#not that i care about irls but my two girls i can ONLY talk to on there so. we suffer

[victory-cookies]

the only irl friend I have that I feel comfortable actually talking about the things I enjoy with just insulted me for gushing about smth to her over snap last night and now I want to cry

[fastandcarlos]

Fred’s Baby Girl : ̗̀➛ Charles LeClerc

summary: after being photographed looking more than comfortable, the fans soon learn that fred isn’t the only vasseur that charles is fond of…

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f1gossip: during the summer break, several photos have emerged of charles leclerc enjoying his holiday with the daughter of ferrari team principal fred vasseur. we’re uncertain if the pair were holidaying alone or with a group of friends, but either way they’re sure looking cosy 🏎️

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username1: watch them now try and convince us that they’re not dating 😂

username2: can’t wait to see fred’s reaction to this news…

username3: I did think yn was attending more races recently 🤔

username4: look at those smiles 🤩

username5: this was not on my bingo card for 2024

username6: I’m surprised how good they look together ngl

username7: can’t wait for charles to see fred after these pictures 😂

username8: I feel like fred is too soft for charles to be mad about this 🤨

username9: father fred and son charles era pending…

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ynvasseur: another lovely weekend supporting the best team in f1 and cheering on charles and carlos ❤️

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username10: not yn pretending that she was there for both of the boys 😂

username11: notice how it’s charles’ garage that she posts tho

landonorris: omg just give the fans what they want yn 😫

username12: yn just pretending like nothing is even happening rn

pierregasly: I refuse to believe that pr didn’t have to approve this post first with how noncommittal it is 😂

ynvasseur: @/pierregasly I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about 🤷🏻‍♀️

username13: I don’t blame you girl, who could resist charles leclerc 🔥

charles_leclerc: it was lovely to see you in the garage this weekend 🥺

username14: wonder how close of an eye fred is keeping on her this weekend 😉

scuderiaferrari: it’s always a pleasure to have you with us yn ❤️

username15: stop leaving us in suspense, we promise we’ll be happy for you!!

carlossainz55: it’s always a joy to have you there and annoy you yn 😝

ynvasseur: @/carlossainz55 you do such a good job of it too 🙃

username16: charles keeping his reply pg but he’s not convincing any of us 😂😂

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f1gossip: seemingly confirming their relationship, photos have been shared of charles and yn around the ferrari garage looking cosy together, not appearing to care who was around to see them, especially yn’s father fred!

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username17: how can these two people think they can convince us they’re single 😂

username18: poor carlos is officially the ferrari third wheel!

username19: that second photo makes me think he’s not seen fred yet 😂

username20: is anyone really sitting here thinking these two aren’t dating??

username21: I was at the paddock this weekend and every time I saw charles yn was right there with him too…

username22: can’t wait for boyfriend!charles to reappear once again!!

username23: they’re more than just cosy together ngl

username24: just me thinking this is sad how their privacy is getting completely invaded rn 🤯

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ynvasseur: did you really think the two of them wouldn’t still be the best of friends? oh, and congrats on the win too charles 😂❤️

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username25: forever my favourite principal and driver relationship 🥰

charles_leclerc: so happy you got to be there to see your first win of mine irl 💕

ynvasseur: @/charles_leclerc wouldn’t have missed it for the world 🫶🏻

username26: none of us ever thought fred would be anything other than your biggest fan ngl

pierregasly: do I now have to fight your dad too for the position of charles’ best friend???

username27: yn just confirming that fred gives them the green light like it’s no biggie ✅

georgerussell63: I never knew your dad had such a side like this in him 😂

ynvasseur: @/georgerussell63: he’s crazier than me I swear!!

username28: fred looks like such a proud dad 😭😭

carlossainz55: so glad I don’t have to listen to him moan about how scared he is to see your dad anymore 🤦🏻‍♂️

username29: where are you in all these photos we miss you with them!?

arthur_leclerc: now we’ve got fred’s approval I guess we can officially welcome you into the family 🤝

ynvasseur: @/arthur_leclerc can’t wait to meet you guys properly ❤️

username30: it’s funny to me that charles had to explain himself more to fred then any member of his actual family 😝

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charles_leclerc: who knew fred wasn’t actually the coolest vasseur after all 😂 turns out it’s this one who makes me feel like I’m really winning at life 💞

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username31: these two were simply made for each other 🥹

arthur_leclerc: so you can take her on all these holidays but not bother to bring her home to meet us??

charles_leclerc: @/arthur_leclerc we’ll be there soon enough, don’t worry!

username32: I might’ve just shed a tear or two reading that caption

lewishamilton: I’m already on the back foot and not even joined the team yet now 😂

carlossainz55: and I thought it was being my teammate that made you feel like you were winning at life 💔

username33: yn must be pretty cool to be considered even cooler than her dad 😂

danielricciardo: you’ve for a girlfriend?? you should’ve mentioned it 😱

username34: they’re both equally as awesome as the other imo!!

pierregasly: does this now make you an honorary vasseur for life?

username35: it’s not fair how one person really can have it all 😭

ynvasseur: for the record I’m better than my dad at everything 😉

charles_leclerc: @/ynvasseur let’s get you behind the wheel of an f1 car and put that to the test??

ynvasseur: @/charles_leclerc I’d like to take back my original statement 😂

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ynvasseur: let’s be honest, he never really needed to impress my dad anyway 🥹

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charles_leclerc: fred told me he adored me and I’m never gonna shut up about it 🥰

ynvasseur: @/charles_leclerc I’d crack a joke but I think he actually might prefer you to me 😬

username36: we all know charles is the favourite child deep down ☺️

oscarpiastri: charles does not stop talking about how amazing your dad is btw

ynvasseur: @/oscarpiastri he’s only doing that to make sure he keeps my dad on side!!

username37: the relationship these two have is the sweetest 🥹

carlossainz55: can confirm that this was definitely the case!

username38: I feel like it won’t be long before yn is actually third wheeling fred and charles instead

maxverstappen1: everyone in the paddock knows no one loves charles more than your dad 😂

username39: if I didn’t adore these two before, I definitely do now they’re together too

landonorris: you deserve a medal for putting up with him yn 😂

username40: these captions are honestly gold 🔥

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[carmenberzattosgf]

I had a dream last night (I lie I was lazily taking an afternoon nap, but Anywhore it was a dream nonetheless) but I was at some fancy pants hotel in Chicago and our man was there. Maybe dream Carmy is a bit more confident then IRL Carmy but I kept telling him he was too big and it wasn’t gonna fit and he just kept praising me and when he finally got it all in he was like “good girl, see? I told you you could do it princess, I’m so proud of you” and him saying he was proud with such a sweet smile and that softness to his voice excited me so much I woke up.

You can take me to horny / cringe jail or ignore this but your smut is the best smut so I had to take this idea to you i love you dirty olive martini!

CAPRI— … content warning: dword 🚶‍♀️(it’s only two times. I’m sorry the demons won)

Carmy’s such a fucking tease when he wants to be one. He knows he’s big, but the way you talk about his size gives him such an ego boost, to the point he gets smug about it.

Your relationship with Carmy is still very new, so you’ve only taken him a handful of times. Currently, Carmen rests on his knees in front of you on the bed, stroking his hard cock. He’s already made you cum once tonight with his mouth. After a moment of staring at your dripping cunt, Carmy breaks the silence.

“You ready, baby?”

“Carm—I don’t—I don’t think it’ll fit.” He chuckles at your words, unable to hide the smirk on his face.

“You’ve taken it before—took my cock so well last time, princess. You’re a big girl, yeah? You can handle it again. Wanna let me try?”

You nod your head. “Just—just go slow, please.”

“ ‘Course, baby. I’ll take care of you, promise.” He presses into you unhurried, letting the head of his cock sink into you. Your breathing picks up; the stretch makes you fist the bedsheets beneath your hands.

“C-Carm—“ you whimper.

“Shh—I know, baby.” His eyes shift from your core to one of your hands. Your grip is knuckle white around the sheets. “You can take it, princess. Wanna hold daddy’s hand?” He holds back a groan when he feels you pulse around him.

“Please–“ You reach out your hand towards him, and he wastes no time to interlock his fingers with yours.

“There we go. Just keep squeezing my hand, yeah? Already doing so well.”

Carmy kisses all over your face and neck as he thrusts all of the way into you. He still takes it slow, checking in every time he sinks further into you. He murmurs words of praise the entire time.

“Shit—pussy’s stretching around me so perfect. S’good baby. So fucking good.”

“I got you, sweetheart. I’m already half way—taking it so well for me.”

“So pretty. Fuck—so beautiful. You look like a fucking angel wrapped around me like this.”

You gasp, squeezing Carmy’s hand tight when he finally bottoms out. “So—so full Carm. Feels so full—“

“So proud of you, baby. Such a good girl for daddy.” Carmy smiles down at you and your watery eyes. His jaw drops open as he grinds into you carefully, still testing the waters. “Shit, baby,” Carmy groans. His eyes fall to your cunt, watching his cock go in and out slowly. You’ve already soaked him.

He can’t help himself, and lets his free hand drift to between your thighs. With his thumb, he spreads your folds to get a better look at how wide your stretched out for him. “Fucking hell—I’m gonna—shit—gonna buy one of those big mirrors. You’ve gotta see how well you take my cock for yourself. So beautiful for me. Swear this cunt is made for me.”

[stinmybubs]

“Rot My Brain” Fluff!

AN: I cannot stop thinking about Katsuki, he’s rotting my brain to the core. I’m gonna mix in some of my irl bfs actions with Katsuki’s personality cuz sometimes they clash. And omg I can write Kenma off my bf for sure. This will be my titles for all my brain rots!

Here’s a lazy Picrew banner divider thingy -

B. Katsuki x AFAB! Reader!

Katsuki can’t keep his hands off you. Every minute he has his hands somewhere on your body, for him it’s not only comforting but he loves to keep you close. Making sure every moment he has is next to you, not to mention he barley knows how to express his love in any other way.

This became a habit ever since you two became close friends, except it was more platonic touches than how of course. When you were friends he would put his hand on your back any time you were just standing next to him.

Katsuki doesn’t care for other eyeing where he touches you, because why would he care what a bunch of extras think? You’re his girl now, with your consent he can touch you wherever he wants!

“Katsuki~!” You giggled as he grabbed you from behind and just sat there for a minute, pressing his face into the nape of your neck. “My love!” You smile in the comfort of his arms. The two of you were currently in the dorm room hallways, he had caught you on the way back to your dorm from the showers.

“Hm?” He answered, just trying to soak in the fresh smell of your shampoo and body wash. “I need to put all my things away.” You place your empty hand on his arms, hanging on to your small basket of shower necessities. “Don’t wanna let you go..” he tightened his grip onto your waist.

“Love I need to put these away then go talk to the girls about something.” You try moving forward a bit only to be stopped in place by your bulky boyfriend. Damn, why’d he have to be this beefy? You thought to yourself trying to look at him by turning your head slightly, only seeing the top of his head.

Katsuki loved holding you. It felt like everything would melt away as soon as you were in his arms. He felt just lighter, calmer, and overall recharged after dealing with the idiots in Class 1-A.

“One min’…” he pressed his face deeper into your neck, taking a deep breath. This action tickled you, letting out a beautiful giggle as he took in your scent. “Katsu that tickles!” You laugh.

Oh how Katsuki loves your laugh. He can never get enough of you.

Katsuki was clingy, indeed. But he of course gives space you need or space he needs. But sometimes you two don’t even notice when he’s clinging onto you, or any sort of touch he has because it’s just so normal for the two of you.

Well everyone else knows and try not to say anything about it.

“You and Bakugou are so cute!!” Mina cheers, shaking you violently “oh how I wish I had a man like that…!” She was so giggly. Finally you were able to hang out with the girls after Bakugou let himself recharge and let you be.

“Thank you Mina.” You grab her arms to stop her from shaking you. The girls loves to gush about relationships, especially as one as lovey dovey as you and Katsuki’s relationship. They always tell you to spill, kiss and tell.

You only shared small details, not too many because you knew how Katsuki likes to keep your relationship stuff private. He really doesn’t want it to get to the guys. Even though they see how clingy he is and tease him about it all the time.

“Fuck off! Yer’ all just mad you can’t get a girl to touch ya!” Katsuki yelled, rolling his eyes at Sero and Denki’s teasing.

Katsuki, sadly his room was bombarded by some of the Class 1-A idiots. What did they want? To poke, tease, and stick their noses in each others business. All he wanted was you in his bed, letting him hold you.

“Cmon man! You don’t even hide it, at least some guys would keep the touching on the low!” Denki teased. Katsuki just glared at him, slumping against the edge of his bed.

“Guys he does have a point, how can you tease him for loving his girl when you guys don’t even have one?” Kirishima, always coming to defend Katsuki. At this point Katsuki was just tuning them all out, he just wished he stopped you from going to hang out with the girls so he could cuddle you.

Katsuki loves you, he wouldn’t stop you from pursuing anything. He wouldn’t stop you from having friends, or even going out with them. Sucks that he just wants to be with you all the time. Just being around you was comforting.

Katsuki was getting impatient, he wanted these guys gone and you in here pronto.

“Alright fuckers get out.” He stood up, starting to push out the protesting guys. And once those guys were out, he pulled out his phone to text you.

Katsu( ˘ ³˘)♥︎: cmover. Now.

