#sick and tired oml

[koishua]

"no dw he's super friendly!!" after i was pounced on by a massive dog that im not familiar with 🧍🧍

[deepestnightcolor]

Oml I love your writing, I just binged all the Sam fics! I saw you take requests for Harvey 👀 any chance for a “confidential check up?”

Hello, dear anon!~ Thank you so much for both the compliment and request. This was my first time writing a full-blown Harvey fic - and I hope I did suffice :D

Thanks for your request, and thank you so much for your time and love! <3

ᴀ/ɴ: as I said, this is my first time writing a Harvey fic and I am still sick, so I hope it will suffice!!

PS: I hid two Easter eggs this time. >:)

PPS: maybe 2,5, one being a slight nod at @sashiavi >:))

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Harvey (SDV) x Fem!eader

ᴡᴄ: 4194 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: medical misconduct, unprotected sex, light nipple play, seductive reader, Harvey's a little insecure.

☾ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴅʏ ☽

A secret that you'd never share? Simple and carnal, your secret was. Primitive, even. You had only made the appointment with Doctor Harvey to finally wrap the man around your finger.

You had tried it fair and square at first, you seriously had! Coming by whenever he had time, bringing him little gifts you were sure he'd like; trying to engage him in conversation.

However, Harvey always seemed so busy, so professional. Telling you to take care and stay healthy and giving you advice on how you achieve just that. Always looking out for you, always gentle in his words and behavior. And by Yoba, it made you want to break him even more.

Also, what better way was there to implement your plan than to catch the little lamb where it felt the safest and most confident? Of course, it was a little unfair, pretending you needed his help and skills to treat an injury, but then again you did. Just not in the way Harvey would expect. He had loads of chances to get the hint, but nothing had worked. Not even when you had fished out the shortest skirt possible out of your closet and wore it with a top that left barely anything to one's imagination, accidentally falling on your knees right in front of Harvey, showing off those lace panties of yours. No, that hadn't worked either. Harvey had let out a gasp that made you believe you had finally done something to him, just to rush to your side and ask if you were okay. If you needed help, if you were dizzy. Fuck did you want to cry out that you were dizzy for him, his touch. Instead, you gave him a sweet smile, fluttering your lashes at him as you told him no, you were fine. But thank you so much, Harvey!

You had scrambled to your feet and made your way back to the farm with your head hanging, and that was the point you decided it would probably need to be all or nothing.

“So, what brings you here today? Maru only noted that you requested to see me. I hope you didn't hurt yourself?” Harvey asked, scooting closer on his rolling chair. You were already propped up on the table, smiling sweetly at Harvey.

You had picked out an excellent outfit for the day, if you were allowed to say so. A blouse that was easy to open up and discard, and a skirt that seemed modest enough yet was nothing but of the mere purpose of covering up your lack of panties. And you were hurting. Terribly so, even. For him.

“Nono, Doc. I just, you know. I've been feeling some kind of way. Under the weather, you might say.” You leaned forward a bit now, running your fingers through your hair before twirling a strand around your finger. You were met with a pair of green-brown eyes, so full of consideration and empathy. It made you want to just sit on his face and make him spill all of his care onto your sweet pussy until you could feel it in every part of your body.

“I see! And how does that show? Do you have a headache? Do you feel more tired than usual?”

So sweet and caring, Doctor Harvey. Too cute to not bite.

You let out a sigh as if you were contemplating, biting around on your lower lip. “No, that's not it. I don't know how to describe it, it's…embarrassing.”

The doctor looked up at you again, putting away his notepad now. He gave you a sweet, genuine smile. A hand landed on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"There’s absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a safe, confidential space; nothing will leave these walls.”

Go on, little lamb. Step right into the trap.

You leaned back a bit, pushing out your chest now. “Well, it's my chest. It's been so…so tender lately.”

A hum. That's all you got. A hum. Or so you thought. Because if you looked closely, you could see more. His moustache was twitching as his eyes flickered down to your breasts. Harvey was a professional, though. He quickly cleared his throat, nodding at you.

“Alright, I will glad- I would be happy- let's take a look, shall we?”

It took a lot from you to not break out in a grin; having the man break out in a stutter like that? It definitely was a step forward.

“Yes, please.” You needed to pretend to be innocent now - you didn't want to scare him away, after all.

Your fingers were quick to unbutton your shirt and your upper body was already bare before the doctor could even properly turn back to you. For a moment, his motions seemingly stuttered to a halt, his hands still clasped together from rubbing the disinfectant on them.

His moustache twitched again as he approached you, taking a seat on the chair again.

“Alright, my hands might be a little cold from the disinfectant, but I should be quick.”

Fuck, you hoped that he wouldn't be. You gave him a nod and what you hoped to be a shy smile, pushing your chest towards him a little.

And then, finally…Fucking finally you felt tender fingers on the soft skin of your breasts. It left you breathless for a moment, helpless as he traced the curves of your tits so expertly.

The moan falling from your lips really wasn't an accident, but Harvey, dear sweet Harvey, decided to let you off the hook. Ever the gentleman, wasn't he?

“Did that hurt?” He asked, his eyes flickering up to you, gently squeezing the flesh again. This time you looked straight into his eyes as you moaned, licking your lips. “No, it just…tingles,” you grinned, eyes following Harvey's dropping hands with dismay. 

“Well, I did not find any lumps or irritations that could explain the tenderness. Did any lifestyle changes happen? Or perhaps a new medication?” 

Pretending to be thinking, you swung your legs back and forth. One of your feet got in contact with his shin, slowly tracing upwards only to slide down again.

The man’s face was stoic, eyes trained on your face with a stern look. 

Yet again, the twitching of his moustache betrayed him.

The thought that you hadn't responded yet reeled you in a little: “No…Well. Maybe kind of? You know…I've been having, well. Thoughts about someone. Thoughts about them touching me, wanting me,” you began, your foot wandering to his knee.

“Could that be it?”

A blush had spread on his cheeks now, and Yoba did you love to see it. He picked up the notepad and quickly jotted something down, then nodded.

“I assume that could be it-”

“And what do I do about it, Doctor? It hurts, after all.”

Immediately, his attention is  back on you completely. “Hurts? Where?”

A vague pointing to your body made Harvey's hand reach out, touching your stomach. “Here?”

You shook your head, letting your foot wander down again. “Lower.”

His brows furrowed now and he let his hand slide towards your abdomen. “Here? Are they cramps?”

Again, you shook your head.

“Lower.”

He was hesitating now, looking up at you with an uncertainty you had never seen before, and it felt like another small victory.

“Could you…uh. Point me to where it hurts?”

Click - the trap was snapping shut.

It didn't need many words; you opened up your legs without an ounce of hesitation, revealing your cunt, all wet and ready for the doctor. “There.”

Harvey swallowed thickly, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words. Words that wouldn't have him lose his license. It wasn't like he hadn't seen genitals before - much more than one would expect from a small town like this - and he had never been affected. So why was his throat dry now? Why was his heart pounding like this?

“It's getting like this whenever I see handsome men like you, what could that be?”

“It’s getting like…what?” by now he was thankful that he was able to get some words out with his head feeling as light as it did right now.

“I dunno…wet?”

His eyes went straight back to your pussy, staring at it. You were wet. And you looked delicious. But he was a doctor. A professional. He had done so much to be where he was right now!

“Oh! That…uh. That…it- well. It stems from attraction. It's so..so sexual intercourse can happen more easily, you see. All natural. There's no need to worry at all.”

He was pulling back, this damn professional. Even though you could see that you were getting to him. “But…isn't there a remedy?”

