#or after my guests leave tomorrow idk

[cinastre]

ok i might push gideon cosplay back csuse thats not vital i get done today i have all weekend

[weeknd-ogoc]

LOOK AFTER YOU ✩ MAX VERSTAPPEN

SUMMARY: in which max and you have always found it really hard to move on from each other.

(inspired by the fray's song, look after you.)

FACE CLAIM: cindy kimberly

CONTAINS: reader!alonso, spanish!reader, angst due to past memories of your relationship with max, emotional cheating, use of y/n, could possibly trigger your daddy issues lols & kind of right person, wrong time trope!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: kinda felt like i rushed it and didn't go the way i wanted idk lol but hope you guys like it anyways! also i'm close to 1k followers, you guys are truly the best & ilysm !! 😭

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posted on may 27th, 2023

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ever since you were born your father had been super protective over you, even at your grown age he was still meddling in your life whenever he possibly could but you couldn't complain about it because you liked to meddle in his life just as much too.

"if you don't quit eating that burrito..." you told your father as you took the burrito out of his hands just for him to snatch it back. "you're going to stink up my kitchen."

he rolled his eyes and put the burrito down. "which i paid for so technically speaking this is my kitchen too."

now here you were in paris on a date that your father had set up for you and on the phone with him.

"i'm with lance right now at an ice cream shop." you told your father through the phone while lance was picking at your ice cream cone. "no, lance is driving us."

he chuckled when you passed your phone towards to him and he put it up to his ear for a few seconds before speaking. "yes sir, i will drive carefully and she will be back in her house by eight."

once the conversation was done he handed your phone back. "he said i better be sleeping in the guest room and that he would see us tomorrow morning."

had it been any other guy, your father would've definitely flew out just to spy on the two of you but he actually liked lance and encouraged you to hang out with him — except the both of you only liked each other as friends so lance covered for you when you had dates with someone.

just a few years back your father pushed a few boys out of your lives due to them not being the correct fit for you.

"dad it's not fair, it's just one date!" you remembered your seventeen self yell at your dad. "max is a good guy and he even asked you for permis-"

he shook his head. "i don't care what he did, i am your father and you do as i say!"

then there was the time when you were twenty-two, there was pictures circulating of charles leclerc taking you out for dinner and also a video of him leaving your hotel room the next morning.

"you can do better than charles, he doesn't know how to settle down and that's not the type of guy you need in your life!" your father ended up calling you as soon as he saw those pictures. "i liked max better."

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posted on may 27th, 2020

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max looked back at an old post he had posted for your birthday back when you guys were still together.

everyone loved you, your dad had been in formula one for the longest time so everyone basically saw you grow up but nobody knew you the way he had grown to know you — the two of you had been broken up for a few years now but remained friends, only greeting each other once in awhile whenever you guys had to.

"i don't understand why you haven't deleted your pictures with her." his now girlfriend, kelly told him. "we already take car of her ca-"

"it's our cat." max corrected. "so it is my responsibly to watch her just as much as it is hers."

during the short time that you guys had moved in with each other in 2020, he had gifted you a siamese cat and named her saturn which the both of you now co-parented for.

he had been playing with penelope when she rushed into the room talking about the comment he left on your post. "whose y/n?" penelope asked as she passed a tea cup over to max.

kelly let out a huff and sat down with them. "nobody important."

you were still important to him.

he had began liking you in his first year of formula one and you obviously liked him but it had been complicated to even see each other due to your dad being so overprotective over you.

"i really don't think we should sneak around..." max quietly advised as you pulled him into your hotel room but as soon as your lips reached his he changed his mind and just at eighteen years old, he did not really get how to do this boyfriend thing since you're the first girl he had ever taken seriously but he quickly learned because you had began to feel like home to him.

"her dad is a cool guy but when it comes to her he is kinda scary." daniel ricciardo told him as they walked to an interview. "better hope he doesn't find out."

max at the time thought you guys would not get caught — aside from your father not wanting him to see you, his father also didn't particularly like you because he believed you were getting in the way of his racing. "forget about seeing that little girl, you're not about to let some girl ruin your career that i helped you prepare for." he remembered his father telling him after seeing you guys kiss and max dragging you into his hotel room earlier that day.

you of coarse had been in the bathroom hiding, listening to their conversation and max was trying to defend his relationship with you but his father was not having it.

so it wasn't long before you heard a smack and his dad telling him he better not see you around again then max was saying everything his father wanted to hear to finally get him out of his room and be back with you.

as you heard the door close, you heard something being thrown at the door and you slowly walked out of the bathroom to see some tears coming out of max's face. "i swear i hate him!"

you had gone to wipe the tears off his face and as you hugged him, you saw the glass cup that was thrown at the door. "it's okay baby..."

in that moment max realized that every time he was losing his control and felt like the city was spinning around, you were the only one who knew how to slow it down.

"i mean we just won't get caught next time." you gave him a halfhearted smile while wrapping your arms around him while he nodded hugging you even tighter.

but during the last race of his first year your father had caught you guys after following daniel who was trying to cover for you guys.

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posted on may 27th, 2023

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everyone knew fernando's daughter meant the world to him.

as a single teenage father he remembered the moment he first laid eyes on you, he had wanted to quit racing because he knew his career was time consuming and he wouldn't be able to give you all the time in the world.

"no puedes, fórmula uno siempre ha sido tu prioridad número u-" (you can't, formula one has always been your number one priority)

fernando shook his head as he looked towards your crib, you were only a few weeks old and had just fallen asleep after about an hour of fussing. "ella es mi primera prioridad ahora." (she's my first priority now)

it took a good while before your grandparents could get him to continue doing what he had always loved doing and when he finally entered formula one, he had decided to bring you along to wherever his races were just so he could make time to spend with you — of coarse his mother could not stay away from her only granddaughter so she tagged along.

at eight years old, his little girl was beginning to do as she pleases.

"y/n, no more cand-" your father stopped as he saw you opening up the chocolate wrapper with a smile. "you better no-" you had finally bit into your snicker bar and gave him another toothy smile that he adored. "after that one, you better not have another."

you nodded and ran off with schumacher's kids, later splitting another chocolate bar with mick.

"crees que tengo algo de qué preocuparme?" he asked referring to what he was currently seeing, he watched mick and you chasing each other around. (do you think i have something to worry about?)

his mother chuckled and shook her head. "nando, solo son niños."(nando, they're just kids.)

at thirteen years old, he was trying everything in his power to make sure you stayed his little girl.

"no, find another dress that goes down below your knees." your father told you and continued going through the other dresses.

you shook your head and tried on another dress that you somewhat liked.

"now that's beautiful!" he nodded his head to the dress.

you gave your grandmother a look but she shrugged and you groaned. "papá, me gustó mucho el otro vestido!" (dad, i really liked the other dress!)

so after bickering back and forth about the dress, you had won and your father was now paying for the two hundred dollar dress and whatever else you had him holding throughout the store.

at sixteen years old, he had finally started seeing you as a beautiful young women and not his baby girl.

"escúchame..." he began and dangled the keys to your brand new car that he had just bought you in front of your face. "you will drive carefully! no listening to music too loud, no texting or calling and i want to know where you are every hour." (listen to me)

you nodded and kissed his cheek. "yes pa, thank you so much!"

"and no boys in the car!" he sighed and gave you the keys to the car. "i really wish you had failed your drivers test again."

at eighteen years old, he was now beginning to worry about the growing friendship you had going on with max verstappen who was on his first year in formula one so he had his eyes on the both of you at all times.

"have you seen y/n?" your father asked people around the paddock and they all shook their heads. "i swear when i find her..."

being the horny teenagers that you guys were at the time, the both of you had finally found a spot where nobody was around and he had gently kissed you but before the kiss could get any further there was someone who cleared their throat.

"your dad is looking for you..." daniel ricciardo said as he gave the both of you a look. "i sent him back into the mclaren garage so you have a few minutes to wrap this up before he figures out you're not there."

there was another person clearing their throat and all three of you turned the other direction where your father stood with an angry face. "hi pa." you mumbled as you walked into his direction and he looked at max who was walking towards daniel's direction.

"i won't tell you again to leave my daughter alone."

at nineteen years old, he had a received a phone call that every parent had dreaded to ever hear.

"i'm sorry pa, the car just drove past us and i did-" you cried as he carefully hugged you.

you had been celebrating your birthday with max verstappen and lance stroll, who you had befriended this year when he joined formula one — you had been driving when you hit another car leaving you in a neck brace, max with a sprained wrist and since lance was in the back he just had a few scratches but nothing too serious.

"shh, estas bien..." (you're okay)

even though you were now nineteen and officially dating max for a few months now, as usual had made sure it was fine with your dad that you guys would be going out together and after another talk about keeping his daughter safe, he allowed you to go out with him and lance.

"i'm scared..." lance whispered to max just before entering your hospital room.

max nodded but he knew he was going to probably get it worse from your father since it was his responsibly to always look after you. "me too, he's going to kill me."

just before they entered the room they heard you apologizing to your father about getting the car crashed and that you'd pay him back but he shook his head. "the car can be replaced y/n but you can not be replaced, do you understand that? when max called me about you being here i swear my heart dropped and i couldn't even think clearly." he kissed the top of your head. "i'm glad that you are okay."

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posted on may 28th, 2023

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your father had invited max to the party he was secretly throwing that same night — he never had anything against max and he even still considered max part of the family so it wasn't awkward when max gladly accepted to go.

"a party for y/n? you are kidding right?" kelly asked as she saw max getting nicely dressed, it took her a good convincing to get him out of his usual red bull shirts so him wanting to look nice for this event was weird to her.

he applied his cologne and shrugged. "it's also for fernando so you can come kells if you really want to."

"they're not even your fami-" she shook her head with a small smile, after all max never gave her a reason to believe he couldn't be trusted. "i'll wait for you here."

so a few hours into the party he had found himself sitting outside on the porch with you and saturn on his lap. the two of you clearly had a bit much to drink since you guys were giggling a little too much causing people to look at the two of you whenever they walked by.

"twenty bucks they'll get back together by the end of this year." george whispered to his friends as they walked by for the fifth time in twenty minutes.

"thirty if they hook up tonight." alex then said.

"as if kelly would let that man go." lando responded with a laugh.

somehow you guys always ended up together at times like these or at least whenever kelly was not around, max really enjoyed these moments with you because it just reminded him of his past self with you.

"i need to go pee, come with me." you giggled as you dragged him with you but let him stay outside the door waiting for you.

he knew the two of you were perfect for each other but the two of you had constantly broken up and gotten back together so when kelly came around you had just broken up with him and he was looking for a quick fling — the morning after he had seen pictures of you and charles at the same hotel so he thought maybe you were looking for a quick fling also.

you guys had gotten back together a few weeks after and months after that, everything was going well between you guys so that was when he got you saturn as a gift also buying a shiny ring for you.

"of course i give you my blessing max!" your father told him giving him a hug. "took you long enough to finally propose to my little girl."

weeks later he had everything set up to propose to you but it was quickly ruined when kelly had been looking for him and even showed up to the apartment you guys shared.

"look my dad is waiting for me, let's just get this over with so just say what i know what you're about to say." he remembered you telling him with tears in your eyes.

you guys had plenty of breakups in the past but somehow this one felt different. "i'm not cheating on you if that is what you think."

you scoffed. "so where have you been the past few days? why is she looking for you at our apartment?"

just say it now max.

before he could continue thinking about how your last breakup went, you had came out the bathroom and held the back of your skirt.

"the zipper is stuck." you said turning around, letting him see the back of your skirt. "help?"

as he helped zip up your skirt, the three musketeers were giggling like little kids at what they were seeing and alex put his hand up for the money he was owed but quickly put it down at the next thing they saw.

you thanked him for helping you and he nodded. "it's my job to look after you." he quietly said as he finished zipping up your skirt, you had been looking through the mirror in front of you and seen the looks he was giving you.

"i'm glad you still wear the necklace..." max told you with his hand on your zipper then going to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head now looking at you through the mirror. "i would still be wearing the bracelet you gave me if it wasn't fo-"

"kelly." you nodded and just before you could shake him off.

he quickly shook his head and turned you around. "the chain broke and i haven't replaced it, would've fixed it sooner if i knew you still wore your necklace."

the two of you stayed looking into each others eyes and before anything else could happen your father walked in.

"i'm looking for my granddaughter!" he said and luckily for you guys he had been a bit tipsy he didn't realize how close you guys were. "ah there she is, hello guys we're cutting the cake c'mon!" he took saturn off one of the chairs she was resting on and quickly walked off.

even though your father hadn't seen that interaction there were the three men who did and were trying to decided who owed what to who.

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posted on may 29th, 2023

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max had found himself panicking on the inside when he saw your name pop up on his phone for the second time today while he was streaming on twitch — the two of you never called each other so he worried for a second right before penelope came to the room to hug him.

"hey p." he quickly flipped his phone over when he heard other footsteps follow along.

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obviously nothing happened last night with you, he left shortly after they cut your cake without saying bye to you and he ended up crashing at charles's place but the way everyone was assuming it was him who took your most recent picture on instagram, kelly was a bit annoyed with him.

"y/n called, she said she's taking the cat to the vet because she was sleeping all morning and suddenly woke up to throw up or something like that."

