryna get somethin’ extra?" He grinned. "I’m just speakin’ my truth.”

She let her hands trail over chest, feeling the solid warmth of him and the occasional thump of his heartbeat. "Mmm…I bet you be runnin’ game on every girl in here.”

"Nah." Jey licked his lips. "I’on even be in places like this, baby. My brother dragged me."

"Mmhm." She slid onto his lap, her thighs bracketing his, their faces inches apart. "So if I ask the bouncers how many girls you pulled back here, they gon’ say none?"

Jey exhaled a laugh, fingers flexing on her hips. "They gon’ tell you I been sittin’ in that VIP all night, mindin’ my business."

Cherise hummed, her fingers playing at the chain around his neck. "So what makes me special then?"

Jey tilted his head, watching her close. "You tell me, baby girl." His voice was deep, lazy, smooth as melted honey. "I ain’t the one who picked this dance. You did."

She smirked. "That’s cute."

"Ain’t it?" His grip on her hips tightened, dragging her a little closer. "Nah, for real, I can tell. You move different. You one of them girls that don’t let just anybody dude here, huh?"

"Mm-mm." Cherise dragged her nails lightly over soft curls on the back of his neck. "I’m picky."

"Yeah?" His fingers slid up her back, teasing at the base of her spine. "How I make the cut then?"

"I dunno…” She let her lips brush his jaw, just barely. "Maybe I got a thing for wrestlers."

Jey chuckled, low and deep, squeezing her waist. "You watch me, huh?"

"I keep up."

"Ain’t that somethin’." He leaned in, pressing his nose against her cheek. "And here I was thinkin’ I had to make you a fan."

"Mmm, you still might have to work for it." She pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, slow and teasing, right before she rolled her hips against his.

Jey sucked in a breath, his grip turning just a little rougher. “Aye, don’t play wit’ me, pretty girl.”

"Who’s playin’?" She dragged her lips down his throat, slow and deliberate, her hands traveling up his body, feeling the soft tonedness of his stomach. "You like that, Joshua?"

Jey froze.

His hands tensed on her ass, and she felt the shift, the way his whole body reacted to the way his real name left her lips.

"Damn…" He exhaled a quiet laugh, pressing his forehead to hers. "That’s how we doin’ it, huh?”

"Mmm…" She kissed the corner of his mouth. "That’s how I’m doin’ it."

"You somethin’ else, Candy…” His lips grazed hers, barely there, his breath warm against her mouth. "You gon’ drive me crazy, ain’t you?"

"Guess you’ll have to wait and see."

Jey groaned, squeezing her thigh. "You know what’s wild?"

“Enlighten me.”

"You sittin’ on me, talkin’ shit, got me damn near ready to risk everything in this bitch… and you still ain’t tell me your name."

Cherise laughed, slow and sweet, sliding a hand up his throat to his jaw. “You ain’t ask right."

"Oh, so I gotta ask nice?" His lips ghosted over hers again, teasing, taunting, barely touching but still driving her crazy. "That what you want, baby girl?"

"Mmm… maybe…" She let her tongue flick out, just barely tasting his lower lip.

Jey growled, deep in his throat, and finally…finally closed the space, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was slow, deep, and damn near dangerous.

Cherise melted into it, letting herself enjoy the way he tasted—Hennessy, something minty, something just Jey. His grip on her waist turned possessive, fingers digging in the flesh of her ass, rolling her just right against him.

His tongue slid against hers, slow and deliberate, like he was trying to memorize her taste.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Time’s up!"

They both froze.

Jey groaned, pulling back, licking his lips like he was pissed about the interruption. "Damn…"

Cherise smirked, slipping off his lap, dragging her fingers down his chest as she stood. "Guess you’ll have to come back if you wanna finish."

Jey leaned back, legs still spread, watching her. "You somethin’ else, girl."

She paused at the door, hesitated then turned back, biting her lip. "Cherise."

"Huh?"

"That’s my name."

Jey exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he watched her walk to the door. She gave him one last look with a small smile perched on her kiss-swollen lips, “Get home safe, Joshua.” and finally exited the room.

"Cherise…" he repeated under his breath, the taste of her cherry flavored lip gloss still plaguing his taste buds in the most amazing way. "Yeah, I’ma see you again, baby girl.”

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[moonlight-prose]

for tommy 😌

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

last night on earth

a/n: so years ago when s1 happened you sent me this request and i finally finished it! this is the sequel to tommy's fic it will come back because i am incapable of doing one shots. i originally was tempted to do a small series with these two when i first wrote that fic and i might continue this. but for now enjoy some angst with the husband. it took forever, but i hope you like it babes!

summary: life was quiet. forever lingered in the distance, beckoning you forth with kind words and saccharine promises. you were filled with a love that wrapped around you like vines in a forest. you were with the man you loved. until life carved a new path you couldn't ignore.

word count: 5.3k+

pairing: pre-outbreak!tommy miller x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, fluff, romance, tommy being hopeless in love, p in v sex, dirty talk, he's filthy with it, spit, teasing, unprotected sex (do not follow his example), tw vomiting, blood, tw death, horror genre, gore, enough angst to hurt, heartbreak, UNHAPPY ENDING, survival.

The dishes still had to be put away—dinner half eaten and forgotten about. Tommy came home later than expected, the two of you missing one another every morning and night. Two passing celestial bodies, never able to catch one another as you drifted by. The sun and moon rising and setting, only to find one another again at specific points as the universe gave you small chances here and there.

You fell asleep staring at the stone that sat atop your ring finger, the gold band heavy against your skin. For a while you were adamant on staying awake to greet him, to reheat his dinner and sit with him. But the exhaustion won the battle—sleep victoriously dragging you beneath the waves of consciousness.

On the nights he staggered back to your place Tommy found you curled in his shirt, your hand clutching his pillow. A piece of his heart sliced off in order to form you—the other half of his brittle and broken soul.

So, he did what he could to get off work. Explaining to Joel in a wearied voice how he had to make it home, terrified that his fear of you growing tiresome with this disappearing act would lead to something worse down the line. It ate at him on nights when he wrapped himself around your sleeping form, hands buried in the warmth of your flesh and body molded to yours.

What if this was it? What if one day you would eventually give up in your waiting?

He wasn’t afraid of much. Too preoccupied with what life dealt him—a job that took more than he’d ever get back, a family he longed to bring you into. But the idea of you giving up on him ripped into a heart that beat in time with yours. He was a lucky son of a bitch to have found you—life handing him something good.

Losing you was something he couldn’t risk. A future he refused to accept. He placed the ring on your finger, he watched your eyes gleam—your smile burning like the sun and like a fool he rose high enough to feel his wings give out. His fate that of Icarus.

Nothing beat the look you gave him when he walked through the door, weight falling off his shoulders and hitting the floor with a thud neither of you could hear. As if the dark gray clouds finally parted, sunshine filling his world.

There you were, his future, still willing to give him all of your love. Pressing your heart into his calloused and rough hands without hesitation; such a simple decision for someone who trusted too much.

The both of you had barely gotten halfway through dinner before Tommy leaned over and kissed you. The taste of him on your tongue after so long sent a low curling heat to emerge from your core. Spreading sluggishly through your body as he licked into your mouth.

You clutched at his shirt, forgetting the meal, in order to have some leverage while you clambered into his lap. His hands gripping your hips and shoving the dress you wore up.

“Missed you honey,” he murmured, hands curling over your ass and blunt nails sinking into your soft flesh.

The heady scent of your perfume filled his nose, plaguing senses he otherwise might have needed given any other day. But tonight he indulged. He sucked on your tongue with a pleased hum, dragging you up high on his lap until your core pressed to the cold belt buckle on his pants. You practically tore at his button down, shaky fingers ripping at the buttons as he drink down the taste of wine off your taste buds.

“Tommy,” you whined, hips grinding down to feel how hard his cock was, twitching beneath the constricting denim. “Missed you so much baby. The house is so empty when you’re gone.”

He smiled against your cheek, delighting in the flutter of his stomach. “‘M here every night sweetheart.”

“No you’re not,” you sighed, lips dragging a trail down the pulsing vein in his neck. “You’re not inside me.”

Choking on his spit, he struggled against the light headed sensation of having you hump your clothed cunt along his belt brought him. “Jesus baby-”

“Miss your cock.” The words were mumbled against his neck, heat blooming with that unfamiliar streak of shame beneath your skin.

This was new to you, wanting him this way. You couldn’t breathe when he was away—fighting tooth and nail to stay upright as you waited for him to return. His touch, the taste of his tongue on yours, the feel of how he stretched you on that kitchen floor left you aching for a piece of what you knew he could give. Begging like an animal in heat never appealed to you…until you were alone.

Replicating his touch stopped being an option the more he ruined you. Your fingers unable to match the size and roughness of his. Memories never matching up to the physical reality of having him under you like this—hands gripping your hips to maneuver the way you moved. Fingers clawed at his back muscles, the longer you waited dragged you closer to that pit of insanity.

A madness created and formed by love.

“You miss it huh?” The teasing lilt of his voice didn’t go unnoticed, heat burning past your veins until nothing but ash remained in an aching body. “What do ya miss about it?”

His name was the only sound you could get out, lips forming each letter like a prayer. A plea to be answered by the man you worshiped as your god.

“I…”

A tight grip on the back of your neck pulled you back to face him, brown eyes now black with every ounce of emotion he swallowed down. “Use your words now.”

The words were a whispered admittance to the sin that strung along each artery, pulling taut as he pulled at your bottom lip, thumb brushing along your bottom teeth. “All of it. I miss you coming in me.”

He groaned, hips bucking up to meet yours. “You tellin’ me you want me to breed you?” Air punched from your lungs at the feel of him pressing down on your tongue, lips closing around the digit with ease. “You wanna be filled baby? That it?”

Nodding emphatically, you welcomed two more fingers hooking behind your teeth, the wet drip of your spit smearing along your chin and down his wrist. The food sat forgotten about on the table, growing cold the longer you sat perched in his lap. You could hear the chair creak beneath the weight of both of you; precarious suddenly became an understatement as his hand tugged at your lace waistband.

“How wet are you?” he murmured, fingers dipping along hot skin and past a patch of curls he longed to bury his nose in. Breathing the scent of you until his lungs burned with the effort. “Makin’ a mess on my jeans.”

“Mhm.” The muffled spit of your words struck another match along your spine.

He held your mouth in his hold, nose pressed to yours—watching. Picking apart each shift of your body and whine that tore from the base of your throat.

Calloused fingers pressed to your clit with ease, rubbing quick and rough as your legs kicked out beside him, hips canting down into whatever touch you could get. He grinned at your whimpers, the wet echo of of your slick filling the space. Tommy wanted it injected into his veins. The sound of your pleasure, body writhing at his touch, was all he could hope for on nights spent holding your sleeping form.

“You’re gonna get me a lil wet sweetheart,” he mumbled, kissing along a strained jaw. “So you can take me nice and easy.”

You said his name around spit soaked fingers, eyes glossy with unshed tears that begged for mercy. The peak of bliss rushing through your body, pulling at your stomach tight enough to hurt. He could feel your walls flutter as two fingers pressed in, the heat enough to make his cock jump in anticipation.

You were a fucking mess—ruined beyond anything he’d seen before. But the beauty of watching you unravel in his lap stole the breath from his lungs.

“I can feel it,” he said, urging you on with curled fingers and a thumb of insistence. “Let go yeah? Fucking give it to me.”

A cry ripped from stuttering lungs, thighs trembling and eyes rolling back as you were sent to the peak of everything you burned for. You gushed over his hand, slick pooling along denim until a dark patch formed along the fabric. Part of you might have felt shame any other time. Tonight you gave into what you’d gone without for so long.

“There she is,” he praised. “My pretty little pussy.”

“T-Tommy,” you gasped, his hand dropping to cup your chin, dragging wet lips to his until his chin was smeared in it. The taste of wine still prominent on your tongue.

“You can take it.” Before he said the words you knew you’d follow what he said until your body was in the grave.

He owned you.

Shaky hands unbuckled his belt, tugging at the button on his jeans until he complied with a pleased grunt. The feel of his cock leaking had saliva pooling in your mouth—his taste a lingering memory on a mind plagued by the haze of need. He’d ruined you before, destroyed all that you were with a pleased smile on bruised lips; you wanted him to do it again, his touch the water that washed along a parched throat.

“Go on,” he spurred, cupping your extended throat. “‘S yours.”

Yours. Yours…

Tommy pulled at your hips, lifting where you had no strength, and allowed you to set a pace that was always in your hands. His head fell back, eyes fluttering when you took the head with sharp gasps and whimpered sighs—the painful stretch of bliss surging along an arched spine. You would burn alive for him, set the flame yourself with broken matches and wood soaked by the River Styx.

Dropping yourself down with a groan you felt him shiver beneath your palms, eyes twisted shut and sweat coated brow furrowed with the effort it took not to come. His ragged breath left you high on the feel of him buried right down the base. Until you swore he sat in the base of your throat.

His eyes slid open with a punched out groan, hands kneading the flesh of your ass in an effort to keep you still. This was his favorite part. Witnessing the other half of his soul perched on his lap, stuffed full of a cock that twitched for you.

“F-Fuck you feel like heaven,” he managed to get out between grit teeth and harsh breaths.

“Can I…” Gasping at the small shift of his hips, you felt him rub perfectly along the clenched walls of your cunt. “Please Tommy.”

“Like I said.” Fingers wrapped tight around your throat, tugging you close enough to feel his lips brush yours with each whispered word. “‘S all yours sweetheart. You can do whatever you want.”

Planting your toes on the cold tiled floor you pushed with all the strength that was left in your body, arms looped around his neck and lips mashed to his as he slid halfway out with ease. Slick clung to him, pooling on the patch of dark hair you would be happy to bury your nose in. Throat stretched and filled with the heavy weight of his cock. Later you’d indulge, in a proper bed where your knees could be saved from the ache.

You dropped down with a soft cry, eyes rolling back and body going rigid. Tommy took over before you could strain yourself again. Pulling and pushing you along in a stunted rhythm—the wet echo of skin again skin filling the kitchen.

Nothing could compare to the taste of salt along his throat, his voice a low rasp that pleaded for all you had to give. Nothing would tether you to the ground the way Tommy could. He echoed in the back of your mind, forever tied with the delicate band of gold on a finger you never once considered. Forever promised in this very room—painting the walls with the cries of your euphoria.

He hit a spot along your walls that burned a hole through your chest, pleasure pulling taut along an already sore stomach. But neither of you could stop. Your chests heaved, bodies coated in a thin sheen of sweat, and still he arched his back and fucked into you with unbreakable stamina.

“I want it Tommy,” you sighed into his mouth, tongue sliding along his bitten bottom lip.

“C-Can’t say shit like that.” A choked moan was muffled by your mouth, his thighs trembling and stomach tensing.

“But I do-”

Cutting you off with a grunt, his hand dropped between your bodies, thumb a harsh press to your clit. It practically begged for his touch. Weeping sweetly over his throbbing cock. Your fingers tugged sharply at his mussed curls—mouth forming a cracked sob of his name—and suddenly you were shoved into the arms of bliss. Spit trailed down your chin, his tongue leaving a hot path to swallow your taste, his throaty moan prickling along your spine.

You rolled your hips for as long as your body let you, feeling the sticky mess form between your bodies—staining the fabric of your clothes. Tommy’s breath hitched with a grunt, hands clutching at your hips to slam himself into you hard and fast. Each thrust quicker and shorter than the last, until he came with a shout—warmth spilling into you with soft breaths and furrowed brows.

“Fuck,” he gasped, lips sliding along yours despite the spit that smeared along his chin. “Wanna go again?”

“Insatiable,” you laughed.

His moan was soft, muffled into the heat of your mouth. “You can count on it sweetheart.”

“We forgot to finish dinner.”

“‘S alright.” Another kiss had you melting further into the warmth of his chest. “I got my eye on dessert.”

“Oh yeah cowboy?”

He smiled and your chest lit a fire bright enough to be seen miles away. “Lookin’ forward to it.”

SEPTEMBER 26TH 2003

The ring turned slowly along your finger, pushed to and fro as your mind was pulled from a heavy sleep—sunlight breaking past curtains that were rarely closed. You could hear birds in the front yard, traffic a few streets away, and Tommy’s breaths pressed against the shell of your ear. His body enveloped yours, chest giving off enough heat to almost feel unbearable. But over the months you’d grown used to the comfort it brought—waking up with him was enough to appease any sweat that clung to your skin come morning.

“You’re gonna be late,” you mumbled, shifting back into his form.