Harvey wanted to just sink into the ground. His head still felt light, and he could feel his pants tighten - he had been mesmerized by you ever since you had introduced yourself. And of course, he had noticed your attempts to catch his attention - he wasn't stupid, after all. Yet Harvey had promised himself. Promised himself to not get too involved anymore. And now you were here. Exposed, and seemingly ready for him. So close but- he had to be strong. Be a doctor.

“Well, for one…You could do some self-care. Masturbation is quite healthy for the human body and mind.”

Like hell he'd recommend you to have sex with someone else, not even someone like him could be so professional. You called him handsome after all, for crying out loud!

“Oh! And…how does that work?” 

Your patience was running thin now, but you felt like you were so close to having him where you wanted him, despite him being so oblivious. His face was motionless now as he stared at you, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He was obviously looking for words.

“I-”

“Come on, Doctor Harvey. You're supposed to help me, aren't you?” You cooed, interrupting the clouding thoughts before they could really rain on him.

“But- that is the thing. I am your Doctor-”

You didn't answer him right away, your hand wandering to your clit first, giving it a gentle flick.

“And what if you prescribed yourself to be my remedy? I think you're the only thing that can help me,” you moaned.

The groan coming from his direction certainly wasn't professional anymore. A hand, now warmer than before, settled on your thigh. “You said it hurts here?” 

Before you could look where his finger was pointing you could feel the pad of it trace through your wet folds. 

“Exactly,” you breathed, spreading your legs a little further. 

“I can't see much,” he murmured, his cock twitching painfully in his pants. “I'd need to clean you up first before I run some more tests...is that okay with you?”

The bobbing of your head was enough for Harvey to finally break down.

He leaned forward faster than he would have guessed from himself, his fingers spreading your folds, and by Yoba, you were wet. All the more reason to examine you closely, wasn’t it? Keeping you healthy wasn’t bad, after all. It was his job. And if that was what it took, he would oblige – for the sake of medicine, of course. Not because of his throbbing cock and the desperate need to taste you on his tongue; not because he was salivating from the thought alone.

His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth, a sliver of hesitation lingering in the air. He could see your hole contract when you thought him close, he could see the shivers making the muscles of your thighs twitch whenever his hot breath hit the wetness of your cunt, and yet…wasn’t this wrong? Had he somehow taken advantage of you?

“Harvey, fuck, please?” A small rock of your hips followed your words. Urging him closer. He could smell you now, and holy life, did you smell good. Lured him right into taking a deep whiff, as if he didn’t know he would get drunk on you immediately. Yet he did know and he willingly took another deep inhale. The impatient whine above him caused his eyes to flicker up to your face. You looked down at him, your lower lip tugged between your sets of pearly whites. No words needed to be spoken, and yet Harvey still followed your order.

His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth; eyes glued to your face. He wanted to see how you would react to that first contact, wanted to see if you felt as hot as he did right now. His pants were really straining against his aching erection, his zipper pressing against the shaft through his boxers. He was pretty sure those were wet too by now, with all the pre-cum he had been leaking. He finally pressed the muscle against your entrance, licking a flat, thick line upwards. And he took his time doing it; so much so that it had your toes curl and your thighs close in around his head. The brunet was quick to react, though, one hand holding your leg open, while the other busied itself with spreading open your pussy for his hungry tongue. His licking had become faster now, but precise enough to avoid your clit. He was, after all, only cleaning you up now, wasn’t he? Still, that didn’t mean that his hot tongue licking up whatever you gave him didn’t make you moan for him. How long had you been thinking about this? Having Harvey between your legs, in any which way he would have offered? Too long. And now he finally had his head buried between your thighs, licking and sucking you up like a starved man offered a meal after ages of going hungry. His tongue licked up and down, from one side to the other, but he still ignored your hardening clit with apparently the same professionalism he had ignored your advances before.

He gave your lips a light suck, then sunk his tongue deep inside of you. A groan left his glistening lips, eyes shut tight while he lapped at your walls eagerly, trying to get as much of you as possible into his mouth. “Harvey, oh fuck, right there,” you breathed, hand flying in his hair to hold onto the strands between your fingers tightly, giving a tug that was harder than you had intended it to be. But that only seemed to spur the male on more, his face burying deeper, tongue and lips working in unison now. And by Yoba, he had never tasted anything this good; so sweet, so…you; and you were addictive.

Your hips bucked upwards for him, if to grant him easier access or just because you couldn’t keep them down anymore, you didn’t know. You didn’t really care, either. Harvey’s moustache rubbed against you in a way that made your head spin, his lips sucking on you while he circled his tongue within you made your whole body tense. Even when pussy-drunk he seemed incredibly precise, knowing just where to brush past, when to suck and when to lick.

 You weren’t able to do much anymore, just hold onto his hair and wait for the sweet, sweet release to wash over you and in turn, Harvey’s tongue.

It was close; you could feel it in the ripple down your spine, in the way you clenched around him, you could feel it in the pit of your stomach, too. You were dangerously close to the edge, and one well-placed flick would push you over. You were ready for it; the string of moans that left your lips were dirty, raw, carrying all the words you couldn’t form anymore.

You awaited the feeling of your orgasm crashing over you, not to suddenly feel empty and cold after being engulfed in the warmth of his mouth. But Harvey was standing now, his face wet and his glasses fogged up from the heat that had reached the cool surface, and yet you knew that he was staring right at you. You opened your mouth, but you didn’t trust your vocal cords just yet, so all you did was letting out a confused hum, to which the brunet in front of you smiled.

“You are all clean now- I believe you are ready for further tests.”

Fuck, you were. More than that. By now, you really felt an ache in your body, and the only remedy was there, right in front of you, fumbling with the buttons of his pants. His hands were shaking, enough so for you to lean forward, popping the button open for him. The doctor let out an awkward laugh, moustache twitching from the embarrassed rumble that went through him. “Sorry,” he whispered but quickly switched gears when you pressed a kiss to his lips. The taste of you mixed with his spit made you whimper, the appetite for him only growing within you. You wanted to help him tug down his boxers as well, but instead of fabric, you were met with the soft skin that had been hidden beneath until now. Your throat went dry; you just had to pull away and look at him. He was big, tip coated in a layer of pre-cum, his shaft girthy.

“Harvey, please,” you stammered, leaning back on the table so he could lean over you more easily.

The brunet followed you like a well-behaved lamb, leaning in again to kiss you. You could feel the tip of his dick against your entrance, slowly pushing forward. The stretch the head of his penis caused made your eyes roll back, excitement for the rest of his girth stretching you bubbling inside of you.

Harvey, ever the gentleman, took it slow. Rutting inside of you, centimetre after centimetre, eyes fixed on your face for any signs of pain and discomfort. He brushed your hair to the side to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how good you felt, how wet you were for him, and holy Yoba, did he ever feel anything like this before?

You had to admit, at first, the stretch did hurt a little, but with both him being so tender with you, so gentle, the pain quickly turned into a cloud of lust and despair. You wanted him, and you weren’t afraid to show him anymore. “Harvey, oh, for fuck’s sake, fuck me.”

A twitch, and then a shove that made him bottom out inside of you. A groan from him bled into the moan that tore from you, but that didn’t make Harvey pause. Not anymore.

His thrusts were shaky, unsure at first. He was just so adorable, wasn’t he? His eyes searched yours as if to ask for approval, as if to make sure he was doing this right, and it made your heart swell within your chest.

“You are so good to me, Harv,” you whispered, shamelessly letting your moans slip for him. The brunet’s eyes lit up, and he pushed his hips forward faster, more eagerly now.