"oh no! will saturn be okay?" penelope asked looking over to max which he nodded in response and assured her the cat would be fine.

he let everyone on his stream know he had to go due to a family emergency and quickly got ready to go.

just before he could leave kelly was still going on about last night. "you just got back home and you're leaving again? over that stupid cat? over that whor-"

"watch it." he quickly turned over to face her giving her a look. "i already told you that i crashed at charles's and had it been one of our cats i would've booked a flight home as soon as i could."

"but you are always putting her first.." he began walking towards the door but she blocked it with her arms crossed. "if you leave to go see her, i hope she lets you stay at her house because you will not be welcomed here anymore."

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you flicked max's forhead as soon as he arrived to your apartment and before he could even ask why you just did that, you were already carefully swooping saturn into your arms. "she only hangs around your cats so it's your fault this happened to her!"

in that moment max already figured out what had happened because his mind went back to finding saturn being real cozy with one of his cats one time.

"in my defen- ow!" you had just flicked him again and placed saturn back down onto your couch just to hit him with a pillow.

he stopped the next hit and he chuckled as he threw it at you. "she'll live but yes i'm sorry i should've told you when i saw them getting close."

so to keep you calm he did what he always did back when you guys were together and you were a bit mad with him, ordered your favorite kind of pizza and put on one of your shows you like to rewatch every now and then.

before the both of you knew it the sun had gone down and you wondered why he stayed as long as he did this time, he would never stay more than an hour.

"well i'll take these to sink..." you quietly said once you felt his head rest on your shoulder meaning he was starting to fall asleep. "i can bring you a blanket if you'd like or?"

"i can wash them." he shook his head and stood up, grabbing the plates from your hand. "but i do want to finish this episode with you so bring the blanket."

you nodded going into your room and grabbed one of the many blankets you had on your bed.

this was starting to remind you of every time you guys broke up, he'd show up buy you the pizza and watch the shows he swore up and down he hated then he'd somehow swoop you off your feet.

the both of you guys had always tried seeing other people in the short time you guys were broke up but it never worked and it resulted in finding your way back to each other — but the both of you had been broken up for three years now so you just always figured there was no chance of getting back together since he was now with kelly and he seemed genuinely happy.

when you brought back the blanket max was already laying down on the couch and just as you were about to hand it to him, he pulled you onto him and you tried getting up but he held onto you. "max, you can't do this to kelly..."

"she kicked me out, it's done."

even though you still felt a bit wrong about this whole situation, your arms wrapped around his neck and hid your head into the crook of his neck.

you had missed this feeling.

"you don't understand how much i missed you baby..." he found this as an opportunity to hug you tighter and place a kiss onto the side of your head. "i should've never let you leave me in the first place."

you groaned hearing those words and he chuckled. "it was a pretty dumb decision."

you guys were now locking eyes and he wanted to kiss you but he stopped himself before he could. "i want you to know this isn't a rebound thing, i want to make this work with you but for real this time. no more breakups."

"no more breakups." you repeated his words with a little nod. "but we're taking this slow max so no kissing right now."

he groaned and sighed. "fine but stay here with me so i can look after you."

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Bed Sheets

Lee Know x roommate afab!reader

A/N: This is the longest fic I've made to this day, so I hope you guys like it. I was supposed to finish it yesterday, but I fell asleep... If you want to be added to my taglist please comment under this post! I hope you guys liked this because it was really fun to write!! I really hope you guys like it!!!!!!

CW: Kinda Perv!Lee Know/big dick Lee Know, but the reader is also kind of pervy. One bed trope! Having to cuddle for warmth trope! Unprotected sex (please don't for your own safety), Lee Know calls reader kitten, cum eating. (idk what else)

WC: 2.6k

It was the dead of winter, snow was falling making the ground look like it was covered in a blanket. It was currently 11 at night, and you had just done your entire nighttime skincare routine. The lotion soaked into your face when your roommate’s cat, Soonie, strutted into your room like he did every night. Purring as he wrapped around your legs and brushed himself against you. You felt like that was your cue to finally put your bed sheets on, ready to curl up with a good book on your silk bedsheets after taking an everything shower. 

“Lee Minho get your ass in here!” you yelled across your shared apartment.  As soon as you placed them down, Soonie threw up all over your sheets. “What?” he walked up to your room, leaning his body on the frame. “Look at what your son did to my bed sheets” You looked at him with a face of disgust, but not anger.

“What do you mean my son? Last time I checked you told me Soonie is yours and laughed when he slept in your room at night instead of mine.” He looked at you with his signature stoic face. 

“But that was before he barfed all over my only sheets,” you whined “Please just clean it up already, you know just the thought of someone vomiting makes me nauseous.” 

“Fine,” he said with a sigh, getting some paper towels from the kitchen. “Where are you going to sleep now though? You only have one set of sheets and I know you don’t want to sleep on the… couch” his face ridden with disgust. 

It wasn’t like the couch was that bad of a place, but when you walked into Jisung fucking a girl on it you vowed to never sit on the couch or be in a 5-foot radius without having to take a shower after. You guys even offered Jisung to take the couch but he said how you guys “now have a little piece of him.” You kicked him out of your apartment after he said that and did not let him come back without cheesecake and a horror movie marathon as a way to apologize. 

“I would rather sleep in Soonie’s vomit than on that couch,” you said with a deadpan face. “Suit yourself,” he replied, already ready to leave your room without cleaning up Soonies… incident. 

“Wait! Come back Minho,” you yelled, “please just clean this up for me. I’ll make you breakfast in bed” you pleaded. He was still walking away, about to go back to his room when you offered something he could not resist. “I’ll buy you pudding for the rest of the month.”

Now that got his attention, he came scurrying back to your room ready to clean your room. “You have a deal, now please get out of my way. The faster I finish this, the faster I can find what places sell the most expensive pudding” he said with a grin.

After he cleaned up Soonie’s mess he came back into your room seeing you on the floor reading your book. “Are you going to sleep on the floor tonight?” he asked knowing if you did you were going to complain about your back all of tomorrow. “I guess that’s what I have to do because I have no sheets to cover the wet spot on my mattress,” you groaned getting ready for the most uncomfortable sleep of your life.

“You can always sleep on my bed if you want” 

“Really? The Lee Minho will let me sleep on his bed? Did hell freeze over? Are you sick?” you questioned. “If you wanna sleep on the floor be my guest.” He shrugged turning out of your room. “Wait!” you ran up to him giving him a bear hug from the backside, “I never said no.” 

He chuckled at your response, “Go to bed, I’m gonna finish cleaning this up.” 

Even though you are Lee Know have been roommates for years, you’ve only been in his room a couple of times. Almost all of them were to wake him up or ask him a question when he wasn’t in the living room. You took everything in as you stepped into his room. Lee Know was a minimalist, not having much in his room other than his desk, bed, dresser, nightstand, and a cat tree for Soonie, Doongie, and Dori. You didn’t really expect much from his room. He had a few pictures of him with you, Jisung, and the rest of his friends. 

“y/n, are you done snooping through my room because I’m tired,” he said to you while taking off his slippers. “Calm down grumpy pants, I’m just assessing what’s going to be my sleeping position, I don’t know what side of your room I like better yet. Don’t you want me to wake up happy enough to make you a delicious plate of breakfast in bed?” you pouted at him. 

“Just get on the damn bed” he grunted at you. You finally got into his bed, his comforter was so nice and cozy, but it was weird having a huge warm body next to you. You finally fell asleep after 30 minutes of tossing and turning. 

You woke up to your body shivering, for some reason, the room was so cold. You turned to see Lee Know also shivering, his body shaking with each breath he took. You shook him awake “Lee Know, please wake up it’s so cold” you whimpered, regretting wearing shorts in the winter. “Fuck, why is it so cold?” he asked you finally realizing how the room felt like it was below freezing. He opened his phone to see a text from your landlord. “The power went out due to the snow and the backup generator isn’t working. That means the heat isn’t working either.” You could hear a tinge of annoyance in his voice. “How are we supposed to keep warm then?” you whined to him. Your body was getting colder by the second and your teeth began to chatter. 

“We could cuddle?” he suggested a bit giggle in his voice. You and Minho cuddle all the time, especially during movie nights on the couch. This was the first time he ever asked you to do it on his bed, but dire times are dire times, so it wasn’t a terrible suggestion. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, and he did the same, making you guys feel like a ball. 

Even after fifteen minutes of trying to combine heat by cuddling, you were still freezing. Your teeth began chattering again and you couldn’t take it anymore. “Minho, is there anything else we could do, I’m still freezing.” 

“There is one more thing we can do, but I don’t think you will like it” he sighed. He was afraid you were going to think he was perverted for even suggesting it. “Please anything, I don’t care what it is, but if I don’t get even a bit warmer in the next 10 minutes I might just turn into an icicle.”

He laughed at you, you were so cute when you were angry. “We could combine body heat,” he said affirmatively. “What do you mean, we are already oh…” you replied. “We can do that, but you're getting naked first, I don’t want to be the only one naked” you giggled. 

“Yah! What do you mean naked?” he asked with a concerned face, “We are still wearing our underwear silly.” He pressed your forehead with his finger. “Obviously, you really thought I was going to get butt naked?” you asked him giggling at his assumption. 

“No, that’s not what I thought, I thought you thought that.” He kept rambling until you stopped him. “Please can you just take off your clothes, I’m going to die from hypothermia or whatever it is.” 

He sighed, taking off his shirt and pants as you did the same. You couldn’t see much in the dark of the night, but you forgot how broad his shoulders were. You sometimes forget how beautiful Minho was because he constantly pestered you. “Are you done staring at me?” he asked. You looked at him gobsmacked “I am not staring! Plus you can not even see my eyes, mister. Now get to cuddling.” you said with the most assertive voice you could muster. You were thanking god that he couldn’t see the blush that was riddled on your cheeks, and the same went for him. 

The last time he saw you naked was by accident. You were in your room changing and he opened the door without knowing. Somehow you didn’t notice or hear him, but he saw you. You were wearing a lace bralette and cute white panties with a pink bow on it. He just stared in awe and quickly turned into his room to take a cold shower, which didn’t help, at all. That was engraved in his mind for months, and he would feel guilty every time he jerked off to the thought of you, on your knees taking you in his mouth, or him pulling aside your cute little underwear and fucking you til all you knew was his name. He would never admit this out loud, but he was obsessed with you. He just didn’t have the balls to tell you. 

You finally wrapped yourself around him again, feeling his entire body pressed into yours. Finally feeling warm and at peace, you fell asleep in his arms. Minho, on the other hand, couldn’t fall asleep. The feeling of your body pressed against his was something he could only imagine in his wildest fantasies. It was taking everything out of him to not just rut his hardening cock into you. He tried and tried to fall asleep, that was until he could feel your pussy grinding straight onto his cock, moaning his name. 

“Fuck kitten, don’t do that to me” he moaned. You slowly woke up to hear his moan, rubbing your eyes awake. “Minho?” you asked with such innocence in your voice he felt like he could cum right there and then. “Kitten, go back to sleep, nothing happened.” 

“I can’t, I’m so wet, just for you” you pleaded, he could see your doe eyes pleading even through the dark. “Fuck,” he replied. 

Little did he know, you purposely pretended you were sleeping. Him liking you was no surprise to you. You knew that he saw you in your underwear and you knew he had been jerking off to you. You heard him when you came home early one day. The image of him moaning your name while cumming all over himself was engraved in your mind. You would fuck yourself on your vibrator thinking of him. You were waiting for the perfect opportunity, and you were finally given one. 

You slowly palmed his dick through his boxers. “Don’t start something you can’t finish kitten” he grabbed your hand. “But I want it so bad” you whimpered into his ear kissing it and then his lips slowly. He couldn’t take it anymore. He flipped himself on top of you, kissing your neck. “You wanted this didn’t you?” trailing his kisses down your neck to your chest biting along as he went. “Fuck, I wanted it so bad” you moaned into his ear. “Wanted this for so long you have no idea.”

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered into your ear before pulling your bralette down and sucking on your nipple. You could feel his erection on your thigh. It was throbbing and you needed to feel it inside of you. “Please, need it in me Minho,” you whispered. He waited for you to say those words for the last two years. 

“Fuck kitten, I need you around me, but I gotta stretch you out first.”  He slowly pulled down your panties, removing them and putting them in his nightstand drawer for later. Slowly putting one finger into your soaking cunt. “So good Minho, so good sir.” He moaned in response. “Can’t believe one finger is enough for your cunt to squeeze around my finger like this. You are gonna let me add a second one, let me stretch you out to get ready for my cock aren’t you?” 

“Yes sir, going to be so good for you, going to let you fuck me with your big cock. Please, sir, give me another finger, I need you, need to cum around your fingers.” you pleaded. 

“Awe, does kitten need another finger, I’ll give you another finger.” he slowly added another one, and to give you more stimulation he ran his tongue against your clit. “Fuck!” you yelled and started yanking on his hair. “Fuck, this pussy is sweeter than any pudding I’ve ever eaten. You are going to let me eat it any time I want, right kitten?” he moaned against your clit. That’s all you needed to cum. Your body shaking feeling his fingers hit that spongey spot inside you over and over again.  

He slowly took his cock out of his boxers, stroking it. It was the biggest you think you have ever had, but also the prettiest. It wasn’t too thick, but it was long. You didn’t know how you would be able to take it inside of you. “Don’t worry y/n it will fit, you are going to take my cock so well aren’t you?” 