He smiled, twisting the ring with the tender touch of a man who still couldn’t believe you existed—that you said yes. “Joel will survive without me for an hour.”

“How many times do I have to say-” Sighing, you rolled to face him, eyes firmly shut to a cruel world that forced you wake so early. “I don’t want an angry Miller on my front porch.”

The brush of his knuckle along your cheek soothed the irritation in your chest—sleep calling you back with soft words and sweet promises. You were having such a tender dream. The laughter of a child echoing in the back of your drowsy mind, Tommy’s face flickering behind the shadow of a camera. Burnt candles and white frosting spread along the tip of your nose.

A future reaching out to guide you. Taking your unsteady hand with the knowledge that it would all work out—you’d find happiness in choosing Tommy.

You were always meant to say yes; always meant to be his.

“I made you lunch last night,” you mumbled through the haze his soft touch was putting you in.

“And how many times do I gotta say you don’t have to do that.”

Hitting his chest with a huff of annoyance, you felt his laughter reverberate through you—settling beneath the steady beat of your heart filled with certainty. “If you won’t take care of yourself, then who will?”

“Guess I got lucky,” he breathed, lips finding yours with the ease of lovers who had been here before.

Lovers who would be here for decades to come.

The buzz of his phone forced you to peel your eyes open, sunlight blinding what little clear sight you had left. You could make out Tommy’s form shuffling through his jeans pocket—a small flip phone clutched in his large hand. He had the courtesy to whisper, but you could hear a voice soft and questioning through the speaker—Sarah.

“I’ll be there soon. Wake him up yeah?”

“Miller clan taking you away from me already?” you mumbled into his chest, body splayed across the soft bedding of a mattress his scent still clung to.

His sharp breath shouldn’t have made you smile, but the sheets pulling down to your waist brought light to his reaction. You were naked, body still pliant and sore from a night spent being pounded into these very sheets. His spend still stuck to your thighs, body humming in bliss from the indents of his teeth and pain of his grip as he yanked you back onto his cock.

“I could stay another hour.”

Words spoken under the heavy breaths he forced himself to take—eyes drinking in the sight of your ass peeking beneath ivory white sheets.

You smiled, propping your chin on folded hands. “Better not.”

“Half an hour,” he bargained.

“It’s never just an hour Tommy.”

“You’re killin’ me baby.” His groan rumbled beneath your body, hands sliding to cup your ass. “Don’t I deserve a good breakfast too?”

He did. He deserved to sink between your thighs, taste what he did with just a few words and a smile that crinkled the soft lines around his eyes. He deserved to fuck you until your throat went raw and his body gave out. But time was fickle and refused to take whatever you were willing to give for just a few more minutes.

So you pressed a kiss to his pouting lips—tongue sliding into his parted and willing mouth. “See you for lunch baby.”

“Unfair,” he grumbled, kneading your flesh hard enough to hurt. “Now I’m gonna be fuckin’ hard at work.”

“Then come home later and do something about it.”

“I will,” he whispered against your lips, one foot planted on the floor. “Coming here to see you is the only place I could go.”

“Tell Joel I said happy birthday,” you replied, happily tangled in the sheets as he stood with a groan. Already clothed and packed for a long day in the sun. Yet you couldn’t stop the tug of need around your stomach, the flannel he wore open to the white beater beneath. “And hurry home.”

6:OO PM

“I can barely hear you Tommy,” you practically shouted through the phone tucked into your shoulder, files for work spread along the kitchen table. “What was that again?”

He yelled, muffled cuss words being thrown out into a construction sight you’d passed by days ago. “Some of the guys wanna drag Joel out for a drink tonight. They’re wonderin’ if I wanna go.”

“And leave me here all alone? When I could get into…trouble?” you purred, teeth clamped on your lip to subdue your smile. “I don’t see why not.”

“Be fuckin’ careful darlin’,” he rumbled, voice cracked through a shitty phone line. “You’re gonna get it when I’m back.”

“Promises promises Miller.”

His chuckle nearly shot a hole through your stomach, the deep flare of want rising to a crescendo you could no longer ignore. The moment he quieted the doubts in your mind, putting the rest the part of you that could no longer see a time where he would stay, dug up another side of you that lay dormant for years. Passion was easier to find, love rang in your heart loud enough to deafen.

Purpose came without consequence—etched into the cage of ribs protecting a fragile heart held in his grasp.

“Stay safe.” They were words spoken before he stepped out the door, a small plea to drag himself back to you.

To appease the worry that gnawed at your twisting gut.

Something felt off in the air today—the chill of morning air biting along your bare arms and stiff neck. You wondered if it was merely your mind playing tricks. A day of unease before the unsettling feeling dissipated with morning. You waited it out, keeping yourself busy throughout the day, filling the time with tedious chores and half hearted tasks you’d later regret not completing.

“I always do.”

Your phone went quiet, his voice playing in the back of your mind, and you swallowed the stone stuck at the base of your throat.

9:00 PM

The toilet flushing echoed off the bathroom walls like the firing of a bullet. Loud and obnoxious and taunting you with the distress that ate away at your stomach. Breakfast didn’t sit well; lunch following the same pattern soon after. But the phone lighting up with Tommy’s name eased the pressure behind your eyes, fingers trembling and stiff as you snatched it off the counter.

“Please tell me you’re on your way home,” you sputtered, leaning back against the cold wall.

A sigh broke through the static. “We’re still at fuckin’ work.”

“Shit.”

“I know I’m sorry. You sound different. Everythin’ okay sweetheart?”

“I don’t know.” Swallowing through the biting wave of nausea, you settled the best you could in spite of a body that begged you for rest. “I think I caught a bug.”

“You want me to bail? I can be home in fifteen minutes if you-”

You groaned, chest fluttering. “Don’t be sweet Tommy cause then I’ll want to say yes.”

“You already said yes,” he said and you swore you could hear his smile through the crackling phone line.

“I did,” you breathed. “Said yes to forever.”

His breath echoed loud and clear—you ached for it to brush across your cheek. “You did.”

“Which means…” Sucking in a breath, you dragged yourself up on shaky legs. “You’ll have forever to take care of me. Finish what you have to do baby. I’ll see you sometime tonight.”

“Forever,” he replied, voice thick with an emotion you latched onto—unraveling it like a blooming flower begging to see sunlight. “I like the sound of that. I love you.”

You smiled. “I love you.”

MIDNIGHT | 12:00 AM

“You gotta give me another call.”

“That ain’t how this works Tommy and you know it.”

He sighed, fingers pinching his nose hard enough to have pain flaring behind his eyes. The men were shouting in the distance, fighting between the bars as officers ran to the front—guns held in shaky grips and eyes submerged in a wild look he’d seen once before. In the middle of battle, his comrades yelling for him to move, to get the fuck out of the way and duck. His stomach churned at the sight, heart twisting the longer he sat there.

“I need to call my girl-”

“I don’t have time for your shit Miller. Things are fallin’ apart here,” the officer spit, his body rigid, hands twitching at his sides. “You got your call. Just sit and wait for Joel.”

“But it’s important-”

A bang shook the windows, dust falling in a cloud from an already cracked ceiling. He’d been in a holding cell before, years before he met you, but tonight the air lingered with a chaos he’d never witnessed before. People were on edge, sitting in wait for something. Yet never quite knowing what that something was.

Tommy didn’t bother to ask, terrified of what the answer might be.

The door swung open, people shuffling in swiftly and falling over one another in the process. He spotted a familiar face pushing through the crowd, dark eyes a mirrored match for his own—brows furrowed with an anger that bled into thickening air. Pissing off Joel was one thing. But dragging him out on his birthday meant time away from Sarah, moments he’d never get back because his brother remained a fuck up.

A man who knew better yet chose to fall into familiar patterns of trouble.

“What the fuck Tommy,” he snapped.

Tommy pushed his way out of the opening door, reaching for his phone on the table. “What’s happenin’ out there Joel?”

“I don’t know.” He took the lead with ease, a natural instinct after years of brotherhood. “Took me an hour to get here with all the traffic. Figured it was a crash, but that’s not what I saw.”

“What’d you see?” Joel fell silent and Tommy watched as the wildness of survival—nights huddled by a fire with his weapon as his only companion, the need to make it back home burning into a mind wired with exhaustion—fell upon his brother’s face too. “Joel what the fuck did you see?”

An answer never came to the question they were both too afraid to answer.

Tommy knew what he saw. He watched it happen at the bar; the man lunging at a waitress with hunger in his broken screech. He witnessed humanity fall to the depravity of feral animals and like an idiot he chose to do something about it. Going to get a drink was a bad idea, he knew this at the time, but he was a man tainted by bad choices. He’d fallen privy to them his whole life—unable to keep away from their allure.

Joel’s face turned to stone, eyes glimmering with a darkness he’d seen once before—the time Sarah came crying because of a boy’s cruel words. “We need to get home.”

“My car’s at the fuckin’ bar.”

“There’s no time for that.”

“Okay. We’ll get Sarah and then I gotta make a stop-”

“Tommy.” He stopped, watching a flash in the distance and knew that there was no going back from this. “There’s no time.”

3:00 AM

The screams woke you up.

Horrid shrieks that spilled in through the open window—cutting through the air loud enough to make the hair stand on your arms. You thought you were dreaming. Caught in the snare of nightmares waiting to pounce, lies your mind whispered in the dead of night as you begged for peace. They started again, breaking the silence you welcomed on this particular hot night of September.

“What the fuck,” you muttered, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as the neighbors screamed loud enough to startle you awake.

Your heart leapt, throat constricting at the sound of a blood curdling cry you could feel down to the tips of your fingers. Stumbling out of bed you found the phone on your nightstand, Tommy’s extra knife hidden in his drawer of flannels. You snatched it, holding it to your chest with a shaky breath and hope pushing past the fear.

The lights on the street were dead, cars lined perfectly down the street, and yet you couldn’t see Tommy’s truck in its usual spot. The driveway empty of everything except two trashcans. You sucked in a breath, clicking the lock on your door—settling in the rickety kitchen chair as the phone rang in the heavy silence.

“No,” you spit.

CALL FAILED.

It mocked you. Broke what little faith you had that peace would remain.

Tommy wasn’t home. Tommy wasn’t here.

Nausea flared to life, the stone in your chest sliding between aching organs and hateful parts of a body willing to turn on you. Worrying would get you nowhere. But the screams wouldn’t cease in the wake of your terror—sounding like alarms you couldn’t silence. The fear told you to get out, run from this place and find the man whose soul was twined to yours, sewn tight enough to hurt when parted for long enough.

No matter how many times you tried you couldn’t get through to his phone, the words blinking up at you in the dark of your house. He went out for drinks with Joel. You knew this, heard him say it hours before, but the realization was starting to settle on your already racing mind. The city was falling into chaos and you were stuck in the cross hairs—forced to survive it alone as you waited for Tommy to find you.

The glass door behind you shattered. A screech piercing the air loud enough to burst your eardrums, body going still at the sound of something dragging along your living room floor. You leapt out of the chair, phone clattering beneath the table as you finally caught sight of what was coming.

“Lily?” you breathed, your neighbor’s eyes rimmed red with an infection you couldn’t name, her face coated in blood that stained your rug.

She moved fast, throwing herself over the couch hard enough to drag it with her—a sound you’d never forget ripping past her unhinged jaws. You stumbled back, nearly crashing into the cabinets, but she caught you seconds before that.

Your head cracked against tile, arms flying up against her stretched neck—her jaws snapping hard enough to break her teeth. Screaming her name made no difference, she wouldn’t have recognized it anyways. Lily—the middle aged single woman you’d grown to like—was gone. Replaced by the hunger that ate at her mind. Driving her to claim the life of another, to add to an already large horde.

“Stop!” you screeched, plunging the knife into her neck with all the force you could muster.

Breaths fought to find a pathway to your lungs as you lay there, limp beneath the dead woman. Her blood stained the floor—coating your hands in a darkness you never thought might breach your shores. Death wasn’t something you were familiar with. Tommy shielded that from you in his stories of war, keeping the brittle parts of his soul trapped in his mind. He kept you safe from a cold touch he’d grown familiar with.

You killed her.

You took her life.

You…survived.

“Tommy,” you gasped weakly, shoving her off with a pained groan.

The back of your head was bleeding, vision going hazy, but you couldn’t find enough strength to fixate on that which you couldn’t change. His voice rang in your ears, leading you to the small emergency pack he made for you a month ago—teaching you that life might one day deliver pain to your very doorstep.

“Actually it came through the back door,” you sighed, wincing at the bubble of laughter that arose. You’d have to tell him that when you saw one another soon.

He was somewhere in the city with Joel and Sarah. But chaos had taken over whatever normal life once existed, cracking open your heart with an axe you never knew it could wield. Yanking the knife from Lily, you headed for your car on the street, the keys clutched in one palm and a weapon in the other. Bombs dropped in the distance, a blackened night sky flashing with enough light to bring forth the sun.

The engine roared to life and you slammed on the gas pedal, body numb and mind quiet for the first time. You could hear the screams in the distance, people running through streets blocked by carnage. Yet in the back of your head you heard it loud and clear.

A child laughing to the sound of a man’s voice—Tommy’s voice. A future you once thought might come to pass.

Forever. Now buried in a shallow and muddy grave.

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Not the same anon but your fav jealous and possessive Derek fics? I’m talking toxic possessive, Stiles always in sight and scented and being touched cuz Derek just CANNOT STOP 💞💞💞😌👆🏼🙂‍↕️

Hi, hello, here you go 🔥💖 (p.s. we need more obsessed borderline toxic Derek pleek)

As it Should Be by KuroKitty (HaleYes)

Stiles comes home from his 18th birthday party at the bowling alley to find a surprise waiting for him in his room. Or, the one where Derek has no chill.

Assume I'm just An Asshole by mannersmakethmine

the pack always finding Stiles and Derek in coupley situations and assuming they're fake dating because there's a new threat in town, and Stiles and Derek because the shits that they are just go along with it.

Deflowered by astrugglingstoic

In which there is a prince, a knight, sequential sword fights, and an anecdote about pressed flower petals.

Feral Formalities by Aleandri

"There was silence as no one seemed to breath at the table. Derek had just gifted Stiles, an unmated Omega, with food. Right in front of another Alpha. Who he was on a date with. To discuss being heat partners…." In which, Stiles presents as Omega, and everyone wants a piece of the alpha-baby-making ass!

five times derek is protective of stiles and one time it's the other way around

Yeah, okay, so maybe Derek was a tad too protective of Stiles. So what? Sue him for worrying about his best friend, whom he totally does not have a raging crush on. Okay, so maybe he does. Shut up.

Hung The Moon by BurnItAllClean (nrnyx)

Slowly Stiles got control of himself again. His heart calmed. His breathing evened out. The anger was gone. In its place, a bone-deep weariness settled. He couldn’t do this. He wouldn’t survive this.

Might be a Predator by churkey

Derek's mom once told him they were predators. It never occurred to him to ask, 'If werewolves are predators, what do we hunt?'.

Oblivious Misadventures, and Other Such Tales by Little Spoon (JaydenNara)

Going to college was exciting and new, a chance for new friends and a fresh start, and the best part was, there was a supernatural fraternity on campus, meaning Scott finally had the freedom to be himself. Then he met the resident human who came with a stalker alpha. What was the point of a supernatural fraternity if he still had to pretend to be human. And seriously, did Stiles ever fall asleep somewhere normal?

of gods & monsters by Dexterous_Sinistrous

“I’m not the best at conversation. I’ve been told I have no finesse for it.” Stiles took a step closer to Derek, pushing the billowing silk out of the way. “And what would you say if you looked at me now?” Derek looked up, startled for a moment when he realized he was now looking at Stiles’ unveiled face. He was silent for a beat, taking in Stiles’ features for the first time, convinced he would never see such beauty unveiled for him alone.

Oh my (let me look at those eyes) by Gorgeousgreymatter

A few months ago, he might’ve been able to solve this with some force—a little man-handling, a snarl, a glimpse of teeth. But he looks at Stiles’s broken face, knows he’s seen too much horror and blood and evil, the whole Big Bad Wolf routine is just going to fall flat. Because Derek looks at Stiles and he doesn’t carry himself like a teenager anymore. He carries himself like a soldier.

The Alpha and his Spark by sandyde03

Stiles is pregnant. Derek is perpetually horny and possessive. Stiles is confused. Not by Derek sexing him up. He loves that. It’s the fact that ever since he started to show that he was with pup everyone has been avoiding his eyes.