Smiling to yourself, you let your head lull back. Harvey’s dick felt so good within you, filling you out with clumsy thrusts that steadied the more confidence he felt. Your back arched in as the brunet found a rhythm that seemingly fitted both your tastes; fast strokes that reached deep within you. The little grunts that left his slightly swollen hips only added fuel to the fire, only made you want him more.

Your legs hooked around his soft hips as he fucked into you with quick thrusts, body working with him to get him to go harder, more ruthless. Lucky for you, Harvey was a quick learner. Dick now fucking into you harder, red tip still pounding as deep as he could go.

The man’s face was a mix of pleasure and astonishment as if he wasn’t able to believe this was really happening to him. You just felt so damn good around him, walls clinging to his hot cock, sucking him off with each thrust. If he had a say in it, he would have never left your sweet pussy again, keeping his dick buried inside of you, thrusting into you whenever he deemed fit.

The moans and whines of his name that filled the examination room made his vision blur; his balls incredibly tight all of a sudden.

“Harveeey,” you gasped out, your hand reaching for his in an attempt to hold onto something again, fingers gently brushing along his knuckles before intertwining. The brunet above you was panting now, his hips never stilling as he fucked into you. His eyes, however, weren’t focused on your face anymore; they had fallen onto your tits that were bouncing oh so nicely for him with each of his thrusts. He just couldn’t help himself; it was too tempting – his head dipped down, teeth catching one of your pretty pink nipples, nibbling on it just to suck it into his mouth moments later.

You could feel the feeling start to grow inside of you again, your orgasm approaching you, even though you didn’t want this to stop yet. You didn’t want this to end just now, now that he was filling you up so perfectly, cock sliding against your squishy walls with such ease; you didn’t want his balls slapping against your wet cunt to stop just yet, you wanted, no, needed, more.

As if hearing your thoughts, Harvey picked up his pace just a little more, his mouth switching to the other nipple to pay it the same amount of attention. The squelching sound of the wetness between your legs was to die for, just like the feeling of his orgasm hot in his veins.

You just felt so deliciously good, better than any neat whiskey ever could have, and it made him go crazy. He felt hot, he felt like he was just about close enough to heaven to feel it, but not quite there. The bucking of his hips grew more desperate as he chased his orgasm, going hard and deep inside of you while his mouth busied itself leaving hickeys on your bouncing tits. The insecurity from before had vanished, and the groans, the begs, the whines, the praise, all coming from you was enough to keep it away.

“Harvey, I am- fuck, I am so close-“

He would have answered, had he been able to. But he had basically gone mute, aside from the whimpers and groans, as well as high-pitched moans that dared to tumble from his tongue. Instead, he just nodded at you and did his best to pick up the pace some more. It was just so hard with you sucking around him so nicely, drooling all over his dick. So hard to focus when he could feel you shake beneath him, making his body ache for the final push.

The bite to your tit he gave you, combined with his deepest thrust yet was enough for you. You squeezed his hand tightly, your toes curling and your back arching in as finally allowed the release to flow over you. You cried out his name, your sweet, pretty cunt spasming around poor Harvey, who was, admittedly, both absolutely pussy-drunk and empty-minded.

His breathing now came in forceful, laboured pushes, and if he had ever heard a patient breathe like that, he would have sent them straight to bed and run endless tests on them. But this – this was nothing but the sheer hunger for one person.

He suddenly slammed forward once more, his back arching in as he moaned out your name loudly, penis twitching as he came inside of you, cum painting your walls white. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to not lose focus, his mouth hanging open as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs were quivering with each thrust that sent shocks up your spine from the overstimulation that slowly started to nag at you.

Panting, the brunet tried to keep himself from crashing down on top of you, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. His eyes were still hazy as they took in your fucked-out expression. You looked ruined but also completely…satisfied.

Your hand was still shaky as you reached up to let it run down his flushed cheek, a smile on your lips. “That definitely helped, Harv,” you whispered, voice slightly more hoarse than it had been that morning.

Harvey cleared his throat, and after a moment or maybe two – maybe also three, he just felt so good inside of you – pulled out of you, shaky legs carrying him over to the sink where he wettened some paper towels to clean you up.

“I am glad I was able to help.”

Disappointment settled in your stomach. Was that it? Did he just go back to his professional self like the table beneath you wasn’t drenched in your wetness and his cum?

“But I need to run a few more tests. I think home visits would be best; I’d need different surfaces and times.”

Click. Two lambs had fallen for the trap

[fairlyang]

Lucky⚔️🐺

imagine letting your boyfriends convince you to entertain one of their sick fantasies

w/c: 3K

pairing: ghostfaces!wadewilson&loganhowlett x gf!reader

tags: 18+ smut. a polycule, they’re both perverted AF, ghostface roleplay, hide n seek, predator & prey play, fear play, pain kink x2, knife play, stabbing them (bc they can regen), they asked for it n loveeee it, reallyyy getting into character, murder mention, teasing, dirty talk, stroking, fingering, blowjob, unprotected sex, mirror sex (?), doggy, missionary, two creampies

a/n: it’s october ofc i had to do a ghostface fic 🤞🏼bro it was meant to be a ramble…. and oml i’m so tired

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it didn’t come as much of a surprise to you that your boyfriends both had a pain kink, it was something so obvious to anyone with eyes. 

what was a surprise to you was the fact that the first time you properly dive into their kink and not just barely grazing them with a knife like you sometimes did, they wanted to do it in ghostface attire.

you instantly assumed it was wade’s idea, because why wouldn’t it be? but apparently after you were all watching the original scream movie recently, they had the brilliant idea at the same time and knew you had to be their sidney prescott. 

wade was so committed, he ended up renting the iconic house for the whole weekend. logan thought that was a bit of an exaggeration but once wade handed you a buck 120 knife, he said it only made sense.

this was going to go as a game of cat and mouse or in simpler terms, hide and seek. you'll all be leaning into the roleplay so there will be a sense of horror but also making sure it's horny. so you'd be their helpless victim that'll pretend to not love the whole ordeal but as soon as their hands are on you, you'll fold.

and since they want to play into their pain kink, you'd have to try to give them a little stab each before getting to the sex.

so now you were hidden beneath the bed in the master bedroom while you heard the loud sounds of them clearing the bottom floor. they had given you a minute to pick a hiding place and you didn't really want it to take long.

you'd be lying if you said this idea didn't turn you on because one check of your panties and there would lay the real answer. there was just something about your boyfriends pretending to hunt you down and knowing damn well they were checking every crevice while having raging boners.

and they say romance is dead.

you held your knife in hand, absolutely ready to use it and feeling your heart start to race. your breathing was as quiet as it could be but with the silence from the room, it felt like they'd be able to hear it so easily. 

you could hear them opening and closing doors fast, sensing that they also didn't have too much patience like they thought they would. 

suddenly you heard their loud footsteps coming up the stairs and you held your breath as they made their way up. your heart was beating faster now, a small feeling of terror creeping up on you as you heard them split up. one of them immediately went up the small staircase to enter the room you were in, which makes sense since it was the first room close to the staircase but it didn't make you feel any less scared.

he walked in slowly, taking a quick scan of the mini living room to the right side of the room and not seeing you so he then made his way around the bed to go to the bathroom. he quickly came out because there was nowhere to hide in there and suddenly his footsteps left the room. you could barely hear him leave through the second door near the bathroom which just led to another living room area with a reading nook.