“Yes sir, going to take it so well” you whined wanting to feel it inside you. He was going back to his nightstand drawer when you reached out your hand to stop him. “Please give it to me raw, I’m on birth control and I’m clean.” Just by you saying that and the thought of cumming inside you was enough for him. “I’m clean too, but are you sure y/n, I don’t mind wearing a condom.” Before he could even finish his sentence, you grabbed his cock, slipping his tip through your folds. “Want it inside of me raw Minho,” you whimpered. That was enough confirmation for him. 

He slowly pushed his cock into you, the stretch not feeling too much because he already prepped you, but it was so deep, you felt like you could cum from him just putting it inside of you. “Fuck kitten, your pussy is taking me so well, wish we did this before, it’s like you were made for me.” he moaned while thrusting into you. He slowly started playing with your clit. “Wanted you so bad sir, wanted you for so long.” That’s all he needed to start thrusting into you deeper. Each thrush hitting your g-spot perfectly. With the stimulation of his finger on your clit, you couldn’t do it anymore. You started clenching down on him harder and harder. 

Your cunt was locking him in and all he could do was groan. The final push was when he moaned directly into your ear. You came all over his cock letting your moans hit his ear. He pulled out of you stroking his cock “Where do you want me to cum kitten, where do you want it?” 

“I want it in my mouth” you begged and that was all he needed. He pushed his cock into your mouth causing you to deep throat it, cumming down your throat. “Fuck, I can’t believe we didn’t do that sooner.” you giggled. He kissed your cheek “I agree.” 

You both fell asleep in each other’s arms only for you to wake up to make him breakfast like you promised. He came up behind you seeing you wearing his shirt and gave you a big hug “You know I could get used to this more often” he said kissing your cheek.

[eoieopda]

[svt as fuckboi archetypes]

disclaimer: don’t take it seriously. i was having a convo. with my sister about my truly tragic dating history, and now we’re all going to hold hands n process it together.

seungcheol: big “air mattress on the floor” energy. his gaming set-up is expensive and immaculate, but he’ll be goddamned if he spends a dime on — idk — a bed frame, for example. don’t sit on his chair, though, because it’s specifically angled for his lumbar-support needs.

jeonghan: the “i quit” dude at the show who still consistently asks to bum both a cigarette and a light. you’re not getting that lighter back, and he will not, in fact, “get you back” for the uber back to yours or the take-out he weasels out of you on the way. he’ll charm you out of caring about it, too :’(

joshua: it’s giving “anyway, here’s wonderwall”. why did he even bring his guitar to this party? you don’t know, and you’re not gonna ask because the answer will make you want to fuck him less, and you really, really want to fuck him.

junhui: the one that passes out immediately after sex, leaving you trapped in that “….should i…. leave? is staying…. fine?” liminal space. he wakes up in the middle of the night, wakes you up, and informs you that you chose wrong and “should probably head out” because he has to work in the morning.

wonwoo: the one that turns every conversation into a debate. you may have a literal degree in xyz, but he is serving fresh takes™️, so listen up, diva! the dick game is god-tier, though, so you’re just going to mentally replace the sound of his voice with a different muppet’s in every conversation and wait for him to shut up <3

soonyoung: the house guest!!! he’s going to miss every single hint you drop about wanting to sleep alone. he’s going to leave a sweatshirt in your drawer so he can be comfortable next time. he doesn’t do “one-night-stands”; he does residencies. hope you didn’t have other plans this weekend :/ (eta: i wrote a fic based on this head canon — sweatshirt season, posted 10/29/23 — which you can read here!)

woozi: he asks if he can say “i love you” during sex because it gets him hot, and then he later informs you that you can no longer hook up because things are “moving too fast”.

dokyeom: you’ve been hooking up for a few weeks, and now he’s babbling about wanting to go to xyz place with you at some point in the distant future. he says it like he’s deadass about it, then looks at you funny if you ask him to get drinks tomorrow night. good luck, charlie!

mingyu: the stage-five clinger. he’s never had a fuck buddy before, and it shows. he has no idea what this dynamic is supposed to be despite a) suggesting it in the first place, b) numerous conversations about it, and c) repeated affirmations that he isn’t looking for a relationship. but he’s PRETTY, okay??

minghao: halley’s comet has nothing on this mf. he dm’s you once a year, you have the best night of your life, then he is gone girl for the next 364. you and your friends have a bet going in the group chat to see how many consecutive months he’ll leave you on read.

seungkwan: the one that has never — not even once — asked you a personal question. that’s not to say he doesn’t talk; he never stops. you’ve learned everything about him (his home phone number from childhood, the names of all his coworkers + his thoughts about them), against your will. frankly, you’re not sure if he even remembers your name atp because he relies exclusively on a generic pet name.

vernon: he talks a big game about meeting up, missing you, etc., but when the plans are laid, he “fell asleep, i’m so sorry, i’m just now seeing this!! :(” you washed your hair for this? rip.

dino: the foster puppy!!! he’s an emotionally unavailable, certifiable mess when you get him. you clean him up, train him, and the second he gets his shit together, he’s off. he’s found his forever home, and he’s coincidentally getting married on your birthday. sorry, bestie!!

[thedemoninme141]

Her Heartbeat, Chapter 3: Her Eyes.

Summary: Your eyes look through Wednesday, why?

Warnings: Not much idk Wednesday being a Meanie?EmotionallyConfusedWendesday! Fluff.

Previous Chapter Worklist

As the ceremony ended and the guests filed out, Wednesday found herself beside you once again. You looked at her, your eyes still glistening, and she could see the satisfaction and relief etched on your face. "So," Wednesday said, "you planned all this?" You nodded, the smile never leaving your lips. "I couldn't let her miss her own wedding, could I?" "You’re ridiculous," she said, though her tone lacked its usual bite. "Well you’re still here, aren't you?" you pointed out, your tone teasing. Wednesday didn’t respond right away, just stared at you. She literally just met you a few hours ago, and it annoyed her, the way you seemed to have a pull on her she couldn’t explain. Finally, she spoke. "Because now it’s your turn to fulfill your end of the deal," she reminded you

"Oh, that’s right. What was it again? Do you need a skeleton for some ancient ritual? I know a guy—" "I need a partner for my court-ordered anger management sessions," Wednesday interrupted, her voice as sharp as ever, though something about her stance was different. A little more hesitant. You blinked, momentarily surprised, but then quickly shook your head, grinning. "Right! Anger therapy. I remember now. Enid was talking about this, she felt a little guilty." You casually mentioned Enid, and Wednesday’s mind immediately latched onto that detail. So, you knew Enid. Perhaps she could pry more information from her later—dig into your true intentions. "So, what’s your answer?" Wednesday pressed, half-expecting you to refuse now that your initial goal had been achieved. "Of course! I will go with you. So, when and where do I need to show up? Just tell me, and I’ll be there." For a moment, Wednesday just stared at you. How you looked at her, how the colours in your eyes just seemed to deepen the longer she looked at them. It was… unsettling. And even more unsettling was how she wasn’t immediately repelled by it. No.. this has to stop. "Tomorrow, 4 p.m. in front of Weathervane Cafe. Be there on time. I despise waiting." You grinned. "You got it. I’ll be right there at 3:59." Wednesday rolled her eyes, though there was the faintest hint of something...something close to amusement in her expression. She hated how easily you disarmed her with your lightheartedness, how your casual approach to everything seemed to slip past her usual defenses.

The honk of your dad's car pulled her out of her thoughts. "Come on Wednesday, I will drop you back to Nevermore." You went to the car and opened the door for her with an annoying grin, "After you, my lady." She rolled her eyes but slid into the seat without complaint. You settled back in the seat, you fished out a pair of worn, cheap headphones from your bag, putting them on with a content sigh, closing your eyes as you lost yourself in whatever music you were listening to. Wednesday studied you—your face calm, almost serene, opposite of the chaotic mood she had just witnessed. How can you be both? Wednesday couldn’t stop glancing at you from the corner of her eye. The warmth in her chest hadn’t disappeared. If anything, it had intensified. She didn’t understand it. You were too sentimental, too cheerful yet as reckless as her. And there was something about your presence that didn’t aggravate her the way others did. She couldn’t explain it, and that annoyed her more than anything. As you pulled up to Nevermore, Wednesday opened the door and stepped out. She turned back, half-expecting you to follow, but you remained in the car, headphones still in place. Annoyance flickered in her chest. “Well? Are you coming or not?” she asked, trying to sound as uninterested as she could. You shook your head, smiling gently. “I have to go somewhere but I’ll see you tomorrow anyway.” Wednesday stared at you for a moment longer, feeling that strange pull again, something she didn’t quite understand but couldn’t ignore. Without another word, she nodded, closed the car door, and watched as you drove away, leaving her standing at the entrance of Nevermore.

Wednesday didn’t like how her chest suddenly felt… hollow. You were just some random person she met today. Why did it feel so wrong to see the car driving away?

As your dad’s car cruised down the road, you pulled out your diary from your bag. You reached into your pocket and took out the photo of Cupcake's Wedding. You stapled it carefully onto the page, smiling fondly at the image, you ticked the box next to the words “Unite two hearts.”

Next up, Save A Life.

Once inside her dorm room, she found Enid sitting cross-legged on her bed, chatting away with Ajax over video call. When does she even stop? Enid glanced up as Wednesday entered, putting Ajax on mute. “Hey! How was your day?” Wednesday ignored the question. “Enid, who exactly is Y/n?” Enid’s eyes lit up. “Y/n? Yeah, she is a friend. She left a few weeks before you came to Nevermore without saying anything. We all thought she transferred, but then she returned last week… wait. You’ve met her?” Wednesday nodded. “She’s my anger management partner.” Enid clapped "Great, you finally found someone! So, what's in it for her?" Wednesday groaned, her mind replaying the events of the day. The strange way everything had unfolded. “I may have… done a few favors.” Enid’s eyes widened, already imagining the worst. “Oh no. Wednesday, what did you do this time? You didn’t help her bury a body or something, right?” Wednesday rolled her eyes. “Nothing serious Enid. I Just broke into an asylum, knocked out a doctor, kidnapped an old woman, attended her wedding. You know, the usual.” Enid blinked. “What?”

Wednesday woke up with a scowl that could curdle milk, her mind still buzzing with fragments of the night before. She was already in a mood, but something about today made it worse. Maybe it was the awkward pull in her chest she felt every time she thought about...

As she sat in the quad for breakfast, her eyes betrayed her resolve, wandering across the courtyard. She didn’t mean to, but there you were—laughing and chatting with a group of students, your eyes, how can she even notice the shine of your eyes from here? Your smile—that damn smile. Her stomach churned. Ugh. Why did she feel this way every time she saw you smiling? It was infuriating.

You noticed her staring. Your smile widened, and you waved. Wednesday immediately tore her eyes away, pretending the entire exchange never happened, though she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. Embarrassment? No, it was annoyance.

She sat stiffly as Enid chattered beside her about something she couldn’t care less about. Within a minute, Yoko and Divina joined them, Bianca arrived shortly after, as did Eugene. The table was filling up, and so was Wednesday’s patience.

“So, Wednesday,” Bianca said with her usual smirk, “you seemed a little off this morning. Trouble sleeping? Or was it just the usual brooding?” Wednesday didn't bother responding. She was trying to keep herself composed. Normally, Bianca’s little digs were easy enough to ignore, but today was different. She couldn’t explain why, but something about Bianca’s voice grated on her nerves more than usual, your laugh was still ringing in her ears. Seeing that her words didn’t land, Bianca pressed on, her voice taunting. “Or maybe you’re still upset about not finding a therapy buddy, you know, if you ask me nicely again, I might accept." Before Wednesday could snap back, Enid chimed in brightly. “Actually, Wednesday found someone already. You know, that Y/n girl.” Bianca’s her smirk deepened. “Really? Wednesday became so desperate that she had to ask Y/n?” That did it. Wednesday’s fingers tightened around her fork "At least she isn't feeble enough like some siren who uses her powers to make people feel perfect for money, oh wait, she can't even do that now so she needs her daughter's help." she hissed, her eyes cold and unyielding. "Why did you even reject your mother's offer? You think you will prove yourself to her? You’ll end up just like her anyway, desperate and pathetic.”

The entire quad went dead silent.. some gasped.. Bianca’s face froze, the shock hitting her like a slap. Bianca’s face twisted in fury, but she didn’t say a word. She stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the stone ground as she turned and walked away, Divina quickly followed, throwing a cold look Wednesday’s way.