The sudden buzz of your phone startled you, going to see who had texted you, a smile spreading across your face. You excuse yourself from the rest of the girls and they all happily wave you bye. Off you go to see your clingy loving boyfriend.

Katsuki loved touching you. No matter what nothing will change. His eyes will never leave you, and his hands will always cling to you. You’re a high that never ends. And he loves that you accept his touch, his love, and his temper. He loves you.

AN: I hope you like this! I was spit balling and just rotting my own brain with Katsu :3 let me know if you’d like a tag list or anything! Love you guysss.

[hongjoongtime117]

Sleepovers and Stars

Parings: Hongjoong/Reader

Genre: SMUT (MDNI 18+)

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up IRL PLEASSSSEEEE!), oral (M/F receiving), use of pet names, bulge kink, temperature play, talks of taking virginity, sorry I’m bad with warnings, as always, let me know if something needs tagged!

Author’s Notes: thank you @thejaistisjaisting for help with the texts!

Tag list: @arki-sha @cptnhngjng @klllerwaifu @youaremystar1024 @jintastic-yuyu @alliecoady98 @bigbabygremlin @ghostlovesworld @kihyuns-military-wife

It’s been two days since your night with the three boys. Your phone buzzes with an incoming call. You quickly swipe to answer it when you read the name that pops up. 

“Hey, Yeobo. Are you free tonight?” Hongjoong asks, knowing that you’re off tonight because he’s been in kahoots with Wooyoung all day.

“I’m always free for you,” you say, your tone playful.

He chuckles at your response and asks if you’ve eaten yet. You inform him that you’ve had your head buried in a work project and hadn’t even thought about food yet.

“Good, I’m picking you up in twenty. Can’t wait to see you.”

“Me either, I’ve missed you! Hey, have you seen Woo at all today?” You realized you hadn’t heard his loud, cackling laugh all day. It’s been a little too quiet around the apartment.

“Can’t say I have! Shouldn’t you know where he is? He is your roommate,” Hongjoong says, not an ounce of seriousness.

“It’s not like I’ve got him on a leash or something, Joong,” you say through your giggles. 

“I mean, it could be arranged. I’m sure he’d love that.”

“KIM HONGJOONG! Now I won’t be able to get that image out of my head, thank you!” you exclaim.

“Glad I could be of service! Now get ready. I’m leaving the studio now. See you soon, Yeobo.”

And with that, you rush to get ready. You throw on a matching red and lacy bra and panty set, a black skirt that hugs your hips just right, and a low cut red corset top. You put on light makeup and quickly style your hair. 

As you sit on the couch to lace up your Doc Marten’s, there’s a knock at the door. 

“Hey, Sannie. Can you grab that? It’s Joong,” you yell down the hallway. 

San steps out of his room in nothing but sweatpants, hanging low on his waist. “Jesus, put the tiddies away!” 

“Oh, shut up. You know you like the view. And so does Joong,” he says as he opens the door for him. Hongjoong heard the banter through the door and immediately looks him up and down and places his hands on his pecs. “See, told ya.”

“They’re not at nice as Y/N’s but doesn’t mean I still don’t want to touch them,” he shrugs as he drops his hands. He steps inside and shuts the door behind him. 

You stand up to go join him by the door. He pulls you into a tight hug, buries his face into your neck, and deeply inhales. “So pretty. You ready, baby?” he murmurs into your skin.

“Mmmhmm! Let’s go!” excitement in your voice.

“Take good care of our girl, Joongie!” San shouts as you two head out the door.

The two of you take the elevator down to the parking garage and Hongjoong opens the passenger door for you and you hop inside. He looks damn good in his black leather jacket, v neck t shirt and ripped jeans as he heads to the drivers side. The bad boy look on him has your wetness pooling in your panties already.

He slides into the driver’s side and starts the car. The engine purrs to life and he places an arm behind your headrest to peer behind him and check for other cars before he effortlessly backs out of the parking space.

“So what’s the plan for tonight, Jagi?” curiosity vibrating in your voice.

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” he says, giving a little half smirk.

The short ride is filled with Hongjoong showing you a song he’s currently working on. You feel flustered because Hongjoong doesn’t just share his work with anyone. He only shares it with people whose opinions he values. 

“This is amazing, Joong!” You see the blush begin to creep up on his cheeks at the positive feedback. 

“I-it’s still a work in progress,” he stammers, taken aback by your reception of his rough drafts.

“And yet, if you hadn’t told me, I never would have known. You’re crazy talented. Don’t ever think otherwise.” 

“Thank you, Yeobo, that really means a lot. Seriously!” he says shyly as he places a hand gently on your bare thigh, the touch spreading goosebumps over your skin.

The car pulls into the parking lot of an extremely tall building. “This is us,” he says with a smile as he pulls into a parking space. You look up and admire the fancy looking building.  

“Where are we?” you ask with wonder in your voice.

“My place!” Hongjoong turns off the ignition and hops out to head to your side and open your door, offering his hand. You take it as you step out. When you’re fully out of the car, he laces your fingers together as you walk to the doors of the building. 

He scans his key card to enter the building and leads you to a set of elevators. You both make your way into the elevator and he punches the “11” button, the top floor. He pulls out his phone to send a quick text to someone, and then pockets it again. “I tried to make this night really special for you, so I hope I did well,” he says, rubbing his neck nervously and breaking the comfortable silence.

“Spending time with you is special enough, Joong,” you say, placing a quick peck to his pouting lips. “I’ve never seen you this nervous before, it’s kind of adorable.” 

“Aishhh, stop it,” he giggles, poking your side. “I just wanted to show you that there’s another side to me other than the one that wants you permanently attached to my dick.” 

You cackle at his words. “Did you ever hear me complaining, Jagiya?” you say in your fit of laughter. Just then the elevator jolts to a halt, letting you know you’ve reached your designated floor. 

“No, but… I just want you to know that I want more than just that,” the pout in his tone is evident as he leads the way to his apartment. 

You chuckle and shake your head as you nudge him with your hip. “I never once thought any different.” 

You finally reach his apartment. Apartment 1117. Both of you toeing off your shoes, your nose is hit with an amazing smell, and you hear clattering coming from the kitchen. You raise an eyebrow as Hongjoong leads you to the table set for two. Warm candlelight, creating a romantic ambiance. The table is filled with a plethora of banchan, and a dish 

you would recognize anywhere, set at either end of the cozy table. Wooyoung’s spam gochujang jigae. 

Hongjoong pulls out the chair for you and prompts you to sit. As he takes his own spot at the other side of the table, Wooyoung comes sauntering out from the kitchen, two glasses of wine in hand. 

“So this is where you’ve been all day, you sneaky shit!” You point an accusatory finger at Wooyoung.

“Heh, caught me!”

He walks over to Hongjoong and sets down the glass of wine and leans in to place an unhurried kiss to his lips. “Thank you for everything today, Youngie,” Hongjoong says gratefully to Wooyoung. 

“Anything for you, Joongie. And Y/N, of course.” 

He then walks over to you and repeats his actions, kissing you just a little longer. “I would love to stay and play, Angel, but Joongie wants you all to himself tonight. But I’ll see you sooner than you know.” He tilts your chin up and winks at you before planting another quick kiss to your lips. 

“Thank you for this amazing looking dinner, Woo.”

“Yah, it’s nothing! Eat before it gets cold!” he scolds you and Hongjoong. “I’ll see you both soon.” And with that, he makes his way to the front door to take his leave. 

You and Hongjoong share a laugh as you begin digging into the spread that Wooyoung has prepared for you. Conversation flows easily between the two of you.

A ding comes from both of your phones. 

You shoot back a text, assuming the unsaved numbers are the others you’ve yet to meet. 

You eye Hongjoong across the table as he responds in the text thread, consisting of nine. Five of those numbers unknown to you.

“They want you to guess who is who in the group chat,” Hongjoong explains with a light chuckle.

“And how would I even begin to know that!” You shake your head with a smile on your face at the boy’s goofy antics.

“Well, it seems Mingi was kind enough to give you the first one free,” Hongjoong says, now shaking with laughter. You store in Mingi’s number, leaving you with four of the members to now figure out. 

Hongjoong gives you a devious smirk from across the table as he sends the text into the group chat.

Your cheeks flush at their texts and your brain starts putting pieces together. The only ones who have heard you besides the three you’ve already fucked were Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang. Mingi is already saved in your contacts now, so the two previous texts are definitely Yeosang and Yunho. Now to figure out which is which. Then you remember Mingi quickly hanging up, because he was dealing with a horny Yeosang.

The group chat winding down, and you and Hongjoong having finished your wonderful dinner together, he clears his throat. “I, uh… have another surprise for you.”

Eyebrows raised in suspicion, you rest your chin on your hand, waiting for him to further explain. “And what’s that, Jagiya?”

“Let me get this cleaned up, and I’ll show you.” You offer to help clean up the remnants of dinner but he objects. “You don’t lift a pretty little finger in my presence, understood?” he says as he places a light kiss to your temple. You give him a half smile and a nod. You aimlessly scroll through social media while you wait for Hongjoong to finish cleaning up.

When he finishes, he walks over to you, holding his hand out for you to take. He leads you to a sliding door you hadn’t noticed before. He slides it open and you both step out onto the spacious balcony. 

“While it’s beautiful here, I’ve got something even better.” He guides you to an easily overlooked set of iron stairs. He lets you lead the way (definitely not to stare at your ass). 

When you reach the top of the stairs, you realize you’re now on the rooftop of Hongjoong’s building. There’s a checkered blanket laid out, with a bottle of champagne on ice, and a variety of other treats for the two of you to share. He anxiously takes your hand and pulls you with him to settle onto the blanket. 

You look up at the millions of stars that are visible in the perfectly clear skies. “It’s so beautiful out here, Joongie,” and he can see the twinkle of the stars reflected in your eyes as he looks over to admire you. 

“Mmm, I didn’t even know this existed for quite some time after I moved here.”

“You had this amazing view and had no idea!?” you exclaim.

“No,” he shakes his head and looks to the stars. “It wasn’t until after Hwa and I had a disagreement and he disappeared. I couldn’t find him anywhere. I was heading out to the balcony to get some fresh air when I noticed the sliding door had already been cracked open. I looked everywhere out there and still no sign of him. That’s when I finally noticed the set of stairs, tucked back, almost out of sight. I rushed up the stairs, hoping it would lead me to where he was. I found him here, taking in the view, much like you are now. Except under a bit of a different circumstance.” You can see the way his eyes shimmer with unshed tears, recalling the events.

“What happened, Joongie?” you ask tentatively. He’s silent for a bit. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

He lets out a soft sigh and pops open the champagne, pouring each of you a glass. “No, I feel like it’s important for you to know. Seonghwa has given me every single part of himself freely. One thing in particular, without my knowledge. I was upset that he kept a very important piece of information from me. He took away my ability to choose if what happened was something I wanted.” 

You took one of his hands in yours while his other brought the glass to his lips to sip at the champagne. You rub your thumb in comforting circles against his inked knuckles. “You don’t have to continue, Joong.” 

“I just…” The unshed tears begin to fall. “I love him so much and I wish he had trusted me enough to tell me. To know that it would never change my feelings for him.” 

You turn more towards him and wipe the salty tears from his flushed face. “I can see your pain, Jagiya. What didn’t he tell you?” 

“I took his virginity, Y/N.”

You just stare at him for a moment, wide eyed, unsure of what to say. “I could absolutely understand why that would upset you. You love Seonghwa?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“I do. With my entire being. Just as much as I…” He stops from finishing his sentence. He’s not sure if you're ready for him to fully admit his true feelings for you. He’s not sure if he’s ready. He doesn’t want to scare you off. He doesn’t want a repeat of when he attempted to tell Seonghwa about his feelings. After their disagreement on the rooftop, Seonghwa refused to hear his words, ghosted him, and then returned as if nothing had happened. 

“Just as much as what, Jagiya?” 

He shakes his head and waves to dismiss the discussion. “Ah, nothing, nothing. Enough sad shit for tonight. I got you alone to spend quality time with you.” 

He puts his glass down, removes yours from your hand and sets them out of reach. He then pulls you onto his lap and peppers your neck with soft, intimate kisses. His hands travel under your skirt and kneads the soft flesh of your ass. He removes a single hand to pluck a grape from the tray of snacks, and settles it between his flashy, perfect set of teeth. He nudges his head upwards, signaling you take it with your own. Your take in between your own teeth, realizing it’s frozen. 

“You and I? We’re gonna pass this back and forth with our mouths, until it’s no longer frozen.” The eye contact he keeps with you makes you shiver. “The first one to realize it’s no longer frozen and eats it, earns a prize. You ready, baby?” You give him a small nod.

He takes his time coaxing the frozen grape from your mouth, ensuring to let his pierced tongue explore the inside of your warm, wet mouth. Once he finally has the grape in his own, you take twice as long with him, earning you a small moan. 

This continues between the two of you, unhurried, until Hongjoong finally notices the cold has dissipated from the grape and he takes it into his mouth once again and eats it. “Looks like I win, Yeobo,” a mischievous glint showing in his eyes. 

You rest your forehead against his, lips centimeters apart. “So what would you like to claim as your prize, Jagi?” you whisper as you grind down on his very noticeable bulge. 

“There’s something I’ve been dying for you to do to me. And I’m pretty sure you’ve been dying to do it as well. So I took the liberty of getting rid of the barriers that have prevented that from happening so far.” He slides you off of your comfortable position on his lap and kneels to hastily undo his pants. He kicks them off to the side, leaving him in only his boxers, and settles back down on the blanket, sitting back and resting on his forearms. “Go ahead, my pretty girl. Come get it,” he says with a quick nod to his clothed dick.