you let out a breath you were holding and feel your heartbeat become steady as you heard them both on the other side of that floor. there was a quick thought of slipping out of the room to find a new hiding place just for fun but you realized they'd just be even more impatient if they had to double check each floor again since the house was decently big.

you heard their movements become faster, more frantic as if making it more realistic on purpose. then it was just silence. 

the silence only made this more freightening and it was a tiny bit scary. you breathed as quietly as you could, not wanting to alert them whatsoever then coming to the slow realization that that they both have amazing fucking hearing.

uh oh.

before you could even think of doing anything, your legs were grabbed and you were dragged out from under the bed while you started kicking and wiggling, "lookie who just remembered we have superpowers." wade's voice teased, making you groan.

you rolled on to your back, now facing them and quickly stabbed the one who wasn't holding on to your legs. you heard a grunt from underneath the mask and you pulled the knife out only for a moan to come out this time. 

you held in a laugh and were about to stab him again when the second one got on top of you and held your arms above your head. he grabbed the knife and handed it to the first one, who just toyed with it in his hands. “you really gotta love the original, don’t ya cupcake? i mean where else would we get such a good idea for murder?” wade said and your heart dropped. 

you knew this was all just a part of it but shit did it sound so fucking real. well you might as well you play their little game. 

“you’re fucking crazy you know that?” you spit and try to get him off. 

but it was to no use, he was much bigger than you and made sure to straddle your lap. nearly looked like he was about to give you the lap dance of a lifetime, which you wouldn’t put past him on doing. 

“don’t call us that baby, it hurts.” wade complains, putting a hand to his heart and you could just tell he was pouting underneath the mask. 

“and you perfectly went on with it, pretty girl.” logan teases, making you turn to look at him. 

you tried to lift your leg up to hit wade in the balls but you didn’t move an inch, you groaned in frustration and continued trying to fight him off, “you sick fucks shouldn’t have watched that fucking movie.” you spit and logan suddenly pulls a fast one and stabs wade in his side. 

he groans and lets your hands go just to start fake crying in his hands while logan says the infamous line, “now, baby, don’t blame the movies. movies don’t create psychos, movies make psychos more creative.”

he pulls the knife out of wade earning himself a moan as the blood seeped through the robe. the wound was a bit deep so it would take a little while to heal itself. “oh you son of a bitch- i knew you would try to be billy!! it’s not fair!!!” he whined and smacked the knife right out of his hands, quickly grabbing it. 

he pointed it at logan’s mask then trailed it down his body while looking down. “on another note, i think we’re gonna have to do this to you tomorrow, hot stuff.” he murmurs, making logan smirk under his mask. 

catching them both off guard, you snatch your knife right back and slice across wade’s chest. he gasped and shook his head, “not nice to do that princess, come on now…” 

you shrugged and now wanting to get to the real fun stuff, you bring your empty hand to his thigh. he looks down at your hand then back up at your face then repeats two more times while you slowly bring your hand up higher each time. your hand landed on his hard on and you hum, "huh.. what's this?" 

he shrugged and lifted the robe up to reveal his pants, "come find out?" 

you eagerly nodded as he got off your lap so fast and even pulled you up before logan picked you up and threw you onto the bed. you quickly laid down on your stomach and got as close to the edge as possible while they both lifted the black robes up and over their bodies. you ogled at both their torsos while they threw them on the floor, now shirtless and with their tight fitting pants begging for an escape.

you licked your lips and weren't sure where to begin but they decided to be kind enough to help you by both taking their pants off. you whistled at the sight, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. "i sure am lucky huh?" you mumbled making logan chuckle, "that you are sweetheart.." 

"i think we're all lucky to be fair.. i mean not everyone is down to be fake hunted for fun…" wade murmurs as he fully slides his pants down. 

"or down to be stabbed…" you joke and he snorts, "thatta girl, see! be grateful you have two immortal boyfriends."

logan rolls his eyes and brings his hand to your head, pulling you close to his cock, "c'mon let's get to it."

"hey patience is key baby.." you mumble and bring your right hand up. making them remember you still had the knife. 

he wasn't nervous, didn't even budge. 

instead he watched you intently and carefully while you brought it up and down his thighs, the tip only barely grazing his skin. you trailed up higher, going around his pubic bone and just going back and forth. you pressed a little more so the tiniest bit of blood came out but the wound quickly disappeared before your eyes. meanwhile his cock was twitching and precum was oozing down. you pulled the knife away and looked over at wade's and his was the exact same, "you guys are kinda sick…" you mumble making them both groan.

"says the one doing it." wade retorts and you shrug. 

you let go of the knife and put it off to the side while grabbing a cock in each hand, them standing right next to each other was a major help. you spit on logan's then do the same to wade's while waiting for the saliva to go down to your knuckles before stroking them at the same time.  

they both moan, making you smile as you look up to watch both their reactions. logan was looking at you through the tiny holes in the mask while wade's head was hung back in bliss. you started stroking them faster, listening to the amazing sounds they were both letting out.

it was music to your ears.

 "just like that baby." logan purred, mesmerized by the view.

"oh fuck- god really is a woman." wade moaned out, making you do a double take before shaking it off. 

you continued your pace for a few minutes before you started to slow down then suddenly kept going again. just to keep them on their toes. 

they were getting grumpy and annoyed, too fast for your liking but they were needy so what can you really do? 

you knew that if you took one in your mouth it would only be a matter of time before you heard complaints from the other one so you had to stick with just your hands. at least that was until they suddenly flipped the switch on you.

wade smacked your hands away from them and before you even got a chance to say anything, logan manhandled you and made you do a 180 then flipped you over, spreading your legs apart in front of them. they both got on their knees, finally taking their masks off to reveal your boyfriends' handsome faces while they ogled at your dripping pussy. 

logan lifted your skirt up and let it drape over your stomach while wade pulled your already soaked panties to the side, "whose the sick fuck now?" wade mocked before taking his gloves off then throwing them behind him. 

you rolled your eyes at him while logan also took his gloves off and then immediately slid a finger inside you with no warning, "fuck!"

he slammed it as deep as he could go while wade watched in awe. the way your walls were just sucking his whole finger up just made him want to fuck you already. he should be excited this was happening at all and really take it in, maybe take his time, relish the moment but he couldn't help it. it was taking so much in him to not just fuck you like he needed. 

he had a feeling logan was on the same boat but knew they had to give you a bit of pleasure before fucking you. it was only a shame because he was so impatient now more than ever.

fortunately for him, he and logan were sharing a brain cell and he pulled his finger out, "sorry baby, we're too impatient.."

wade cheered and quickly got up before taking initiative and manhandling you to flip you onto your stomach then putting you in doggy. he made sure your ass was out and your back perfectly arched before taking his position behind you while logan sat down in front of you.

he looked down at his dick and you grabbed it, taking it into your mouth and going down because there was no point in waiting around. wade slipped inside you, letting you adjust for a solid minute before he started moving.

he started pulling out then thrusting back inside as deeply as he could while you moaned around logan’s cock. he was moaning right along with you while he watched the scene in front of him unfold.

you just looked too good sucking him off while getting fucked and wade looked too good losing his fucking mind fucking you.

“fucking shit baby- you feel so good-“ wade moans and grips onto your hips with his hands, watching your ass bounce and recoil with every thrust.

you whimpered and felt logan twitch in your mouth as you took as much of him as you could without accidentally choking because wade was going hard. he now started smacking your ass, feeling each cheek grow warm fast, “taking it so well sweet pea- so proud of you..” he murmured and you clenched against him.

he moaned and started going faster, having full faith that you’d empty his balls in no time.

you pull away from logan and feel a string of saliva come from your lips to his tip as you took a deep breath, “mmm there you go.. take that cock baby.” he murmurs and cups your jaw, softly rubbing his thumb to your cheek.

your eyes were glossy. so pretty and fucked out already even though it wasn’t that long.