Enid sighed “Wednesday! That was too much!” Eugene chipped in, “Yeah, uh, that was… a low blow. Really low.” Yoko leaned back, sipping her drink casually. “Yikes. Is it that time of the month, Addams?” Wednesday shot her a glare so venomous it could’ve killed. Yoko held up her hands in surrender “Okay, okay. Chill.” But Wednesday wasn’t in the mood for any more conversation. Without a word, she pushed back her chair and stood, the eyes of the quad following her as she walked away. She didn’t care. They could all go to hell for all she was concerned. She needed to get through this day before she strangled someone. “Wednesday!” Of course. Fine then. Maybe she would strangle you. "What?" Wednesday spat, spinning around to face you. You hesitated, sensing her anger. "Umm..." "Waste my—" she started, but you interrupted. "Yeah, yeah. Waste your time, murder me, turn me into a corpse, blah blah. Anyway, what happened back there?" "None of your business," Wednesday snapped. "Okay," you said, not pushing the subject. Wednesday couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or relieved that you didn’t press for details. But she couldn’t stop herself. "Why do you care?" "I mean, I am supposed to be your therapy session partner, right?" you replied. "I would have to tell the group leader if you aren’t making any progress." Wednesday’s eyes flared. "YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING. YOU WILL NOT PROLONG MY STAY THERE." "Okay, okay, I was just kidding. I know Bianca probably said something to piss you off, but was it really bad enough to air her sensitive secret like that in front of everyone?" Wednesday huffed. "She should’ve known better than to mess with me. I do not care about her, I do not care about anyone." But then something happened, you looking at her eyes... no.. into her eyes. "But you do care," you said calmly "You care about Enid. You care about Eugene. Hell, you even cared about me. You literally just met me yesterday and helped me so much. So stop lying to yourself." Wednesday stiffened, looking away from your eyes and started walking as you struggled to catch up. "First, It wasn’t because I was angered—I am never angered. It was a calculated move against Bianca. Secondly, if you're here to become another one of my therapists, you can leave" You groaned. "Ugh, fine. And for your information, I hate therapists too." "As if someone as full of annoying enthusiasm ever needed one." "Nope, I once beat an old man with a stick." you said casually. "Yeah, sure. TOTALLY believe that. And why are you still following me?" "Wednesday, you do not own the math class. Other students have that too. But hey, look on the bright side. You’re stuck with meeee," you teased, drawing out the last word. Wednesday groaned. This day was getting worse by the minute.

Next Chapter [Author's Note: Comment how you guys think about this chapter. I don't mind critics. I was too sleepy when I wrote this lol.]

[illicitlimerence-writes]

guiding lights | m. verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x singer!actress!reader word count: 1.7k words request: nope, at least i don’t think so. prompt: putting up decorations ⎯ “wow… that’s… a lot of lights.” from this prompt list. not my prompts, credits to the person who created it! warnings: allusions to sex, language, idk what else a/n: am i ready to jump back into a month-long challenge? nope, but i will try my best. i have tomorrow’s fic ready but i’m not too sure i’ll be able to complete this lol. friendly reminder that my requests are closed!

my masterlist / this is part of the 'superheroes and flat caps' series. find all the parts here! / 25 days of christmas masterlist

she sighed, dropping her luggage once she opened the door, leaning her weight against it to close it as she entered her home. the house was cold, and dark. not even the light in the kitchen was on, which dropped her spirits a little.

it was officially the start of her winter holidays, max’s had started a week prior, -technically two, but he’d had other events that first week - which meant he’d been all alone in their house for a week, bored out of his mind with no company or distractions other than his simulator, netflix, or their daily videochats. 

during those last ones, she’d insisted he visited some of his friends, or invited them into their new home, but he refused, said she was supposed to be there to welcome guests, too. it was their first official home, and max couldn’t take all the credit for scoring such a great place like that. their new house was big, spacious, without being too much. she’d drawn a line when the real estate agent showed them a house with not one but two jaccuzis, in the backyard, besides a really large pool. she could see max was really, actually contemplating it, but she shook her head and muttered ‘uh-uh,’ her eyes open in a way that said ‘don’t even think about it.’ 

so, max was really taking the word ‘vacation’ literally. doing absolutely nothing but sit on the couch and watch movies - a few big releases he’d missed during the year-, and yell at the tv whenever a character did something stupid. he was living his best life.

meanwhile, she was working hard, finishing her new album, planning release dates and other marketing strategies ahead of the new year. and once everything was planned, she was more than eager, ready, to go home.

although this welcome wasn’t what she’d had in mind when she thought of finally coming home to max. it seemed that he’d finally listened to her advice and had gone out of the house, for once. she couldn’t be upset about it, max wasn’t someone that took solitude easily, he enjoyed being around people, although he didn’t express it verbally most of the time. 

she turned on the lights as she made her way in, grabbing her suitcase and walking to the washing room, making a mental note to wash all of her stuff the following day. after that, she walked further into the house, and couldn’t help but smile, a soft, content sigh leaving her lips as she took in the fact that this was theirs. not just hers, or max’s, but theirs. they’d jumped into this adventure together, and it still didn’t feel real.

a thud coming from upstairs caught her attention, she frowned as she heard another sound, like something had fallen. she rushed to a closet, where max kept his golf clubs, and grabbed one, soundlessly walking up the steps. there was an open door, the third room to the right, what they’d decided would be max’s space. she got closer, trying to peek her head in, and just at that second, max came out of the room.

she yelled, both in shock and surprise, which caused max to do the same.

“why are you holding a club?!” he yelled/asked, making her drop the object to the floor.

“i thought you were a burglar!” she ran her hand through her hair, feeling her heartbeat quickening, “i saw all the lights out and thought you were out somewhere,” she closed her eyes and placed a hand on her chest, catching her breath.

“jesus,” max’s chest was heaving, and they both stood there for a few seconds, recovering from the scare, and once that had passed, she jumped straight in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, he turned, placing her back against the wall for support, and looked her in the eyes, saying the words he’d been waiting for since he got to monaco, “welcome home.”

she smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close, she buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent and relaxing under his touch. one of his hands found its way to her hair, he tilted his head and placed a kiss to her neck as he curled his fingers around her hair.

“did you finish the song?” he asked, there was one song left in the album that was not ready yet. and she was okay with it not being in the album, she wanted to perfect it, no matter how long it took. ‘you are in love’ was being a pain in her ass, but this song felt too special, too important for them, for their relationship. 

“not yet.” she sighed, “i guess you’ll just have to do more romantic things for me.” she chuckled.

max stilled for a second, before laughing as well, kissing her again as he led her to their room.

-

after catching up (and making up for lost time), a forgotten thought ran through her mind.

“hey, what were you doing in your office earlier? when i came in?” she asked, looking up at him, her chin resting on his chest, fingers playing with the gold chain hanging from his neck.

“oh!, i was getting something i needed,”

“for what?”

“something.”

“and what’s that something?” she raised an eyebrow.

“a surprise, for you. but it’s not ready yet. actually, i should go finish,” he said, gently cupping her chin and lifting her from his chest, he got up from the bed, putting on clean boxers and sweatpants, and throwing a hoodie on. 

“maxwell?” she called for him, max chuckled, it always humored him how she’d find different names to call him when she was annoyed at him, “you’re not seriously leaving me like this, right now,” she held the sheets up to her chest, watching him look back with a smile on his face. 

“i’ll be right back.” he declared.

“max!”

“you’ll like it, i swear!”

“payback’s a bitch!” she reminded him, falling down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“i’ll be waiting for it, then. i’ll come back for you when it’s ready!” she heard his voice getting lower as he walked down the stairs, getting farther away from her.

-

she took her time alone to take a warm shower, doing her extended skincare routine, noticing how some of her products were less ful than what she remembered from the last time she was home. she chuckled at the thought of max experimenting with her products, applying the creams and serums to his face as his thought process told him to. 

“it’s done!” max said as he walked in the room, his head whipping around as he looked for her. “baby?” he asked.

“bathroom!” she said, and turned her head to look at him as she finished washing her hands. 

“you stole my hoodie,” he noticed.

“what happened to ‘what’s mine is yours’?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“there’s not a ring on my finger yet,” he said, making her laugh.

“there’s not one on mine either. better treat me right if you want me to stay,” she teased, “you’ve got points off for leaving me like that.”

“oh, but this will make up for it, i swear.”

“hm, that’s up to me to decide.”

he grabbed her hand, bringing her close to him, his free hand found her cheek, pressing his lips against hers, she responded softly, sliding an arm on his waist, curling her fingers on the fabric of his sweatshirt. her other hand reached inside his hoodie, grabbing the chain and seeing the small charm again, a smile on her face as she remembered the moment she saw it for the first time.

“no persuading me,” she tapped his nose, “now show me.”

he grabbed her hands, leading her out of the room and down the stairs, meanwhile he spoke.

“so i know this is our second christmas together, but it’s our first in our new home, and we have to make it special, right?” he asked, waiting for her to agree.

“right,” she said warily, not knowing where this was headed.

“we’ll need to get a lot more decorations compared to what we had last year, we have so much space here. anything you want. and i know you looove sparkles, so-” he said, leaving her through the sliding door, out into the garden, where everything she could see was warm glowing light.

little lights everywhere. and i mean, everywhere. 

around the trunks of the trees, all along the edge of the pool, the chairs and the roof of the house. even a few christmas trees made completely out of lights.

“wow, that’s… a lot of lights,” she whispered, overwhelmed by the amount of lights everywhere she looked.

“yeah, they’re to guide you home,” he said cheesily, a sly smile on his face. it was meant to be a joke, but she grinned at him, loving how open max had become to express his love for her, to her.

she hugged him, wrapping her arms around him so tight that max huffed out a little, before placing his arms around her shoulders and placing a kiss to the top of her head. 

“you know… when i said about doing more romantic things… i didn’t mean like right now. not that i’m complaining but-”

“i know. i just… i don’t know, i feel like since this is out first christmas and other holidays here, i think we should go all out.”

“that’s alright, we can do that.” she nodded, turning her head around, her eye catching a different kind of glimmer. the chain hanging from his neck, the charm with her initial on it, seemed to sparkle, reflecting the lights all around them as he moved. he grabbed her hands, taking a step back and twirled her around. she chuckled, not expecting the movement. she came back to him, placing a hand on his chest as he pulled her close. he started swaying, his free hand meeting her waist. and they slow danced under the moonlight, and all the christmas lights. “thank you. i love it.”

“you’re very welcome,” he smiled, kissing the side of her temple. 

“you’re paying the electric bill this month and next, though,” she made it clear.

“yup, i figured.” he laughed.

“we can start decorating tomorrow,” she declared.

[eletricheart]

Hi request time I bet you have no clue who this is :)

So I was wondering, to complete the Donna beneviento x daughter series, in which SOMEONE killed her daughter, what if donna gets desperate and asks mother miranda to revive her child and a fluffy ending? Thank youuu!

Oh also maybe remove the scissors from her forehead or something that looks a lil uncomfy but idk :D

Daffodil

(Donna Beneviento x daughter!reader)

part 1

*from my spotify

Word count: 1109

my oh my i wonder who sent this🤨

TW: google translate italian

ps: fluff today, fluff tomorrow, fluff forever

ps2: pls lmk any mistakes, not proofread

ps3: florence's song at the end

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The knocks on the door at the Manor became more insistent as the minutes went by. Donna, still frozen attached to your cold figure, did nothing to acknowledge the noise, hoping it would cease and reunite her with you.

Tired of being polite, Mother Miranda broke the handle and walked in, quickly looking for the dollmaker, expecting for at least one of her children to be alive.

The priestess found Donna sitting on the ground holding you, the bloodied scissors long discarded on the floor.

The older woman sighed and kneeled to be at eye level, gently touching the Lady’s shoulder. “It’s okay, let’s go to my lab. We’ll fix this.”

Donna turned to look at the priestess with an exhausted expression and shook her head. “It won't work, it never does.”

The dollmaker started to cry again, pulling your body closer while Miranda stared in unusual sympathy. “We’ll make it work, come with me and I’ll bring her back to you.”

Donna knew that most of her promises were false, only a way to seize control. But what did she have to lose? So she nodded and allowed Miranda to carry you to her laboratory.

The dollmaker didn't leave your side, not even when the priestess made it clear on how annoying her presence was. She stayed, held your hand, and waited.

You awoke three days after the operation, Angie was sleeping beside you in (surprisingly) Miranda’s guest room. It didn't take long for the dollmaker to come running into your room, relieved that you were alive. The next few weeks were mostly ensuring your well being but soon enough you and Donna were off to a cabin near the village, at least until the Manor gets properly cleaned and fixed.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Month 1 of recovery

You and Angie were elbows deep into the soil trying to plant a tree during winter, even building a roof around the designated space so that snow wouldn’t fall into it. Of course Donna reminded you both that the soil would freeze due to the low temperatures, and you ignored her.

Obviously the tree plan was a failure once a snowstorm began. You were sitting inside the house watching snow cover your small branch when Donna tapped on your shoulder.

She was holding a trail with gardening tools and Angie beside her holding a pot with dirt. “It’s not gonna grow into a tree, but it’s a start. What do you think?”

You smiled brightly at her and quickly nodded.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Month 6 of recovery

You were attempting to make a two tier cake after watching a movie and hearing Donna say how pretty she thought it was.

You had spent six months showering the dollmaker with gifts as a ‘thank you’ for her embracing you as family. However no amount of trinkets and cleaning felt like enough, so you believed the cake was the best idea ever.

After two hours your resolution was starting to fall. You were covered in flour surrounded by failing tiers.

The baking was easy, having done it multiple times with Donna. However, decoration and setting it up was not in your strength traits.

You were close to crying when Donna stepped into the kitchen, taken back by the mess but rushing to your side once noticing your tearful face.

The dollmaker was gently wiping your tears with a clean napkin. “What happened? Why are you crying?”

You shook your head with a pout. “I didn't mean to make a mess, I just wanted a cake.”

Donna smiled. “You could've called me, we would've made it together.”

You looked down at the floor, suddenly interested in the floor patterns. “It was supposed to be a gift for you.” You mumbled.

The dollmaker nodded and lifted your head. “You do know it’s not my birthday, right?”

You laughed and shrugged. “I just wanted to repay you for everything you've done for me.”

Donna sighed and hugged you.“Oh mia bambina, you do not need to repay me, you being alive is the greatest gift I could ever want.”

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

1 year

Angie was in charge of distracting you at the garden, not a very difficult task since you loved bird watching. Even so, the doll was taking her job very seriously, not even allowing you to glance at the Manor.