You pull down his boxers just enough to let his cock spring free and the first thing that draws your attention, besides his flushed, red, leaking tip, is the absence of metal. He removed all of his piercings, specifically to allow you to be able to deep throat him the way you’ve been wanting to. 

“Is this a prize for me, or for you?” the words a jumbled mess against the saliva pooling in your mouth at the sight of Hongjoong’s long, thick cock. 

“Maybe a bit of both,” he chuckles at your eagerness. 

You grip him in your hand and give him a few strokes to slick him up with the precum already oozing out. You place a ghost of a kiss on his tip and he shivers. A small whine escapes from Hongjoong’s lips. “S-stop teasing baby, please.”

You slowly crawl up his body to come face to face with him, push him onto his back all the way, and place a single finger on his pouty lips. “Shhh, let me take my time and savor this.” His breath hitches as he gives you a single nod.

At a painstakingly slow pace, you work your way down his inked body. Marking his neck, then his collar bones. You stop at his hardened nipples and latch your mouth onto one, using your tongue to play around with the barbell. This makes Hongjoong hiss in a breath and you give a satisfied smirk against his skin. You make sure each nipple is thoroughly abused from your mouth before you move on. You sloppily kiss your way down to the “CAPTAIN” tattoo. You remember how much he loved when San traced it with his tongue, so you do the same, except you draw it out much longer. You want Hongjoong needy underneath you. 

And needy he gets. His hand comes to rest gently in your hair and his breathing starts coming out in heavy pants. His head is tilted back and eyes closed, focusing on not cumming untouched. Waiting for your mouth to finally take his cock. His moans are high pitched and getting more and more frequent. As the final tease before giving him what he (and you) truly wants, you mark up his soft inner thighs, and you can feel them trembling under your teeth. You eventually make it to his angry, throbbing cock, and messily kick the bulging veins. Another desperate whimper leaves his lips.

While his attention isn’t currently focused directly on you, you quietly grab an ice cube from the bucket the champagne has sat in to chill. You pop it into your mouth before wrapping your lips around his perfect, pretty cock, jewelry or not. The contrast of temperature around his dick makes undecipherable noises fall from his lips, and quickly sit himself up on his forearms to get his bearings. He tries not to buck his hips up as he peers down at you through his long, fluffy eyelashes, and he looks so fucked out already. You can tell he’s been thinking about having you like this for ages. 

He watches you work him as his breaths shorten into quick bursts. You use your tongue to work the ice cube around his dick, and you can feel him twitch in your mouth. “Take it all, baby. I know you can. I’ve watched you take pretty Woo,” he purrs as he pets your hair. 

As the ice melts and creates a pool in your mouth you take a slow, steadying breath before you take his entire length in one go, his thick cock stretching your mouth in the most delicious way. A long, loud moan bubbles up from his chest. Your nose pressed against him, you run your tongue on the underside of his hot, pulsing cock. You noisily swallow around him and that is almost his undoing. 

“My pretty, pretty girl. You keep doing that, and my cum is going right down your throat,” he manages to get out in between his whimpers and moans. You take that as a challenge. You take one of his hands and rest it on your throat. At first, he thinks you want him to choke you, but then another realization hits him. He can feel himself down your throat.

His eyes widened in astonishment, he murmurs, “Fuuuuck, it’s like you were made just for me.” You make him feel you swallow down his cock, and he keeps his promise of cumming right down your throat with the most pornographic moan. You do your best to swallow it all, but some escapes the corners of your mouth. You pull off of him with a wet pop, and sit back on your heels, mouth open and tongue out to show him you took all of his seed. He swipes the bit that has made its way to the corners of your mouth and you greedily suck it off of his fingers. 

“You’re such a good fucking girl. I must have been a damn good person in my past life to deserve you,” he rambles as he comes down from his high. “Now it’s time to let me worship you.” He tips you back gently and hovers over you, riding himself completely of his boxers in the process, so he’s now fully bare over your still clothed body.

“Joongie, you don’t have to. I enjoyed doing that for you because I wanted to, not because I expected anything in return.”

“Yeobo, the only thing I love more than having my dick down your throat is my face buried in your delectable, wet pussy. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Now please lose some layers, you’re a bit overdressed for the occasion,” his cocky little smirk pulling at the edges of his mouth. 

He takes his time uncovering every inch of skin, the moment feeling very intimate. He drinks in your naked form before he does one of his favorite things to claim you, and darkens the fading marks across your skin. He litters hot, soft kisses across every bit of exposed flesh, savoring the feel of you on his lips. He plays your trick on you and snags an ice cube. Instead of placing it into his mouth, he alternates between rubbing it on your nipples and immediately blowing his warm breath onto them until they’re hardened into stiff peaks, and you’re gasping underneath him, until the ice has almost completely melted. 

He takes another piece of ice, this time taking the frozen cube into his mouth between his teeth and blazes a trail of mixing sensations, warm and cold, down your body, causing goosebumps to erupt in its path. He leisurely makes his way down to your thighs, kissing the ice against the softness of them. Once he’s had enough of teasing you and that cube has disappeared, his fun really begins. He dips his hand back into the ice bucket, retrieving two more. “I hope you’re prepared for what I have in store for you, pretty girl,” his voice husky. Your breath hitched at his words, never knowing what master plan Hongjoong will come up with.

He takes one ice cube and lightly grazes your swollen, dripping cunt before prodding at your entrance with it and without warning, uses two delicate fingers to nuzzle it deep inside you. You let out a sharp gasp, the cold sending a thrill through your body. “Fuuuck, Hongjoong!” you moan out as your back arches prettily for him.

He watches your fucked out expressions as he fingers the second piece inside next to the first. “I made sure to find the biggest pieces of ice, because my face is staying buried between your legs until they’re melted. And who knows? Maybe I’ll even forget they’re there.” 

“Jesus Christ, Joong. You can’t just say shit like that,” you whisper between pants. 

“Mmm? Why’s that?”

“I’m gonna fucking cum before you even get your mouth on me, that’s why,” your voice coming out whiny and desperate.

“Guess I better put my mouth to better use then, hmm?”

His metal clad tongue, cool from the ice, lands on your clit, and you scramble to find purchase in his soft locks. He suctions his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves, making sure to be extra loud about it, so you know how much he’s enjoying himself. You tug on his hair, earning you a moan from him that vibrates through your pussy, and tightening the already wound up knot in your stomach. He shoves his tongue in your gushing hole, no doubt to check on the ice, while also savoring the juices he’s coaxed out of you. 

“Not even close. Can you hold out for me, baby? If you cum before the ice melts, I’m still not stopping until it does.” Hongjoong looks so incredibly pussy drunk, looking up at you through hooded eyes, pupils dilated. 

“I-I’ll try, Joongie.”

“That’s my good girl,” he growls lowly as he returns to his feast.

Right as he resumes his pussy eating mission, his phone rings. 

My Star

He stops, and you let out a frustrated sigh.

“Goddammit, Hwa. Awful timing. Baby, will you answer? He’s just going to keep calling if his call goes unanswered.”

Hongjoong returns to lapping at your dripping folds as you swipe to answer Seonghwa’s call. The minute he realizes his call has been answered, without waiting for a hello, he’s whining into the phone, upset about a missing LEGO piece. 

“Joongie, I just had it and I can’t find it anywhere!” and you can hear the pout through the phone. 

“H-Hwa? J-Joong’s a little b-busy right now…” you barely manage to reply through ragged breaths. Seonghwa goes silent on the other end for a beat longer than necessary. 

“Oh is he?” curiosity with a hint of something else hidden in his voice. “And what exactly is keeping him busy, Y/N?” At that moment Hongjoong slithers his tongue inside your hole, and you moan loudly into Seonghwa’s ear. 

“Hmm, that answers my question. You’re what he’s busy with. Do me a favor, precious Bunny, and turn this into a FaceTime call for me?” If the phone had been on speaker, and Hongjoong had heard the request, and he wasn’t so pussy drunk to be able to comprehend anything other than devouring you, he absolutely would have protested. But the sweet taste of you overcame anything else in Hongjoong’s brain. 

You start the FaceTime call with Seonghwa and at first he isn’t within view of his own camera. He instructs you to place the phone to the side of your head, and angled so he can have a clear view of Hongjoong submerged between your thighs, and if you turn your head to the side, your face from the pleasure Hongjoong is giving you. 

Your focus returns to the man tongue fucking your pussy relentlessly, that is, until you’re reminded you have an audience as a voice lilts out from Hongjoong’s phone. 

“Oh, my sweet little Joongie. Are you enjoying Y/N’s delicious little pussy?”

Hongjoong’s eyes go wide as he detaches himself from you to look in the direction of the voice, his face dripping with your juices. His eyes land on Seonghwa’s staring at him through the screen with admiration and a gleam of something else he can’t quite decipher. Hongjoong’s brain can’t even form words, instead giving Seonghwa a nod. It’s at that moment you decided to turn your attention to Hongjoong’s phone screen with a huff, again being denied your orgasm. Only to be looking at one of the most gorgeous men you’ve ever seen. Long, silky raven hair falling to his shoulders and strands framing his beautiful face perfectly. His long tongue darts out to lick his full lips. 

“Thank you, Hwa, for ruining my orgasm a second time,” you say, a bit harsher than you meant for it to come out. 

“Oh, don’t worry, Bunny. Our Joongie is going to make it up to you, aren’t you, love?” 

Hongjoong’s brain still swimming, again all he can manage is a nod. 

“Good boy,” Seonghwa praises. “Go on, give Y/N what she wants, baby.” 

Hongjoong needs no further instruction to return to your glistening folds and double his efforts in making you cum on his face. Except this time, his eyes are trained on Seonghwa as he eats you like his final meal.

“That’s a good Joongie, making sure our Y/N is taken care of. You listen so well,” Seonghwa purrs. 

You tilt your head back as the coil winds tighter yet again. “S-so close, Joongie,” moans and whimpers falling from your lips.

“Look at me, Bunny. I want to see you as you come undone on our Joongie’s tongue.”  

You focus on the screen, on Seonghwa’s gorgeous face, before a well intentioned nibble on your clit makes your eyes roll back and your mouth parts in a silent scream, as you squirt and soak Hongjoong and the blanket beneath you. 

“Oh, you listen well, too. I’m gonna have fun with you, little Bunny,” a dark expression taking over Seonghwa’s face. 

Hongjoong continues to lap up the proof of his efforts until you push him away from the overstimulation. As you both catch you breath, Hongjoong’s fuzzy brain finally comes back online.

“I lied. The ice melted a long time ago,” a goofy grin playing on his face. 

“Enjoy yourself, my love?” Seonghwa asks Hongjoong, now that he can get an actual answer from the younger. 

“Mmm. You’ll enjoy her too, Hwa,” he responds as he lays his head on your still quickly rising and falling stomach. 

“Oh, I don’t doubt that for a second. Thank you both for indulging me. You both look so pretty all fucked out. See you both soon.” He shoots the pair of you a wink before ending the call. 

“Come on, I'll clean this up later, let’s go relax in the bath.” You both dress in bare necessities to make your way back inside.

While heading up the stairs, you receive a text message. Not from the group. But from just Hwa.

Once inside, he leads you to the bedroom and gently orders you to relax while he draws a bath. Once the tub is almost filled, he heads back to the room and slings you over his shoulder and carries you effortlessly into the bathroom. You giggle the whole way, enjoying this less serious, more intimate side of Hongjoong. 

He lowers himself into the water, offering you a hand to climb in with him. “Come on in, the water’s fine,” he laughs. You hop in and he pulls you close to him, and he revels in the closeness you two share. He’s uncharacteristically silent, so you try and prod him a little to find out why.

“Jagi, something on your mind? You’re quiet, and it’s kinda weirding me out a bit,” you joke.

“Mmm, yeah. I just… Hwa was very… different tonight. The praise. It’s not like him. At least not with me. It really threw me off.”

“What do you mean? What is he usually like?” you question.

“I can’t tell you that,” he chuckles. “I can’t reveal his secrets! Just know that the dynamic between me and Hwa is different than he is with the other boys. So he caught me completely off guard. Not that I didn’t like it. It was just… strange.” 

“Aww, you liked being called a good boy while drowning, did you?” you tease as you play with his hands comfortably resting in your own. 

“Mhmm, I did.” He lazily kisses your neck, your shoulders, your cheeks. He begins dozing off a bit and you nudge him.

“Let’s go lay down, Jagiya. You’ve had an eventful night.” 

You both dry off and throw on something comfy and slide under the welcoming sheets. Before your eyes become too heavy, a series of texts come through, lighting up the otherwise dark room. 

“Joong, explain yourself!” 

Half asleep, he murmurs out a ‘what’.

“The hell did Woo just sent a message to the group chat saying ‘See you bitches tomorrow’?” 

“See, what had happened was… I may have made some plans for you to meet all of the boys tomorrow. So rest up, you’ve got a big day ahead of you tomorrow.” He pecks your cheek before sleep takes him. 

[readychilledwine]

Rhys w a small reader with a big mouth?