“baby please-“ you pleaded and gripped into logan’s thighs, digging your nails into the skin.

“what do you need, sugar? don’t be shy now.” wade teased with broken breaths.

you didn’t even know what you were begging for, just desperate to cum because all that playing around had you feeling more insatiable than usual. then it popped into your head.

“cum inside me please.” you moaned and wade groaned.

he looked straight ahead and was barely able to looking at himself in the mirror fucking you. he chuckled then lowered himself down until his chest was pressed against your back, “whatever you want baby- fuck- gonna take two loads tonight?”

you whimpered and nodded your head yes while his thrusts became sloppier and he felt that knot in his belly tightening. he moved a hand over and down to your neck, wrapping his hand around it and lightly squeezing, “mmm look at yourself in the mirror baby… think i just found the prettiest of them all.”

you grin and look into his eyes through the mirror which was just the thing to push him right over the edge. he spilled his load inside you, letting go of your neck as he made sure you received every earned drop.

you caught your breath and laid your head onto logan’s lap while wade let out his final moans and slowly started to slip of you. right at that moment logan quickly stood up and took wade’s place, sliding inside you before any of his cum slipped out.

he moaned as soon as your walls entrapped him, feeling wade’s load as he thrusted hard, “fuck- oh my fucking god baby-“

you whimpered and now laid your head against wade’s lap. that was until logan flipped you over once against and now you were on your back with your legs spread as much as you could while he began pounding into you mercilessly.

you were a mess, eyes fucked, body warm, legs shaking while logan moaned out for you, gripping the back of your thighs while he watched your tits bounce.

his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he quickly looked back at you just to grope and squeeze your tits. he kept his hard and deep thrusts at an all time high, already feeling that you were getting close.

your legs started to shake and it was like he was able to feel your pussy pulsate against him. it felt amazing feeling you tightening around him like a vice, it was a feeling he could never truly get use to but would love to feel for the rest of his life.

you were letting out sweet moans of his name as he felt his own orgasm build in his stomach, “that’s a good girl- f-fuck yeah baby, cum with me-“

you whimpered and reached down to your tits and entertwine your fingers with his. “cum inside me too baby- need it so bad.” you whined with a little pout.

with one final look at your face, he did so. he groaned as he came inside you and making sure you were filled to the fucking brim because it’s what you deserve. you shut your eyes and feel your body shake when your orgasm hits you hard while he slows down.

with a few slow strokes, you rode out your highs and he slowly started to pull out of you. you didn’t even notice wade had been on standby next to logan with a towel to help clean up the mess.

yeah you were definitely the lucky one in this relationship.

[drunkinyourbenz]

what do you think about the nat and billie dating rumours? i'm scared she was queerbaiting us

oml i'm actually sick and tired of these asks i hate the tiktok fans sm for starting this shit

neither billie or nat have come forward and confirmed anything, and it is not a thing until they say it is. stop making speculations and respect their privacy, its none of our business. let our girl breathe.

and as for billie dating a guy, if she is, good for her. i do not care. she has come forward and said she likes both girls and guys and the assumption that her liking a man = her not liking women is incredibly biphobic and i think you should do some self reflection on why you think that. billie can date whoever the fuck she wants.

also, why do you see her with a man and instantly think they're in love? again, let her breathe. let her have friends. she's a human being who has friends like everyone else, not just some fucking projection for our entertainment.

and as for queerbaiting, that is not a thing. real people cannot queerbait. queerbaiting is a term about movies and media that makes you think it's got queer characters in it and markets it as so, but the gayest character is some stereotypical background character. billie has never once queerbaited us, because it is not a term that refers to real human beings.

the fact that you think you're entitled to any kind of information on her sexuality and her love life is stupid as hell, please get over yourself. we do not know billie personally, and she is a human being with her own feelings and relationships that are none of our business.

overall, i do not give a fuck. if they're dating, good for them. if they're not, good for them. but until one of them confirms anything, there's nothing going on between the two of them. stop sending me these asks and mind your business.

[pedriache]

The perfect pair — Pedri Gonzalez.

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Fem!Reader

Summary: Since the events of last week, you began to actively avoiding Pedri, but there was a birthday party you couldn’t get out of. Unfortunately, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him, and he finally decides he had enough of your behavior.

Word count: 1.2k+

Disclaimer/s: Part One ! Slight angst to fluff + cussing

A/N: Clearing out my drafts is so relieving oml.

Another group hang out. You’d been avoiding them for three weeks now. The simple thought of being near Pedri had sent you into a spiral. Every time you thought of him, your heart bursted and your stomach ached terribly. But you’d managed to suck it up since it was a birthday party.

The house bustled with friends and you’d found yourself in the corner of the living room, sipping from a cold Dr.Pepper. You watched everyone interact, laughing at a few stories, but your attention was solely focused on Pedri. Every time he laughed, you felt your heart rate pick up, every time he caught your eye, you couldn’t breathe.

Eventually, Pedri seemed to be getting annoyed with the stolen glances and your apparent avoidance. He stood up from the couch and swiftly made his way toward you.

Nerves wracked your body and suddenly you couldn’t sit still. You switched from foot to foot, eyes darting around the room. What the hell was he doing?

“Is there something wrong? With me, specifically?” Pedri asks shortly, at his wits end with you.

“Well, there’s a lot wrong with—“ Your words are cut short when Pedri wraps a hand around your arm, “what are you doing?” Your eyes form silts at his action.

Pedri pulls you to the deserted kitchen, letting his hand drop from your arm. “I’m serious.” He huffs out your name like it was the most frustrating thing in the world. “You’re staring at me all night, but you won’t say a word to me! Not to mention the fact that you haven’t showed up to the last, fuck—the last dozen get togethers. Do you hate me that much?”

You’re a little—no, a lot, surprised at his words. The fact that it wasn’t anger coming from him, it was more like exhaustion. Like you were causing him genuine distress.

“Why do you care?” You scoff, narrowing your eyes at him. Nothing could hide the confusion in your face, though, and that only seemed to rile up the brunette more.

“Jesus!” Pedri’s arms are thrown up in distress. “Tell me what it is that makes you hate me and i’ll change it! I’ll change my fucking personality if that’s what it is. Is it my hair? Would you like me to cut it a different way? Just tell me what to do and i’ll do it.” He finishes, eyebrows pulling up as he breathes heavily.

Your tongue dart out to wet your lips and you rub your face. “I don’t—I don’t hate you. For God’s sake, I don’t hate you, and don’t change. I don’t want you to change.” Your hands drop to your sides, already sick and tired of this conversation. “Why does it bother you so much? We aren’t friends or anything.”

Pedri’s jaw ticks. “Because I—“ He clamps his jaw shut. “I just… I want you to like me.” He finally spits out through gritted teeth.

You almost laugh at that. He wanted you to like him, and all you wanted to do was figure out why you seemed to like him so much.

Your mouth opens and closes half a dozen times before you finally find the courage to speak, though it comes out in a whisper. “I do.”

“What?” Pedri groans, “speak up, please?”

“I do.” You say louder, “I do like you.”

Now he’s quiet for a moment, and it was deafening. “So why are you acting like you hate me?” He pleads with you in his tone of voice, begging for an explanation. A reason as to why he had to chase you for a sliver of.. well, anything.