Donna, on the other hand, was decorating along with the other dolls. She knew how much your death had an impact on yourself so she decided to make it a special day, so at the very least you could forget him for a day.

The Lady already had all the balloons and confetti ready, even Mother Miranda sent a blood test result stating you were healthy. A weird gift but Donna just assumed the other woman didn't know what presents were.

Noon was nearing when you decided to go back home. Angie knew that the dollmaker was still finishing the cake so she impulsively started a game of hide and seek. Therefore, after an hour of trying to find the doll and ten more minutes of trying to kill her, you both went back home.

You opened the front door, uneased by the darkness and silence but relaxed once seeing two dolls with shining outfits asking you to follow them.

You were positively surprised with the kitchen’s decoration, multiple blooming flowers were surrounding the walls, an only now noticed path of confetti leading to the table with a two tier cake.

Donna was fidgeting in the corner, observing your reaction when you ran to hug her.

The dollmaker had the biggest smile while holding you. “Do you like it?”

You nodded excitedly. “I love it so so so much. Thank you, thank you, really.”

Donna laughed. “Any time.”

After Angie’s demand for cake you moved towards it in order to cut it. You carefully cut a piece and placed it on a plate, holding it in your hand and turning towards the dollmaker. “So…um…I read somewhere that in some places there’s a tradition that when you cut a cake…you give the first piece to someone special for you…so.” You took a deep breath, presenting the cake to Donna who smiled tearfully.

You smiled nervously. “I-I know we’re not really family…but if it’s okay with you…I just want to say that you’re the best mother I’ve ever had. So thank you.”

Donna could feel the tears streaming down her face, quickly pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head. “You are and you will always be my family. You’re my daughter, okay? And I love you so so much.”

You smiled. “I love you too”

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requests are open: masterlist

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Hey this is a Cry. A. River request or idea! Bruce tries to find Y/n (as Batman) and finds them on a hotel balcony staring at the stars, when her sister *cough yellow cough* comes in and comforts her saying "We leave tomorrow, I'll have pearl pack your things." Then y/n continues to stare at the stars crying. Batman's sees and realizes he has to stop her from leaving if it's the last thing he does. Hope this helped your creative flow idk if it will ❤

I hope I can be the ❤ anon!!

☆▪︎¤{Cry. A. River}¤▪︎☆ Yandere Bruce Wayne/Batman x Reader Part 2

[OwO I've never had a ❤️Anon before!! Thank you!]

"My Lady, Mrs. Yellow is here to you," Pearl stated. A small snarl on her face once she sees your sisters servant and her husband.

Not even bothering to wipe your tears, you allowed her in.

Your sister stomps in, her husband following behind before he is told to wait in the hall. The man fumbles with his words before sheepishly smiling and stood beyond your door with their servant. Awaiting his wife's arrival back to his side. Pearl slowly closes the door shut.

"..." Your sister side eyed your pathetic state, a frown plastered on her face. Walking closer to your sulking figure on the bed, she stands beside you. But looks towards the open sky as a cool breeze sweeps in.

"I can't belive this, you only just left, and now your back?" She hissed, glaring down at you. You meet her heated glare as she sighs, exasperated.

"I'm here to bring you back to reality, (Y/N)."

You still at her words, your tears drying up as your sister circled you.

"Just let me grieve.." You say as your guest scoffed.

"It's been years, (Y/N).. Your not the only one who misses her." She relayed, noticing her slip, she upturns her nose. Giving off the attitude of the heiress she was. "We leave tomorrow, I'll have Pearl pack your things."

"..." You don't bother to give a answer as she left the room. The cheer of her husband confronting her once she left your room.

Starring at the small stars glittering in the night sky, your tears pour down like water falls from the high baloney.

"I miss you, wherever you could be. I saw you. But. That wasn't you.." You murmur to yourself.

Unknown to the keen eyes of a night watcher gazing down at you.

"Hello?" You call out, looking around.

"I know you are there." You say, closing your eyes and inhale the musty air of the city as it changes into a strong scent of cologne. Opening them slowly at the man adorn in black, his figure crouched down in front of you from the balcony railing.

"Why are you here?"

You asked him, but he remains quiet as he glares at the droplets of tears falling from your eyes.

You sigh, his slight body movements already telling what he meant. You lower your head.

"Would you like to listen to sad, pathetic woman cry?" You state, uncaring of his judgment.

"No."

You look up at him, "then, what do you want?"

"Your tears, they cause others to weep along with you. Why is that?"

"It means nothing to you."

"It would concern me if you use that power for unjust reasons, miss." Batman retorted gently wiping your eyes with a black glove. His hand lingers, tracing your face as smaller tears escape your sunken (e/c) eyes.

He ceases his movements, lowering himself to stand beside you.

The two of you sharing a soothing silence as the stars looked dimmer than before.

-

"Miss (Y/N)!" A voice calls out to you, a man rushing after you as you were about to step into your ride. The man pants for air, but froze at your dull eyes.

"M-my employer, Mr. Wayne, he wants a conference w-with you." He stuttered, teeth chattering in anxiety while you raise a eyebrow.

"Pearl, grab the paper."

Your right hand holds out her hand for the man, his face flushing a dull pink at her sudden appearance. Handing it over as you walk into the car, Pearl bidding a monotone goodbye after.

-

"I saw you were taken with the art work, I couldn't help but buy the painting."

Bruce said slyly from his desk, watching your widen eyes as you gaze at the painting. Tears falling a mile per minute, creating a river where ever you stepped.

"How much." You ask, gazing at the Wayne. His plump lips curling into a grin, "I cannot resell it. Sorry."

He teases, walking closer to you, your tears no longer present as his shoes stomp over the wet floor behind you. Tilting his neck up to you with a mirthful grin, blue eyes half lidded.

"I'm sure we can-"

"Thank you."

Bruce's words die on his lips at your smile. So big and sweet, gentle but blinding. His heart pounding like a animal in his rib cage.

"I'm glad I got to see it, one last time."

"What do you mean?"

You hum, "I reside in a further part of Gotham, and I certainly don't live in Wayne manor."

"You could visit."

You hold in your laugh as you let out a small gasp. "And do what? Lay about? I already do that enough." Your smile fell, your tears gathering in your eyes once more.

"I'm attending charity ball..." Bruce segways into a new conversation.

"A charity ball? Why tell me this?"

"Wayne enterprises will be donating to runway children cases. Along with a few foster centers." The spark that Bruce saw in your eyes shatter as your shoulders tremble. The Wayne heir lowers his hand to your back as he shuffles you to a small chair in his office.

"What ever could you mean?" You try to shift a little away from him, but his grip on your dress stops you.

"I would like you to join me, as my plus one."

"That is... Forward. Of you.."

"I have to try, can't I?"

"I.."

Pearl knocked on the door, "Mr. Wayne, your secretary is saying you have a meeting to prepare for. It would ve wise for and My Lady to head home." You a drift in your thoughts, send a weak smile his way.

"Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Wayne. I'll think about your offer."

You leave him be before glancing at the painting one last time.

Bruce scowls at the drying tear stains. Finding it harder for him that you keep him content, yet far away from him all the same.

-

[Off, this feels so slowburn omg. Send in batboy and girl reactions please guys!!]

[shinestarhwaa]

Okay idk what your guidelines are but I just read a drabble with wooyoung where it's the readers first time and omg, he would be so caring and just so hot!!

'You're so sensitive for me baby, I can't wait to hear what pretty noises you make for me'

ASFHVNNFYHBKKJB 😱😱

Pls I have a thing for first time smuts and now I'm gonna make a Wooyoung one. SCREAMS. Thank you for the request <3 :)

FEEL / J.WY

I'm about to make you feel

Genre: Smut

Pairing: bestfriend!Wooyoung x reader

Word count: 1.6k

TW: Loss of virginity, alcohol (getting tipsy), Mild hairpulling (Woo receiving), cunnilingus&fingering, dirty talk, protected sex

ENJOY!

It wasn't news to Wooyoung that you were a virgin. You have been friends for more than 8 years, you knew each other in and out. Even when you had a 6 month-relationship with a guy, you had told him you weren't ready to be intimate. Sure, he was gorgeous, sure, he was sweet, but you weren't too comfortable with him. You were much more comfortable with Wooyoung than with your now ex. You were always better with each other.

Tonight felt different, though. You threw a party in your apartment since tomorrow would be your birthday. The apartment was way too small for the amount of people in it. It was filled with hot sweaty bodies dancing on the sexy reggaeton that was bouncing from your speakers.

Everyone was feeling a little tipsy after countless shots and mixed drinks. So tipsy you started to dance with Wooyoung. He smiled and took your hand to pull you closer. You felt your heart beat faster.

'Blue jeans and leather, never looked that hot before'

Your hands ran over his chest, feeling the soft silky material of his half-buttoned blouse, giving you a perfect view of his chest, glittery with sweat. Wooyoung looked so fine. He had never looked this fine before.

You danced the night away with Wooyoung, barely speaking a word. At some moments you had to say goodbye to a few guests leaving, but other than that your attention was all over him.

'I know what you want, I know what you need'

Suddenly he looked 10 times more beautiful than he already was. His smirk grew when you turned around, laid your arm in his neck and started grinding your ass against him.

He groaned softly in your ear and put his hands on your hips, nails digging into your soft flesh. Your low waisted pants revealed your hip tattoo, absolutely driving him wild. ''Lord, have mercy,'' he muttered under his breath.

Wooyoung realized this wasn't the best idea, perhaps, dirty dancing with his best friend, who was also a virgin. But in the moment, he couldn't care less actually.

By the time all the people left it was 3am. His hands were still on your hips as you danced against him. He spun you around and caressed your cheek, surprising you.

"Wooyoung?"

"Yes, Y/N?" Wooyoung asked, sounding so sweetly. It made your knees go weak. It never had before, you wondered what changed. It might be just the feeling, the tension in the air this night. But it felt right.

"I want you to have sex with me"

Wooyoungs eyes doubled in size. He was surprised to say the least. "Sex? But... Y/N, you're..."

"I know, Woo, but I don't wanna be a 22 year old virgin and I just... I want you. I want you so bad..." you moaned against his ear. You felt so needy you didn't care how pathetic you looked.

"You're 100% sure? You are not drunk?"

"Not drunk, just need your cock, Woo, please, I trust you... I want you,'' you begged him.

Wooyoung felt all the blood rush from his brain down to his dick. His leather pants tightened and he licked his lips. ''You're 100% sure? And isn't it technically already your birthday right now?''

''I was born in the afternoon, technically I am still 21,'' you shrugged. Wooyoung laughed and took your hand. ''Let's get started then hm?''

You took him to your bedroom, dimming the lights romantically and putting on some sexy slow music. He smirked. ''You know what you want, don't you?'' ''I'm horny but it's still my first time, I want it to be memorable.'' Wooyoung smirked. ''I'll make sure of that princess,'' he smiled.

Gently he put his lips on yours, making you literally weak at the knees instantly. You kissed him back, while trying to take off both your pants. You were a little clumsy, causing Wooyoung to giggle during the kiss. He broke off the kiss and helped you and himself out your pants.

He gasped when you took off your top, revealing your bare chest. He licked his lips and unbuttoned his blouse, letting it fall off his shoulders. He gently laid you down on the bed and stroked your cheek. ''You look wonderful, beautiful, Y/N, you know that?''

His compliment and his kissing across your neck and tits made you blush. Your breathing got heavier when he took his tongue over your breasts and stomach, making your skin go all tingly.

''You're so sensitive for me baby, I can't wait to hear what pretty noises you make for me,'' Wooyoung smirked when he saw the goosebumps all over your skin.

His tongue arrived on your wet pussy, lapping your wetness up, making you gasp loudly. He smirked as he licked your sensitive bundle of nerves, making you arch your back. ''Wooyoung,'' you moaned out.

He flicked his tongue against your clit over and over. You ran your hands through his gorgeously soft hair, pulling it roughly as he started sucking it. He groaned against your pussy and entered your hole with two fingers.

You moaned out and pulled his hair again when he pumped his fingers in and out your cunt at a rapid pace, hitting all your sweet spots.

His tongue never left your clit, making you feel your climax coming up. ''Woo, oh god, Wooyoung!'' you moaned. ''Yeah, baby come on, cum for me, cum for me,'' he panted against your clit, sucking on it harshly.

You moaned and moaned louder with every thrust of his fingers. Wooyoung's sensual groans send you over the edge, coming on his fingers and his lips.

He slowly rode out your orgasm and then licked off his fingers. ''You taste so good, babygirl,'' he smirked. You panted softly and licked your lips at the sight of him taking off his boxers, revealing his hard cock.

His gorgeous veiny dick had a perfect size, he was around average in length, but definitely on the thicker size. It made your mouth water just looking at it. Why haven't you done this before?

''Do you have a condom?'' he asked sweetly, stroking your hair, snapping you back to reality. ''Shouldn't I help you out?'' you asked, looking at the precum dripping off the head of his dick. You could not look away from it.

''You know, we have plenty of time for that, but I wanna take care of you first,'' he spoke, kissing your neck. ''Top drawer,'' you moaned out softly.

He reached to your nightstand, pulling a condom and a bottle of lube out of it. He smiled, ''You really are always prepared, aren't you?''

''Well of course, you never know when your best friend is gonna fuck you,'' you grinned as you fixed your hair and laid comfortably against the pillows.