The Boy Is Mine, You Bonkers! by frownypup

It turns out that the words ‘a painfully smart and brave unclaimed human who is stupidly unutilized in Beacon Hill’s pack’ became the hottest gossip in werewolf underground. Yes, what the hell. Stiles’ existence has changed from a plankton to a rising sun. Derek Hale has something he needs to say about it.

Three Little Words by Chloepioneer

“Oh god,” he whines, slapping a hand over his mouth to quell the vomit that boils the back of his throat. “Derek, is that the mailman?” or Derek has a bad habit of killing people that take an interest in Stiles. Stiles might like it a little bit.

won't you torture someone else's sleep by redeyedwrath

I love you, Derek thinks, but he doesn’t say it, just watches Stiles throw his head back in laughter that isn’t for him and never will be. I love you, I love you, I love you. Maybe if he thinks it hard enough, Stiles will hear him.

you are an obsession (i am your possession) by EvanesDust

Once Derek catches that tantalizing scent, he can’t stay away. Stiles. Derek’s completely enthralled by him. Obsessed. But all he can do is stand in the shadows, watching and waiting. Until he can make Stiles his, that is. And when that happens, Derek will never let him go.

Pack nights are not for getting laid by igotdamn

Stiles goes out clubbing, Derek doesn't like that very much.

Obsession by Rae666

Derek gets hit by a witch's curse and is confined to his loft as his uncle searches for a cure and Isaac stands guard. But as the curse grows worse and Derek's obsession with a certain pale skinned person becomes increasingly intense, how long can the team keep Derek and Stiles apart, especially when Stiles decides to take matters into his own hands?

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Did you lose her? (Lando Norris)

Maybe it was never a change of heart

Note: english is not my first language. It's angsty with a happy ending, and it's also the first piece that's I've written that's based of a song, Stick Season by Noah Kahan. I hope I did it well enough! 🫶 also, it has smut, and if you have followed me for long enough, you know I don't usually do it, but I think it's these AUS pics 😮‍💨😌🥵

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Cw: curse words, previous break-up and themes related to that, smut (mentions protected sex, hormonal contraception, praise kink if you squint at the whole thing)

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed

Doing the food shop was one one of the mundane adult life tasks you actually enjoyed doing. You had some music on your ears and walked along the supermarket, making sure you weren't buying too much outside of your list.

Tomato sauce and two packets of the instant noodles for when you didn't feel like cooking or were in a rush, you told yourself as you browsed through the aisle.

The scent should've been the first give away, but lots of people wore the same perfume. However, not all of them had the characteristic underlying scent that to this day meant comfort.

"Y/N! I wasn't expecting to see you", Cisca said as he placed the item she took from the shelf on her shopping cart, "goodness, how long has it been since we've seen you?", she smiled sadly.

Five months, you thought. One hundred and fifty two days since you and Lando parted ways and you shipped your belongings back to England. You told yourselves it was amicable and that you'd still be there for eachother, but you had published your first article and he had started his season without the other by your side.

"It's been some time, yes. How are you?", you wondered, "we've been good, you know how busy it gets around this time of year. But Savannah had their little girl, Athena - let me show you a picture!", she scrambled her phone out of her bag.

"Oh, how cute!", you cooed at the little baby bundled up in a pink blanket, "Mila is such a good big sister, too!", she showed you a picture with the two of them in Lando's lap, the baby tucked safely into his chest as Mila seemed to be showing him one of her toys.

Gulping and swallowing the tears that threatened to fall, you looked up at her and smiled, "I'm glad everyone is doing good - send Oliver and Sav my congratulations!", you nodded, hoping she would get the hint.

Storing her phone back in her bag, Cisca smiled, resembling the smile that you woke up many times to, "I will, darling. All the best for you, hopefully we'll see you around", she said before rubbing your back soothingly.

You found an aisle without people and allowed yourself to cry. Just for a little bit before you had to go back to pretend it didn't hurt still.

And I'll dream each night of some version of you

That I might not have, but I did not lose

"I'm on the podium, dad!", Lando yelled as he hugged Adam, cackling in excitement as he hugged the team who were there to celebrate and congratulate him.

"Congratulations, baby!", you yelled as Lando turned to hug you, arms going around your waist and pulling you as close as the safety barriers allowed, clicking open his visor so you could look at your favourite eyes in the world.

"I love you so much, Y/N!", he yelled back, winking before he went up to get weighed in.

On the podium, he looked at you like you two were the only people there, smiling up at him as he blew you a kiss.

"I knew you'd be on the podium, baby", you smiled once you were back in his driver's room, "How are you so sure?", he wondered, kissing your neck soflty.

"The development they're doing, your talent, Lando, I knew it was going to happen, and from now on, you better get used to being up there every single weekend", you smirked, kissing from his throat to his jaw and up to his lips, humming when his tongue poked at your lips begging for entrance.

It was hot and he was sweaty. His phone read 4:30am as he stood up against the headboard, finding the light switch so he wouldn't walk around the hotel room in complete darkness.

It was the third night in a row you showed up in his dreams. The first time, it was subtle as he dreamed about flying on plane and he was sure you were there. The past two, however, had you in there as a main character. He dreamed of walking in the paddock with you, of having you there to comfort him and knock some sense in his head when his P4 in qualifying didn't feel enough, and now you were celebrating his podium.

It's weird how his brain went there, how his arms and face felt like they had truly been holding you despite not having done it in months. Muscle memory betrayed, he thought as he poured himself some water and took little sips of it as he looked outside the window.

Fuck, he missed you. And not just for these big moments where he was on a high and wanted to share it with you or when he was do low you were the only person that could make him crawl out of the dark hole he snuck himself into. It's when he's making his bed back home and the other pillow remains fluffed because no one's using it, it's the mug you left behind and he doesn't have the courage to send back to you or give to someone else or when he sees something that reminds him of you and he gets it, hoping one day he can get them to you.

You once called me forever, now you still can't call me back

Lando sighed again as the call went to voicemail. It was the third time it happened in the last couple of hours. It was media day at Suzuka and they were having lunch.

"You know it's 3 am back in England, right?", Oscar asked bluntly, "when we were having breakfast, sure, you might have got hold of her if she was doing a late night, but I think you should wait", he reasoned.

Oscar was right. He didn't want to risk it waking you up even though he was sure your phone was on silent since you loved your sleep dearly.

"I hate this", Lando muttered, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. Oscar was aware of some of what had happened between Lando and you. The start of the season always came with new gossip and this one's was filled with rumours and conspiracy theories about the paddock's sweetheart and young couple.

Lando started driving in Formula One when he was nineteen, so they had seen his grow up through the years along with your relationship. At first, you were pinned down as his sister, then a best friend when they realised you didn't share genetics, and then you were his girlfriend. The lingering touches and big smiles they caught never rushed you to admit your feelings or put a label on your relationship, but everyone was there when you walked hand in hand on the paddock and confirmed the suspicions they had for months. Lando Norris and his best friend were in love and they all felt like proud parents as they watched you support him unconditionally every time you could.

"Did you lose her?", Oscar quesioned his team-mate as he picked on the food on his plate.

"I don't have her with me, have I?", Lando snapped and regretted it almost immediately.

Oscar put it down to tiredness, jet lag and the fact that he seemed a bit lost on how he was navigating the situation, "What I'm saying is, did you lose her? Did you do your absolute best to keep her with you?", he said sternly, "Used all of the options and possibilities and it still didn't work out? You don't lose someone because things fell apart in a stressful situation", he reasoned.

He was young but not dumb, truly.

"Feels like I have though", Lando added.

"What I'm saying is if you really want to know how she is and if you want to have an honest conversation with her, you have to make an effort. Not just calling and asking your mother to see if she's spotted her lately, or your sisters to check in your circle of friends whether or not she has moved on", Oscar lectured.

"Do you think I can do it? Do I have what it takes?", Lando confessed his doubts out loud. One of the reasons he had yet to act on it was because having a second chance wasn't for everyone and he needed to make sure it went perfect. You deserved that.

"You're a Formula One driver with deep pockets and a massive heart that still belongs to someone. What can't you do?", the young australian driver mused before he got up, taking his plate with him and leaving Lando pondering about what to do next.

I hope this pain's just passin' through

You sang loudly as you dusted the living room shelves, windows open to let the autumn air in. While cleaning wasn't your favourite thing to do, you had woken up with an urge to clean and given that it happened very rarely, you were taking it in stride.

So far, you found a receipt of a pair of jeans you were meant to return but gave your friends instead, a concert ticket and a bigger amount of dust than you'd like to admit. When you pulled the fabric strap, though, you knew that you wouldn't want to get rid of it. The lanyard belonged to one of the passes for one of the Grand Prix weekend you went to see Lando. Inspecting it closer, you realised it was his second home race, the Polaroid picture attached to it confirming the date.

It started with you joking about the fact that the pass was not the prettiest, so Lando hunted down the paddock to find a Polaroid camera, snapping a picture of you two and pinching a hole on it so you could carry it around and cover the supposed ugly pass. The photo was still intact, just a little dusty as you wiped it with your sleeve. Lando was kissing your cheek as you smiled impossibly big, eyes squinty and smile beaming because of the guy whose lips were on your cheek.

A single teardrop fell on the plastic covered paper before a few more followed as you sat down, looking at what you had once been and how things were right now. The missed calls on your phone led you to believe that maybe he still felt something too, but the potential heartache of trying again and it not working would hurt more than it already does.

The vibration from watch caught your attention as you read the two notifications. One from your e-mail with Qatar Airways written in bold and a text from Lando.

Qatar Airways

Thank you for choosing to fly with Qatar Airways!

Lando ✨️

I need you here with me, Y/N, please

I made the flight reservation for you, they will hold the ticket until two hours before the flight leaves, you just have to confirm with your passport ❤️

You promised me that I was more than all the miles combined

Heathrow Airport, 7th October 2023, 6:30 am.

You couldn't back out now, that would mean Lando would lose the money he spent to get you here in the first place. It wasn't by all means quiet, but your thoughts were loud enough.

You shouldn't be here. Why were you here? Why did you accept this, Y/N?

Because Lando needed you there.

Simple as that.

Boarding the flight, you smiled and thanked as the flight attendant pointed to the area where your seat was and where you would spend the next six hours and a half.

"I'm sorry, our seats are by the window", a woman in her thirties said as she bounced a little girl on her hip, making you get up so she could get to it, "thank you", she smiled, sitting down and buclking herself and her daughter to her body.

"Lyla, you can't go pulling on other people's clothes - I'm so sorry", she apoligised as the little girl pulled on your shirt's detailed button buckle.

"No worries, I know how restless they can get. You do the best for your baby. You're only responsible for yours and her emotions, no one else's on this plane", you offered her, remembering the times you would take flights and fully grown adults would go up to a stressed parent to let them know they could hear their crying child as if the parents themselves didn't know.

"My husband is somewhere in there, too", she chuckled, sometimes I feel I'm responsible for his too - accountantable in a way at least", she chuckled.

"You weren't able to sit together?", you wondered.

"My husband planned the weekend to go watch a race and come back, but we found some holiday days and we decided on a spontaneous trip. This was the only seat left they had", she explained.

"I can change seats if you want", you offered, "I'm flying on my own and I'll get to the destination all the same", you giggled.

"You wouldn't mind?", she asked, relief settling over her as she tried to see her husband, waving at him to come closer as you touched the button to call the flight attendant as the passengers were all sat down on your section.

"This lovely young woman says she doesn't mind switching seats with you", she said to her husband as you spoke to the flight attendant.

"No, there's no problem with that if you both agree", the flight attendant smiled as you got up, ignoring the frown on the man next to you who had to get up so you could swap, "bye bye, Lyla!", you waved at the little girl before her parents thanked you once again.

Finding your new seat, you put your bag under the seat in front and sat down, excusing yourself to the older couple next to you, "I just swapped seats with the gentleman that was here, I'm sorry", you smiled, hoping they wouldn't be too mad.

"Oh, he was able to sit with his family after all - I told you, Harold!", the lady winked at her husband, "I'm Francesca, you can call me Fran", she said sweetly.

Despite the early flight, they both seemed to be full of energy as they started telling you stories of their life and family, showing pictures of their kids and grandkids.

"One day you'll have all of that with the person you love, darling - if that's something you want, of course!", Harold peeped in, "our granddaughters are always telling me not everyone wants the same things!", he chuckled softly.

"It's okay - I would like that, actually", you smiled sadly as Francesca landed her hand on top of yours.

"Why does that sound like a confused heart, dear?", she commented, reading you like a book. The flight was closer to be three quarters of the way to the destination, so you still had some time to kill.

"A little bit; I'm actually flying over to see the person who still has this confused heart", you mumbled.

"Your eyes sparkle when you talk about him, dear - something tells me he's going to 'unconfuse' your heart", she smiled, "tell me about him".

"Godness", you chuckled, "He's kind, respectful, honest, goofy, cute, charming, loving, he's all that is good. We just lost our way, I think", you recalled, smiling at the thought of him.

"You'll find it back, dear. Life has mysterious ways but it has the right ways - I like to believe it does, anyway", the older lady assured, squeezing your hand in hers.

Waving goodbye to Harold and Francesca when you found the taxi bay, you requested to be taken to the paddock.

When you got there, you payed the kind driver before he helped you take your suitcase from the boot, "enjoy the race!", he smiled.

You were thankful all eyes were on the track already, making you cross the whole paddock and step into McLaren's hospitality quickly after collecting your pass.

"Y/N!", Zak said as he was the first person to spot you, "you're here, you came!", he smiled, hugging you tightly, "we're all very happy you're here", he said as he asked one of the team members to store your suitcases somewhere appropriate before leading you to the corridor to the drivers' rooms.

"Lando is inside, and the race starts in less than ninety minutes, so you won't talk all you need to, but it's a good start", he said, knocking on the door before he left.

When Lando heard the knock, he hoped it was you. Sophie and Oscar were great people, but in the last hour, everytime he opened the door, theirs were the faces he saw instead of yours.

"Y/N", he welcomed you into his room before closing the door, "I hope it's okay that I flew you here, thank you for coming", he said as he hesitated on giving you a hug.

Taking a step forward, you laced your arms around his waist as he did the same around your shoulders, inhaling eachother's scent and feeling like a weight was lifted off both of you, "I missed you so much, Y/N", he whispered before you pulled apart.

"It's not the first time you've done that for me", you fumbled with your hands, "although I was very surprised. We haven't spoken to eachother in some time, Lando", you sterned.

"Not because I didn't try", he bit bat with an ironic chuckle, "Why did you come here then?", he defended, taking your words as immediate offense and not taking a second to process them properly.

"Because even though we're not together anymore, you matter to me. I care about you! I'm not sure what monster you depict me as or that you imagine I've turned into, but I wouldn't dream of wishing you misery! If you call me and tell me you need me here, I'll be here because I care about you!", you snapped, "you have no idea how many times I wanted to give up and cancel this! Why am I here, Lando?", you asked.

You didn't expect him to react that way, not that you had a much better reaction anyway.

"Fuck, this is not how we do this", you took a deep breath as Lando held your hands in his, mimicking your movements as he did the same. Three long deep breaths, in and out, in and out, in and out.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that", Lando began, hands laced on yours still, "thank you for bring here, I needed you here because there's no one else in the world that can make me feel comfortable like you do, and I need that. I need to feel like myself - and I know it's a selfish ask to make you get up and drop your things to be here with me but-", you interrupted him.

"It's okay, Lando, you're okay", you cooed, searching for his eyes and hoping you'd get the message your mouth was failing to say through.

You pulled him to sit in front of you in the massage table, "I've been seeing all the podiums you've been getting - the team have done such a great job developing, and your talent and skills have brought it to the podium", you tried a lighter subject even though you were 99% sure of his worries.

"Oscar still qualified above me", he began, "He's a rookie and he's managed to do in months what I haven't done in five years", he allowed himself to express his feelings. After all, it was you.

"Oscar is not driving a tractor like you were", you shrugged your shoulders as Lando laughed.

"For someone who was invited last minute and got a pretty good pass, I'm not sure how the team would feel about you talking like that", he smirked, hand finding your own as he rubbed his thumb on your palm.

"I'm only telling the truth", you smiled, "and I mean it. I know how this sport works, but you shouldn't compare yourself to your teammate when the circumstances are so different", you mused.

"The team have been great and they still haven't said anything", he reasoned.

"Of course they haven't because it's something that happens, Lando. I was watching the highlights and so many drivers went over the limits because that's how this track goes", you stated, "there's only so much you can do and you shouldn't put all that pressure on yourself", you tsked, "I know you do, but you shouldn't", you smiled.

"You always know what to say, don't you?", he chuckled, "I have an inkling on how this here works", you winked and tapped his head with your free hand.