“I don’t have an answer for that. Sorry. I just don’t know how to be around you without nearly exploding. You made me want to explode and I don’t know why.” You lean back against the counter, resting your head on your own shoulder as you finally get yourself to look at him.

Pedri hadn’t taken his eyes off you, the pure distress in his expression had only deepened the longer he looked at you. “Well you make me want to explode. So, I guess the feeling’s mutual.”

Rubbing your temples, you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. “I don’t think you understand. Pedri, you make me want to explode in the way that when I see you, I can’t breathe. When i’m near you, I feel like my hearts going to combust.” The confession spewed off your tongue with a heavy sigh, and it felt like a thousand pounds of bricks being lifted off your shoulders.

Pedri’s face contorts, “what the hell. And you made me chase after you for years just for you to decide you like me now? Are you fucking with me?”

Years? He’s wanted you for years?

“Are you fucking with me? Years? Pedri. What even—what are you talking about right now.” Your jaw drops, “you know what? That’s not even important. What is important, is what we’re supposed to do now. Because I can’t keep pretending like I don’t want you.” Pushing yourself off the counter, you made slow, hesitant steps toward the man.

Pedri meets you half way, his hands reaching toward your face. “Neither can I.” His thumbs graze your cheeks tenderly, scared you’d pull away at any second.

“Good.” You swallow thickly, eyes flickering to his lips. “Good.. Good—“ His lips were on yours, kissing you like you were the air he breathed on a daily basis. As if the small act was the only thing he’d needed to keep him grounded forever.

“Oh this is disgusting. Get a room.” The familiar voice of your friend snapped the two of you from the new reality you had created.

Pedri pulls away from you, his hands still cupping your face as you two both glance toward the girl. “Oh, shut up.” You grumble. “What do you want?”

“Well, if your love fest is over, we’re about to open presents.” She smirks, wiggling her eyebrows in a teasing manor.

“We’ll be in there in a second.” Pedri nods his head, motioning for her to leave the two of you alone. She does so, but not before sending you a quick wink.

Once she’s gone, Pedri turns his attention back to you. “We should probably go..”

“Probably.” You nod in agreement, a small red hue passing across your cheeks. “Then what?”

The taller man’s eyebrow twitches, his lip curling into a small smirk. “Then we leave early, and I take you out?”

“A date? Already?” You laugh, “so smooth, always.”

Pedri shrugs unashamedly, “always.” He hums, pressing six soft pecks to your lips, and each time, you giggle into them.

Your friends had been right, you two were certainly going to be the perfect pair.

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DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby @gadriezmannsgirl @http-isabela @alexis1taylorr @moonlight-176 !

[thekissofaphrodite]

Hiii im absolutely in-love with your writing and I was wondering if you could do Clarisse X daughter of Hecate (ive seen a few fics of this dynamic and as a child of Hecate and someone who has a massive crush on clarisse I love seeing works like those lmao)

THIS IS AMAZING OML. TYSM FOR REQUESTING THIS!! THIS IS SO FUN TO MAKE <33

Black Magic

Clarisse La Rue x Daughter of Hecate!Reader

Summary: Brewing potions and matchmaking is a fun but not much fun as admiring the infallible Clarisse La Rue.

Warnings: KISSING. (i noticed that almost all of my requests had this warning :P )

Author's Note: I'M BACK WITH MY LAPTOP! AND I'LL TAKE A DAY OFF FROM SCHOOL SINCE IM TIRED FROM TRAVELING BUT HERE I AM! I DO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS.

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You loved the smell of brewing potion.

As a child of Hecate, you and your half siblings were often known as witches and matchmakers at camp. But still, some campers looked you in the eye and would call you a freak, Boasting about how their godly parent were part of the olympians, pointing at your mother's lack of place beside the Olympians.

Still, you've got a queue of campers (Mostly girls) waiting outside your cabin, The first ones left your workshop with a big smile on their faces or clutching their best friend whispering excitedly.

you and your siblings don't exactly share the same power for your mother had blessed you with different, but divine powers, and sure enough, you got foreseeing.

But some also left with a distraught expression and muttering a string of curses at you...It's not your fault that that their crushes aren't interested in them! You're just a fortune teller!

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"B-but this is a mistake! I love Presley! your magic is wrong!" Cried a girl from the aphrodite cabin, tears streaming down her cheeks, smudging her mascara, You gave her a sympathetic look before sighing.

"That's not what it said here..." You looked down at your cauldron with purple-ish pink bubbling liquid, The Boy, who you assumed was presley, had another girl in his arms, twirling her around as they dance into a romantic song. The aphrodite girl stormed away furiously, purposely knocking down several of your stacked candles and jars full of ingredients.

Then, You saw the girl bump into someone, It was Clarisse. The girl frowned, but then gulped when she saw Clarisse staring back at her.

The moment Clarisse saw you, her eyes soften a little bit, her lips curling into a smile as she watched you get flustered.

"Hey"

"Hey" You blushed as you hid your face in a book.

"Can i try?" Clarisse asked.

"Try what?" You raised your brow, staring at her carefully, The cauldron separating you two in between.

"That fortune potion thingy, I wanna know who i'd end up with" Her words made your heart break a little bit, You had a big crush on clarisse la rue the moment you stepped inside camp, and now here she is, you crush asking you to foresee her future with someone else.

You swallowed your disappointment and anger before nodding, your face frowning a little bit as you set your book down and grabbed a pair of scissors.

"I need a piece of your hair" You said, Clarisse then grabbed the scissors and cut a decent amount of hair.

She watched you carefully, her brown eyes glinting with admiration as you recited latin and greek spells before dropping her hair into the cauldron, the smoke started rising and the liquid started bubbling, at first, you thought your eyes deceived you, you saw yourself with clarisse, sitting under a tree your back leaned against hers as you two laughed, hands intertwined as the sun rays hit you two.

you became breathless, your body stiff, Clarisse was confused, her dark brows raised as she scanned your expression.

"Oh my gods, please don't tell me it's Chris Rodriguez" She said, she secretly hoped it would be you, the thought of chris rodriguez and her being all lovey dovey made her sick.

When she peaked into the cauldron, She felt victory, joy, ecstasy she couldn't describe it. Every happy emotions filling her as she watched herself and you in the cauldron, laughing while kissing each other's cheeks lovingly.

You became speechless while watching Clarisse's eyes beam with joy, You two stared at each other for a moment before the Ares girl took the matters to her hands and kissed you.

It took you a moment to process what's going on. Then you find yourself kissing her back, pulling her closer as her breasts pressed against yours.

You two were then interrupted by the sound of the door opening, you two quickly pulled away and stepped back. Clarisse pretended to look around while you improvised some words to save you and Clarisse from being caught.

Your half sister, Lou Ellen looked at you and Clarisse before going to her trunk, rummaging into her things.

"I'll have your strengthening draught ready by tomorrow" You blurted at clarisse, You looked at her and she stared back before nodding.

"Of course" She whispered.

As she left, You saw her wink at you cheekily before closing the door.

"What's that ares girl doing here?" Lou Ellen asked.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all" You whispered, still feeling her lingering touch.

A/N: THIS IS AMAZING OMG!!! I TRIED MY BEST TO MAKE IT MORE WITCHY AND STUFF BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS!!

[goldsainz]

❝ ALL I NEED IS YOU ❞

MASTERLIST!

pairing . . . lewis hamilton x reader

◦∘｡ﾟ. request . . . “could you do slut! for Lewis? and maybe a combination of angst and fluff?”

◦∘｡ﾟ. summary . . . fans hate you for dating their favourite driver, but it all might just be worth it for once.