Little Girl, Big Mouth

Rhys with a mouthy reader headcanons

Warnings - implied smut, reader could be seen as trashy but Rhys loves it

A/n - This anon actually came from an IRL friend. She texted me about it, and I had her clarify if she meant a gossip or big mouth as in a girl who is prone to talking shit and fighting. It was talking shit and fighting, so thanks, Sammie 💕💕

Ps- I will figure out what your username is 👀 but you're very sweet for doing this the way the rest of my followers do instead of just texting me first😭

You aren't a doormat. He refuses to let you be seen as one. Even if that means you get into a verbal argument here and there.

Those verbal arguments have gotten physical.

My baby daddy always tells me not to write a check he can't cash (if you don't know what that means, it means don't start a fight that he can't finsh.) You don't have that problem with Rhysand.

If you stand, mouth firing off insults as someone else is, he will stand too. Ride or die, he won't let you fight without him.

And that is if the man isn’t already behind you, warning the male standing over you without even having to speak that if he lays a hand on you or speaks out of line, he will be finding out why Rhysand is proud to be half illyrian.

You do know time and place, but if someone insults your male, your family, or your court first, all bets are off.

Your mouth is equal opportunity. High fae, lower, male, female, high lord? You don't care. All bets are off the table with you. No one is safe.

Beron? Constantly roasting him. Asking him if beating his wife helps him feel like a real male. Keir? Verbally torn apart. How pathetic he must be to think he has some pull when he lost out on being high lord.

Hell, illyrian males aren't even safe from you. Not when three immediately are behind you the second they feel your mood change.

And it isn't that you can't fight. You are well trained and can more than hold your own. He just prefers you let him.

He's only held you back once. It was from Amren, and he hardly caught you in time before you jumped on her.

Cassian was disappointed. He wanted to watch two tiny females wrestle it out. He said it would be better if pretty lacy outfits were involved, but he was ready to settle for you in your dress and Amren in her two piece outfit.

Rhys did not stop you, nor Amren, from tackling Cassian for that comment.

He will throw you over his shoulder, ignoring you as you scream for him to put you down while still running your mouth as you're carried out of the room. But only if family is involved.

Mother knows they are no exception. You all get on each other's nerves from time to time. Besides Azriel. You could never fight Azriel.

Rhys loves it. He loves how spicy you are. He loves how much fight and sass you have. He loves how it's always to people who are mean.

He does love fighting for you as well. Sometimes, he asks you to pick fights when it's someone he has been itching to get his hands on.

He rewards you throughly when you oblige him.

"Where's that big mouth now, darling?" While your back is arched off the bed, and your mind is just a haze. "Thought you had so much to say earlier."

He loves making his girl with so much to say and so many opinions go dumb for him.

He loves it when all you can think to say is his name and barely thrown together words.

He loves putting your mouth to other uses if you start in on him, too.

He'd keep you tucked under his desk for hours, putting your mouth towards something actually useful if you two fight.

And that's rare. Your opinions are normally shared and mutual. It's why you two work. Otherwise, you would be constantly at each other's throats with how vocally dominant you both like to be.

Overall, he'd change nothing about how sassy you can be. He loves you as is. Even if it means you bandaging his hands after a trip to Illyria.

[genderqueerdykes]

Okay, so I've been a lesbian for a while and don't know some of the terminology, and I'm kinda confused on how men can be lesbians (specifically cis men). Mostly cause I've never heard anyone talk about it before, adding a long I also have a question. So could I still identify as a lesbian if I find myself attracted to men or masc presenting people? I've seen people say you can't so yea! (Sorry if this doesn't make sense or if I came off as rude)

hello there!

the argument that lesbians can't be men is transphobic, intersexist, gender essentialist, exorsexist and a lot of other very exhausting and historically inaccurate ways. it has nothing to do with real lesbianism but rather rad fems and political lesbians online trying to turn the lesbian community into a "girls only" club where they can shit on men and be transphobic and toxic

people love to jump to the assumption that i'm taking about cis men first and foremost, which i'm not- although i genuinely don't care if a cis man identifies as a lesbian i'm not a cop and you shouldn't be, either. we all need to collectively kill the cops in our minds. no, this will not create an influx of "cishet men invading lesbian spaces." cishet men can literally already choose to identify as lesbians if they want to and they literally do not. most cishet men are lesbophobic and disgusted by irl lesbians and only find lesbianism attractive in porn. if cishet men wanted to lesbians, they already would be. also again, i'm not a cop, so it's not my business if a cis man does identify for any reason as a lesbian. if that concept makes one uncomfortable, they can choose to ignore that person.

this is not the conversation we're having, so it's best to realize that there's a far deeper issue here.

the people who tell you lesbians can't be men are specifically targeting butch lesbians, transmascs, ftm, trans men, trans male, bigender, multigender, genderfluid, genderqueer, and genderfuck lesbians. lesboys, boydykes, lesbians who are non binary, lesbians who don't have a gender, lesbians who are men only, lesbians who are two spirit, butches who are men. these are all people who have been in the lesbian community all along, and this is who is being targeted. anyone who tells you a lesbian cannot be a man is either a rad fem or someone who has been indoctrinated by one, or someone who is very confused and ill informed at best

butchphobia is heavily linked to this behavior. many butch lesbians are women and women only and that's a legitimate expression of butchhood, but MANY and i mean many butches throughout history have been transmascs and trans men, or have been men in other capacities, such as trans women who are also men, and other multigender people.

bigender people exist in every identity. id on't know why people conveniently love to just forget about this when it comes to the argument of lesbian men. it's not just you, i get this sentiment all the time. we need to realize that multigender people exist. we need to collectively accept that genderfluid and genderqueer and genderfuck people exist and they can be lesbians, too. many butch lesbians are literally men and it's not right to kick them out of the community. please remember that the "lesbians can only be women and only if they're cis and not Too Butch" mindset directly stems from lesbian separatism and political lesbianism. i'd suggest researching those topics, they were at their peak in the 1980s and 90's in the United States and caused a lot of damage that we're still seeing the ripples from

lesbians shouldn't have to get some kind of extra or approval to be men. i really just don't get this mindset. you have to ask yourself why this even matters to begin with. it doesn't. it's not harming anyone else for a lesbian to be a man. if you're not attracted to them you don't have to be. if you are attracted to them, it doesn't invalidate your lesbianism. bigender, multigender, non binary, genderfluid, genderfuck, gnc, intersex, trans, and other gender variant people shouldn't be banned from the lesbian community for no reason.

also i keep begging people to do so but please research the life and identity of Leslie Feinberg. zie was a polygender butch lesbian who did identify as a man. i repeat this phrase a lot but if you don't know who zie is, your knowledge of lesbian history of very limited. lesie was a very prolific activist for lesbian and trans rights, as well as many other important issues. leslie wasn't some random tumblruser or what have you, there are people who have existed well outside of the bounds of this website who have identified as lesbian men. this phenomenon is not new, it's not relegated to the internet, and it's not something that people should have never heard of before.

i suggest researching lesbian history outside of tumblr. i'm one of the few who isn't, but most of the popular bloggers in the lesbian community on here is proudly transphobic as fuck. when they say "I'M A LESBIAN, MEN DNI!!!!!!" they are PROUDLY showing their transphobia. a lesbian who is bigender, multigender, non binary, transmasc, genderfluid, and so on is trans. this is transphobia. this is lesbophobia. lesbians can be men whether or not it makes an individual comfortable. there are also trans women who are... also men. we can't keep allowing this to be a "threat". we are killing our own when we do this

i'm glad you took the time to ask. i get heated on this issue, so this is a rather passionate response because i'm just outright sick of people acting like the idea of a lesbian identifying a man is somehow unheard of. lesbians are well known for being some of the most genderfucked people in the queer community. we struggle with gender our entire lives due to the expectations and stressors placed on our shoulders, as well as who we are on the inside. it will never unheard of for lesbians to be genderqueer.

i hope this helps somewhat. if you have any more questions feel free to ask. i will continue talking about this until people understand that lesbian men are not a threat to anyone. manhood belongs in lesbianism whether or not that makes you or anyone else uncomfortable. it's an experience that will continue to happen no matter what people have to say in conjecture and theory- lesbian men will continue to show up to lesbian and other pride meetings. we will continue to talk and write about our experiences. and the world will keep turning as a result. the sun will rise again. and no one was hurt simply by the existence of some lesbians being men.

[writerblue275]

PLEAAAASE! I read both heartsteel becoming dad's and my heart AUGHHHH please continue the series!!! Maybe girl-dad Yone?! Who knows. Might be a lot though considering Yone's brother's with Yasuo who's in his own music group. (True damage needs a comeback fr.) BUT AAAAAA

(Guess who’s back. Back again!) I had such a lovely time writing Sett’s and Kayn’s Headcanons for this series, I’m absolutely thrilled to continue it! I’m so glad you enjoyed them both, Anon! Also HEAVY agree on True Damage needing a comeback!!! 💙 (Ok now that I got the calm response out of the way hehehe). AHHHHHH You definitely don’t have to ask me twice!!! Again, I don’t even want kids IRL, but holy hell I’d have this man’s children SO FAST if I was his partner. He gives me dad(dy) energy and I think he’d be a phenomenal father.

Heartsteel!Yone becoming a dad (/with a pregnant!reader)

Previous Members: Sett, Kayn

Inspiration: Requested but again have we seen Yone???? Pure husband/dad material right there. When I started the series he was one of the ones who inspired me to do it (along with Sett).

Genre: Headcanons

Type: FLUFF

Gender: Technically gender neutral but there is of course discussion of a pregnant reader and carrying a pregnancy.

Tw: Discussion of pregnancies and any difficulties associated with pregnancies. Slight mention of fertility issues at the beginning. Swearing.

There’s always a risk of unexpected pregnancy if you are sexually active and the circumstances are there for pregnancy, but out of all members, Yone is definitely the one who is the most careful. Now that doesn’t mean you and him wouldn’t enjoy yourselves before getting to the point of starting a family, please don’t misunderstand. Yone is not a selfish man. 😏

But otherwise he’s extremely careful and so are you. Having a child is such an extreme life change and he’s of the mindset that being as “prepared” as possible (emotionally, financially, physically) isn’t a bad thing.

Once he’s sure that you and him are in a solid place to start a family, he’d talk to you about it. Now of course before this moment he’d know whether or not you even want to have kids. So this conversation is just more of a “I think we’re finally in a really good spot to start a family. What do you think?” sort of thing.

And once the two of you do start trying, Yone’d be the biggest supporter if things are a little rough and it’s taking longer than you hope to get pregnant. He’d never let you blame yourself or your body, just as you don’t let him blame himself or his body. Things happen and pregnant or not, he loves you so damn much.

Regardless of how long it took to get pregnant, once you are pregnant, he’d be absolutely thrilled.

You can get so creative in how you tell him your pregnant, too. And you know who’d love to help you tell him in a way he relates to? Aphelios. Phel would gladly help you make a little song for Yone to surprise him.

Yone just seems like he’d be such a phenomenal partner to you while you’re pregnant. Something about him just seems so grounded and secure, and he absolutely wants to be a rock for you to lean on. It’s probably the age/maturity (A/N: Yes I know he’s only in his early-mid thirties. He’s not much older than I am. But still. People can change significantly as they go through their twenties into their thirties. I’m a significantly different person at 27 than I was in/directly after college.)

Yone already was your rock before pregnancy but he is even more so now. He realizes while things are changing for him, it’s almost 10x crazier for you since you’re carrying the baby.

Because of that, he’s remarkably calm during your hormone swings, etc. He just calmly figures out what might help and does it (with your consent ofc).

It did take him a little bit to get used to your cravings. He’d heard pregnancy cravings could be weird, but flaming hot Cheetos dipped in vanilla ice cream??? Yeah that threw him for a bit of a loop. (He still got you the Cheetos and ice cream though because he loves you.)

When the two of you tell the rest of Heartsteel, they’re not super shocked. They’re so happy for both of you, but yeah they saw the writing on the walls. They could tell Yone was ready to settle down with you very early on in your relationship.

Now of course Yone spends a lot of time in his studio. He has to, as a producer. But during your pregnancy, he creates a great home studio so he can work from home more often and be closer to you. He really makes the effort to be available to you as much as possible. He’ll take you to all appointments, help you with any physical side-effects of pregnancy, and just be there to help you process the wild emotions you’re feeling (those damn hormones). Whatever you need, he wants to help.

You know who else is surprisingly helpful? Yasuo! The True Damage DJ/Producer is so excited to become an uncle?? Like holy shit. (Lmao Yone lowkey threatens Yasuo not to spoil any of your kids too much….[Let’s be so for real though, Yasuo definitely still would.] TD Yasuo would be such a cool uncle.)

And Yasuo serves as a valued confidant for Yone whenever he needs to vent out his nervousness at becoming a dad. (Of course he’s nervous. Becoming a parent for the first time must be a nerve-wracking experience, even if you’ve “planned” for it.)

But anytime Yone can’t be with you for something (which is exceedingly rare, he really tries to free up as much time for you as possible) Yasuo is happy to step in and serve in the chauffeur or “door-dash” driver role for you!

But again, Yone will move hell and high water to be there for your appointments. Which is great because any exciting news he can get in real time. Including….:

Yone holds your hand and squeezes it soothingly as the sonographer moves the wand over your ever-so-slightly swollen belly.

“Is it cold, my love? The gel?” He asks softly, chuckling as you scrunch your nose and make a little face up at him.

“Yes it is! But hey, it’s the first time we can really see the baby since the dating ultrasound, so it’s worth it,” you respond.

“There they are!” The sonographer says, intently watching the screen.