A knock on the door interrupted your moment as Jon opened it right after, "Lando, we need to start prepping for the sprint", he said before he turned to you, "Hi Y/N, good to have you back!", he smiled before he let you finish what you were doing.

"I should go, then", Lando trailed off, "are you going to browse around the paddock? I bet a lot of people miss you and your face here", he nudged.

"I came here for you, I don't care about anyone else", you smiled as you leaned over to press a kiss on his cheek for a few seconds, smiling against his warm skin before grabbing your bag and walking out.

Most of the team must've known you were coming since not many of them took a second look whenever you greeted them or entered a different area.

One of the media girls got you a set of headphones as she stood next to you, Oscar and Lando getting ready to go to the track.

His routine hadn't changed as your eyes followed him while he got dressed appropriately and safely for the race.

Before Lando put his helmet on he looked back at you, winking and smiling when you winked back.

When the gap wasn't closing in, you knew Lando would be disappointed with P3, not because of the place itself but because his team-mate had done better.

As you moved to a better spot to watch the interviews on the media pen, your heart felt like someone was using it like a trampoline, jumping and stomping on it as Lando spoke about himself with such a negative tone.

Surely, the interviewers were fishing for answers with biased questions and his mind took him there.

As you waited for him to be back to the hospitality, you got yourself something to eat, realising you hadn't done it since the plane.

Lando was beating himself up and he couldn't shake the bad mood he was in even when he thought you had travelled to see him and be there for him.

As Sophie gave him a quick debrief about his interviews, he stepped into his driver's room so he could have a quick shower and then head to the team debrief.

"It wouldn't hurt going up to her, you know?", Jon told him, ready to take any harsh words first if it meant you didn't hear them.

"I know it wouldn't, I'm just going to eat something and then I'll join the debrief with the rest of the team", Lando mumbled as he walked up to you.

"Hey", he said sitting down on the sofa next to you.

"Hey, Lando", you said, testing the waters and approaching his body until you rested your head on his shoulder.

"You are going to get your win, Lando. It's going to be an amazing weekend and it's going to be your first. Surely important, but you'll be a race winner and go on to the next race", you said as he seemed to be unsure of the tone you were going for, "as that will be a big moment in a long career - because it won't define it - this doesn't define you either, as a person and as a driver", you concluded, hoping to bring a little bit of his confidence and self-esteem back up a little.

"And you're going to be there?", he asked. He was feeling like shit and needed to know. It wasn't fair, but he needed to know.

"I can't make promises like that, not before we speak properly", you remarked, looking up at him from where you were, kissing his cheek and squeezing his hand in yours, "do you want me to stay here or should I go back to the hotel?", you asked. It wasn't the right time or the right place to talk about it.

"Could you stay here, please?", he said as you took your book out of your bag, knowing it would run long and you'd need some entertainment as there was only so much catching up you could do with the team when they're suppose to be working.

"I will, then", you said as Lando took the plunge and kissed the top of your head.

Ten chapters and a tea later, Lando tapped your shoulders, "I'm finished, are we ready to go?", he asked as you got up accepting his hand to hold as you walked out of the hospitality, grabbing your suitcase from the storage room and bidding goodbye to the team.

"I couldn't get a separate room for you, but the room I'm staying in has this living room area and the sofa opens into a bed, they said it's really comfy and they also left an extra mattress topper and some blankets", Lando said as he drove, "in case you didn't feel comfortable, I- I just want you to feel comfortable", he emphasised nervously.

"Lando, you don't need to walk on eggshells, okay? It's me", you smiled reassuringly as he stole a quick look at you before focusing back on the road, "sounds like a nice solution, fine by me", you reassured him.

Leaving the car to the valet and taking the lift up with you, you stayed silent until you were inside the hotel room, "That's the bedroom area, bathroom's here - and it has a double sink - and then the living room", Lando patted the extra linen folded on the sofa.

"Thank you", you assented, "would you like to talk now or is it bad timing? You must be tired f,-".

"Yes, please", he agreed immediately sitting on the sofa and making room for you to sit in front of him.

"I don't know where to begin", you observed after a while, "it's been tough being without you - I have been so used to having you there for me and to be there for you that nothing quite has the same meaning. I can live without you - barely, but I can -, that's not the question, but I don't want to", you manifested.

"We ended things because we had to, and it did us both well to see from another perspective - that's what it felt for me anyway -, but I want to be with you and to have you with me", he elaborated, "I don't care if you have to spend more time back home because of the distance, or come with me to the races because of the distance, too, I-".

"It was never about the distance, Lando", you interjected. You both used that excuse way too many times but deep down you knew it wasn't because of it.

"We'll work it out then", Lando suggested, "we'll work on us because knowing eachother doesn't mean we don't have to put ourselves first and keep investing on our relationship. I value you so much Y/N, I love you so much and I want to do this right", he whispered as if he spoke any louder would disturb the moment.

"I love you too", you smiled as you laced your hands together, "we'll work on it, together".

It was already late so Lando offered you the bathroom so you could shower and do your night routine first and then make the sofa bed to your liking while he did his night routine.

"Good night, angel", Lando said after you hugged him goodnight, kissing the top of your head before letting you lie down first since the light on his bedside table was the only one illuminating the room.

After you cocooned yourself in the sheets comfortably, you spoke up, "Lando, I'm sorry I didn't answer back sooner", you apoligised.

"It's okay, love, you don't have to worry about that", he cooed softly and you could hear the smile on his voice.

"I know it's not, but thank you for making me feel better about it, goodnight", you smiled, feeling hopeful about it.

The next morning, you were woken up by the noise coming from the bathroom, assuming Lando was showering inside as you stretched, surprised at how well you slept. Maybe the bedding was genuinely nice, the sofa bed wasn't bad to begin with, especially considering the hotel you were staying in, or maybe it was the fact that for the first time in months, you fell asleep knowing the person who your heart belonged to was more than happy to let you keep his, too, and he was in the same space as you.

"Good morning, beautiful", Lando smiled as he noticed you were awake already, "did you sleep well?".

"Good morning, Lan", you yawned, "I did, really well, actually. At what time do we have to be at the track?", you wondered. It was a night race, so the call up was later than usual.

"I'm leaving after breakfast, but you can stay and head there later if you want", Lando declared as you walked up to him, "I just need to freshen up and get ready", you smiled, kissing his cheek and heading for the bathroom with your clothes.

As soon as you arrived at the track, you took one of the back entrances as you knew Lando would spend some time with the fans and other drivers he bumped into, finding a nice spot on the lounge and going back to your book.

"I'm going to start race prep", Lando stopped by you in the lounge after a quick meeting, "I probably won't talk to you much until afterwards so I just came to check on you", he reasoned.

Getting up, you moved to one of the corridors, leaning up to kiss his forehead softly, "Good luck, my love, you're going to do so well, I know it", you smiled against his skin.

"I have my lucky charm with me", he smirked, kissing the top of your head before he got back to Jon.

From P10 to P3, Lando had an eventful race. Fortunately, and compared to the rest of the grid, he seemed to be doing fairly well as he stood in front of AC Units while replenishing the water he lost during the fifty-seven laps.

"I'm so proud of you!", you cooed as he got back to the garage, shaking hands with all the mechanics and engineers before he got to you. You hugged his sweaty body, not caring about it as long as you felt his close to you.

"They're postponing race debrief so I'm going to shower quickly and then we can get going, beautiful", he smiled, kissing a spot on your cheek very close to your lips.

Smiling giddily, you went to the bar area to get a bottle of water for yourself as Sophie walked last you, "seems like we will be seeing a lot more of you again soon - maybe Zak can also hire you as our lucky charm!", she winked as you shook your head, blood rushing to your cheeks at her words.

Back in the hotel room, it was your turn to freshen up and get ready to sleep. The spirits were high and you were feeling like the wait time was over. Your heart was healed enough as you sat on Lando's bed, "I'm so proud of you, you had an incredible drive tonight", you smiled as you moved closer to him as he sat on the edge, back against the headboard and one leg on the mattress while the other hung beside the mattress.

"It felt so good", he smiled, "thank you for supporting me", he cupped your cheek as he silently asked you for permission to kiss your lips. Lando couldn't waste anymore time as he pulled you to him so he could kiss you properly, your legs on either side of his as you straddled him, revelling in the feeling of being in eachother's hold as your hands played with his hair while his held your waist.

"As much as I'd love to continue this, I'm exhausted, baby", he rubbed your thighs, "it's okay, my love, I wasn't thinking of letting you do anything else anyway", you smiled, kissing his nose softly before you got on one knee so you could flop to the side and land on the mattress.

"Sleep here, yes?", he mused and you nodded, undoing the bed and getting under the sheets, his arm holding you to him and making sure he didn't let go.

As if you'd leave anyway.

4.30am and Lando woke up again. This time however, the sight he longed to see was right there. The you he had and had got back, cuddled up to his chest as your leg was hoisted up on top of his own and very close to his aching cock.

As he tried to change the angle so every time you moved, your smooth skin wouldn't pratically tease him, you stirred in your sleep, eyes opening as he tried to adjust your knee.

"Is everything alright, baby? Am I hurting you?", you said as you recoiled from his body.

"No, angel, no!", he quickly guaranteed, "I'm sorry I woke you up, it's just that your knee was very close to me and I was having a hard time dealing with it".

"A hard time indeed", you snickered as you felt his hard-on strained on his Calvin Kleins. Dating after being friends for so long brought an easy joking side to your relationship so much easier and funnier as you wouldn't get offended with most of what you said to eachother, "need help with that?", you smirked.

"But I wanted to treat you", Lando pouted, "Can I, gorgeous girl?", he whispered as he kissed up your neck once you whispered "yes", hands roaming on your body as he pulled up your nightshirt, finding your nipples and twisting them slightly to work your body up the way you did with his.

Your sighs and whimpers let him know he was doing a good job as undressed your torso, littering small kissed from your throat to your tummy, "you're so gorgeous, Y/N, I can't believe you're mine", he said as he blew a raspberry on your tummy, earning giggles from you before he licked up a stripe near your panties line.

"You know how much I like it when you wear your pink panties", he voiced as he touched you over the cotton fabric, feeling you pulsate already, "Do you like it when I tease you over your pink panties, baby?".

"Yes", you scrambled out betwen moans and deep breaths, "Oh my Goodness, princess", he cooed as you squirmed, "You want me to fill this pussy up?", he wondered as you let out a yes followed but a deep mewling sound.

"Let me take a little peek, then", as his fingers pushed the fabric down, a string of wetness caught in the material as he smiled, "Oh my Goodness, look at this pretty little pink pussy", he kisses your clit, "all of you, you're se beautiful, baby".

Rubbing the inside of your thighs with his thumbs, pressing the soft skin as he got rid of your underwear, "Are you going to let me fill you up?", he asked as he wouldn't do it without consent.

"Yes, please do it, Lan", you moaned, hand looking for his own to hold.

"You don't need to say please, my love - here", he whispered as he laced your hands together, "you'll always have me, you hear me? I'm yours, sweet girl", he smiled.

His hand that wasn't securely laced in yours helped you take his underwear off before he came back up to kiss your lips softly.

"Does it feel good when I tease your clit like that, gorgeous?", he smirked as he ran the tip of his cock in your sensitive bud, "Yes - uhg, baby", you gasped, looking into his eyes and swearing you could get lost in them had you not been in such a state of arousal as you were.

"You look so pretty like this, my beautiful, sweet girl", he praised as he saw your twitches and heard your moans at his words, "we need protection, though", he stated.

"I'm good, didn't see anyone else - you?", you wondered as he shook his head, "didn't see anyone else either - condom?", he asked, making you nod and separate so he could get it from his toiletries bag. Hormonal contraception left you feeling worse that it made your life easier, so you and Lando always used condoms.

Rolling it down his shaft, Lando climbed back in the bed and kissed your lips, adjusting himself before he entered you.

You whimpered as Lando slid inside you, a low groan escaping from his throat as he gently slid, taking your hand back in his and resting them next to your head on the pillow.

"You feel so good for me, sweet girl, so wet so warm, so good - aah", he breathed out, "so tight, my sweet sweet girl", he squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling of your walls squeezing him.

You stretched your arm out enough to pull his face closer to yours, kissing his jaw and then his lips before whispering "you can move, love".

Lando pulled back slowly, thrusting in gently to begin with and savouring how you felt around him.

"I love you", you muttered into his neck between moans as he picked up the pace, thrusting into you faster, harder and deeper.

"I'm close", Lando groaned as he felt your walls clench around him, his hand crawling between your bodies and drawing lazy circles on your clit to get you to your release.

"Me too, feels so good, I feel so good", you moaned out, a high pitch one particularly when you felt the band was about to snap.

“My sweet girl, my beautiful sweet girl, are you going to come for me?”, Lando worked you up as your body started to show signs of it, "let go, my love, I'm here, I've got you”, he soothed, still gently rubbing your clit with one hand and keeping hold of the other.

Your back arched, sensitive nipples rubbing against his skin, as you came with a high-pitched whine, nuzzling your face on his thick neck as you came undone around him. Lando came soon after, his hand that was not holding yours groping your waist as he groaned.

“Good, sweet girl, that was good, you did so well for me. I’ve got you, it's okay", he assured as he felt you flutter around him, probably from overstimulation considering neither of you had been with anyone else and you hadn't slept a full night yet, the tiredness he felt also a cause for how quickly he finished.

Lando kissed your forehead sweetly before he pulled out, getting up and throwing out the condom on the bathroom bin before he cane back to you on the bed.

"Let's put this on, yeah?", he whispered soflty as he helped you put on his linen shirt, buttoning it enough to let you breathe but still feel hugged by the fabric, and then a clean pair of underwear he got from your suitcase.

Before he laid in bed with you again, he put on his own underwear, pulling you to his arms and then pulling the crisp white covers over you.

"Do you feel good, baby?", he asked once you were cuddled up to him, "yes, I do", you smiled, a mixture of post sex glow and being back in his arms.

"Thank you for not giving up on us, I love you, sweet girl", Lando said as he played with your fingers, bringing them up to his mouth so he could kiss every single one of them, "you're the best thing in my life", he mumbled, letting you drift off to sleep.

[nahoney22]

Hi!! Congratulations on 4,500 followers, you deserve it and SO MUCH MORE!! If you’re interested and comfortable of course, can I request from the fluff prompts “I like your eyes” and from the NFSW prompts “I wanna make love to you” and “you can be a little rougher” with Echo please? I love him and I’m so happy he made an appearance today, he deserves the sweetest and sensual things, thank you!!♥️✨

Moonlight***

🫧 Pairing: Echo X Gender Neutral Reader

word count: 1.6k

prompts:

“I like your eyes.”

“I want to make love to you.”

“You can be a little rougher.”

Summary: The flirtatious gazes and gestures finally leads to something more; but why is Echo holding back?

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, Explicit Sexual Content and Language, Sex, Multiple Positions, Nervous Echo, Reassuring Reader, Dirty Talk, Praising, Light Hair Pulling, Light Rough Sex, Aftercare, Creampie, Cuddling, Kissing, Mutual Pining, Spoiler Free. NSFW under the cut.

Authors note: Cheeky asking for 3 prompts when I said you’re only allowed 2… buuuuut I’m feeling generous 😌🩶 and you didn’t specify pronouns so I defaulted to GN so I hope that’s okay?🩶

He stands before you, his breath dancing with yours as you both find refuge in a secluded corner, shielded from the prying eyes of the others. "You look so good tonight," Echo murmurs softly, his hand gently resting on your waist, pulling you closer. "It almost feels a shame to undress you."

A flush rises to your cheeks at his compliment, and you bite your lip, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. "Perhaps... but I sense this is something you've desired for quite some time, Sir," you whisper huskily, before claiming his lips with your own, feeling a rush of excitement as he presses you against the wall.

After the consistent exchange of flirtatious glances and the occasional suggestive remarks after months, the tension between you and Echo finally reached its boiling point. Unable to resist any longer, you whispered in his ear for him to follow you after the batch decided to have celebratory drinks at a rather upscale bar.

As you both slipped away, your hands couldn’t stay off each other. "I got us a room… do you want to do this?" you asked, your words muffled by the heat of his breath against your lips, followed by a gasp as he trailed kisses from your jaw down to your neck.

"Absolutely," he replied, his smirk obvious against your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Just lead the way."

Taking his hand and ensuring the others didn't see (not that it was any of their business anyway), you led him up to the room, a mixture of excitement and a touch of anxiety coursing through you as you entered. You were both really doing this.