Wooyoung ripped the condom package with his teeth and pumped himself a few times before rolling the condom over his length, and squirted some lube on him as well. He hovered above you and spread your legs.

''I wanna make sure you're not in too much pain, but you know, it might hurt and-''

You shut him up with a kiss and you smiled. ''Wooyoung, please take me, I need you, I want you,'' you begged. He grinned. ''Okay, okay, no need to beg, sweetheart, I'll take perfect care of you.''

''I'm gonna make you feel... so good.''

The male entered you, pushing his thick cock deep inside you, a sharp pain running through your body, causing you to whine out. Wooyoung stilled for a second, and held you close to his body. ''Relax, take deep breaths,'' he whispered.

You nodded and did as he said, taking deep breaths while you ran your hands over his back. After a minute or two you were well adjusted to his size and the pain started to fade away.

He slowly moved his cock in and out of your wet squelching hole, and smirked at the sound. ''Fuck, Y/N, you are doing so well for me baby, so wet for my cock,'' he groaned.

When you started to moan, he picked up his pace. He grabbed your thighs and held you in place as he started to fuck you deeply.

''Wooyoung! O-oh god, yes, fuck,'' you moaned as he held you tight, his pelvis rubbing against your clit as he fucked you deeply. He nestled his face in your neck as he moaned out your name.

Your hands slowly slid from his back to his ass to grope it, and then back up towards his hair, pulling it softly again.

He moaned louder and started fucking you harder and you swore he made you see stars when you felt your climax building up inside you once again.

You moaned louder and breathed heavily, ''I'm gonna cum, Woo!''

''Yes, please, cum on my cock, princess, please,'' he groaned as he felt his orgasm building up as well.

It didn't take long for you to come undone around him, body shaking in pleasure. He moaned and picked up his pace, only three more thrusts in your wet pussy got him over the edge, spilling inside the condom.

He slowed down and rode out your orgasms, then took off his condom, threw it away and laid back down with you, pulling you close. You panted and rested your head on his chest. ''Wow...'' you whispered.

''Was that okay? Are you in pain?'' Wooyoung asked worriedly. You smiled and nodded, ''Definitely okay, I don't mind the pain, I'll survive. Periods hurt more.'' He grinned at you, it made his heart warm.

''We should do this again, you know, I'll teach you how to suck dick.'' Wooyoung suggested. ''Right, for educational purposes only,'' you laughed.

''Ofcourse, educational purposes only.'' Wooyoung winked.

[mercurytrinemoon]

I feel like some people need to stop treating astrology so seriously

And I don't mean it the way you think cause you know meeee, I love astrologizing everything and using every opportunity to learn from it. Because it's all about evolving and learning - the whole life is about that (so Sagi of me to say, I knooow).

Also excuse me, tomorrow I have my Mars return I WILL TALK, OK? Let my Gemini Mars talk.

But.

I've watched an old Astrology Podcast episode that I've been putting off for a few years for some reason. One of the guests of the episode was a woman who has a background in psychology. And she said that she doesn't really look at her friends and family's charts because she doesn't want to "know things". She was also kind of against looking at charts of newly met people. Just in general, for someone who's a professional astrologer, she was weirdly againts using astrology, idk why.

And btw, this is something I often think about and I even had a similar post in drafts for a year or so, so I'm just finally saying it now, inspired by what the lady said.

The family/friends thing was weird because she said she already knows them and she doesn't have to dwell into their charts. And for me that is such a waste because astrology is largely about, again, learning and empirical studies. The people who are the closest to you are the only people whom you can ask really intimate or weird questions and learn from their charts. Learn from their PAST, about events in their life. You don't have to focus on the now or the future.

BUT THE TOPIC I REALLY WANTED TO TACKLE IS...

With the newly met people??? Am I the only one thinking that it's actually a fun tool for first meetings or dates to look at someone's chart and give them a lil fun reading and use that to break the ice??? And be kind of shallow about astrology with that??? I don't think there would be anything wrong with saying "omg you're a Taurus Venus, that's why you invited me to a fancy restaurant" or "omg you have Venus on the MC, this is why you're an artist!" or even "your hair is so big cause you're a Leo". I mean, that's cute and non-invasive and can easily start a conversation where you start sharing things about about yourself with each other.

IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE SO DEEP

Also, sometimes I need to know someone's full chart just because I can't stop thinking about if their nose is a Taurus nose or a Leo nose (true story). I finally see the chart, I find out and I leave it, case closed.

AGAIN, IT'S NOT THAT DEEP

Without context no one really is going to deeply know you and all your secrets after looking at your chart. The whole "you have advantage over the person" is bs because you don't actually know how their chart manifests in real life until, shocker, you get to know them. This is why I always rolled my eyes at comparing charts to nudes.

Like, no, I don't sit there, barely knowing who you are, and think of your ill-dignified Venus in the 12th house, judging you in my head that you must be a cheater and a shallow person who's throwing away money on your mistresses and I don't go around and gossip about it with others.

NOT THAT DEEP

[whinlatter]

january recs: reading, listening, writing

jumped on the bandwagon to do my own shameless round-up of january highlights, including a lil WIP sneak peek.......

Reading:

Already Gone by @takearisk-ao3 (AO3) (Harry/Ginny, multi-chapter WIP, post-DH)

the talk of the town amnesia fic, has me absolutely gripped. also the last chapter was 🥵 and by that i mean it was low key hot uhh excellent

and tomorrow came again by bettysgarden12 (A03) (Gen, next gen, twoshot) '

'an examination of the children of heroes'. beautiful, rich writing, and a charming insight into the next gen’s journey through hogwarts. it’s sharp and bright and so hopeful. made my whole day. also the phrase 'a hurricane in a skinsuit' has lodged forever in my brain

up and down and barely made it over by cosmicwritings (AO3) (Bill, oneshot)

given i am a sucker for a brilliant character study and for bill weasley, i couldn't not love this. rich in insight and warmth for our unproblematic coastal king bill weasley

perimeter walks by @evesaintyves (A03) (Remus/Tonks, WIP)

a remadora vignette series that just aches, it's so good. there's this really bodily, physical quality to the writing that just stays with you in your bones ages after reading. cannot wait for more

drafts by @turanga4 (A03) and the sum of all parts by @incalculablepower (A03) (Dean, drabbles)

all the pieces @harrypocter winter sun fest have all been really excellent, but i particularly enjoyed these two short dean character studies, especially if read together. both carefully and tenderly explore dean's relationship with his art and his reflections on his life and his war, and really pack such a punch for east london's golden boy

to be always kind and true by clarewithnoi (AO3) (James/Lily, oneshot)

a really tender jily love confession fic, lovely in so many ways but particularly this line: 'She still isn’t looking at him when a noise erupts from his throat.  It’s somewhere in the family of scoffs, but it’s not mean.  It’s strangled and a little hoarse, and it leaves him as though through an attic window, where he can’t control its escape.'

Listening:

ceilings by lizzy mcalpine (like every other sad girl on tiktok)

emily i'm sorry by boy genius (ditto)

tropic morning news by the national (like every other… sad dad with an electric vehicle? idk)

sunset by caroline polachek (these days i wear my body like an uninvited guest - good! fckn! opener!)

i bet on losing dogs by mitski (because there's a y in the day)

Writing...

putting out orchards after so long, and actually having people take something from it was the best part of this month. if you read it and reached out i cannot thank you enough, truly brought the sunshine to the dreariest of januaries. if you haven't read it and like jocks in love then have i got the fic for you:

right now... i’m writing a few new things. the project i’ve been working on most is a new one called beasts. its alternative title is: the hanging out with hagrid award. it's multi-chapter, pre + post-war, and it's about our girl gin. it’s foresty and a bit feral and its vibes are kind of like this and also this:

‘How do you become an Animagus?’ Sunken eyes dart briefly to hers, alight with something. Stupidly, she gets her hopes up. But then he looks away, scratches Buckbeak’s wingfeathers where they’re starting to matt. ‘I suspect,’ he says, ‘that your mother’s opinion of me wouldn’t be much improved if I told her fourteen year old daughter how to risk her life to become an illegal Animagus.’ She’s actually thirteen, at this point, but decides pointing that out won’t help her case. ‘Since when were you scared of what my mother thought of you?’ She’d quite like a grin from him for that, doesn’t get one. He’s in one of those moods. Not for the first time that summer, she feels herself slip into a sulk. She inspects him, through her scowl, how his skin is pulled taut over sharp cheekbones, a face ghosted by grandeur. She thinks she might have been able to make Sirius Black laugh, once, if she’d been born twenty years earlier. Resents that she's missed the boat.

and also a bit like this -

'We teach our children that ours is a world sorted into beasts and beings. Don't you know a beast when you see it? Even the smallest child in our world knows that beasts are savage creatures. They know nothing of humanity, of conscience, of kindness. They live only by their own lawlessness. Beings, we say, are not like beasts. We beings have laws, government, a sense of common good. Beings know right from wrong. Beings know what we owe to each other. I used to think this war had made beasts of beings. But now I wonder if the beings might well have been beasts all along. Are wars just the savagery of beasts by another name? What if beastliness is a requirement of being? What if being is trying to overcome our own beastliness? And what if we can't? I wonder what to make of this. I wonder what I will teach my children.'

[the-phantom-author]

omg im new to sending anons but i just have so many ideas bc of hasan but not enough to make my own blog?? idk but i know him mostly thru Leftovers with ethan (shout out family!! but before that i knew him as the sexy political dude)

so like,, you being the next guest on the next h3 pod and ethan mentions it to hasan on leftovers before they wrap up like yeah tmrw on the friday After Dark show they are having you on and hasan goes UMMM WHAT??!! I LOVE HER ?.!! JAW DROPS AND HES KINDA UPSEt. whether ur a youtuber who has nothing to do w politics, or a streamer he’s always wanted to meet, or even someone kinda famous (ethan bags some big guests sometimes) he just wants to meet you. and him and ethan are at the end of the show chit chat where they shoot the shit and ethan is like oh i see 😏 so you wanna be on tomorrow? we can scheme something and hasan is like yeah i might conveniently leave my jacket here and have to come by tmrw while she’s here. no coincidence at all!!

and then the day comes and if you’re a youtuber/streamer you def know of him and are like all shy cuz he’s so handsome and you eventually get courage when you see him and tease him like “oh did you get your jacket?” bc you def saw the clip of him saying that and he just laughs and blushessss and then ethan ljke convinces him to come sit in the interview halfway through and participate (ethan and hila on one side, you and hasan on the other) and y’all honestly just get along and soon enough on his next stream you’re a guest

this is so shit but i just have so many ideas and nowhere to put them. this way you can daydream with me and even expand. ily thank u for your hasan service bestie

No I totally get you tho. I've had the though of Ethan introducing Hasan to his future GF since that one time Ethan was like "do you plan of having kids? Have you found someone to be the mother of your future kids"

But the next day, with your interview is so messy. Because you obviously know that it's a set up, you saw the clip, and Ethan's not shy about the fact that he planned on Hasan being there either, the whole thing plays out like some kind of blind date where Ethan and Hila are supervising y'all.

Maybe pull a power move and plan your outfit for the show around his jacket, and immediately wear it upon showing up. When he ask if he can get it back just say "Sorry, but no. It's a part of fit now. You'll have to give number so I can get it back to you later."

Also hi! Hello! I feel like most people don't know him through leftovers, which is sad because it so content. Anyway, I gladly listen to any and all ideas you have. 🩵

[maddieladner1999]

Bad Idea Right? Chapter 9

After graduation, Ricky was free for the summer. And he was excited because that meant time with EJ. EJ was still staying with his aunt and uncle and not talking to his dad. Ricky understands why but it’s still his dad and EJ should talk with him. So he decides to talk to EJ about it. He’s not gonna push just open the conversation to the idea

He decides the conversation is best had in person so he heads over to Ashlyn’s. Her parents aren’t home and she lets him in. She calls for EJ and they go to the guest room which is now just EJ’s room. 

Ricky: I was thinking more about what my parents said about you telling your dad. Have you thought about telling your dad?

EJ: no I haven’t why?

Ricky: I just think it might be good for you to talk to him. You don’t have to start with that just you know getting back on terms with him

EJ: why? He cut me off. He can’t even be proud of the things I’ve done. I mean I directed a musical in 2 weeks and he could care less

Ricky: I know and it sucks but he’s your dad. Maybe telling him about all your college achievements will show him you’re better off than he thought you’d be

EJ: what do you mean?

Ricky: like you said he cut you off. You’re a full time college student in an acapella group with 3 jobs to pay for your college tuition all by yourself. That’s impressive. 

EJ: you think he’d care?

Ricky: you won’t know till you talk to him. But I bet he thinks you’re not capable of keeping your life together like you are. Probably stays in touch with your aunt and uncle just to see if your ok. I can’t imagine he’d just stop caring all together. 

EJ: you’re right. I guess I can try but that’s it. And no I told you so from either of us depending on how this goes

Ricky: why would you say I told you so anyway?

EJ: cause I don’t think he’ll be impressed. 

Ricky: you don’t have to you know. It was just a thought. You can wait till you’re ready. 

EJ: I might never be ready to face him but it’s ok. One step at a time right? I’ll just call him give an update and see what happens. 

Ricky: ok well goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow right?

EJ: yeah. I think I’ll call him after you leave. I should do it before my aunt and uncle return

Ricky: keep me posted then. 

EJ: of course. I love you you know. 

Ricky: really? I had no idea. 