◦∘｡ﾟ. note . . . I’M BACK WITH THE FICS!! i’m not quite sure why i had a creative drought, but i’m glad i’m out of it🙏 alsooo, hope you guys liked the new theme bc i brainstormed for hours about it and i’m actually really liking it

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f1gossip Once again, Y/N Y/L/N is back in the paddock! The unofficial but official girlfriend of Lewis Hamilton has now been present for all of the triple-header and fans have noticed! Now, many aren’t happy that their beloved F1 Superstar is entangled with the model because of her dating tendencies. Will she be at the Las Vegas Grand Prix? Let us know your thoughts! 👀

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lewisfan2 need her far far away from my man

lewisfan3 sick and tired of seeing her appear on my screen🙄

ynfan2 don’t know who this lewis guy is but i’m loving all the y/n content we’re getting!!!

⤷ lewisfan4 and thank god you know nothing of the sport. we don’t want any of her fans ruining it.

lewisfan5 unpopular opinion: i actually like her and lewis together🤷‍♀️

ynfan3 i hope she continues dating lewis just to piss you guys off

ynfan4 SHE LOOKS SO GOOOOOOD

lewisfan6 🤮🤮🤮

lewisfan7 bye not her taking a photo in front of his car

⤷ ynfan5 she’s his gf? why wouldn’t she do that?

⤷ lewisfan7 it’s giving attention wh0re

⤷ ynfan5 or (and hear me out) she’s just a supportive gf!!

lewishamilton and yourusername posted an instagram story!

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yourusername brasil, eu te amo

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ynfan21 mother is mothering

lewisfan21 STAY AWAY FROM HIM! GET A JOB!

ynfan22 they’re actually so cute

adrianalima Bonitos! 💜

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lewisfan22 girl, that caption is not for brasil😭

lewisfan23 sick and tired of her appearing in my feed

lewisfan24 can’t wait until lewis leave you!!!!!!

user21 since when are they dating?

⤷ ynfan23 it’s really unclear, but everyone points to this year’s silverstone gp when she went as a mercedes guest!

⤷ user21 and people are still hating on her???

⤷ ynfan23 yeah lmao

lewisfan25 mama y papa

lewisfan26 crazy how just a couple mints ago she was supposedly dating tom brady and now she’s “in love” with lewis… such a slut

⤷ ynfan24 you literally don’t know her. stop insulting people you don’t know.

ynfan25 mourning the loss of my wife rn 💔

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yourusername it’s raw, it’s real and it’s here!

this interview is extensive, but interviewer was so polite and just the perfect person to be interviewed by, to have my voice told by.

my vogue article will be yours too on the 22nd of november.

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lewishamilton FIA Gala, 2023

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yourusername an honour to be by your side 💜

⤷ lewishamilton The honour is all mine 💜

lewisfan41 THIS SHIT IS SO CUTE OML

lewisfan42 did not expect the hard launch, sir hamilton

roscoelovescoco I love’s my mum’s

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ynfan41 my heart literally flew out of my chest when i saw that they were together at the gala

mercedesamgf1 Our second Mercedes royal couple 👑

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lewisfan43 bro you didn’t take the prize home😭

⤷ lewisfan44 he already has the biggest prize with him

⤷ ynfan42 lewis fans got poetic all of a sudden

⤷ ynfan43 lewis fans stopped hating on y/n all of a sudden*

lewifan45 if he’s happy, i’m happy

sebastianvettel Congratulations! Finally the secret is out 😁

⤷ lewishamilton Thank you 🙌

ynfan44 need them both desperately!!!!!

ynfan45 i just know wag pages are having a field day

translations:

— brasil, eu te amo — brazil, i love you — bonitos — beauties

-ˋˏ *.· taglist . . . @lorarri @lpab @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @schumacheer @saintslewis @leoramage @toomuchdelusion @anthonykatebridgerton @enhacolor @gulabjamoon @toomuchdelusion @goldenalbon @ravisinghs-wife @racingtrail @hobiismyhopeu @celestialpato @lecsainz @kkeels

[rafedaddy01]

Babes, I literally LOVE your writing, frrr! You're so talented! And OML- you write Rafe soo good! If you take requests, I would do ANYTHING for dark!Rafe x pogue!reader (noncon would be great) where reader dares to talk back to Rafe, and he shows her who's actually in charge😩😮‍💨of course, only if you can! I hope you're okay. Love ya!❤️❤️❤️

Rafe x fem.kook.reader

Warnings: NONCON, smut, spitting kink, name calling, not really proof read

Rafe was the type to always be in control and you knew that. To be honest it was really fucking annoying. He’d think that he could control you like you were a dog humping his leg, you were a women. A very much independent women. Rafe knew of your fierce side and often would warn you not to use it.

You being the stubborn bitch that you are would not obey. Which of course would result with a punishment. Sometimes it would be light spanking. Other times it would be him luring orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were passed out. You weren’t gonna lie, at times it turned you the fuck on when he’d dominate you, but other times it would just frustrate you. He’d think that he’d bark an order and you’d obey like a good little lap dog.

Tonight was gonna be different. Tonight you’d take a stand. Put him in his place. Oh how that would be a mistake. But you didn’t know that yet. The two of you attended a party as you always do every Friday night. Rafe often sold drugs there and had quite a few buyers. What do you expect from rich teenage asshole who like to waste their parents money. “Go sit over there and wait for me” Rafe barked out at you as he went off to deal with business. You figured annoying him at the start of the night would be stupid, so you obeyed. With an eye roll ofc.

An hour passed, then two, then three. You decided enough was enough. You downed a drink and stood up, eyes scanning the room for Rafe. You spotted him lining up some coke on the table in front of the couch with people around him. Your blood boiled as he snorted it and a tall blonde next to him had her hand on his thigh. He always did stupid shit like this. But when you’d flirt with others he’d “fucking kill them” quote Rafes words.

You stormed up to him, stopping in a Superman pose with your hands on your hips. He stopped telling his blonde friend something that made her blush and turned to see you. It was almost like he had no shame for letting someone else ogle him while you sat and waited for him, his eyes scanning your pissed off face and leaning back into the couch with a sign.

“Didn’t I tell you to sit out” he spit out as the blonde hand was on his chest now

Your eyes filled with rage as you stared at him.

A smirk lifting the side of your lips. “I got tired of listening to you” you said leaning in closer. His eyes switched to a black scolding stare. He was trying to hold himself together in front of his customers, who still sat on the loungers around the two of you. “What did you say?” He said through gritted teeth as he pushed the blonde away from him.

You threw you head back in a crazed laugh. His eyes squinted at you, yours falling back on his and holding his gaze.

His fists were balled up now. “I. Got. Tired. Of. Fucking. Listening. To. You.” You said slowly. “I’m done Rafe. I’m leaving. Enjoy his small sick” you said the last part to the blonde next to him. You turned on your heel and left the group. You weren’t sure where you were going to how you were gonna get there, Rafe being your ride. But you didn’t want to be here. So you headed outside.

Your eyes filled with tears, but it was like a weight lifted off your chest. You were finally free from Rafes hold and it felt good to stand up for yourself. You started walking on the sand near the water that the beach house was by. Your enjoyed the crisp night air as you made way home. “Y/n! Where the fuck do you think your going!” A voice you knew all too well

“Rafe I told you. I’m done listening. Find someone else to be your bitch!” You shouted

“Y/n.. don’t test me” his warning tone made you laugh crazed again.