When the door hissed closed behind you both, you looked at each other, the realization that you were finally alone together hitting you.

Silently, he unclipped all of his armor pieces and set them aside, you doing the same with your gear, but also slipping off your shirt. Echo gazed at you, nothing but awe in his eyes.

You chuckled at his reaction and pointed to your face. "My eyes are up here, handsome."

"Well, that’s good to know because…” he smirked as he approached, a soft hand cupping your cheek as his scomp rested on your hip, “…I like your eyes."

He pulls you closer, both consumed by another fiery kiss until you tumble onto the bed with him falling on top of you, his hand exploring your chest, touching you in all the places you've fantasized about.

Shedding the remainder of your clothes and Echo's, he sits between your legs, admiring you for a moment. "I feel so lucky right now."

"As do I," you grin, your lips swollen and eyes filled with desire as you take in his form. However, when you briefly glance at his cybernetics, you notice him shift uncomfortably. He doesn't say anything, instead chuckling and focusing on his hand's work. Slipping between your legs, you gasp his name as he expertly caresses your sex with precision and tenderness.

"Mmm, do you like that, darling?" he whispers in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Do you enjoy it when I touch you there?"

"Y-yes, oh yes, Echo," you moan, your skin ablaze with desire as he swiftly brings you to climax, his words of praise and encouragement sending you soaring to cloud nine.

Your gaze drifts to his throbbing cock beside you, and you smirk as you reach out, taking it in your hand. His reaction is immediate—a gasp followed by a deep groan. "Such a beautiful cock," you purr, stroking along its length as his movements between your legs intensify.

Desiring to maintain eye contact as you pleasure him, you do struggle to keep your gaze fixed on him. Your eyelids grow heavy as the impending orgasm coils tightly within your core, causing your back to arch in response to his touch. He's biting his lip, gasping, his breaths deep and heavy as his hips grind into your soft palm.

"I want to make love to you," he breathes, and you eagerly comply with his request, releasing his cock and pulling his lips back down to yours, his member pressing against your stomach as his tongue eagerly explores your mouth.

"Then love me, Echo," you pant, your voice filled with longing. "Love me."

He groans in response, taking hold of his cock as he positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with the gentle rub of his tip.

He locks eyes with you as he slowly sheathes into you, filling you gloriously. "Fuck, yes—just… just like that," you moan, sitting up on your elbows, watching as his tip disappears inside you.

As you lay back on the bed, Echo places his hand on your thigh, spreading your legs an inch wider as he begins to rut inside you, his movements slow and tender. "This is all for you, darling… all for you," he whispers.

Your eyes flutter closed, savouring the sensation of his stiff cock pushing slow and deep inside you, your body tightening around his girth. But you crave more. You want him to love you passionately, yet at this moment, he's being too delicate.

"Faster, Echo, fuck me faster, baby," you moan, feeling him pick up the pace. But as you open your eyes, you see him deep in concentration.

"You can be a little rougher," you suggest, prompting him to still his movements, his cock remaining warm inside you.

Raising a brow at his concern, you reassure him, "You won't hurt me. I trust you. You can fuck me however you want."

His eyes flash with understanding, and suddenly, both of your legs are draped over one of his shoulders as he bends you almost in half, before he starts slamming down into you with increasing force, eliciting moans that scratch at your throat as he becomes more demanding.

Your hands grip at his shoulders, gasping as pleasure floods your senses, the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin reverberating around the room. "Is this rough enough for you, darling? Do you like it nice and hard?" he taunts, delivering a complete switch-up, bordering on rough yet remaining aware that he will be gentle if you ask him to be.

"Yes! Stars, yes!" you cry out in ecstasy, your legs aching from the intense position, but the pleasure is undeniably worth it.

"So perfect, feel so good around my cock. Can’t believe I waited so long to fuck you," he murmurs, his hand gripping your thigh tightly, his scomp ensuring your legs stay positioned over his shoulders. After another minute of him fucking you so good, he releases you, panting before flipping you onto your stomach.

Your face is buried in the duvet, hands gripping tight as he positions himself at your entrance again before sliding in. "O-oh, Echo!"

"That’s it, my beauty," he whispers, leaning over you to kiss between your shoulder blades. "Is this okay?"

It's more than okay. He's more than okay.

"Yes, don’t stop—don’t stop until you cum inside me, Echo," you beg, earning a sensual chuckle in return as he thrusts into you, his scomp resting on the base of your back and the other tangling in your hair, tassels of hair scrunching between his fingers as he delivers back shots like you’ve never experienced before.

With a steady pace and sharp, precise thrusts, your eyes sting from the intensity of him stretching you open and lightly tugging at your hair. "M-More."

He shifts from being on both knees to kneeling on just one, finding a better rhythm as he continues to plow into you, releasing your hair and placing his hand on your shoulder, pulling you back into him so you can meet his thrusts as he pounds you into the bed.

Stars blur your vision once again, your moans muffled by the duvet as he takes you from behind. You can feel your orgasm building again, and by his ragged breaths, you know he is too.

You're moved again, this time onto your side as he slides in behind you, keeping your leg raised in the air as his arms wrap around you, sliding into your slick hole effortlessly. Your gazes lock as he cups your jaw with his hand. "Are you close, darling? I'm—fuck—I'm not going to last much longer."

You nod feverishly, biting your lip as sweat glistens on your body. "Yes, yes, yes, please cum in me, Echo. I need you."

"I've got you," he murmurs, leaning in to tenderly kiss you, his thrusts becoming labored. "I love you so much."

Your arousal peaks at his words, and you whimper your reply into his mouth as you feel his seed fill you up and drain out of you. "I love you too, Echo."

Panting, you reach your climax, your body trembling, but he holds you close, murmuring softly in your ear. "That's it... you did so well." He kisses the side of your head as he slips out of you, the sensation lewd but a wave of tiredness washing over you.

When Echo returns from the refresher after saying he was going to get something to freshen you up, he pauses, his gaze lingering on you as you lie in bed, bathed in moonlight filtering through the blinds, casting shadows over your body.

Sensing his presence, your eyes flutter open, and you warmly smile at him. "See something you like?"

"Absolutely," he chuckles, stepping closer and handing you a cloth and towel. After you freshen up, you curl up under the duvet, Echo slipping in beside you. You nestle into his embrace, the silence between you comfortable.

But as you wince while shifting, he immediately panics. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, sweetie," you reassure him softly, kissing his cheek. "I'm just a bit tender. It's been a while," you admit sheepishly.

"Well… if you're sure," he says softly, visibly relaxing.

"I'm sure. I loved tonight. Thank you for being careful with me," you smile, and Echo can't help but plant a kiss on your hair, holding you close until the two of you fall asleep after a perfect night, at long last.

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🎀 || Sylus x Reader || In the Flower field

Happy early birthday, sylus! i made this for the contest on Twitter, so id really appreciate it if you would like, retweet, and bookmark my post on twitter about it (@ OyaBitch ) but of course theres no pressure if you don't want to!!

I hope you guys enjoy the fic. its wholesome and long so lock in😌😌

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"Sylus! C'mon, let's get going!" You said with excitement, your hand grabbing onto his much bigger one. "Let's go! We don't have all day!"

Pulling on the older mans hand, he wasn't making it exactly easy for you to pull him up from his chair. Leaning back, he made himself dead weight. Sure, you were a strong and experienced hunter, but your strength may as well have been compared to a weakly child's strength when it came to this 6'2, muscular, beefy man. His strength could be on par to that of a dragon. Atleast thats what it felt like. He was incredibly strong and could easily overpower anyone without using his evol.

" Ha💸ha💸ha💸ha💸, come on now, kitten. You've got to be much stronger than that if you want to pull me up" He soothly spoke, a rich laugh leaving from the back of his throat. You tried with all your strength, but in the end, you tripped over yourself and fell back. Before you could hit the ground, Sylus's evol stopped your fall. "Careful kitten. We wouldn't want you getting hurt now, would we?''

Stretching out his hand, Sylus took hold of yours, pulling you up with ease. Bringing you close, he smiled down at you with that dumb little smirk he always had on his face. "Hmph. Maybe someone shouldn't pretend to be deadweight then, ever thought of that?" You'd say with a small pout. Leaning down, Sylus pecked your forehead with a sweet and gentle kiss while holding your head. Raising a hand, he brushed a piece of hair from your face, that eager look you had, warming his heart. "Alright kitten, let's get going then. Someone's pretty eager today hm? "

Moving past him to grab your wallet, you swiftly stuffed it into your coat pocket before turning on your heel, and grabbing his arm. Pulling him to the door, you huffed once more. "Did you forget what day it is?? Of course I'm eager! Today's your birthday love! How can I not be excited!"

Making quick work to grab your boyfriends car keys, you settled into the drivers seat of his car, starting the engine. With the low rumble under you, you made sure both you and Sylus was buckled in before taking of.

"You want to take any guesses on where we're going? " Tapping his head with his finger, he sat in silence for a moment as he thought of different locations you'd likely take him. "Hmm.. Is it.. The Café? "

" Well.. If you wanted something from there, we can make a quick stop. but no, not the café. "

"Is it the karaoke place? "

" No, No. Now you have one more guess or else im letting you wait"

"Alright then. Let's see...one other place you love to go is.. Huh. Is it the mall? "

"Ding, ding ding! we have a winner! But hold on a second mister. We're not going simply because I like it. I wanted to spoil you is all. It's your special day and I wanted to take you out for a bit. so anything you buy is on me. buut, I did also need to get us some more skincare stuff" You said smiling a cheeky little smile.

Gaining a chuckle from the grey haired man, he looked at you while leaning against the car door. "Have I told you how cute you are kitten? especially when you're excited about something. It's one of my favorite sights to see.. Also it's alright. No need to stop at the café. "

A light blush crept up your face, shaking your head. "Shouldn't I be the one making you flustered and happy today? Shush, shush. Put on some music to listen to"

"Alright miss bossypants, will do. "

Tuning the radio to a working station, Sylus sat back into the seat, laying his head against the headrest. Watching the scenery pass by, the mans hand reached across the center console, looking for yours. Finding it, he sat content in the car, lightly rubbing his thumb against yours. It was a small thing, but even just being here next to you, holding your hand was the most important thing to him. It meant everything. Just feeling your touch made him smile.

'Maybe it's time I finally propose... Yeah. I think l'll do it today. Shes's dressed all pretty and is in a good mood. It's a risk but.. I don't think she'll refuse. But if she said yes that would make today the best day ever.' In his thoughts, he mindlessly placed small kisses to your hand, rubbing it against his cheek. 'Her hands are so soft. I think its time to decorate her fingers with some pretty jewlery tonight..'

Eyes looking back up to the road from looking down, he noticed that you were turning into the parking lot of the mall, jamming out to the music played on the radio. He smiled as he listened to your singing, admiring how adorable you looked. "Enjoying yourself are we? It's like you're on center stage at a concert" He teased. "Oh but don't you enjoy it? You get a free show and get to listen to my beautiful voice" putting the car into park, you looked over at him and batted your eyes.

"Sylus, would you buy vip tickets if I was a rockstar?"

"Of course sweetie. I'd buy out every seat and make sure no one could hear your beautiful voice. I'm not quite sure if I'm ready to let everyone hear your gorgeous voice, so I think I'll keep you to myself for a bit longer. "

"You're so sweet." You giggled. " But how would I get fans if you bought all the seats?"

"Well that's what Luke, Kieran, and Mephisto are for. I'm sure they'll be your highest paying fans. Aside from me of course. "

"Of course, of course, how could I forget about them. Now, stay there. Don't move."

Sylus was confused, but did as you said anyways and just stayed put. Though, seeing you run around the front of the car just to open his door made him fall further inlove with you. Little stupid things you did like that were funny and adorable. It was cute when you did things like that. It definitely was his source of entertainment that he'd never get tired of seeing.

Walking around the mall, the two of you made a few stops around to some favorited shops of yours, including stopping by some food stalls for snacks like dragons' breath. Walking into Hot Topic with your cup of dragon's breath and boba that Sylus held onto for you, you wandered around the store. You had one thing in mind and that was to look for matching Hello Kitty pajamas. You were quick to find them, analyzing the bunch to choose which to buy. The decision was hard, so you went to find Sylus. He was pretty good on helping you decide when decisions were hard and you trusted his judgement. Finding him near the accessories, you brought up the outfits to show him. "Which one do you want? "

Looking at the choices momentarily, the older man said, "All. Let's get them all. "

Cocking your head to the side, you glanced from him, to the clothes, then back at him. "Are you sure? "

"Yes sweetie, I'm sure. Is there anything else you wanted to get while we're here?"

"uuuuhm, im not sure, but let me look around a bit more"

As you were about to leave, your eyes caught something that was hanging up. Walking closer to the item, her hand resched out to touch it. "Hmm.. Alright let's go. These are the only other things I want. "

Grabbing the light pink dragon horns. All while the woman was stopped by the horns, Sylus had secretly took out his card. Walking up to you, he wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you to the checkout line, listening to the beeping of the machine, responding to the cashier as usual questions and chit chat was spoken.

While your hands reached for your wallet, Sylus leaned down, tilting your head up and kissing you, simultaneously slipping his black card to the cashier. You didn't notice his ploy, as you had just thought it was a normal kiss that he wanted. It wasn't until you looked back to the cashier to hand her your card that you saw Sylus putting his own card back into his wallet. "H-Hey, wait a second. Sylus you didn't. "

"Yes, I did sweetheart, and I'll do it again. "

"Honey, I told you it was my turn to spoil you. Let me spoil you for your birthday"

Taking hold of his arm, you shook him back and forth before laying your head, defeated, on his bicep. "Oh but sweetheart, as much as I enjoy you wanting to pay for me, I'd rather you not have to worry about any financial bills. My love shouldn't need to deal with something like that. All you need to do is sit there and look pretty for me. Don't even think about lifting a finger. Let me take care of you. I can promise you that taking care of you gives me infinite amounts of happiness. "

"Mmh, when you put it that way.. jesus, i can never say no to you. Fine Fine, spend your money, but I one hundred percent will be spending my own money on you regardless. "

"We'll see about that. I'll just have switch your card out for mine and you won't a choice but to use it. "

Sitting on the benches outside of the store, you gave sylus your cup or cereal so you could get the horns out of its packaging. Once succeeding, you clipped them into Sylus's hair. There was no complaint or anything from his side but the dragon horns had made him remember some.. bittersweet times in his life. He was just glad he could here with you again. He had missed having you around.

While internally reminiscing and admiring you, you were busy admiring how cute he looked and giggling over his appearance. "You look so cute! I think the horns being pink were a great addition to the whole horns thing. They look so good on you." Analyzing him a few moments longer, you squinted your eyes, your expression turning a bit more focused.

"you know..." you started. " You kinda look like how I'd imagine a dragon would look like if they took human form. Your eyes really look dragon like. I think it's cute. I like it. You'd make a really cute little dragon'' Moving closer, your hands pinched his cheeks. Laughing, Sylus shook his head, his hand holding your wrist lightly.

"Do you really think so? What if I were to be a big scary dragon who hurt people?"

"Well, you already are a big scary leader who kills people and look where we are? all youre missing is the dragon part. So yes. I really think so. I would still want to be with you even if you were a big, mean, scary dragon. Tell me something. If you saw and knew that I was some sort of monster, would you still want to be with me? Would you still love me? "

"heh💳heh💸heh💰heh💵, I see what you did there. I would love you no matter what. No matter what form you take. No matter where you are. No matter how you look. You'll always be mine and I'll always find my way back to you. After all, I can't be away from you for long"

With the both of you content and happy with eachothers answers, you had opened your phone to take some pictures of the two of you. A few photos were successfully taken, but the photoshoot had to be cut short due to you realizing the time. You ushered Sylus out to the car and set everything in the back before you sat in the drivers seat. Sending a text off, you sat the phone down and began to drive, chatting with sylus.

The scenery slowly changed from the bustling city, to the outskirks of it ,until hills, trees, and fields of flowers came into view. Driving up a hill and to a pretty scenic area, you parked the car and shut off the engine. reaching into the center console, you had pulled out a silky black blindfold. "Okay, here. Put this on and don't take it off until i tell you got it? "

Agreeing, Sylus put on the blindfold. Getting out with your help and being guided to somewhere, he began to question you. " What's this all about? Since when did you have a surprise for me?"

"Since.. uhh, well, Last month? "

"Last month? You really planned that far ahead? I'm surprised. you really wanted to go all out, didn't you? "

"Of course I did. I wanted today to be special for you. Now stay right here. Give me a moment''

Slipping away, you waved to Luke and Kieran who were finishing up the little picnic you prepared for. Walking iver to where they stood, you began whispering to the two. "Thank you guys so much for this. It means the world to me."