EJ: ha ha very funny

Ricky: love you too you dork

So Ricky leaves EJ alone and after a few minutes he calls his dad 

——————-

EJ’s pov

EJ is waiting to see if his dad even answers and to his surprise he does

Cash: EJ, what do you want?

EJ: just thought I’d talk to you

Cash: about what? Another stupid musical? When are you gonna get your life together? 

EJ: I have gotten my life together

Cash: I doubt it

EJ: well tell that to my 3 jobs to support my college tuition. The fact that I’m a full time college student supporting my own self. All cause my father cut me off cause I didn’t want to go to his stupid business school

Cash: you aren’t gonna make a living in musicals. 

EJ: I never said I was. I liked directing sure but there are so many fields with that that make money. I could be a movie director. I could direct a Broadway play. They make money

Cash: you’d have to be good to do that though son. Idk if you’re good enough 

EJ: is that what it takes for you to believe in me? Proving you wrong? I guess I’ll do that then. See you in 5 years

Cash: it’s good you’re taking care of yourself. I’m impressed I just think you aren’t thinking your future through. You need a plan

EJ: I have a plan. I’m gonna get a film production master and become a director and you’ll see just how wrong you are. 

Cash: and if you fail?

EJ: I’ll still be better off without your opinion. I don’t even know why I bothered I knew you wouldn’t care. You wouldn’t try. 

Cash: son wait. I’m willing to try if you just go for a realistic career. Like sports doctor or something 

EJ: I don’t owe you anything anymore. You can’t accept me for me then forget it. I’m not gonna go halfway just to meet you. It’s my life. I’m gonna choose my own path. 

Cash: I guess this is goodbye then. 

EJ: goodbye dad. Wasn’t nice knowing you. 

EJ hangs up before his dad says something else and FaceTimes  Ricky. Ricky immediately answers of course, shirtless and brushing his teeth. 

Ricky: *holding toothbrush* hold on a sec

EJ: nice to know you do brush your teeth

Ricky: you saying my breath sticks or something?

EJ: only occasionally. 

Ricky: so what’s up how’d it go?

EJ: he sucks still. Tried to meet me halfway say I should choose a reasonable career path like sports doctor and he’d try. I told him I wasn’t gonna meet him halfway. He needs to accept me as I am

Ricky: good for you standing up to him. So you didn’t tell him you’re gay. 

EJ: nope. Didn’t  see the point. He can’t even come to terms with the theatre thing or my chosen path of becoming a director. 

Ricky: you decided your major?

EJ: yep! I’m starting film school in the fall. 

Ricky: I’m so excited for you. 

EJ: thanks. Sorry you were wrong. 

Ricky: it’s ok. He wasn’t even impressed by you putting yourself through school?

EJ: he was actually but it wasn’t enough to get him to try to be my dad again. 

Ricky: it might be a helpful step though. Maybe he’ll reach out?

EJ: I doubt it. We said goodbye. I basically told him I’d see him again when I prove him wrong and become the director he doesn’t think I can be

Ricky: oh well go EJ! Stick it to him

EJ: I should get some sleep good night. 

Ricky: good night. I love you. 

Note: so Lynn is great and cash sucks. Sounds like that’s about right. also yes finally updating this with more!

[mousetrap-if]

Mousetrap is now live on itch.io!

Well folks, it happened. Mousetrap was submitted last night to @interact-if's 2022 ranked game jam and is available to play on itch.io. The game is still a work in progress and, at this point, only a demo for the full story. Hope you enjoy it!

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You're one of the many overworked interns working at Whimsey World. When it was announced that Imogen, a category three hurricane, would soon hit Orlando, Florida, your employers asked for volunteers to remain in the parks during the storm, promising triple pay for at least 24 hours. You and your friend seized the opportunity. After all, Whimsey wouldn't ask its cast members to stay behind if it was potentially dangerous.

That's what you assumed before you were knocked unconscious. Before you woke up in a costume chained to your friend and three strangers. Before Dickey the Rat informed you and your "team" that you get $250,000 for each person you kill. Before the neurotoxins pumping through the park's air system began to loosen your grip on reality. Before nightmares and the real world bled into a horrifying, broken fantasy you can't wake up from.

If you survive the storm (and the things lurking within it), you'll win riches beyond your wildest dreams. But how far are you willing to go? How committed are you to pleasing your guests and satisfying your spectators? The Show will go on. It will always go on. But what role will you play in it?

Twine Word Count: 53,625 with code (maybe like 48-50k without? idk, I write with code so I don't know how to estimate that)

Average Playthrough: 30 minutes (around 12-15k words)

And, is the game finished? Oh, no! Definitely not. This is far from the full story or the finished product (there are literally debug links that I forgot to take out in the very first passage).

Lots of content and features will be coming out in the near future alongside the patching that needs to take place. Details below.

The next update will hopefully be on March 5th (though I'm a university student dealing with midterms so that may change). Further updates will be announced on the Mousetrap blog (linked here).

Truly, from the bottom of my heart. I greatly appreciate all of the interest, support, and feedback that I've received on this project and others. If you're enjoying Mousetrap so far, please consider rating the game or leaving a comment on itch.io, reblogging this post, or sharing the game with a friend (or enemy, coworker, acquaintance, pet, stranger, distant cousin, really anyone/thing who you think might like it).

To read about some of my other projects, check out my personal game dev blog @gamesbyalbie or my project-specific blogs like @hadeskitchen or @zorlok-if.

(PS: The original extremely sleep-deprived version of this post has been preserved under the cut for posterity's sake)

Have a Magical Day!

DEMO | BLOG | INTRO POST | DEV LOG | CAST PROFILES & PORTRAITS | PLAYLIST | PINTEREST: MAIN, COSTUMES, SETS

ORIGINAL POST:

Well, I'm mentally and physically exhausted (literally falling asleep as I'm writing this so, this may be a little loopy too). BUT, Mousetrap was submitted to the game jam and is now live on the Itch.io store.

This is not the finished game (like there are debug links on the very first passage that I forgot to turn off, but I'll be updating this with plenty of fixes and a lot more content as soon as I'm allowed to).

Total word count (with code since I write with code) is over 53k words. Average playtime is about a half hour. For a game that I've conceived and written in just one already busy month, I'm pretty happy with that. (except for the debug links, those are bugging the shit out of me)

BONUS - in case you wanted to know what stress looks like:

Also, color me curious, if you want to and have the time to do so, let me know what choices you made (dream, relationships, role, route, etc.).

Tomorrow I'll be returning to Tumblr and catching up on everything I've missed. Have a great [insert your time here]! I'm falling asleep

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( ^ imagine that was my head hitting the keyboard, that's what it feels like I'm about to do)

Okay, I'm going to sleep.

[imthebadguyyy]

You're All Mine

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - Things get slightly out of hand at a party where you decide to act up, and Lewis shows you just exactly who you belong to. P.S - He makes you wear that damn jacket.

Warnings - smut, swearing, possessiveness (brought to you by the fashion king that is Sir Lewis Hamilton, because that jacket did things okay?

A/N- OC (Thomas) has nothing to do with any of Lewis's friends in real life.

Also shoutout to @grandestrategia and @lights-out-in-monaco for helping me 💙

✯⌃⌄☼♥︎

iThrowing a party to get together was always a fun idea to get the chance to socialize, meet new people, dance, get drunk and spend quality time with your friends and family. But throwing a party after three back to back race weeks was not really a great idea, mainly because it meant your boyfriend groaning and moaning about how he didn't want to spend time with anyone else but you. That was exactly what was happening at present, as you swiped a tube of crimson lipstick across your lips, while Lewis sat on the bed, in a black shirt and his purple customised jacket, with his arms crossed across his chest, reminding you of a toddler who was told to go to bed early.

"I don't get why you had to throw a party today, of all times" he grumbled for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "Okay baby, I love you, I really do, but I swear, if you say that one more time I will strangle you" you replied, setting the lipstick back down, and reaching for a bottle of perfume on your dressing table. "I'm just saying, I feel like spending time with you now, and yes, I love that you decided to call my friends and family over, but I kinda just wanted to have some you and me time" he said, eyes following your movements as you sprayed the perfume behind your ears, on your wrists, and lightly over your body, "You'll have me to yourself from the moment they leave, till you have to fly for your race again. And I promise, we can do whatever you want" you said, reaching up to smooth your hair. Far too preoccupied with fixing the flyaway strands of hair, you didn't notice him standing up and standing right behind you. "Whatever I want hmm? I know exactly what I want baby. But I just can't get it right now. You know why? Because I want to bend you over and take you right here, right now. But because you decided to throw a party instead of spending time together, you'll have to wait a little longer than necessary to have my head in between your thighs, my fingers in you, and my cock in your cunt. And guess whose fault it is? Yours, my darling. It's your fault" he growled in your ear, smirking when a soft moan slipped past your lips.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to bend you over and take you here? When our guests could be here at any minute?" he continued, lips resting just near the outer shell of your ear. You couldn't even answer, feeling the arousal grow in between your thighs, as your heartbeat seemed to slow down for just a second, before it seemed to hammer against your chest almost as if it wanted to just burst out of your chest. "Tell me darling. Would you like that?" "Ye-" your reply was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing, signalling the arrival of one of your guests. "Saved by the bell, hmm? You didn't have to answer. But I promise baby, when they're gone, I'm gonna make you scream my name so loud, if our neighbours aren't on a first name basis with us tomorrow, I'll be very, very surprised. And leaving you a aroused, horny mess, he went down to open the door.

✯⌃⌄☼♥︎

About half an hour later, the party was in full swing. You had invited some of your friends and some family members, and turning to look over your shoulder, you saw Lewis chatting with his dad and Nicolas, a glass of wine in his hand as he laughed at something his brother told him. Smiling, you turned back, to see one of Lewis's friends making his way over to you, two glasses of champagne in his hand. You enjoyed mingling with his friends, and you had met Neymar Jr, Odell Beckham Junior, and other really awesome people. Smiling at Thomas, who was one of Lewis's newer friends, you accepted the glass, your third glass of champagne and your fifth drink all together, hovering between the lines of tipsy and drunk.

Thomas, (the friend, idk I just made him up) offered you a glass of champagne, and you gladly took a sip, enjoying the buzz as the alcohol ran through your veins, filling you with a calm happiness. Maybe it was the alcohol in your veins and the promise of a really good time that made you decide to push Lewis's buttons just a little bit, to ensure that you were really in for it. Giggling at a joke his friend made, you threw your head back laughing, letting your hand rest on Thomas's shoulder, before letting it move to your hair, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, teeth sinking softly down onto your lower lip.

From where he was standing, Lewis looked over to see where you were, his grip on his glass tightening when he saw you laugh and rest your hand on his friend's shoulder. His eyes darkening when he saw you twirl a strand of hair around your finger, and bite your lip softly, knowing all too well what you were doing. It was working. As you giggled again, tilting your head back laughing, and nodding a quick 'I'll be back soon', to his dad, he walked towards the both of you, his eyes fixed on the way you kept twirling your hair around your fingers.

"Hi baby. You having a fun time?" he asked you, standing next to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. "Yeah I am! Are you having fun?" you replied, letting your head droop onto his shoulder. "Yeah I am my love, thank you so much for planning it" he murmured in your ear, ignoring the fact that his friend was standing right in from of him, probably getting a free show. His hands splayed out on the leathery material of your black skirt, enjoying the coolness of the material and the feel of a section of your skin against his palms. The black outfit you had put on was a black leather top and skirt, that clung onto your body like a vice, as he moved his hand to the back of your skirt, moving so Thomas couldn't see what he was doing.

"And what about you Thomas, are you having a good time?" you asked the man, feeling Lewis tense up behind you. "Yup I am! Thanks so much for inviting us all, its a great party" he replied, flashing the both of you a smile. "We're glad you're having fun" Lewis replied, his hand moving to your ass, squeezing ever so discreetly. "Yup I know! Great to see you too, man! Your last races have been great, you deserve a break" Thomas kept talking, blissfully unaware of how you were squirming, your arousal pooling in between your thighs as he ran his fingers up your thighs, in between your underwear and the skirt. He moved his body so the lower half of your body was not visible to anyone else.

Pressing your lips together to keep a sound from escaping, you tried your hardest to hold yourself together, but it was damn hard when you could begin to feel the liquid threatening to run down your thighs and make a mess in front of everyone. "Moving your hand to the back to squeeze his thigh, silently begging him to just take you to the bedroom and fuck you senseless. Feeling your desperation, Lewis smirked softly, before turning to Thomas. "If you don't mind Thomas, I think I left my phone in the bedroom, I'll just go get it" "Yeah sure" Thomas replied, as you turned and made your way up the stairs to the master bedroom. But before you could go and sit on the bed, a pair of arms grabbed you around your waist, and pulled you into the master bathroom that was connected to your room.

Lewis turned your body around, the rough movement taking your breath away, before he crashed his lips down onto yours, his hands sliding down to your as again, squeezing hard, causing a moan to slip out your lips, your arms tightening around his neck. "I saw you trying to rile me up baby. All giggly and flirty, and that whole fiasco with you messing with your hair, hmm? Only I can pull your hair, and only I can tug on it. You like it when I do that, don't you? When I tug your hair, and your head falls back, and those sounds slip out of your lips and I can see how much you like it" The moan that slipped past your lips went straight to his cock, hardening under his pants.