Both your head and Yone’s head whip towards the screen, the joy between the two of you palpable as you see the dark area filled with what looks like a large-looking head. It’s hard to tell exactly what you’re looking at though.

“So that’s them? That’s our baby?” Yone asks, his voice containing a note of excitement which is very unlike his usual calm demeanor.

The tech looks at both of you and smiles. “Babies, actually.”

Your grip on Yone’s hand gets instantly tighter and you gasp as you register what she said. “W-wait did you just say babies??? With an s?? As in multiple??” Your question is a little breathless as you look up at Yone, whose eyes are wide and jaw is dropped in shock.

The sonographer chuckles softly and nods. “Two, actually. Twins. We must have missed the second one in the initial ultrasound since they were so small. Look here, you can see the differentiation of the placentas. And here are the two heads!” She shows you and Yone what she’s referring to on the large monitor as she speaks.

You look up at Yone who still looks a little dazed and has been quietly staring at the monitor. You’re almost a little nervous he’s gone into shock. “Yone, are you alright?” You ask gently as you briefly cup his cheek and turn his chin so he’s looking at you.

That small action seems to snap him out of whatever daze he was in and he quickly gathers you into a tight hug. “Holy shit we’re having twins, my love! Oh my god.”

You nod and whisper, “It seems we are. H-how do you feel? I’m both excited and a little terrified..” your voice fades off in a chuckle.

Yone kisses your forehead before pecking your lips. “(Y/N), I’m thrilled. Shocked, for sure, but I’m absolutely over the moon,” he murmurs reassuringly, already helping to soothe the spike of emotions you’re having at the news.

Absolute pandemonium ensues when you tell the the rest of Heartsteel that you and Yone are having twins. (With particular excitement from Aphelios and Alune.)

As for gender preferences? He doesn’t really care. He just wants healthy babies and as easy of a pregnancy/delivery as possible for you.

And you know what, maybe that no gender preference is a good thing because….

(*drumroll pleeeeeease*) You’re having a boy and a girl! (Again the news inspires particular excitement for Phel and Alune [who secretly have a bet on which baby will be older]).

Something cute Yone does is create music for the babies. While you’re sitting in his home studio and relaxing with your bump, he’s just playing/mixing some gentle instrumentals, writing one-of-a-kind lullabies for the babies. He really expresses the bulk of his feelings about becoming a dad through his music. And he makes sure to save anything he writes so they can be played later once the babies are actually here.

The Lamaze king. There’s no one better to help you remember and practice your Lamaze technicques. Again he just has such an unwavering/grounding presence.

And that calm and steady presence only cracks once during your pregnancy….when the babies decide to make their entrance into the world a little early (as multiples tend to do).

You waddle your way to his home studio door, knocking softly, but urgently.

“Come in!” You hear Yone’s voice call back.

Instead you just open the door, staying off of the carpeted floor of his studio and standing in the doorway. “Honey? Sorry to disturb you but it’s a little important.”

Yone turns and immediately catches onto the alarm in your expression, his eyes widening. “What happened? Are you alright?” He immediately rushes over to you.

You look up at him. “Y-Yone, my water just broke…”

You watch as he actually goes a little pale as his brain registers what you just said. “W-what?? N-now?! But you’re only 34 weeks along!”

You grip his arm. “I-I don’t think babies really care about sticking to a schedule, Yone. They come into the world when they decide to come into the world.”

You can see Yone’s brain immediately go into overdrive, so you gently grip his hand. “Yone…it’ll be ok, but let’s just get to the hospital, yeah? We have the car packed, right?

He snaps out of his daze and takes a deep breath, his features settling back into his usual calm expression, realizing panic will not help in this situation. “We do.” He smiles gently at you as he leads you to the car. “On our way, can you time how long it is between contractions, love? I’m sure they’ll want to know once we get to the hospital.”

Just an absolute fucking god send of a birthing partner. He works you through your anxiety (even though he’s experiencing some of his own) and is just so reassuring to you while you progress through labor.

Seeing you in pain is something he hates more than anything. So he’s ready to do whatever you need him to do in order to lessen your pain. He makes sure you go through all the various Lamaze techniques you learned, distracts you with some music, and murmurs reassurances in your ear as you squeeze the fuck out of his hand.

And the second you decide you want an epidural, he makes sure that’s properly communicated to the medical team, grateful you’ll be in much less pain.

Yone is checking in with you throughout the entire process, making sure you’re alright. Because while he’s excited about welcoming the babies, your well-being is even more important to him.

And once the babies actually arrive, and you’re doing alright, well just one look over at him and you can tell he’s already so in love with being a dad and that he loves your kids so much, even after just meeting them.

Similar to Phel and Alune, the boy twin is the older one, though only by about 10 minutes. (You catch a chagrined Alune slap a 50 note into a grinning Phel’s outstretched hand after you reveal which twin is older.)

And when he gets the chance to hold the babies, you can immediately tell how fiercely protective he’s going to be (but not in a way that makes your kids sheltered if that makes sense).

(A/N: YONE HOLDING A NEWBORN/TWO NEWBORNS ENDMXIDNFHSMX WHAT A THOUGHT.)

He’s just got such a dad vibe already and he’d be such a good father and co-parent with you.

Other extra tidbits: (post-birth)

His sleep schedule is already so fucked up that honestly, having newborn twins doesn’t impact him that much (he’s already used to running on very little sleep and an insane amount of cold brew). It really helps you because he’s able to go check on the babies super easily, meaning you don’t have to wake up as often.

(This is for when the twins are a little older. Like 3-4.) One of your favorite photos on your phone is from when you walked into your daughter’s room to grab something and found your 6’ 2” husband squeezed onto a tiny chair at a tiny table (like his knees are against his chest), wearing a green feather boa, a sparkly pink tiara, and - wait…is that sparkly eye shadow, blush, and pink lipstick he has on??? - having a very exclusive tea party with your daughter and her favorite stuffies. You managed to keep a straight face as you apologized for intruding, but you quickly grabbed what you needed after taking the photo and rushed back to your room, going into your closet and laughing. (And laughing even harder when Yone later came into your room and asked for your help getting the makeup off. He got you back for laughing though by covering your face in messy pink kiss prints before you could take the lipstick off him.)

Another favorite photo of yours is Yone with your 1.5-year old son sitting on his lap as he works in his home studio. He even gave your son his own pair of headphones to listen through, though of course he majorly limited the volume output to protect his little ears. As he worked he kept asking your son for his opinion, interpreting his little babbles and coos as musical advice. (The photo is of a moment where Yone asked your son what he thought about a verse.)

Ex: “You’re right, bud! There is a bit too much bass here! Good ear.”

And multiple times you’ve walked into his home studio after running errands to see Yone in one chair, Yasuo and/or Aphelios in another, 2/3 of them holding one of the twins on their laps as they seriously discuss music production. And you can’t help but smile at the lovely feeling of family your kids have surrounding them.

Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed!! I apologize for the delay in posting. May was really nuts and for me and June is shaping up the same way. But things will hopefully start to calm down soon and it feels good to finally have the urge to write again!! I definitely have some other things in the works so keep your eyes out for that! 💙

[agaypanic]

Benny weir x reader. Can you do one where Benny gets an online gf but have never met irl but she knows everything about the gang and him included the supernatural parts. Anyways Benny is like ALWAYS bragging about her but the gang fully just don't believe she's real. So reader flies out and decides to move to where Benny lives to surprise him. She tries really hard to wait to surprise him when he gets home from school but she just caught a glimpse of him while he was messing around outside the school and just couldn't resist running up and kissing him! Benny is? Shocked. The gang is? Shocked. Reader is? Love sick. Once Benny realized who it was he started to get so excited and not believing she was actually here all while Ethan is just like, who tf is this hot girl that's trying to get in Benny's pants rn?. And Benny has to literally make reader say she's his gf to make them believe him finally-🐇

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Summary: Benny’s friends don’t believe him when he tells them he has a girlfriend.

A/N: I’m having the reader move because of her parents’ work instead of just for Benny bc idk it feels a lil weird for a teenager to move for their s/o and not even telling their s/o that they’re moving

***

School had just ended for the summer, and you were racing home. Your boyfriend had made a habit of facetiming you when you were out of school, but you were hiding something from him that you really wanted to keep a secret.

After greeting your parents, you went to your room. It was filled with boxes, bubble wrap, and suitcases. Your boyfriend couldn’t see this. It would ruin the surprise.

Suddenly, your phone started ringing. You pushed everything off your bed and ensured there was nothing out of the norm around you. Deciding that everything would look fine, you answered the phone. “Hey, Y/n!” His regular grin widened when you popped up on his screen.

“Hey, Benny!” You and Benny met last summer when he was taking a road trip and went through your town. You were waitressing at the diner he and his grandma stopped at. Usually, you’d roll your eyes whenever some rando tried flirting with you, especially when you were working. But there was just something different about Benny.

It might have been the fact that he was a warlock, but he insisted that it was his amazing charisma.

“So, how was your last day of school?” He didn’t see anything out of the ordinary with your surroundings, or if he did, he didn’t say anything.

The two of you talked for about an hour before you got a text from your mom. It said something about her needing your help loading boxes into the moving van that your family had rented. You sighed.

“I gotta go; my mom needs help with something.”

“Okay, Baby. I’ll talk to you tonight?”

“Of course, Bens.” After saying your goodbyes, you hung up and ran downstairs to help your mom.

“How was your talk with Benny?” Your mom asked as you carried a heavy box out of the house.

“He didn’t suspect a thing.” You didn’t like keeping secrets from someone you cared about, especially one this big. But you knew it would be totally worth it.

“What are you gonna do when we’re on the road?”

“I told him that people were fixing the power lines on our block starting tomorrow, so we can only text or call until the power and wifi are back on. But no facetime.”

“Smart. How are you gonna surprise him?”

You hauled the box into the van, dusting your hands off.

“Still figuring that out.”

***

After lengthy drives and your parents constantly switching between driving the car or the moving van, you had finally made it to Whitechapel, Ontario. Your dad was offered a promotion in one of the corporate offices of his company, which just so happened to be in the same town that your long-distance boyfriend lived in. To say you were ecstatic to hear the news was an understatement. You remember grabbing your phone as fast as you could, about to call Benny, when you paused. Something this big shouldn’t be told over the phone.

So you decided to just tell him when you saw him. Now, you were just debating on how to do it.

After unpacking a good amount of your stuff into the new house, you told your parents that you were going to explore Whitechapel. It would give you both time to think about how you’d surprise Benny and time to get used to your new surroundings.

Whitechapel was very beautiful when you didn’t think about the freaky supernatural stuff that your boyfriend and his friends encountered almost daily. Even if you didn’t have Benny, you think that you’d still be delighted about this move.

After walking through the park and getting lunch at some little restaurant, you decided to go by the school you would be attending after the summer. It was a decent walking distance from your new house, thank goodness. As you approached the courtyard in front of the main entrance, you heard lots of laughing and talking. There was a group of kids about your age messing around. As you caught the face of the tallest boy, you started to panic.

You must have forgotten that school was going for another week in Whitechapel. Because instead of hanging out at the park or someone’s house, it looked like Benny and his friends were just now leaving school.

If it was just Benny, you’d be all over him by now. But he was with his friends. And his friends were convinced that you didn’t exist. Sure, this could have easily been disproven by a phone or facetime call. But something always prevented you and Benny’s friends from interacting for some reason. One or the other being busy or faulty internet were the main things. But Benny had also shown them pictures of you, and they didn’t believe him.

You had to do something. You were just standing there like a weirdo while your boyfriend and his friends were messing around across the street. You needed to make a decision, either run to Benny or run away from him and figure out how to tell him later.

“Benny!” You yelled as you crossed the empty street. A look of recognition crossed his face before becoming confused. He heard your voice, but there was no way you could be in Whitechapel. “Benny!” He turned to the sound of your voice.

“Y/n?!” He shouted back with an incredulous tone. He started to run towards you, and the two of you met on the sidewalk. He kissed you the second you were in his arms. Months of being apart amplified the passion; you two didn’t even care that his friends were gawking at you.

“Why is Benny making out with her?” Ethan asked. “Who even is she?”

“Maybe he paid her a million dollars,” Erica replied, looking at the scene in front of her with slight disgust.

“Wait, you can do that?” Rory asked.

“What are you doing here?” Benny asked you, refusing to let go of you. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d be here?”

“Surprise.” You smiled. Seeing him on your phone was nothing compared to seeing him standing before you. He looked so pretty, especially when he was smiling at you with a smile that he only gave you. A lovesick smile, as if you were the person for Benny. “You have no idea how much I wanted to tell you, but I wanted to surprise you.”

“Mission accomplished; this is crazy.” He kissed you again. “How long are you gonna be here?”

“Oh, you’ll be seeing a lot of me, Bens. Let’s just say you should change my address on your phone.”

“No way.” He muttered. “Are you serious?”

“Surprise again.” He kissed you to the point where you almost lost your breath, but you didn’t care in the slightest.

“This is probably the best day ever, holy crap.”

“Uh, Benny?” One of his friends called out, making the two of you remember that they were even there. “Wanna tell us what’s going on?” Benny turned around, you still in his hold. He brought you to his friends.

“Guys, this is Y/n. My girlfriend of almost a year that I keep telling you about.” His friends kept looking from you to him. “Y/n, this is-”

“Oh, don’t tell me. I got this.” You pointed to each person before naming them. “Erica, Sarah, and Rory, the vampires. Ethan, seer. And Benny, greatest warlock I know.” Your boyfriend blushed at the compliment and even more when you kissed his cheek.