"Yeah, of course! " Kieran said nodding his head.

"We can't wait! We've been so excited, its been a torturous wait." Luke said "He'll love it, I promise"

"I know, tell me about it. It's so nervewracking but.. I think I can do it. I've prepared myself all I could so I hope things go the way I want it to. Okay, I should get back now, but make sure you stay hidden, and make sure to record please. Remember the signal I told you for when I want you to start recording?"

Seeing them both nod, you nodded back. "Alright. Thank you guys''

Going back to Sylus, you fixed a few things on the table. Lighting a match, you lit two candles that read '29' on the cake you baked early that morning.

Holding the cake infront of you, a nervous pit began growing in your stomach. Your nerves definitely weren't calm but you did your best to neutralize them.

"Okay, You can look now"

At the sight of the cake and the setup you had going on, His expression turned from confused to soft and loving. "Kitten.." He trailed off, looking around at the flower field surrounding them and the picnic blanket in the grass with food and drinks they favored sprawled about the soft fabric. "You did this for me?"

Nodding, you smiled. "Like I said, I really wanted to give you a special day. I know you never really celebrated your birthday before, so I wanted to give you a small surprise and make you a cake. "

Coming closer, Sylus blew out the candles. "I appreciate you more than you know. This means alot to me. Thank you Sweetie. You really have made my day with this."

For the next hour, Sylus and you had ate together, sharing laughs and thoroughly enjoying yourselves. It was almost enough to dissolve the anxiety that ran through her body.. almost.

Twisting the ends of the stems of flowers, you finished making a flower crown. Leaning over, you placed it ontop of Sylus's head of hair, his new pink horns still adorning his head. " And done. Now you have a freshly made flower crown, handcrafted from moi"

"Thank you kitten. It's quite a lovely addition to my wardrobe. "

Sitting up from his position on the ground, Sylus held you close, playing with loose strands of your hair. The two of you sat in comfortable silence until you discretely gave the signal to the twins.

"So.. Sylus.." Taking a deep breath, you ran your thumbs against his fingers.

"Yes?"

" I've been thinking for awhile about this and I think it's about time. I love you with my everything, and I can't imagine living without you. I felt so empty until I met you. With you, I just feel so happy. I feel so full of love. I feel like I need you every waking second. I want to be with you forever. I want to make everyday special for you and be there as much as I can... So..Sylus.." Shifting from his lap, you moved down onto the blanket, shifting to kneel on one knee while pulling out a box from your pocket. facing it to him opened.

"Will you marry me?"

Sylus's heart stopped for a moment. what did you just say? Did. Did you just propose to Sylus? No way. That was unbelievable. The mans eyes were wide with shock. You, the ring, the speech you gave. His head was reeling. Soaking it in, his face grew flustered. A large hand came up to his face, covering part of it. "Kitten.. You're really full of surprises, aren't you?"

Sylus moved himself to match your kneeling position, removing a box of his own and holding it out and opened. "I cant believe you beat me to it. I was planning on proposing to you tonight too"

Laughs began to erupt from the two of you, quickly following by Kieran and Lukes loud laughter. Looking towards the twins, you called out, "Hey! make sure you keep recording you two. "

Turning back to sylus, you held his face in your hands, coming down from your laughing fit. "Yes, I want to marry you. I want you and only you by my side for the rest of my life." Sylus said, looking into your bright eyes, the sunset glowing shades of red, orange and yellow. A light breeze passed by,

"I'm so glad you do. And yes. Yes, god yes i want to marry you. I wouldn't want anybody else." Looking into his eyes briefly, you both moved to place the rings onto each other with shaky hands. Well, moreso, your shaky hands. Sharing a kiss with one another, you broke away, holding his face while he lightly held your head. "I love you so much, Sylus. Happy birthday my sweet baby boy. I really hope you enjoyed today. "

"I love you so much too kitten.. Thank you. You picked a wonderful area. It's beautiful out here. The scenery..feels familiar. Kind of like deja vu, I suppose. " He poked at a memory he shared with you long ago in the past. You still hadn't seemed to realize the two of you shared a bond in another life, so here and there he would make little comments or do little things to try jogging your memory. It may be taking some time but it seemed like you were slowly remembering.

"Hm.. I suppose it does feel like deja vu. thats weird." Giggling, you pushed forward, wrapping your arms around Sylus's neck to take him down to the ground with you. Rolling to your sides, he held you close, rubbing small shapes into your skin with his thumb, occassionally caressing your face or moving hair out of your face.

"So kitten, would you prefer to be called my fiancé or my wife?"

[prettiest-bloopsy]

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𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

(Not my art, credits to the artists)

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Content Warning: Nsfw, Creampie, kinda Cum eating, Public (They are in a library)

Summary: Reader is Ovulating and very horny while studying with Armin.

 Word count: 1,631

Note: Not proofread so there may be some mistakes. This is just a lil something to start my page before I post the actual piece I’m working on😌

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Today wasn't too different from any other,  you were extremely horny seeing as you had been on your ovulation cycle. You and Armin had some classes to study for so you guys booked a study room in the school library for a last-minute study session. 

"Min.." you sighed from next to him. He mindlessly ignored you as he stared down at his work on the table, writing down another answer. His hand rested comfortably on your thigh, holding onto you for comfort like he usually did. "Armin"

"hmm?" Armin looks up at you with the pair of innocent blue eyes that you always managed to fall in love with. "Take a break," you tried to encourage him. "I'm bored and you're not helping." Armin let out a chuckle and began rubbing his hand against your thigh as he spoke. "What about your work though baby?"

You rolled your eyes, you didn't want to and honestly couldn't properly think about your work right now as dirty thoughts flooded your mind. You wanted nothing more than for your boyfriend to stuff you to the brim with his cock and fill with his cum until he had no more left to give.

You ignored Armin's question and got straight to the point. "fuck me," you whispered, pulling his head towards yours and looking him in the eyes. "please, I need you now." "Just one more question?" Armin teased, He knew exactly how badly you needed him, but he just liked watching you beg.

He might let you do whatever you wanted outside the bedroom, but in? You were all his. You did whatever the hell that man told you as soon as he had you at his mercy, in a bed, or a bathroom stall, or a corner, or an empty room, didn't matter.

With a huff, you rolled your eyes and nodded your head, completely missing the smirk forming on Armin's face when he began to feel up your inner thighs.

Armin slid the pads of his fingers against your soaked panties before grabbing hold of your wrist pulling you towards him gently and making you sit in his lap. The only thing separating the two of you was the thick fabric of his jeans and your thin panties.

As a small sign to tell you to stop moving, Armin slipped one hand on your waist and the other under your skirt, rubbing small circles against your soaking cunt, warning you to behave seeing as two other people were studying in the room next to them, the walls practically paper thin.

If anyone were to walk in on you two it would just look like you guys were just big on PDA, you listening to music on your boyfriend's lap while he did his work, But what they wouldn’t see was that under the table, Armin was helping you lift your skirt to sit on his now freed and dripping cock.

With a small gasp, You screw your mouth shut when you notice the people in the room start shushing each other trying to make out the sounds coming from your study room. Your mouth clamps onto Armin's shoulder biting him to muffle the sound of your moans.

Armin rubbed your clit as you rocked your hips against him in a circular motion. It was a good thing you were in a private room, or else people would definitely hear the sound of you bouncing up and down on his dick.

"fuckk," you moaned, when his dick rubbed perfectly against your sweet spot, clenching around Armin's cock as your legs trembled. “Shh…Shit”  Armin says his words caught in his throat as his grip on your waist tightens to hold you in place. He loved it when your cunt gripped him like a vice, it made his brain feel foggy to know just how good he was fucking you but he didn't want to slip up and get you both caught.

"j-just like t-that Min," You barely manage to whisper. He pushes his hair back with a hand, sweat sticking to his skin before he pulls out of your cunt and pushes your back against the table pulling your legs up on his shoulders for a new angle, in this position Armin could fuck you dumb and keep your moans muffled. He rubbed his hands against the plush of your thighs as he rubbed his tip against your dripping pussy.

The both of them freeze when they hear the group in the room across from them begin to pack their stuff and head out of the library, finally completing their studying or leaving because they heard the commotion in your study room. They take about a minute or so, and the whole time you are trying to hold your breath from letting a needy whimper out, Armin is still discreetly thrusting into you with very slow but very deep strokes, there was a point you swore you felt him hit your cervix nearly making you cry out before he pressed his lips to yours.

“Shh- can’t have anyone... knowing how slutty you sound, wh-what’ll we tell 'em hmm. That you -fuck-  that you wanted… me to fuck you…so bad you couldn’t… wait” His thrusts are still agonizingly slow but every few words he grinds himself against you, his pelvis pressing against your clit deliciously.

“Or how about we tell ‘em how greedy ur pussy is f’me” He winces, his dick twitching at the thought, you whimper in response “Min pls” you beg needily. Once the pair was gone, Armin knew the study room next door was empty. You let out the loudest moan into the arm of his sweater. "I- fuck Armin," you cried as he sped up his thrust, now repeatedly hitting your G-spot.

"you liked t-that?" He teased, picking up his pace as he skillfully thrust into your sticky cunny. "You liked almost getting caught, huh?" he smirks almost devilishly.

He was completely right, but you weren't gonna tell him that cause he already knew the answer. "F-fuck, Min - ’m gonna cum," you whimpered, throwing your head back and clamping your eyes shut. You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten, oh so close to coming undone. To get you to your orgasm faster, Armin pulls your shirt up exposing your covered tits to his eyes.

 He realizes quickly that it's the bra with the disconnecting crisscross straps, his favorite one. He chuckles lightly, using that to his advantage and unhooking one side quickly, popping your titty out of the cup. He licks around the deep brown of your areola before sucking your nipple into his mouth humming at the lewd shocked expression on your face.

The stimulation to your nipple and your pussy had your brain fogged and your legs had turned into jello minutes ago. You closed your eyes as your pussy clenched tightly around his dick feeling your orgasm practically tearing through you.

"'Min!" you moaned as you bit back your pleasured screams, finally feeling yourself cum on his dick. Armin came almost immediately after feeling the grip of your pussy, stuffing your pussy with every drop of his cum that your cunt milked from him, a bit of it leaking out while he was still inside your sensitive pussy, twitching.

Letting out a hum of satisfaction, Armin pulls out of you, replacing his softening dick with his fingers, pressing against your G-spot and sensitive clit simultaneously, you tremble, feeling as if your whole body just took a screenshot as you let out a stuttered gasp. “Ah- shh..shit Armin” you whimper, all he does is chuckle innocently before he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean letting your legs fall to his side as he goes to press his lips to yours nastily, the kiss so messy as you taste a mix of his cum and your juices on his tongue, he pulls away leaving both of you breathless, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

 He helps you stand up so you can put your panties back on. His hair sticking to his sweaty skin, he smiles almost proudly once he sees your dazed expression.

As you pull your panties back up you can feel his cum dripping out of your sticky pussy making you horny again but ignore it for now. Armin helps you sit down in a chair as he starts to pull his boxers back up but before he can pull up his jeans you stop him pushing him into a chair for a quick second. 

 Needily you make out with him grinding yourself on his covered cock, "f-fuck, fuck," Armin whimpered against your lips. You were sure you wanted to go another round after hearing him. “Armin love I think we should go back to your apartment, now” A demand, and Armin is quick to follow through with it once you get off his lap.

He looked down at the wet spot you left on his boxers and groaned before he pulled his jeans all the way up, his dick throbbing in his boxers already.

You lick your lips as you gather all your stuff and put it in your bag, eyeing Armin as he does the same with much speed, you all but smirk knowing round two will happen as soon as the apartment door closes.

“Ready to go Lovely” Armin says, making sure you guys have everything before opening the door to leave, Immediately being met with a staff member.

“Did you two happen to hear the couple that was back here, you know, fornicating?” the staff asks, eyeing you suspiciously. “No, we didn’t hear a thing we were watching a video for our last-minute study. Ewww I can’t believe someone would have the Indecency to do such a thing” You exclaim in faux disgust, and Armin holds back a laugh at your reply.  

“Come on love let's go,” You say looping your arm with Armin as you two walk towards the exit getting stared at by the staff member as you two walk away.

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A/N: I hope you all loved this, feel free to comment on anything or tell me of any spelling mistakes. ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

I currently have 3 drafts wip 1 for Tamaki Amajiki 1 for Francis Mosses and another 1 that I haven’t put a character too yet.(⁀ᗢ⁀)

[piracytheorist]

FINALLY

Thoughts on episode 2x01!

I'm so making a crack recap out of this. Idk if it's going to be this week, but I may have to skip all the other episodes up to this point XD

Ok for those of you who don't know, the bullet-in-butt date (which I can finally mention openly as it's not manga spoiler anymore!) was the only manga chapter that hadn't been adapted that I read from very early on, way before I decided to stay anime-only so I knew everything about it. So I expected the beginning. I actually like that we don't see Yor do her slaughter at that place. She's like a ghost, or a legend, as the short-lived survivor calls her.

Look at her! So cute, covered in the blood of her victims 😌

I do have to say, I was surprised by the amount of blood they showed. I think they actually put the violence up a notch in comparison to the previous season, bringing it much closer to the manga levels of violence.

It's also a bold choice to like, actually open the season with this. It's serious business and I appreciate that. I'm not too big on violence but I also don't like it when it's "purified" or whatever. We're watching a show where two of the main characters kill people left and right. Blood is a prerequisite at this point.

Anyway! GRANDE upgrade on the animation, oh my god! It's all in the little movements and additional "swerves" of the characters' forms. I don't have the time to make a gif now showing that but it's obvious they took the money they made the previous year and put a lot of it on animation budget! Love it!

Aaaaaaaand new music! Most of the new stuff is quirky and funny, perfect for Anya and Franky's shenanigans :D Looking forward to see what new pieces we'll get with this season!

I had some frail hope they would have titled the episode "Date with a Bullet in the Butt". Can you imagine. We were robbed. Robbed!

Ever since I read that chapter I went like, Yor says she treated the wound... does that mean she got the bullet out? Or is she actually walking with the bullet in her buttcheek all this time? I mean... it is called the "bullet-in-butt date" after all...

The way all of this could have been solved by Yor going like "I tripped down the stairs and fell on my butt and now it hurts to walk and sit". But then we wouldn't have this! It's the funny miscommunication that makes them, really <3

The way Anya worries about her! I felt a little sad for her because this is the first time she sees her mama so beaten down by a job, I think?

One of the ways you see the upgraded animation: the way Yor trembles as she straightens up after reassuring Anya, and then the dizzy walk to her room as she goes to rest. Awesome.

Yor just walks it off and Anya is like "Mama is actually immortal, wow" meanwhile Loid is losing his absolute shit

"WIFE IS SAD. THE WORLD IS ENDING. I SHOULDN'T HAVE ASKED HER TO GO GROCERY SHOPPING. I AM A HORRIBLE HUSBAND."

Oh, I adore the different colouring on the memory scene. I also love how the gossip trio just falls on Yor the moment she slips out that oh no they don't do all the conventional couple things!!

Dude is genuinely confused. BestTM SpyTM of WestalisTM, flabbergasted by a woman with social skills in the negatives.

It was eight in the morning. On a weekend. Yor was way too excited for the date she ran to get ready and they were out all day. My god. When am I gonna get my learning date with my emotionally constipated fake husbando

Twilight has a smug grin on his face as Franky accepts the cheque as payment to do chores. I love that addition!

As I love this

Franky grabbing Anya's hand and waving to them for her. They really knew how to handle an already funny chapter and use animation to add more humor to it!

Look at him, starting off so smug but then

He's truly an intelligence agent, trying to work with the information he has on hand. Since he doesn't have the information that Yor is injured, his plans are doomed to fail.

The way Franky is down with everything crazy Anya proposes. I love that duo.

I also liked the way they allowed Bond to sit this episode out, since that manga chapter takes place before the Doggy Crisis arc and Bond is not yet part of the family. I do have some thoughts about the timing of this episode but I'll get to that later.

And here we have the angst punch in the gut, as others talked about it, it's a point in Twilight's character to not see anything fun about the spy work that it's not even fun to play spy. Since one of the moments adding to that is an anime only scene (from the part where Anya makes secret codes) and the dialogue here is just slightly different from the same scene in the manga, it looks like it's a deliberate choice to make anime Loid more sensitive about this specific thing. Interesting!

I gotta say, it would be so easy to objectify Yor and her body with where her wound was. But even though they showed her in a pants-tight-enough-to-hurt-your-butt-wound situation, it was still pretty clear what the focus was. I really appreciate that.