"Words baby, words. Do you like it?" he asked, his fingers running along the waistband of your leather skirt, tugging the skirt down your legs. "I do, I really do! please, please do something, I need you so bad" you whined, your hands unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, and tugging his purple jacket down his shoulders. "Patience my baby. Good things take time. So desperate for it, I can see your wetness dripping, but you aren't getting off that easily after that stunt you pulled. But I promised you that I'd give you a good time, and I always keep my promises" Another desperate whimper left your lips, and you dragged the jacket down his torso, letting it drop to the floor.

"No no no. I want you to put that on. Or even better..." he mumbled finishing his sentence halfway, picking up the jacket from the floor. He pushed you down on the bed, grabbing your wrists in his hands, before pushing you back up to the headboard. Then he took the jacket up to your hands, tying one side to the headboard of the King sized bed, and the other end around your hands. "There we go, all tied up and gorgeous for me. Do your wrists burn with my name baby? Do you like how my name is tied onto your skin?" he asked, eyeing how the 'HAMILTON' part of the jacket was tied around your wrist. "I bet you like it don't you? That stinging sensation? I cannot wait to taste you my love, all wet and dripping for me" he continued, moving down to press his lips to your neck. He pushed his tongue out onto your skin, sucking the spot before licking over the spot repeatedly, letting his teeth sink onto a pulse point, shifting in his pants when his cock twitched at the moan that fell from your lips.

He ventured lower and lower, till he reached your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth, licking the sensitive nub, letting his teeth graze your areola. Above him, you were struggling against your bonds, wrists straining against their restraints., desperate to touch him, to feel his skin and his glorious muscles under your hands, but you couldn't, because your hands were bound, literally, "Oh my god please Lew, please let me touch you, please I need to touch you baby" "Not yet princess. You were a bad girl, and bad girls get punished my love. I'm not going to let you even graze my hand, if you don't shut that pretty little mouth of yours, before I do it for you" he growled back, feeling his own arousal grow as you whimpered again. He let his fingers fondle your other nipple, tweaking and pulling before taking it into his mouth too, as you felt the wetness run down your leg, soaking into the bedsheet.

Moaning again, you pressed your thighs together, desperate for some friction to relieve you of the throbbing pain in your core, the amount of arousal you were feeling making you feel like you were drowning in some sort of strong sea current, as Lewis's lips travelled lower, and his breath fanned over your throbbing cunt. "I can't wait to taste you my love" and with that he dived in, giving you almost no time to adjust, as he fucked you with his tongue, and his fingers toyed with your clit, sending you towards your high, before biting the sensitive bud softly "You taste like fucking candy love" "Oh fuck fuck fuck Lewis, I'm gonna -" you managed to gasp out as the gasp turned into scream of frustration when he pulled away. "What the fuck? Why'd you do that?!" you gasped out, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Because like I told you, bad girls get punished" he replied, shoving his pants down his legs, before leaning over and grabbing a condom, pulling his calvin keins down his thighs, as his cock sprang free, smirking when you moaned at the sight, "Taking a good look baby?" he asked, crawling over to you. "You're just really gorgeous" you replied, straining against the jacket. "I know" he replied, pushing his rings off of his fingers. "No don't. Keep on em. I like em" you said, earning a smirk from the man again. "Want me to fuck you with my rings on? I'd love to" he said, watching as you squirmed again.

"Baby please let me touch you, I want to touch you so bad, please!" you practically begged, tears of frustration filling your eyes. "No baby. I'm going to fuck you with your hands tied and I'm going to mark you up" he replied, sliding the condom on and leaning over you, positioning his cock at your entrance. "Ready baby?" he asked,smiling a little as you nodded, the both of you moaning in sync when he pushed into you, your walls clenching onto his cock, as he settled into you, moaning when he sunk into you bit by bit. He gave you a few seconds to adjust, before he pulled out, making you let out half a moan and look at him questioningly, before he slammed back into you. You weren't expecting that, and a strangled scream left your lips when he filled you to the hilt, before bottoming out in you, hips snapping repeatedly into you, his cock moving inside you.

You moans and groans echoed off the walls, as your hands burned, the desperation in you threatening to drown you again. "oh my god, you feel so good, you fuck me so good, now baby please let me touch you!" you practically screamed, your voice catching when he angled his thrusts so the tip hit your g spot repeatedly. "Okay my love, you deserve it now. My baby desreves to touch me now, doesn't she?" "Yes please, especially when you fuck me this good, almost too good to be true" you stammered out clenching down on his cock again, feeling the slight stutter of his hips as you did. Lewis reached up to untie you, letting the jacket fall to the floor, and moaning when your hands dug into his back, scratching down his back, as he hissed at the feeling, loving the feeling of your nails raking down his back. "Fuck baby, do that again" he growled. "Only if you choke me" you moaned back, feeling him stutter again, and let out a moan.

His eyes widened, not completely used to you being so bold, but loving the wild side you let out. He reached up, wrapping his hand around your neck and squeezing a little, groaning when you let out a choked moan. "Harder" you moaned, feeling his cock twitch in you. "Oh fucking hell baby, I didn't know you liked it rough" he moaned, tightening his grip on your neck, cutting the air off ever so softly, snapping his hips into you faster, as your nails raked down your back even harder, leaving marks that would definitely hurt the next morning.

"That feels so good, oh my god, I love you so much" you gasped out wrapping your hand around his, causing him to squeeze a little harder. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum my love" Lewis moaned, groaning when you moved your hips thrusting up to meet his thrusts. 'Oh fuck" Lewis groaned, before releasing into you ,his finger reaching down to rub your clit repeatedly. Your moans echoed in the room, as he pinched your clit, as you squirted all over his cock.

Panting, Lewis sunk down next to you, chest rising and falling. "That was so good" you gasped out, resting your head on his chest. "Was that too much? Did I hurt you?" he asked, kissing your forehead. "No no I loved it. You should do that more often" you mumbled. Just as Lewis leaned in to kiss you, there was a knock at the door, making the both of you jump apart. "Are the both of you done yet?" a voice asked, making you blush. "Oh my god. We forgot about the guests!" you gasped, making Lewis laugh, as he kissed you softly. "I know which one I'd rather do again" he mumbled, laughing when you kissed him back. "Don't go for round two, atleast let us leave first!" the voice yelled again, as Lewis stood up from the bed to get dressed.

"Oh and by the way, you're wearing that jacket downstairs"

[harrysgoldenline]

can you pls write an angst where y/n went to her and harry's house that they bought or something like that in Italy to try to move on and go on with her life after harry broke up with her but then she never expected that harry will be there as well with his new gf.... you can end it whatever you like!! thank you

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: idk, sad I guess? also not proof read oops sorry lol

When In Italy

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or spoken to Harry. A very abrupt change after being together for four years, with constant talk of marriage and starting a family, the break up was something either of you really expected. It started as a break of sorts, eventually turning into a complete break up after only a couple weeks in a somewhat mutual way. With Harry's career taking off in so many different ways, with acting, the new tour and more, his life had changed completely and has left him very little time for anything else.

It went from daily phone and FaceTime calls, constant text messages and flowers being delivered to nothing.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Your best friend asked you, concern plastered all over her face, “that won’t bring up too much?”

She had been sitting with you as you finished packing up your suitcase, trying her best to give you her support as you were going to be going on a spur of the moment trip to Italy and staying at the home of you and Harry, needing the much needed getaway and disconnecting completely. Seeing different things online about him all the time didn’t make it any easier and no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, he always found his way to pop up.

“I just need a break, everything here is a reminder to.” You sigh, “I just want a change of scenery. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“I hope so…” she frowned, looking up at you with a sad smile, “please don’t just sit there in the house all alone. Go out, meet some local Italian men!”

“I’m definitely not ready for that.” You say, forcing a laugh as you close your suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor by your door, “but I will really try, I promise. I will call you if I need you and you can come out?”

“Hell yeah I can.” She laughs, standing up and giving you a hug, “and you’re really going right now?”

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes fill up with tears, nodding quickly as you look at her and she quickly pulled you in a tight hug.

“You can do this.”

***

You pulled your suitcase through the front door, waving goodbye to the driver as you turned around to close the door behind you as they left you alone in the house that has so many memories inside. You pause at the door, taking a couple deep breaths as you look around and try and keep your mind at bay before walking to the guest bedroom, deciding the main bedroom was too much and the guest bedroom was already way nicer than your apartment.

After taking the time to unpack, knowing you would stay awhile, you put away your things into the various drawers and closet in the room. You keep out a swimsuit and change into it quickly, sliding a simple dress overtop before walking out onto the balcony attached to the bedroom, taking in the smell of the ocean and beautiful view, memories overwhelming your senses.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” You can practically hear him say all over again, reliving the memory as if it was actually happening, “ ‘m the luckiest man in the world.”

You remember him coming up behind you, arms tight around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder, soft kisses being pressed along your shoulder as you leaned back into him, a large smile covering both of your faces before you leaned your head back, connecting your lips before he pulled back.

“I can’t decide…” He had whispered, connecting your lips again.

“Decide what?” You had giggled, turning around to face him, arms resting around his shoulders as his came around your waist.

“If I want to get married here or have our honeymoon here.”

You shuddered slightly as the memory came back, letting out a deep breath before packing a beach bag quickly and leaving the house just as fast, taking a walk down to the private beach and settling yourself in a lounge chair. Applying your sunscreen you could almost convince yourself it was him applying it on you like he always would do, large hands massaging it into your skin.

You push the thought away as you grab your phone, playing music softly to try and distract your mind. Your fingers hovered over your different social media apps, wanting desperately to just give it a quick click, wondering if you could get any update on where he could be from his fans, posts always finding their way on your feed. Instead, you hold it down, deleting all of the various apps and throwing your phone down on your bag, grabbing your book and letting the music play, opening to the first page to try and escape into the new world.

***

After a few hours been spent peacefully on the beach, you decided to head back to the house to take a nice bubblebath and order yourself some dinner, deciding that you would go to town the next morning in order to cook some of your own meals. The walk back to the house was more enjoyable this time and you began to feel a sense of hope as you approached the house, your heart not clenching in as much pain as it originally had done when you first pulled up to the house earlier that day.

Using your keys, you unlocked the back door, locking it behind you again as soon as you got inside, making your way to the bathroom right away and letting the water fill up the bathtub, pouring in some of the fancy bubblebath that you remember buying once from your favorite boutique in town, making a mental note to stop there again tomorrow.

Discarding your clothes, you hung them up, deciding you could use it once more as a cover up after not even going into the water, and you honestly didn’t even have the energy to even think about doing laundry right now, even simply showering was too much most days so you were happy to submerge yourself simply into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed as it embraced you with it’s comfort.

You began preparing yourself a mental list of things you could do tomorrow, forcing yourself to get out of the house and keep yourself occupied after locking yourself away in your apartment the past few months, planning on taking baby steps but knowing that even starting will be more like a push off a cliff.

Pulling yourself out of the bath once finishing cleansing your body, deciding to save washing your hair for the next day, you pulled yourself out of the bath, honestly just wanting to curl up into bed and go to sleep but knowing you needed to force yourself to eat something. So, you dry off, applying some matching lotion to your body, which made you feel a sense of pride of yourself as you made small steps to take care of yourself again, thanking the air of Italy as self motivation and threw on the robe that you swear was the softest one in the world.

A sudden sound coming from the house made you jump, a hand coming over your chest to try and calm your racing heart as your mind tried to think of all of the possibilities of who could be there, or maybe it was coming outside? Or honestly at this point you thought it could be your imagination as the memories that have been flashing into your mind have been so vivid it felt like it was actually happening. Your feet softly padded on the wood flooring, making your way to what you thought was the site of the sound, feeling bile rise in your throat at the sight before you.

It was Harry there, with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, laughing together.

You weren’t sure if they saw you, both of their hair wet as towels wrapped around them and it seemed like they had just got back from the beach, making you think that you must have just missed each other as you swapped positions. You slowly walk backwards, thinking of running out the back towards the beach and calling a car, leaving all of your clothes there.

You could see slightly into the master bedroom, seeing their suitcases sprawled and things laid on the couch as they chatted together, knowing they must have arrived when you were down at the beach, your presence unknown as all of your things sat seemingly hidden in the guest room which you were now desperately trying to go and hide in, but after it being too log since you been here, you accidentally ran into the wall, a photo that was hanging there crashing to the floor, glass shattering.

Two heads quickly snapped their way towards you, both pairs of eyes meeting yours as gasps left both of their lips, Harry’s face going pale as he saw you. You opened your mouth to speak, but with this being your first time seeing your partner since the breakup, no words were able to come out.

Spinning on your heel your ran back into the guest bedroom, pulling the suitcase out of the closet and messily shoving all of your clothes into it, tears stinging your eyes and unable to hold them in as they silently spilling on you cheeks, more coming as you heard the familiar steps coming your way, feeling the presence behind you and hearing the door shut softly behind you.

“Y/N?”

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Part 2 anyone???

ALSO PLEASE READ THIS!!

I was wondering what people would think about me doing personalized little blurbs/imagines for people who donate to my tip jar? you could give me your name, prompt, pronouns, etc and i will write it just for you!! :) i’m trying to write more and it’s hard bc i’m a broke college student who needs to work but if people who WANT a personalized little fic with bucky or harry or something with their own name and such maybe I could do something like that? of course I will still be doing all normal requests and such but this way it’s kinda like a one time patreon for people who want to do something like that? idk please comment/send me a message/ask and let me know what you think!!!! let’s talk!