“Right as always,” Benny said.

“Benny, you told her about us?” Sarah asked, somewhat panicked.

“Of course I did. That’s what you do with someone you’re dating; you tell them stuff.”

“Benny, I know that you’ve been pretty insistent on the fact that you have a girlfriend.” Ethan sighed. “But going as far as to hire someone and tell them very personal stuff about us? That’s crazy.”

“E, I didn’t hire her. She’s my girlfriend.” Benny groaned, frustrated that this debate was still going, even though his girlfriend was standing right in front of his friends. “Y/n, tell them.”

“I’m genuinely Benny’s girlfriend.” You said. “I wasn’t hired to do this; I’ve been dating him for almost a year. We met last year when he and his grandma were on a road trip.”

“I still kinda don’t believe this,” Sarah muttered. You shrugged.

“Well, it’s your guys’ loss if you don’t believe us, I guess.”

It took showing photos, messages, and even questioning Benny’s grandma. But at the end of the day, Benny’s friends finally believed the two of you. They apologized to you for not believing you were real and to Benny for not believing he really had a girlfriend all this time. 

“So, besides thinking you didn’t exist, what did you think of them?” Benny asked you as he walked you home.

“They were pretty cool. I’m kinda scared of Erica, though. She has a very intense energy to her.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll warm up to you. It just takes time.”

“How long did it take for her to warm up to you?” He sighed.

“Still working on it.”

[mal3vol3nt]

I don't mean to bombard you with asks or anything like that, but are there any noncanon ships you really like? Or even ones you really hate, aside from Zvtara?

when it comes to non-canon ships there are very very few i actually fuck with or can even see the vision behind. i guess to put it simply, if i can’t see it happening in canon then i can’t find it in me to ship them, and even for the ships where i can see it happening, i don’t actively seek out content for them

non-canon ships i like

katara x jiang -> katara likes em bald and pretty idk what else to tell yall. i am fully convinced they had a lil thing for each other but there was a heist going on so they didn’t have time to worry about that

kuzaang -> i can totally see pre-iceberg aang and kuzon having an innocent early childhood crush on each other. the kind where holding hands is like legendary stuff

tyzula -> azula just gives off repressed lesbian energy and i can’t help but interpret their lil conversation in the beach episode as two gay girls who kinda like each other but dont realize it’s romantic and who also don’t wanna pass off their flirting as flirting so it’s all disguised as straight girl talk. “omg you’re like soooo pretty” and “omg you should totally ask him (me) out! you could be with anybody in this room cause you’re soooo pretty (i’m including me in that).” not to mention the way ty lee getting so much male attention hits azula close to home. i think two things can be true at once where azula is both perplexed she hasn’t had the same luck and is upset that ty lee specifically is getting attention (cause lesbian)

teoaang -> more so in the sense i could see teo maybe having a lil crush on aang

non-canon ships i don’t like (other than zutara)

(also i’m talking explicitly about how i feel about the ships, not the shippers. i don’t care if you ship them)

azutara -> just no please

sokka x azula -> i have to look away

azulaang -> it’s getting painful (really good fan art tho i must admit)

zukka -> this one doesn’t bother me as much and i can consume fanfics where they are a background pair, but i mean very very background. like they’re only ever mentioned and they contribute nothing to the story 😭

zukaang -> i made a joke once about how this ship has potential in a tier list, so this may seem hypocritical, but i made that tier list (along with every tier list posted on this acc) with an irl who got really into atla after the netflix version came out, and we died laughing putting zukaang in a tier of their own. idk it was funny as fuck in the moment and we were kinda greening out, so every time i look back at that list i giggle a lil bit. and i kind of have this ship to thank for that memory so i can’t bring myself to hate it hate it just because it makes me laugh so much and reminisce on that moment. also, great fan art. there’s this one artist who drew aang and zuko so adorably for their au and it is admittedly one of my favorite atla fanarts. but, overall, i don’t ship them together like at all

taang -> the most sibling coded pair to ever sibling code. i absolutely can’t with this one. like this is genuinely in the top worst atla ships of all time

katoph -> this just feels like taang 2.0 to me

[aller-geez]

Okay I never do these, but I need to share interaction with one of my housemates…. irl obs and a little info dump under the cut

Some backstory that may get too personal for some to care about but it needs backstory so…..

My husband and I are homeless with our dogs and cats and have been since February, but have been staying in a friends garage until we can get back on our feet.

The house we “live” in is pretty much a trap house, with 7 vastly different people living in a two bedroom house. My husband and I in the garage, my friend/weed dealer/landlord and his girl live in the living room, an older guy that we never see lives in one of the rooms, and another guy about my age who does tattoos and his girlfriend who’s a stripper live in the other room.

Guy who does tattoos is like 30ish, 6 foot, covered in tattoos, even has one of his eyes tattooed black, auburn like topknot and is just an overall extremely intimidating looking — but also extremely attractive dude who’s also a little unhinged sometimes but he’s got a good heart

BUT

He stopped in to talk to my husband and I, and were sitting there, talking about a music video, and ALL OF A SUDDEN, MID SENTENCE, this man’s breathing shuttered and almost like he didn’t even notice, stops and goes, “Hh’GSCH! —NNCH! —GNSH! —NKCH!”

Like the cutest lil rapid fire kitten like sneezes from this huge scary looking man and he just KEEPS TALKING LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED?

When I say that my stomach launched up into my throat, believe me—

God bless his soul, he didn’t even finish his sentence before another “Nnch! Nkch! Ktch! Nkcht!” Followed by “am I dying?”

IT FUCKING SENT ME

He literally had to retreat inside cause he couldn’t stop sneezing and I am just like “you have run out of dialogue options for this interaction”

My husband was like 👀👀👀 cause he knows about my kink and here I am, just channeling my inner tomato, literally at a loss for words.

Im sure no one actually cares about this random interaction but I figured snzblr was the only place I could share that would understand my love for scary, intimidating men with baby kitten sneezes who try to play them off like nothing 🫠🫠🫠

[mattslolita]

i'm sure alot of you are well aware about the current situation circulating @/selenascorner.

the very first time i ever spoke to her, selena texted me first on may 10th of this year, sending me the 'blackgirls4chris' picture. she said she loved my page and at the time she saw my post about hateful and racist anons in my friend's inbox. i guess she was trying to cheer me up? i have no idea.

two days later she texted me again checking in on me, which i definitely appreciated and found really sweet of her. we had a conversation about an irl girl she was having problems with, and i was comforting her about it and giving her advice on it. i just wished i could've found out sooner what kind of person she was before i gave my time and energy to someone like her.

on may 16th she texted me first again, asking me how i was and i asked her how she was - she told me she had relapsed again. it was due to another mutual of mine, but i will respect her and not mention who she is due to the fact that her name is currently being dragged thru the mud and she in fact does not deserve this the way selena made me believe. she told me this mutual friend 'traumatized' her because of the decision she chose to no longer talk to selena. my mutual friend made it clear ( from the message selena sent me from their dms ) that she was not intentionally trying to hurt her. selena has triggered my mutual friend because of the things she told her, and my mutual friend said she needed space to protect herself, and rightfully so.

and that's where i come in with my story and experience.

i gave selena my instagram to text me more because i genuinely wanted to be there for her. i should've listened to my friends, because they tell me sometimes i put myself in a bad situation due to me wanting to be there for EVERYONE.

every other day i texted her, she was always telling me how she had attempted, as well as self harm. as someone who used to self harm myself, this was so triggering to me especially with the things i have going on in my own life. but because i know what it's like to have done these things before, i have constantly tried to help her and be by her side no matter what. alot of the time, she made it seem like she couldn't get help no matter how many times i urged her to try. every attempt always ended in a text with her saying no or just completely saying she couldn't get help and nothing would help her. there are so many options to get help for self harm and suicide, and i will provide links at the end of this for any of you out there who have struggled with these same things.

as time went on, i began to feel emotionally drained and helpless about selena. i wasn't sure what to do to help her anymore, yet i still tried my best because i didn't want her to feel like she was alone. but a person can only take in so much shit before they eventually began to break down.

selena had become toxic towards me, and even whilst seeing that i told myself she still deserved a good friend and she just needed reassurance someone would be there for her. about two and a half weeks ago i told all of my friends due to my circumstances of my own situation, i would be inactive on instagram and tumblr because i needed to take time for myself. one day i was able to get back to people and text them. when i texted selena, i apologized for not being as active. she called me selfish, said i only cared about myself and never bothered to try and help her when she needed me.

after everything she had told me and all i tried to do to help her, she called me selfish because i didn't text her back. she has a victim complex as well as toxicity. i felt trapped being her friend at this point, because any thing i said i needed to be careful so it didn't set her off. i should've to my friends after getting their advice on this because she was clearly taking a toll on my mental health. she's scared me multiple times when she told me she had attempted.

i repeatedly told selena that i loved and cared about her so much, yet to no avail. she asked me about a few of my friends one day, asking if they were safe people to talk to. not thinking anything of it, i told her they were because they are. they ended up telling me she had texted each of them, beginning to trauma dump on them as well. i found it mighty fucking fishy that the things she would tell my friends did not always add up to what she talked to me about.

one of my best friends friend in particular experienced this trauma dumping, triggering experience with selena.

my best friend texted me and told me selena had texted her, asking if she could tell her some things. boom, she dumps all these things on her - now i know my best friend, and i know she's not gonna beat around the fucking bush about things and she'll tell you exactly how she feels. my best friend gave selena the best advice she could, telling her that she should seek some type of help. selena responds to her coldy, telling her there was no way she could get help. and rightfully so, my best friend blocked selena. my best friend made it clear to selena that she already had enough negativity in her life and if selena wasn't going to take her advice for trying to help her, she could no longer talk to her anymore.

selena then texts me and tells me how my 'best friend' traumatized her from the way she handled things. i will admit truthfully, i felt bad and i told selena i was so sorry for what happened and that my best friend blocking her wasn't the best way to handle things. but in all honesty? i said that to selena because i didn't want her thinking i was 'choosing sides' because then i felt she'd get mad at me. and i didn't want her to get mad at me. i was so afraid that selena might go off to other people and tell her i acted like my mutual friend i mentioned earlier.

and now after everything that's happened, my best friend was right for blocking her and protecting her peace, as well as my mutual friend no longer wanting to communicate with her. selena proceeded to be angry with me when i told her i understood my best friend's side, because there's always two sides to a story - she made me out to be a bad friend for defending my best friend, going as far as to tell other people about the situation. selena made me feel like i had to either choose her or my best friend, and that's when i decided i was done.

i was tired of the constant guilt she was giving me, making me feel like i was a bad person for how i felt and my decisions. she said i chose my best friend over her, hurting her and saying how she trusted me and how she never judged her. NOT FUCKING ONCE did i ever judge selena for anything she's been through or what she's told me.

i ultimately decided i couldn't keep this toxicity in my life, because she was draining me and all my friends could clearly see she was taking a toll on me. so i decided to tell selena it was not a good idea to be her friend anymore. i told her i still cared about her alot and would love her always, but i couldn't handle it anymore. i made it known that multiple times i wanted to tell her how triggering she could be and how much she's affected me. selena then proceeds to apologize for everything, say she didn't want to lose me as a friend and everything - and me being me, i ended up feeling terrible because i didn't want her to feel alone. but she needed to realize how she made me feel and how toxic our friendship had become.

she sent me one final text, once again making everything about her. she told me the first 'red flag' from me was how i chose my best friend's side over hers even though i made it clear i wasn't 'taking sides'. i left her on read after her final goodbye and her wishing me the best in the future. i felt a huge weight off my shoulders because i had finally rid myself of the clear toxicity i was enduring being friends with her.

now i find out that selena's been dragging my fucking name through the mud, calling me a bad person and making me out to be so terrible to other people. even after everything i had gone through for her, all the times i tried to be there for her, this is what i get for being a fucking people pleaser, wanting to help anybody and everybody.

i don't even want to get into selena sexting minors, because what the actual fuck - i didn't even find out about that until yesterday, and it digusts me. for those of you defending her by saying "oh she's still a minor herself!" so let me ask you this, would you let your eight grade sister / brother date a grown as the fuck senior in high school? because it almost as equivalent to that. and you should be ashamed for defending someone like that.

i encourage anyone who's gone through the same thing as me to immediately notice the signs and cut whoever you cut out of your life, because it can and will negatively affect her. selena has done this to multiple friends of mine and / or multiple people i'm associated with, and they've unfortunately had this same experience with her. nobody deserves to go through this at all, and if you ever want to talk to me about anything or you guys need anything at all, my inbox or pms are open to anyone. and yes, i'm a safe person to come to because i genuinely care about all of you and your wellbeing. please be mindful and safe of the things you say to others, because you could end up having put yourself in a terrible situation because of it.

here are the links to some suicide prevention hotlines for anyone who needs them :

i love you all, please take care of yourselves and be safe on this app!

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 05/19/2024

Three weeks in a row. I should play the lottery, I might hit for some big money!

Nerdie, please. We think it’s fine that you play the lottery, but have you done much this week?

I will have you know, that I worked three 12 hour shifts in a row, one of which I was the charge nurse. Something I’ve never done before and only had a 4 hour class once. The person that was supposed to be training me was not there so I just did trial by fire. I also worked this weekend. 

Though the highlight of the week was Friday night!

What? You had a hot date? Good for you!