Yor says no to the tight pants and Loid apologizes??? Why wasn't that in the translated version of the manga??

Like here especially, with the face they gave him and the way Eguchi delivered that line it was pretty clear that Yor's reaction made Loid feel like he crossed a line with what he told her. What happened in the manga translation???

VERY interesting picture choice for the movie poster! Ostania gots propaganda to do, after all!

I love how Anya fell asleep during the film while Franky cried his eyes out. Poor sap XD

And LMAO Anya seeing her parents leaving from the spa and trying to get Franky to move but he's too busy getting a massage! And then some added wackiness with Yor being so tense from her wound that she made a murder glare enough to scare a bear!

And Loid is still like DAFUQ AM I DOING WRONG

I like though, that he is not blaming Yor at all. He doesn't consider her irrational or ungrateful for the date, he just sees it as him not having done enough research... and in actual reality, he doesn't have all the data needed, specifically the whole "bullet-in-butt" thing. I'm sure he would have planned differently had he known that XD

Poor Franky XD at least he's finding ways to vent XD

The way they animated Yor's reluctance to sit was great, lol. I'm not sure it was clear she was "hover-sitting" but it was funny in any case.

I loved the tension when we saw the surviving Red Circus member! It was handled so well dropped right in the middle of a funny episode.

This had no right being this funny. But also. Anya is imagining a "default" kind of guy because even though she's reading the guy's mind she doesn't know how he looks like, so she's just making up a face to play out her imagination. Great detail from the manga already.

Anya imagines Loid saying he'll abandon her if he finds out about Yor being an assassin. That's another angsty punch in the gut but also for another post probably XD

The timing here feels a little weird. This chapter was supposedly long ago, when the family was still getting used to living together. Franky sees Anya worried and goes like "Even though they're a fake family, she worries so much?" and seeing that in the anime, practically two episodes before this one he went like "Hey do you love your dad and mom" and she said she does... idk maybe in the adaptation process some things could be left out so that they can make more sense.

How did neither Yor nor Loid suspect something wrong with the suddenly very thick and muddy cocktail she was offered?

Once again, upgraded animation as Yor drinks the pufferfish poison! I love it! Hopefully it'll keep being that good for the rest of the season :D

I remember the tension I felt when I first read the manga in that moment. I was like oh no! And then I was Anya

Gremlin Anya is back and I love it

Anya goes ahead and Home-Alones too close to the sun and fucking makes a bomb. That's a whole other level. You really don't want this girl turning evil, she'll take over the world XD

She should have seen her entrance as Thorn Princess' ally! She was epic!

There was some violence censorship there, as the bad guy in the manga is shown a little burned and bleeding after the explosion, but in the anime he's just... ruffled or whatever.

Idk they probably decided it would be too much to show that a child caused such violence XD

So does Loid go on thinking that Yor was in a super bad mood and then everything went away as soon as she downed a glass of cocktail? I also just realized she just went bottoms up on it, lol.

The episode was great and the date was funny and cute at the end. But.

GIVE ME BLUSHING LOID YOU COWARDS. SHOW ME THAT BLUSH. YOU GAVE US "HIS SMILE HIDES A HINT OF REAL EMOTION" YOU CAN AFFORD GIVING US A BLUSH. *screams* *eats drywall*

The date ends well and with fun! Then the monster wakes up again the next day.

Loid's got a lot to learn. Who knew humans can be complicated!

Overall, a great introduction to the second season! I'm happy we got the bullet-in-butt date and I'm so excited to venture into new stuff that I know next to nothing about :D

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Club Penguin

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Notes: I like when fics kind of just flow you know? Where all of a sudden I’m like 500 words deep and can’t stop 😌😌 those feel right

“Honey, you maybe wanna slow down with those?” 

Hen watches you throw back another shot, glaring at the scene before you. Eddie has his hands on some girl's waist, grinding against her to the music, she’s got her hand in his hair, rubbing her body all over him.

“I’m fine” You give her a curt smile and grab Buck by the collar 

“Let’s go dance”

“Help. Me.” He blinks exaggeratedly toward Hen and she cringes as you pull him down to the dance floor. You make sure to march directly into Eddie’s view as you pull Buck against you, he wraps his arms around you as you drunkenly dance against him, you’re more coordinated than either of you expect as he sways to the music with you, burying his face in your neck.

“Is he staring?” You ask softly, as his hands travel over your body, feeling you up, your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his hand start to slide further down, between your legs. 

“Mhmmm, sure is. Looks pretty pissed too”

“Good” 

You turn to look at Buck, your hand coming up to thread through his hair, he feels your tears falling and sighs.

“This isn’t…the best way to get his attention” He kisses your neck softly, soothingly. 

“I don’t want his attention” 

“Really? Because something tells me you’re about to get it” 

You turn your head to see Eddie storming over, push yourself back against Buck and he holds you closer to him, standing up fully. 

“Dude- what the fuck?!” He shoves Buck’s shoulder and Buck squeals, shoving you in front of him

“Take her! It was all her idea!” 

Your mouth drops open and you whirl around on him. 

“Evan Buckley you did not just-“ You freeze for a second, throwing your hand over your mouth before you go running off, Eddie yanks at his hair before running after you. 

You manage to make it to the toilet before spilling everything you’d been drinking for the past hour. You hear a chorus of “heys!” As the bathroom door opens again, Eddie steps into your stall and locks the door behind him, kneeling with you. He holds your hair back, rubbing your back soothingly as you sob into the porcelain bowl.

“Shhhh, shhh it’s gonna be okay baby” He whispers “You’re gonna be okay”

He cringes as you get sick again, feeling more than incredibly guilty for this whole thing. 

“Why are you even in here?” You sniffle as you sit down for a second and grab a piece of toilet paper to wipe your mouth with.

“Because… I- shit. Fuck- I care about you okay? I- we-“

“Right-right so that’s why you broke up with me?? And went to go dance like a slut! She’s not the slut you’re the slut. She doesn’t deserve to be called that, it’s you you’re the slut”

“I know baby I’m the slut- I’m… I’m sorry-“

“I- I-“You turn back to the bowl and Eddie strokes your back again as you cry. 

“I loved you!” You finish, plopping back onto the floor and he blinks, staring at you. Because he’d broken up with you out of his own insecurities, he didn’t think he deserved love, he didn’t even know if you loved him. He wasn’t sure you did, even if you showed him every single day, in a hundred little ways. 

The way you’d lay out his clothes every morning when you stayed over, how you’d make sure he had a little snack in his pocket when he wanted something sweet. Even when you got him a new stick of deodorant when he was running low. 

You loved him, it was so clear, and he’d thrown it away in a panicked mistake. He takes more toilet paper and dries your tears, kissing your forehead softly. 

“I would love to hear those words in any other place than this bathroom, holding your hair back."

“You haven’t said it back” You sniffle at him, giving him weak little middle fingers and he rolls his eyes, nuzzling his nose against yours before helping you stand up slowly, he brings you out to the sink and helps you rinse your mouth before picking you up bridal style and leaving the bathroom.

“That’s because I’m going to show you”

“If you don’t say it I’m not going home with you” You lay your head on his chest, your eyes closing as you grip the front of his shirt.

“Baby-“

“I’m gonna yell for help, or- or fire!! I’m gonna yell fire!” 

“I’m a firefighter, I’d have to go to work” 

He grabs your purse from a waiting Buck, who gives him a look and he nods in confirmation.

He’s corrected his mistake. 

“Yeah exactly! And that would suck! So… so you better-“ You bury your face deeper into his chest and he sighs as he feels your tears soaking into his shirt. 

“That bitches glitter is on your shirt” You mumble and he snorts. 

“That’s from your hair” 

“Was she good? Did she make you forget me?” He can feel your body shaking as you ramble all of your insecurities out. As soon as you’re outside the club, he walks around to the side of the building and sets you on your feet.

You squeak as he pins your back to the wall and he hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. 

“I love you” He whispers, so soft only you can hear it. “Most ardently”

“Eddie, that was hot” You whisper back and he chuckles, resting his head on your shoulder for a second, and smiles before kissing your neck

“I thought you’d like it” 

“Do you mean it?” 

“More than anything… I panicked. I panicked and I tried to bury those feelings… and then you showed up and… shit”

“And what?” You make him look into your eyes and he sighs, putting his forehead against yours

“And….That was my cousin’s girlfriend” He admits sheepishly “I…I asked if she’d do me a favor. Buck told me where you guys were going and I ran here, hoping to make you jealous” 

“Well. It worked” You frown and he laughs a little 

“I nearly broke my best friend's neck when I saw his hands on you… you weren’t trying to make me jealous?” 

Your cheeks flush and you bite your lip “Well… okay maybe a little bit” 

“Sounds like we deserve each other” 

You push him away a little to go through your purse and pop a piece of gum in your mouth. 

“Sounds like it” You look down, crossing your arms over your chest. He kisses your forehead again, pulling your arms apart and putting them back around his neck.

“Will you forgive me? Please? If- if you’re not ready for it I won’t force it” 

He slots his leg between your thighs and you sigh happily, smiling.

“I don’t know… I think you’ve got some serious groveling to do when we get home. Eddie if you’re ever feeling this way let’s have a conversation okay? Don’t just panic and be an idiot.” 

“I will baby, I promise. Besides… who says we have to wait until we get home?” 

Your eyes widen as his hands slide down to your lower back, pulling you even closer. He buries his face in your hair, breathing you in deeply.

"You smell so good," he murmurs, nipping lightly at your earlobe. “Makes me wanna do all sorts of nasty things to you in this alley."

You look at him, your eyes are hazy and full of love, mirroring his own and grin, tugging on the front of his shirt. You look around shyly for a moment, it seems quiet, everyone’s trying to get into the club… no one cares about the back alley. 

“Please?” 

Your voice is so sweet and so pretty, he’s never been able to tell you no, especially in these cases… 

He hooks a finger in your panties, tugging them aside impatiently. The head of his cock nudges against your slick entrance, both of you shuddering at the contact.

"Last chance to back out, baby. Once I'm inside this tight cunt, I won't be able to stop. Gonna use you like the dirty little fucktoy you are until you're screaming for me."

“Do it” 

He can feel the liquid courage flowing like lava through his veins as you stare into his eyes, burning just as hot as he is.

“Fuck me, Eddie”

With a dark growl, Eddie slams his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in your sopping wet cunt. You clench around him tightly, drawing him in deeper with each hard thrust as you both moan together.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good," he groans setting a brutal pace. 

"So fucking tight and wet for me. Gonna ruin this perfect little pussy."

He lets his head fall back for a second, pounding into you hard and fast, the vulgar sound of skin-on-skin echoing in the alley. His hands grip your hips bruisingly tight as he uses you, hips snapping against you with each powerful thrust. 

You pop the buttons on his shirt as you rip it open, wanting to feel his skin against yours. He growls in your ear as you claw your nails down his back, leaving angry red stripes. You hook your leg around Eddie’s waist, crying out when he pushes in impossibly deeper. 

He leans down to bite at your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin as he ruts into you like a man possessed. His balls slap against your ass with every brutal thrust, the pleasure bordering on pain for both of you and driving you crazy. 

“What’s that noise??” 

You freeze in place as you hear voices near the front of the alley, holding tightly onto Eddie. 

“E-Eddie wait- wait st-“

“Safe signal”

Eddie's heart races at the sound of the voice, adrenaline surging through his veins. The thought of getting caught fucking your brains out in this dirty alley sends a dark thrill straight to his cock.

He covers your mouth with his hand, silencing your whimpers as he continues to pound into you mercilessly. His hips snap forward, driving his thick cock deep into your soaked heat.

"Shh, baby, just take it," he whispers against your ear, his breath hot and heavy. "Gonna make you cum so hard you forget all about them watching."

It’s like a bomb goes off inside of you, your screams are muffled by Eddie’s hand as you cum harder than you ever have in your life. You hold onto him like a vice as he buries his face in your neck, muffling his cries against your skin as he empties himself deep inside you, painting your walls with his seed. He thrusts shallowly a couple times, making sure every drop hits your cervix, groaning when he looks down and sees his dick stretching you. 

Tears stream down your face from the overstimulation as he grinds against your clit, finishing you off, your legs are weak and jello-y as you finally set your leg down. 

He peppers your face with kisses, licking the tears from your cheeks as he slowly comes down from the high of his orgasm. His hand slides from your mouth to cup your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his heated gaze.

"You did so well, baby," he praises, as he pulls out of you slowly, hissing at the suction. His cum drips down your thigh and he swipes it up with his fingers, bringing them to your lips.

"Clean up the mess you made, baby," his voice low and rough. "Taste how good we are together. How well your body takes my cum." 

You slowly clean off his fingers, staring into his eyes as he watches you suck on them, he grins when you pull away, laying your head back against the cool brick wall. 

“You wanna taste too?” You ask sweetly, smiling sleepily as you rest your hand on the back of his neck and pull him in to kiss you. 

It’s a softer kiss, all the urgency from earlier is gone. He slowly tucks himself back in his pants and begins to straighten you up as you make out, he pours all his love and adoration into it like he should have been doing this entire time, something he never plans on stopping for as long as he lives.

“I really do love you” He pants softly as you both finally pull away for air “I’m sorry it took me being a dumbass and almost losing the greatest thing to ever happen to me to figure that out” 

“I love you too… I’m sorry I tried to make you jealous with Buck, it was petty. Well deserved, but petty” 

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, chuckling 

“You definitely deserved to do that, I’m not mad” 

You and Eddie stay together for a bit longer, he gives you little kisses as he strokes your sides lovingly. You giggle and kiss him back, nuzzling your nose against his. 

“You about ready to go? I can’t believe I fucked you in an alley”

“I’m gonna be real Edmundo, I don’t think I can walk on my own. And what’s wrong with… adding a little spice to a relationship?”

He picks you up bridal style and bites his lip as he sees your thighs still sticky with his cum, he might just have to clean it up in the backseat.

“Fucking in public is a little spice?” 

“Semi-public!” You correct him and he scoffs 

“Oh yes I’m so sorry, Semi-public” 

You snuggle into his chest as he walks down the sidewalk, there’s not many places open but he finds a clean little diner and goes in. He sets you down in the booth and sits across from you, but reaches over to hold your hand.

“I’ll get us a Lyft, it probably won’t be long” 

“Can I have a burger while we wait?” 

“Order two” He nods as he concentrates on his phone.

You watch him for a little bit, your head resting on your arm, he bites his lip as he stares at his phone, looking at the options for rides, you blink slowly, your mind still hazy from the alcohol. 

Suddenly his head jerks up to look at you, you continue to stare at him, sweetly, innocently, as you rub him through his jeans with your foot. 

The waitress comes over, surprisingly cheery for the late hour. 

“What can I get for you two?” 

“T-two uh- two bacon cheeseburgers and-“ His voice cracks “Two strawberry milkshakes. Do you have a bathroom?” 

“Sure do sugar, it’s right down the hall. I’ll get these in for ya, won’t be long” 

Eddie scrambles up from the table as soon as she’s done, dragging you laughing behind him. 

[alaamomtoleen]

The Broken Journey: Dreams Amid Ruins 💔🍉

A Personal Introduction 🙋‍♀️🍉

My name is Alaa Khalaf, a mother, a wife, and a determined freelancer 🌸. I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in Secondary Education, majoring in English language. From a young age, I had a passion for languages and teaching. After working in kindergartens and private schools, I transitioned to freelancing where I found my true calling. Becoming a translator and content writer opened a world of opportunities, giving me the freedom to build a unique professional identity ✍️. I spent countless hours crafting a portfolio I was proud of, hoping it would inspire others in the same field.

During war, I’ve got injured many times 🤕🩼

Life Before the War 🛟😌🍉

Before the war, life had a rhythm. I had a loving family, my husband Muhannad Baalusha, and our daughter Toleen 💕. We lived in a house that held warmth and memories, and I was surrounded by friends who shared in our joy. We would gather often, escaping the pressures of life, finding solace in each other’s company. I remember how we would laugh, share meals, and speak about our dreams for the future. Professionally, I was thriving, always improving my skills, and aiming to reach new heights in the world of freelancing 🌟.

The Home We Lost 🏠🍉

Our home was not just bricks and walls; it was a sanctuary 🏡. It was a place where my daughter’s laughter echoed in every corner, and where every piece of furniture had its own story. My family, along with my friends, gave me strength. They were my support system, my community, and we shared not just joys but struggles. But war has a way of tearing everything apart. It came swiftly, like a storm, leaving destruction in its path. One day, we were forced to leave everything behind—our home, our belongings, our memories, and even our safety. We were suddenly strangers in our own land, running from one place to another.