Huh? This is Nerdie you’re talking about, no. Not at all what happened. I got to see Hozier live in a concert! It was wonderful! I might still be singing all the songs, have played them for my coworkers and that one guy whose room I was in for 30 minutes getting him cleaned up and bed changed should know a fair bit of “Almost (Sweet Music)” and “Something New.” I think I also had a brunch with my family this week somewhere in there.

We have so many questions…did that man even know what you were singing? Is he now a fan? How was brunch? How did you even find out about the concert? Why wasn’t that the first thing you said?

Sometimes you gotta bury the lead. Brunch was with mama Nerdie and two of Nerdie’s brothers. I have three total. I’m the only girl. The concert was magical, I’m trying to figure out something for September but it’s likely sold out. I think I really lucked out last Friday. 

Nerdie, do you have anything fanfic related? We’re happy to know you’re doing well. We wonder sometimes, but you know, this is Tumblr.

This week will be a bit different. I did a lot of reading last week but this week, I didn’t read much of anything except beta reading for a couple people. So Nerdie will highlight some series she thinks you should peek at:

Symphony by @maggiemayhemnj (A wonderful series featuring Joel - who is having a moment with his new hair by the way. I did notice, how could one not? Has Joel and a female OFC in post outbreak Jackson.) Fun fact - one of my patients called me symphony so it’s going to be one of my many aliases now.

If Wishes Came True by @schnarfer (A Dieter Bravo trilogy. Our beloved trash panda is many things and has many expressions, some not so great. Can it turn into something worthwhile?)

Headshots by @secretelephanttattoo (Marcus Pike - being the sweet man that he is. The OFC is a photographer. Love blooms. It will give you warm fuzzies and you’ll sniffle. It’s totally fine to do so.)

Bloody Kisses by @perotovar (Shane Morrissey and Tim rockford are the combo I was not aware I needed and now I think about them. The longing, the realization, the understanding, the build up, and the growing pains. Just read it and you’ll get it.)

IRL by @grogusmum (A sweet Javi G fic. You and Javi have been chatting about your shared interest in movies and sparks fly. So much so that you fly to see him in person. How does that go? Read and find out.)

These are five series I’ve read, loved and will read again because I enjoy them. I hope you all do too. 

I believe I did post a Dieter one shot for the Dieter Bravo Brain Rot May challenge about aliens. 

Also @fhatbhabiee back! 💖💖

I was tagged by people for WIP Wednesday through Saturday so I’ll do something from my not titled Pero x Dragon fic (look - it was a thought I had and it morphed into this but it’s dialogue):

Darkness is beginning to take him as is the cold. Pero cannot feel his limbs nor tell if he’s moving them. “Hmmpf, you care nothing of your life? Just to let it slip away like this. You appeared to be a warrior of some sort. Do all human warriors lay on their belly and wait for their final breath? Such a pity.” This voice, such torture before death to be mocked like this, couldn’t he have died in battle?  “I’m already in hell only hearing this voice before I die. Goddammit.” The mercenary laments.  “Are all humans fools like this? Why will you not heed my words? I am not trying to reach you for simple vexation.” “Stop with your flowery words then. Say what you actually need. I’m not going to listen to you the entire time before I leave this earth.”

Pero is the type to curse and argue with demons, angels, monsters and Gods if it means he has the last word. I stand by this. Contrary to what this conversation reads like, Pero does not die. His fate could be worse than death, we’ll have to see. 👀

The Peeps who maybe tagged me? @tinytinymenace @connectioneverywhere @magpiepills @604to647 @djarinmuse

@megamindsecretlair and @for-a-longlongtime There are either people I missed or people who didn't tag me. My bad either way. 🤣

I’ve also been toying with which series between my Marcus therapy series and my sweet Javi P series to start posting on Tumblr. I’m not sure which one. Everyone one’s welcome to ask me questions about any of these WIPs, just know I may not stop talking about them like most fic writers. 

I think I do dialogue well in my fics, and wacky ideas, but I could use work on world building, smut, descriptions and other things. I think. Who knows, I'm just going to keep wiring and we'll see what happens.

Stay safe and hydrated everyone!

Love Nerdie!

[laugtherhyena]

What are some of you're favourite Sprite edits you've made Whether that be this year, or any over years you've been in the sprite editing business

Ok so I've made A LOT of edits over the years so it took a lil while for me to sort out the favorites and why exactly, but here it is so get ready for some rambling!

First things first i gotta say this isn't really organized from the one i like the most and least, i like all of these edits a whole lot and i really don't think i can pick one or two to be the favorite.

So let's start from the start (sorta) i have to give a spot to my Fantasy Au twins edits, it would be illegal to not put them in this list

The Sdra2 Fantasy Au was one of the first things i made in the fandom and i was attached to it for a long while. These are actually the 4th version of their sprites, out of all them only the 3rd had a full gallery of sprites and trust me they were complex since on top of posting i even made different tails and ears to move around depending on the emotion of the sprite.

Even tho i never finished this 4th take on them I'm pretty happy with the redesign (since as i grew older i realized some of my choices were questionable and i really should have thought more before just going with it, just keep in mind i was a dumb 14-15 year old then) and the improvement on graphical quality because not only does it show how much i improved in editing but also because editing the fantasy twins were my first really hard edits and i was always happy with how well i was able to translate their weird little designs to sprite form.

The Fantasy Au as a whole had a lot of edits with a bunch of complicated details that i never finshed and although I don't like them as much as the twins i do feel like they deserve to be shown somehere so have this pile of lizards, undead firemen and two human girls.

(fun fact; i didn't know how to add textures back then so see those scales on the dragons? I made them all by hand-)

Next one on the list has gotta be the Nijiue siblings! Crazy to think these guys are only 2-3 years old like it feels like they've been with me for ao much longer!

These guys where my first try at making Oc sprites since before all i did were Au stuff and they're very very dear to me, as you can probably guess by the amount of spites an different iterations i made of them over the years. While there are a few things i could improve upon them if i were to remake their edits nowadays, i never felt a strong need to do so because as it is their sprites hold up well imo so remaking them feels unnecessary to me.

And you know I can't really talk about them without mentioning the Voidswap Au and a couple tumblr blogs owned by friends of mine. After Voidswap's cancelation i didn't thought I'd ever use these guys for anything so to think that nowadays there's so many people who not only know these characters but care for them a lot out of seeing them in Asoot and Dfta more recently really fills me with joy! I'm glad y'all enjoy my silly siblings so much and obviously huge thanks to the mods for wanting to include them in their stories, I really couldn't be more thankful for that!

And since we're talking about the fam, let me add Mako to the list as an honorable mention of sorts, a i'm still very happy with how i made her adult designs especially the whole closed trenchcoat and open trenchcoat thing she has going on and how i was able to cary out the heart motif on both of them :]

This next one is one of my newer edits + a pretty simple one which is this Irl Sora design i made for mod Bubbles around early this year.

Honestly, I don't even know how to explain why i like it this much? Maybe it's because Sora is one of the characters from Sdra2 i still decently enjoy or because i had a fun time coming up with her design. I had in mind that i wanted something plain and simple just like her in-game one, just adapted to a more adult look. Rolled up sleeves to resemble her uniform's ones and a scarf to bring back the spark of red her old design had, i also gave her the short hair that post game Yuki has because it's still her body at the end of the day + i think butch-ish Sora looks pretty good :]

From simplicity we jump back into weirdness with these last ones because obviously i wouldn't leave my girls out of this list, what did you guys even expect?

Favoritism? Absolutely, by now I'm sure all of you know how much i like these two but focusing on the graphical side for once, I'm super proud of their designs, i think they fit with the weirdness of some of Linuj's design choices pretty well which in turn makes them look kinda legit? In my head at least. I also had a lot of fun working on their sprites, especially Beni's since it had been a long while since i last tried to really exaggerate expressions on sprites of my characters so that was really fun! + I'm super proud of the baby sprites i made of them too, almost as much as i like their standard/adult designs really.

[groenendaelfic]

Do you think Simon would actually be willing to become the Prince Consort tho?! Like yes he LOVES Wille but I don't think he'd ever wanna officially set a foot in that system let alone give up his career for being a working royal

The quick answer is yes, I think he’d thrive. Go read my fic Becoming Prince Simon for details.

The long answer is that I think that just like we tend to make Wilhelm into this social justice prince who’d love being a house husband and hates being a royal, when in fact he is quite comfortable with ignoring staff while he walks past them in a ratty old t-shirt and sweatpants because there’s nothing more normal than living in a palace and having staff cater to him for him, and he actively enjoys ordering Jan-Olof to send him food to the middle of nowhere Hillerska, to name but two examples of how Wilhelm very much doesn’t mind being royal or privileged, and just hates being told what to do or say and having to act like someone he isn’t, Simon, too, isn’t this grand idealist.

Sure he’d like being treated fairly, who doesn't, especially when you always draw the short straw even while following the rules while your classmates get away with breaking them without problem, but the truth is he’s rather pragmatic.

He gets back in contact with his drug addict, alcoholic and to a currently unknown degree abusive father so that he can acquire alcohol for his underage classmates to drink so that Sara can attend a party, and then steals drugs to among other things pay for math tutoring because he wants good grades.

I’m not saying Simon would jump at the chance to join the royal family, but he’d come to see the advantages, and I’m not just talking about him being with Wilhelm, but also all the good he can do. He doesn't need to be a monarchist for that.

So yes, I don’t only think Simon would be willing to become Prince Consort, but that he’d thrive once he got accustomed to the idea.

After all modern day Sweden isn’t Czarist Russia or pre-revolutionary France, you can’t just burn that shit down (and get the Soviet Union or Emperor Napoleon), because that wouldn't work and attempting so would do more harm than good. 

You need reform and systematic change, and to change a system you need to interact with it, for example from the inside, and as spouse to the Crown Prince and later King, Simon would be in the ideal position to affect that.

He doesn’t need any actual power to highlight problems and topics important to him or for people to pay attention and listen. It doesn’t always have to be Diana shaking hands with a man with aids in the 80s, it can be something as trivial as the irl second in line opening a fairytale trail in her duchy as a toddler.

What the royal family does (and doesn’t! do) gets publicity and is reported. Simon knows that. He grew up seeing it all the time.

And the people most likely to take note of what the royal family does? Those I dare say are also some of the ones who could do with a bit more exposure to the causes Simon would highlight.

Also not to be mean but give up what career? We know Simon enjoys making music and he wants to get out of small town Bjärstad, but as far as we know he has no great, specific career ambitions he’d have to give up.

I’m gonna end this with a potentially triggering and extreme example, so take care.

When the royal court announced that the irl Swedish crown princess had an eating disorder I was in junior high. I'll always feel sorry for what she had to go through so publicly and it definitely is another point on the list of why monarchies and celebrity culture are the worst, but I also cannot overstate how much good that publicity did when it came to bringing awareness to the topic of eating disorders.

Suddenly that was something that was seriously discussed as an illness by people in power and who otherwise never would have, and not just in a ‘haha those silly teenage girls wanting to look like Kate Moss’ kind of way, because it was the crown princess and not some random pop starlet, and if that can happen to someone like her, then who is to say it can’t also affect our own children etc?

We were taught about it in school, in detail, when my older cousins never were, how to recognize them, how to help, where to go for help. More, there suddenly were places to help, places that were actively advertised which hadn’t been before.

There were clinical programs being opened and awareness campaigns launched, and not just in Sweden. (I’m not saying she was the only reason, it was the late nineties, it was really, really necessary, but she was a big deciding factor when it came to the amount and speed at which things changed)

It sucks that royals and celebrities highlighting important issues can make such a difference, and I’m the first to go yell abolish all systems of inequality irl, but Simon could do a lot of good as a working royal, and he’d actually care about changing things, instead of just finding it a boring necessity like irl royals and the YR royal family including Wilhelm do, which is why I think that in a few years, given time, he would very much be willing to become part of the system if only to bring what change he can, especially when no one else can take his place and do it instead of him.

[itsmeatballworld]

| laundry |

pairing | husband!rick grimes x wife!f!reader

summary | the Alexandria group throws a party to celebrate your marriage to Rick. But your husband can’t take his eyes off you. 

wc | 3.1k

warnings | SMUT so 18+ ONLY: p in v (wrap it irl), f!receiving fingering, handjob, rick has chest hair now, aftercare if you squint, & cursing

a/n | smutty smut for the Rick girlies [but don’t fight me he has chest hair in this fic idc]

part 2 of 2 [previous part]

It was a surprise party that neither of you wanted. The thought of having a big celebration and being forced to get dressed up and sip drinks over small talk with the entire community seemed tiring.

But here you are.

After Rick proposed, he planned to make dinner and eat with the kids, and at most, have the group over for an announcement.

But neither of you planned for the entire community.

Tara grinned, topping off a glass of amber liquid before handing it to Rick. “So! How’s the lovely couple?”

The two of you smiled at her. Rick’s hand slid to your waist, tugging you in close before splaying his fingers across your stomach.

“We’re good, Tara.”

“This was sweet of you to do,” you insist. “But like I said before it wasn’t necessary—“

“This is a big deal,” she squealed. “Like I’m impressed! You two made it official and shit.”

Rick's brows raised. He made a short sound like he was going to ask her something but you stopped him with a quick pinch at his back. “Uh, well, thanks again for putting this together with Carl.”