Now, we are homeless 💔💣

The Onset of Fear and Displacement 😰🍉

When the war began, fear became our constant companion. The sound of bombs, the sight of destruction, and the terror of losing everything pushed us to flee. We left our beloved home in northern Gaza and began a journey of displacement that took us to more than 10 different locations 🚶‍♀️. Each time we moved, we hoped it would be the last, but it never was. We paid exorbitant amounts of money, just for the chance to sleep in a safer place for one night. There was no peace. We lived out of suitcases, moving from shelter to shelter, never knowing where the next bomb would fall.

The Career I Paused, and the Dream I Hold On To 📈👩‍💻🍉

Before the war, I had carved out a career for myself in freelancing 🌍. I worked with clients from around the world, translating documents and creating content. I loved my work—it gave me a sense of purpose and accomplishment. But since the war began, I have not been able to work. The constant fear, the need to keep moving, and the unreliable internet have made it impossible to maintain my freelancing career. My projects have been put on hold, my clients left in the dark, and the portfolio I worked so hard to build now feels like a distant memory. But I hold onto hope. I know that one day, I will return to my work, stronger and more determined than ever to rebuild everything that was taken from me.

I Call you for Support 🚨🍉 🍀✨

@90-ghost @nabulsi @el-shab-hussein @dykesbat @khanger @ot3 @irhabiya @appsa @ibtisam @timetravellingkitty @meaganandersoncolor @briarhips @mahoushojoe @rhubarbspring @commissions4aid-international @wellwaterhysteria @mangocheesecakes @kyra45-helping-others @marnot-blog @7bittersweet @tortiefrancis @toiletpotato @fromjannah @omegaversereloaded @vague-humanoid @criptocracia @amygdalae @ankle-beez @chilewithcarnage @ghelgheli @syrup @deepspaceboytoy @mohamedddw @junglejim4233 @post-impressionisms @neechees @neptunerings @deathlonging @deathlonelypast-blog @schoolhater @pcktknife @transmutationisms @kibumkim @sawasawako @stuckinapril @mavigator @lacecap @socalgal @tododeku-or-bust @magnus-rhymes-with-swagness

[ofmermaidstories]

Hi Mermie!! I'm such a big fan of you and your writing has genuinely comforted me during some really tough times, you're the absolute best i'm hooked and forever grateful for the fact that you share these pieces of art with us!!! It makes me want to get into writing honestly, but i've never done it before so i feel like i'll do bad, and i'm also not someone who's big on social media presence so i feel like nobody will see it if i don't promote it somewhere else, additionally i don't know all the intricacies of posting on AO3!! Like i know you can't copy and paste your WIP from word directly there has to be things to consider surely?? This is so discombobulated i'm sorry 😵‍💫😵‍💫

I post from mircosoft word into the New Story/Chapter function on ao3!!!!!!!! 🥹 Honestly, you can work your way around the fiddly stuff with the site—it looks more overwhelming than it is. 😌 but for everything else: just do it!!! write!!!!!!!!!! write write write!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! don’t fret too much about like, needing a social media for promo. what you want the social media for is to connect with people who otherwise might not wanna comment on ao3 itself, or lurk more around here, etc etc. 🥺 you want the social media to entertain yourself with, to post your musings on your chapters or your playlists, or even your fears about the whole thing. 🥺 if people find your account and your stories via that then ooo, bonus. 🥹 the hardest pill to swallow with like, doing anything online for recognition (comments, notes, kudos, etc etc) is that beyond the love you pour into the work itself, you can’t control anything else about its reception. 🥺 how people respond to it (and you by extension) depends on a range of factors!!! what time you post (weekends are better, sundays US-time best), what fandom and ship you’re writing for, whether or not it’s a school holiday (american summers tend to be pretty quiet, i’ve noticed), just—stuff!! some of them you can try to anticipate (like when you post), but others are outta your hands (if a particular ship is popular in that moment, or whatever). I was pretty lucky in that I found myself in the fandom during the perfect time—x reader fics in general were all over my FYP on tiktok, BNHA was even more popular than usual, and everyone was still a little stir-crazy from the original upheaval that was COVID breaking out and isolating us all. and the thing is, when i started it was just me entertaining myself, both with the fic and being on this blog. i hadn’t made any friends, i didn’t know anyone in the fandom like, at all, even just as a friendly lil mutual follow—i just puttered around and got excited when a couple of people were nice to me about the fic. my experience of the community only really changed when i made my first real friend, because i suddenly had someone to scream about BNHA and fics in general with. 🥹 I dunno (I can’t remember) if I’ve ever talked about it here on the blog, but like, there was a wild difference in how it felt to write surrender when it was just me pottering around lalalaing, vs. when i started in on the deku fic and suddenly realised that there were outside expectations for it, LOL. which is why i say just write!!! it’s hard feeling like you’re pouring all this love and hard work into a void that’s indifferent to it, but it’s also so so much fun when you start out just wanting to tell a story for the thrill of it!!! It’s like… when you first get your driver’s license, maybe. 🥹 In that sweet in-between before you realise how expensive cars are and how much damage they can cause. It’s just the excitement of having wheels that can take you wherever you wanna go, to a friend’s house or to get ice-cream or to sit at some lookout and just think about things. Write the story you want, the story you wanna read, and all the other pieces—figuring out how to post it and whether or not people will find it—will fall into place afterwards. 🥹 Just start writing!!!!!!!! You deserve the fun of piecing together something you love. 🎐🪟🌷🌿

[dameronswife]

sleepover saturday – tell me your top 5 fics you've written, please 😌

predictably, I went from "how can I ever narrow it down to such a small number" to immediately lining up which fics in like 30 seconds so! let us begin!

1). I have talked about this fic so frequently I feel like it's almost a piece of lore on this blog, but my first thought was of the fic I never posted. A couple of Decembers ago, @dameronalone, @hermitmoss and I were talking about the trend of making Star Wars heroes evil, because I'd seen another edit of the Sequel kids being First Order, and we were talking about how hard it is to digest those AUs because they feel so out of character. At which point one of us went "okay, so what if we made it in character?" and a couple hours later, we had a sprawling AU where shit happens and Leia's the Supreme Leader, and Poe is still her right hand man.

Since this was already an incredibly self-indulgent brainchild of ours, we decided to throw in our OCs at the time, which finally gave me the chance I've been itching for since 2018: exploring what would happen if my OC, Volya, went to the Dark Side. What I landed on was the concept that this AU was divergent from my previous 'verses set with her in the Resistance era, so she and Poe were already together at the time he, Leia and my friends' OCs had split to take over the First Order, and she'd been abandoned by them all in one fell swoop, which eventually leads her to cracking and beginning to fall - a struggle which is then intensified when Poe's given the task to try to convince her, in brief meetings on the battlefield, to come back to him, which culminates in them eventually having a secret rendezvous, which is where this absolute monster of a 6.5k word fic comes in.

Officially, it doesn't have any title -- it's literally labeled in my Google Docs fic as "corruption kink: the fic" -- but I dare think it's my magnum opus that I'm too embarrassed to ever post because it's 6k words of smut. But actually, it's 6k words of character/relationship study under the guise of smut - the concept of a Poe and a Volya that are still entirely in character, having that history of loving each other, but both either in the grip of the Dark Side or about to slip over, was extremely fascinating to explore, and I enjoyed using a lot of intimate act, and the power plays that are involved in them, as analogies for the temptation of the Dark Side.

2.) The rest of this list will go by so EASILY now that I don't have to give an incredible amount of detail and context, lmao! Anyway, I think my second favorite is yet another Poe/Volya fic: the only hands i trust are yours. It's set in another RP verse, but deals with the aftermath of Volya's trauma aboard the Enshado in a retelling of one of the arcs of the Poe comics we did. It's a heavy, yet I think simple fic, but it sprang to mind when I was considering my favorites.

3.) when the violence causes silence; this one, I feel, didn't get its due, and I think it's one of my more underrated fics. It was my attempt at blending the Insomniac Spider-Man verse, with a Moon Knight that was equal parts inspired by the show and by the Mackay Run (notably, it takes place in the Mission with the crew from the comics, just with a bonus Layla!). I'd definitely write it differently now, and I think it would work better from the perspective of a Marc that's solely from the show, rather than the comics, but I still love it for what it was at the time, which was me smashing together two of my favorite Marvel things.

4.) in weakness or in strength; another Canon/OC fic, this time featuring my Marvel OC, Emilia. Writing Moon Knight fic is surprisingly hard, and nailing Marc's voice is even more difficult, which was yet another reason I feel so proud and fond of this fic. For lack of a better term, this verse was stuck in development hell for a long time, and I never quite knew what to do with Emilia, until this plot bunny popped into my head, and before I knew what was happening, I had these two chapters written. Someday, I'd like to tighten up a few areas, but I love this fic a lot, and it's really become the touch stone of Emilia's verse for me.

5.) waffled for a long time on this one, but I think I really love the road not taken looks real good now; it was a recent dip into reader fic that I wrote for Poe, following a conversation with @dameronalone about an AU based on tis the damn season by Taylor Swift, which is a song that I've associated with him for a long while anyway (it gives me Poe and Zorii vibes tbqh) - and I was very pleased with how visceral and vivid the scene wound up being in my head, and how well it translated to paper. It's short but sweet, and very sad, which surprises me even more that I like it so much.

sleepover saturday!

[taniushka12]

in honor to national friend's day here's a couple alan & barry and barry & alice fics i really like that deserve more attention and love <3

The Mirror

After seeing his mother, Alan decides he should cut his own hair. Barry, the best friend that he is, has a better idea for him. // trans!alan fic set in their teenage years, 3585 words

Pbj Sandwiches

Angsty teen Alan who's going through tough times due to his mother being in and out of mental institutions and his father just being non-existent. And Barry who's being protective and supportive of his best friend. Just them looking out for each other :'3 // unfinished, but I still hold on hope ♥, 1676 words

Seeking Connection

After the summoning, Alan reaches out to Barry on his way from Cauldron Lake to Bright Falls to find Scratch. This is set before The Final Draft. // a heartbreaking conversation that I immediately remembered when I got to this scene in the final draft ;_;, 3964 words

The Oceanview Motel

Alan wakes up in an unfamiliar place. Fortunately, someone he knows is there waiting for him. // 1395 words

Food

Alice takes Al’s (presumed) death hard. And although they have never gotten along, Barry wants to do something to help her. // barry cooking for her has Such a soft spot on my heart ;o;, 500 words

The Missing Piece

A short exploration of Alice and Barry, how they relate to each other and how they carry on after the events of the game. // companion piece of this alice character study, 1198 words

Mismatch (or: Barry doesn't mesh well with leather)

In one of his visits to Parliament Tower, Barry tells Alice a story about him trying to deal with the Anderson brothers, with mixed results and incriminatory pictures to fill in the gaps. Barry wasn't keen on people laughing at him, but considering this was the first time he ever made Alice laugh, he could suck it up for the time being. //self promo 😌, 1832 words

[the-blind-assassin-12]

HAPPY TWOSDAY! 🥳

It’s time for TWO more series, one shot and art recs! This week I went with three characters, two recs each for Joel, Ezra & Oberyn. And I loved them all to bits and pieces. 🤎💚💛

Two Series Recs:

LEAVE OFF YOUR WANDERING by @oonajaeadira

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rugged because TLOU, Soft because Adira

I fell behind on this absolute stunner of a story, so I had the joy of catching up with the two most recent parts all in one go. And let me tell you, for as much TLOU typical tension and angst as there is in these latest two parts, they truly were a joy to read. Because one of Adira’s many strong suits is balancing soft with hard, safety with danger, joy with fear. Watching Joel slowly open up, watching Reader learn how to reach him, watching Ellie get to have more normalcy? It’s beautiful. It’s got my heartstrings all knitted up all warm and fuzzy like, and simultaneously has me ready to stab anyone who hurts a hair on any of their heads with a knitting needle. But Joel’s got that covered, doesn’t he?

OBERYN & HIS MERLING by @grogusmum

Oberyn Martell x GN!Merling Reader

A fairytale romance with a bittersweet touch

I recently treated myself to Hazel’s Seven Tears and absolutely loved every mythical second of it. So when I saw that she also had a story centered around a Merling Reader, I KNEW I’d love it just as much. And I was right. Everything from the visuals of Reader’s Yew Forest to their appearance was magical, and the lengths that Oberyn (and Ellaria) go to for his Merling to keep them safe and happy for so perfectly with what we know about him - that he’s a lover, a protector, an open mind and a full heart.

Two One Shot Recs:

TALK, REFINED by @ohforficsake

Ezra x F!Reader

Soulmates/ multiple lifetimes AU

This is one of those stories that is going to stick with me for a long time. I’m gonna be like that meme where it’s like hey you okay you’ve been quiet what are you thinking about? And in my brain it’s just “the warrior and the blacksmith and that iris charm” but I have to be like “I’m fine 👍🏻”. This story won my heart, broke my heart, and fixed my heart as I followed a pair of fated lovers finding each other through three different lifetimes, and it did so in truly beautiful fashion. The repetition of certain motifs, the way gorgeous lines are sprinkle throughout this whole piece like glitter, the bond between these characters, these souls… it’s perfect.

IN BLOOM by @maggiemayhemnj

Ezra x GN!Reader

Fluff + pup + blossoms

EZRA. AND. A DOG*!😀🥰 *A troublemaking little rascal who is just like his owner, as dogs tend to be. I love that Ezra has a companion to keep him company, and I love even more that this companion (Peanut! 🥹) seems determined to get his human a human companion …. By any (thieving) means necessary. Everything between Ezra and Reader falls so naturally into place and how could it not with him being so charming and Peanut being such a peanut? I also truly loved the thought of Ezra creating his own little Green haven in his backyard. Hope I get to spend some more time back there someday soon. 😌

Two Art Recs:

OBERYN + RED VIPERS by @rimermin

This is so freaking COOL! Surrounding the Red Viper with actual red vipers is such a striking visual. I love the colors and the expression he’s wearing here. Just stunning!

JOEL + SARAH SNAPSHOTS by @alyssamariag

Listen, I ADORE these. SO MUCH. Look at their SMILES! Look at Joel and his Dad Strength™️. The note from Sarah because let’s face it, he absolutely needs the reminder. The watch. Just… 🥹🥲🥰 perfection.

[eamour]

helloooo ella! dropping into your askbox to a) tell you your theme is, as usual, phenomenal, and b) to ask what the highlights of your month have been and what you're most looking forward to coming up? 😌✨💗🌸💕

AAAARGHHH HELLO MY LOVE!!!

first things first, i am SO sorry for replying so late… i saw your message but i wanted to give myself some time to reflect on all the good and bad things that have happened this summer (and thank you so much for the compliment and checking up on me!!!!)

i had so many highlights actually… i kissed someone on the second day of knowing them (and they kissed me back AAAAAAHH), made some new friends, had a guy fall for me who said the most beautiful things about me and (respectfully) pretty much worshipped the ground i walked on. i remember telling my uncle i was so eager to eat strawberry cake two hours before our neighbours brought us three pieces of a strawberry cake. i got beautiful jewelry and new clothes that i love wearing and that make me feel comfortable in them. on the last days of my vacation, i was out with my mother and her friends (which all loved me and laughed at all of my jokes!!!!). we were drinking and chilling on the beach when i got a bit tipsy and decided to swim at midnight on a full moon — after i convinced my mother that i would not be swimming! i manifested seeing my friends more often, going shopping with them and went to a club for the first time in my life. i also got my very first make up products and spend lots of time making myself feel pretty and embrace myself. on some days when i didn’t feel like doing anything at all, i went out around night time to ride my bicycle, listen to music and occasionally stopped by the smaller markets to buy drinks. i took care of many stray cats and dogs and always looked forward to feeding ans petting them. i visited many culturally significant places, went eating with family and friends, had my ears pierced for the first time ever, got gifts from people i just got to know who immediately started to like me, vice versa… i could write another five pages about what has happened during the past few months!

this is just a very vague part of the things that have happened this summer (without bragging…). my real highlight, however, would probably be the person i fell in love with but also being shown love by several people ♡ this year, i was bathed in compliments from so many people… it felt nice. indeeed, it felt amazing!

as you can see, thankfully lots of love ♡ i also had a handful of downs and moments where i totally wished for things to not be the way they were but… that’s normal i guess…

right now, i‘m looking forward for what’s gonna be the next chapter for me. i‘m gonna make up my mind the following days and aim for what i really want longterm! <3