“And Michonne. Oh, Maggie helped with the food. Glenn said–”

You nod absentmindedly, spotting the katana wielding warrior woman off in the corner. She held a glass of wine and kept Maggie’s attention as they chatted about who knows what. Carl was off to the side with Enid, carrying Judith around with a wide smile. The rest of the group was mingling and chatting among the crowd, bouncing between the kitchen and living areas.

The house was one of many massive homes in Alexandria’s community. And this gem happened to belong to Rick, Carl, Judith, and you.

“Hey, Tara. Mind if I get my lovely wife a drink?”

He twisted the fabric of your dress. Rick’s other hand dug into your skin a bit more, running his callous fingers underneath the dress strap.

Your eyes widen at the contact. He knew what he was doing. And in public. You tried to move away from the contact, but the way his thumb and pointer fingers swirled little circles into the exposed skin made every inch of your body buzz with excitement.

Tara said something. Snapping your attention to her, you smiled. “Thanks again.”

“We’ll be right back.”

“Sure,” Tara turned to her right just as Rosita tried to slink away with a bottle of bourbon.

“Oo! Sharing is caring–” was all you heard from Tara before Rick led you away.

You felt bad to be so distracted tonight but Rick had that effect on you. He could just stand there, leaning on a table or propped against the doorway, and your brain would go fuzzy. All sense of self washed away and your mind was fixed on him. His stance was always wide and invasive, like he was expecting all eyes to fall on him. And they did.

Before you knew it, he turned down one of the opposite hallways. Head swinging back, you realized he was not taking you for a drink. The kitchen was to the left and not down the small hallway. You twisted back to Rick, eyeing him with a curious gaze.

“Where are we going? Drinks are back in the kitchen.”

Away from the party, away from most of the noise, he led you further through the house.

“Rick,” you huffed. “We can’t leave during the party.”

A sly smile crossed his face. “Yes we can.”

“We shouldn’t.”

“We should,” he motioned backwards towards the sounds of the party. “They don’t care.”

“I’m sure they do. They all put it together—“

“Nah. I’m making time for my girl.”

He trailed you down the hall of your home, scrubbing his newly shaven face for the tenth time tonight. He led you back to the last door, which happened to be the laundry room. Nowadays it was used for storage as the times of freshly laundered clothes were not a priority.

A yelp escaped your lips as the door shut. Complete darkness engulfed the room just before a tiny solar powered lamp light flickered to life by his feet.

Your husband’s bright blue eyes shone down on you as he soaked in every inch of your body that was on display. It was Rosita’s idea to put on the dress, not yours. And from the way his gaze changed, maybe you’ll be thanking her tomorrow.

Hands slowly trailed up to your waist and then pushed.

“Rick!” an excited squeal left your mouth as your back pressed to the door. His warm, soft lips already dragged across your collarbone. He ran his tongue across the soft spot between your neck and shoulder, gently trailing up to your jaw.

Between soft pecks, his voice rasped. “Did I mention how sexy you look?”

His lips brushed the corner of your mouth just as his fingers scrunched the dress fabric. Every inch of your skin buzzed at his touch as he lingered and dragged his mouth back to yours. You caved for a moment, following the push and pull of his lips.

“W-wait,” the words stumbled out as you pulled your lips from his. “The party–”

“‘Cause you look sexy.”

Your eyes dart to the door as Rick continues to leave a trail of hot kisses over your jaw. “Rick maybe we should wait until–”

“Fuckin’ beautiful.” His mouth hung open as he studied your lips. Then your eyes. He trailed his callous fingers across the jaw now peppered with kisses. Slowly, he dragged his thumb down to your collarbone.

A soft chuckle escaped him as his eyes softened. “I’m the luckiest man to have found you.”

And then the party slipped from your mind. It was just you and Rick, alone in the low light of the laundry room. Not a single soul mattered outside that door.

Then the softness behind his eyes slipped away as that deep seductive glare returned. “I said you looked sexy, right?”

There was a pause. You purse your lips, letting your fingers drop to his forearms. The fabric of his button up pushed to his elbows and you gently wedged your finger underneath it. He said you looked sexy, beautiful, and fucking perfect about a thousand times tonight. From the sultry stare and playful smirk, you knew Rick was playing a game.

So, you decided to play along.

“No.” An obvious lie.

He made a ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue, “I didn’t?”

“Hm… not that I remember. No.”

“Well,” he whispered, “I think you look beautiful.” Rick dropped close, caging you against the door. It was hot the way he leaned over you, allowing your body to relax into his.

“Beautiful or sexy?” You smirked, “which is it, Mr. Grimes?”

There was little space between your bodies. He liked it like that. When you had to press further into him, to feel every inch of his toned body, it was paradise. At the same time he loved the way you squirmed under his touch. Begging for more.

His arms dropped, circling your hips until his palms curve and cup your ass.

“Jump.”

You did what you were told. He hoisted you up, sliding your butt across the top of the washing machine. There was no hesitation in his movements when Rick had a plan. And you quickly realized he was thinking about doing this all night. He couldn't keep his eyes off you. His body never left your side. He was stuck to your skin like glue.

His hands were already pulling the dress top down below your breasts when you adjusted your position. He spread your legs, running his palms up your thighs. The slow and calculated push of his fingers made you tremble.

The dress made it easy for him to make his way up to your panties. Wrapping around to scoop your ass in his hands, he pulled you tighter towards his body.

“Shit,” he murmured. “Look at what you do to me.” Your eyes dipped and noticed the tightness in the front of his jeans.

A whimper escaped your lips as Rick slowly dug his hips in. “Feel that?”

Your mouth opened but only a breathy sound came out.

He moved a bit harder, dragging his bulge against your pussy again. “I didn’t hear you.”

With more strength, you mustered a hum.

“What was that?” His smile was sweet but his tone was devilish. His hips pressed a bit harder.

A gasp escaped your lips as you were already aching for him. Slowly, you twisted against his touch to rub against his erection. Hot, twisting desire pulsed through your body as the ache between your legs intensified. Those blue eyes narrowed on your exposed body as he ran his hands up to your waist.

“Fuck.” He moaned, “I just want you all to myself.”

Maybe it was the burst of pleasure and excitement flowing through your veins that had you daring to push past breathless replies. Fighting the urge to whimper and give all the control now, you decided to toy with him.

Your hands flattened across his broad chest. One button released, then another. You skimmed your fingers down his sternum, far enough to grab the little tight curls of his chest hair. The super fine hair only runs across his upper chest and you knew it was his weakness.

You rolled your fingertips until you snagged the hair..

“You have me, Rick.” You spoke with force behind your voice this time.

You tugged again. Watching him, feeling him, gave you that tight fluttering in your lower belly. He scooted you closer just as his belt slipped away. He was fidgeting to not push down and fuck you right against the machine. But you wanted that. He took you all the way back here, propped you up on the washer, all for what? It was the middle of the party. Rick knew exactly what he was doing and there was no way you’d be walking out of this laundry without fucking your husband. It would be sacrilegious.

It’s your wedding night, after all.

You pulled one more time, watching him wither and grunt as you drew circles into his skin.

“So just remind me: you think I look beautiful?”

“Mhm. And sexy.”

“Really?” You roll your hips against his crotch and feel him tense. Rick dipped his head down and made a strangling moan. He was throbbing beneath his jeans now, begging to slide into your pussy. Rick lets out a breathy sound so you did it again. The flimsy underwear you wore dampened the more you rocked into him.

But when his hands latched onto your hips and it was over. The cat and mouse game and playfulness ended as quickly as it started. His lust-filled gaze lingered on your lips just as he unzipped his jeans.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his fingers reached beneath his pants, slowly working himself under the jeans. His brows scrunched at the forced contact, rolling his hand over the aching shaft once more. He was struggling to keep it together now, which was unusual for Rick.

So you reached down and squeezed his wrist.

“You wanna fuck me?” Your lips curl into a wicked smile. “Hm?”

He twisted and pumped himself over and over, watching as you couldn't take your eyes off him. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs to relieve the pressure building but he felt the motion and with one hand spread your legs further apart again.

Rick removed himself from his boxers, hiking his bottoms down to his ankles in one shove. You eagerly reached out for his cock, running a thumb across his swollen pink tip. He moaned, letting his lips fall back to your mouth. Hungry for more, each kiss was more passionate than the last. As you reached your other hand down to fully pump his cock, Rick leaned back. He watched with wide eyes before removing your hands.

Callous fingers pressed firm to your skin as he reeled you closer to his sturdy chest. “I’ve got a better idea.”

You opened your mouth to ask him the idea but was met with his wild stare.

“Wait.” His voice rasped, “stay still for me.”

One hand clamped down across your lips and his other hand slick with his own pre-cum twisted under your panties. “Think you can do that?”

A smile crept behind the heavy touch of his hand. His thick fingers spread you open before one then two fingers slowly enter you. “You’re soaking wet,” his lips press into your neck. “All for me.”

A gasping moan fell from your lips as his fingers curled inside you before spreading apart. You clutch his shoulders for support as Rick stretches you open again.

There was a fire behind those eyes that ignited the moment he closed that door. And you needed him. All the foreplay was pointless and you both realized it.

The next thing happened fast. You were spinning onto your side just as Rick quickly helped flip you entirely over. With your stomach pressed to the cold washing machine, Rick ran his palms down your exposed lower back.

“Wider.” You opened a bit more, trying to adjust to the angle just as he spat into his hand. The soft wet noises of Rick fisting himself echoed through the tiny room. Slick with his pre-cum and spit, he leaned further into your exposed pussy.

“Fuck.” Rick teases your opening before fully committing. With one swift motion, he grunts as he sinks down into your cunt. The force pushes you harder against the cold metal washer and your hands reach out to brace against the wall. The stretch was intense even with his prep before starting.

Slowly, he grinds his hips against your ass over and over until he finds the best pattern. Circling his hips, he curves and pushes down. The exasperated moan escapes your lips as he repeats the motion. It was a soft but dizzying rhythm as his hands pushed down against your lower back. You arched a little into the touch, pressing harder against the machine below.

“Atta girl,” he hummed as his hips pulled back slowly. He dragged his cock back inside before the rhythm picked up pace.

The soft mewling sounds escaped you without much thought. Between every thrust was a gasp for air as if Rick was somehow fucking the life out of you. He felt bigger in this position, digging so deeply inside your body. You loved the feeling of him stretching you but it was overwhelming. The pressure was intense and constant as he rolled his hips.

The edge of the washer applied just enough pressure against your aching clit as he rocked back and forth. Rick moaned, pulling out and slamming back in. “Oh, you like that. You like it when I take you like this.”

“Y-yes,” you gasp.

“God, you’re so tight and–”

He grunts, rutting up again and again. He lost track of the dirty talk, which you didn't mind. It was hot. He was so focused on you and how he felt inside you.

But his cock was relentless.

You could barely speak, whimpering as the ache between your legs pulses. It was working too well and now you were close. The tight coil of pleasure twists and snaps. Waves of bliss hit you like a brick wall, leaving you softly moaning along with his thrusts. Clenching around his length, you curse at the throbbing between your legs. He groans at the feeling, speeding up his now uncoordinated pace. He continues to fuck you through your pleasure, biting his tongue as his grunts mixed with the slick sounds of sex. Following your orgasm he spills himself inside you, lost in how you squeeze around his cock.

Out of breath and sweaty, Rick’s large hand wound its way up your back and squeezed your shoulder as he slams into you one last time.

He slid out of you after a few seconds of heaving breaths between the both of you. His groan was a mix of pleasure and exhaustion just as he bent over your body. He kissed your shoulder, then your back, moving the dress down to cover your ass.

As you shifted on the washing machine, Rick gently touched your thigh.

“Hold on.”

You heard him shuffle around behind you, but you were so high off the orgasm you were happy not to be moving yet. Then, soft fabric brushed against your butt and between your thighs. He cleaned you then helped as you twist around on the washer. When your heels hit the floor, Rick’s eyes lowered to your mouth. Dipping down, he planted a soft kiss. You smile just as he pulls back.

“Alright,” he murmured. “Should we…” He motioned to the door and you had a stark revelation. The party. The people. Your family.

Your face fell into your hands. “Oh god.”

“Hey.” Rick tipped your chin up. “Maybe nobody noticed.”

You didn’t want to burst his delusional bubble but it was almost certain someone noticed or heard something. With how he fucked you, it was dumb to think nobody heard the washer hitting the wall. Or Rick slamming against you.

So you gave him a weak smile. “Right.”

The door opened enough for you to slide outside. Nobody was waiting outside with disapproving glances or knowing smiles, which would have been horrific. Rick followed behind, slowly shutting the door.

The soft sound of people still laughing and talking off in the distance echoed down the narrow hallways. You couldn't help but sigh in relief. With a goofy smile, you reached up and softly kissed your husband’s lips. At least nobody saw or heard that you both were–

“Fly’s open,” Daryl murmured as he appeared from nowhere. He passed on his way down the hall, nodding to you both. He tossed a pack of cigarettes up in the air, catching them, and pushed open the backyard’s patio door. “Boring party.”

And Daryl was gone.

With lips in a tight line, you waited for the other pin to drop but hoped he was the only one that saw you two doing the walk of shame.

Biting your lip, you slip in front of Rick just as the short sound of his zipper closing echoed in the empty hall.

You cleared your throat. “Back to the party?”

Completely unbothered, Rick leaned into your side, sliding his arm around your waist.

“Lead the way, Mrs. Grimes.”

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a/n 2.0: I hope you all enjoyed! I had fun writing this and yet I completely forgot I added Daryl to this ?? LMAO love that

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