Suddenly he was right behind you. Your body froze as you turned around. Your cheeks flushed with heat as your eyes met his. There was nothing behind them. They were dark and vengeful as his chest heaved with his breathing. His hands gripped your wrists and twisted, he pulled you closer to him. His musky scent filling your nostrils.

“Let me go Rafe!” You said tugging your wrists back, but no use. His crazed stare intensified as he held you tighter. “Ow!” You winced as he gripped both your hands with one of his and the other snaking around your throat. It wasn’t hard but hard enough to let you know he could easily choke you if he wanted to. “I think you forgot who your talking to princess” he said coming up in your face that you could taste the alcohol off him

You whimpered as he gripped your throat harder, a small gasp leaving your lips in hopes to get more oxygen in. His lips curled up in a sickening snarl. His eyes darted between yours as he kissed you, you resisted but he squeezed harder.

Your mouth stopped fighting and he engulfed you with his tongue, pushing it past your teeth and practically down your throat. You didn’t want it, but you knew it’s be no use fighting. Tears left your eyes as he continued his fight with his tongue down your throat. He pulled back and you sucked in a breath as his hand let go of your hands, one of his still on your throat. “I think you need to be punished, princess” his tone was husky and it shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was.

You spit out and it landed right on his face. Big mistake. His smirk vanished as he used his thumb to wipe it off. “Naughty girl” he growled out as he pushed you to the ground.

You scoot her back into the sand, trying to get away. He shook his head as he gripped your ankles and pulled you back to him, his hand gripping your wrists once again and pushing them above your head. At this point you were wiggling around, fear cascading your body at what you knew he was capable of. But you couldn’t help the wetness soaking through your panties. What the fuck was wrong with you! His lips tangled with yours again.

“Rafe! Please!” You cried as tears streamed down your cheeks, the saltiness stinging your eyes. “Shhh, someone will hear your pretty cries, princess” he whispered in your ear as his kiss travelled down your neck, pecking it softly before pulling back. He hovered over you and his signature smug smirk was back on his face. “You should have obeyed” he said gripping your chin with his free hand.

“Never!” You said back at him. Your own face twisted in a scowl as you stared back at him with a confident stare. It was inevitable to fight him. You knew Rafe all too well and you knew what he was capable of. It was better to give into him than fight against him. “Oh, princess. You just don’t know when to stop”

He let go of your chin and lowered his hand to your jeans, unbolting them and pulling the zipper down, one of his hands still pinning both your hands above your head, never letting go

“Smile, princess. You might like what I do to you” he said.

Your eyes held his gaze as his fingers dipped into your wetness. “Why you so wet, princess?” He teased as his smirk widened as his fingers gathered some wetness on them and brought them to your lips, coating them like lipgloss. “Taste how horny you get for me!” He instructed.

Your tongue darted out and licked them as he groaned, watching you.

His hard on was poking you in the thigh as he slightly grinded it to relieve so tension. His fingers dipped back in your jeans and shimmed them a little lower as he rubbed your clit. “Rafe please!” You whined as you tried wiggling against his hold. “Easy, princess. Wouldn’t want to hurt you” he said as he pinched your clit, making you whimper and jerk at the sensation. You didn’t want this but it was no use fighting the pleasure igniting in your body. “Your dripping, princess. You sure you don’t want this” it was like he was reading your mind.

“I don’t.” You said coldly. His smirk widening. He moved his fingers lower, separating your lips and running two fingers between them. A small moan leaves your lips, his eyes darting up to yours. You turn you head to not look at him. “Hey! Eyes on me or I stop” he warns. It took everything in you not to look at him, but surly your head rolls back to his gaze. “Good girl” he praises, resuming his assault.

“Does that feel good?” He asks at his fingers wiggle there way inside you, curling up in a come here motion and pumping in and out. Your mouth hands open. His fingers are so much bigger than yours and it always felt good when he fingered you. You shook the thoughts out as you remembered he was doing this against your will.

“No” you said, voice strained as he sped up, his thumb circling your throbbing clit. “I think your pussy says otherwise, she’s squeezing me so tight. Are you gonna cum slut? Huh?” He asked, shouting the last phrase a bit to loud. You always loved being degraded at he obviously knew that, using it to his advantage. He pumped faster as your legs began shaking. The familiar feeling of an orgasm creeping up.

You heard him groan as your juices leaked out of you. He was pumping your poor pussy so hard that the squelching sound could be heard from the house if the music wasn’t blaring so loud, covering up your screams. “Go ahead, princess. Let go, show me just how much you don’t want this” he chuckled as he inserted a third finger. Your body shook vigorously as you high took over and any feeling of not wanting it or of hating Rafe and standing up to him washed out of your body. You screeched a high pitched moan as you slumped back down on his hand.

Rafe retracted his hand and brought it to his lips this time, sucking his fingers clean and groaning at your smell and taste. His eyes darted back to you, tears running down your cheeks. He brushed them off with his thumb as he caressed your face, a false hope of love he was giving you. His gaze darkened as his hand reached down to his belt and undid his pants. Your eyes widening at the realization that he wasn’t done with you.

Rafe was practically foaming at the mouth at the thought of being deep inside you. You tried wiggling free once more but a grip on your jaw made you wince in pain. “Open” he ordered. He pried your mouth open as he let his spit drop onto your shaking tongue. He closed your mouth and watched you reluctantly swallow. “Good girl” he said petting your hair like you were some fucking animal.

His dick was free now and massaging your clit as you wiggled. He slid it between your folds and groaned at the way you gripped him. A low moan betrayed your body as he started thrusting. Laying his head on your shoulder, your own rolling to the side and quietening your cry’s. He thrusted into you hard, rolling his hips slightly and loving the moans that snuck out of you.

He felt you tighten around him and he lost it. Diving into you deeper and letting you wrists go to grip the sand on either side of you. Your hand flying to his neck and gripping for dear life as an orgasm approached. Your mind in a sex haze and forgetting about not wanting it. He fucked you relentlessly. “Your never gonna get rid of me” his threat lingered as your eyes fluttered and indulged in the dark pleasure he delivered your body. His own release shaking his body as he groaned as his pumps came to a stop, still deep inside you.

His breathing picked up as you felt his dick re-harden in you. “Rafe get off me!” You said trying to push him off

He pushed you down. “Not a chance, princess. This is your punishment” he growled. “I know you want it, your pussys practically sucking me in” he started thrusting again and you groaned. Your eyes rolling as you let him use you. He was right. There was no getting rid of him. Showing him your attitude would just get you in trouble.

“I hate you!” You cried as pleasure washed through you again. “Yeah” he said with one hard thrust. “But your pussy doesn’t” he continued slamming into you. Relentlessly. His breaths coating your skin and making you shiver, goosebumps evident. “Your my little whore and don’t you forget it” he scowled.

“Please..” you moaned. “Please” he mocked you. “What do you want?” He asked coming down to your neck and biting. “I-I need to cum” you moaned. His fingers dipped to your clit circled it roughly. Edging you on. “Fuck!” You screamed. “Hold it” he sternly said

His dick twitched as he went back to pounding into you, his balls contracting with his second high hitting him and your, oh you don’t even remember how many he stole from you tonight, hit you both like a truck. He slid out of you and landed his sweaty body on yours.

“Your never getting rid of me y/n.” He said breathing heavy, “and I’m in control here. You will fucking listen to me”

@v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings

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OMG IGNORE THE OTHER ASK ME I MEANT MORE BIG BROTHER SUKUNA ur first one was rlly good (poor yuji) but it was rlly good 😜

summary: being with sukuna is like riding a seesaw. good thing his sweet, younger brother, yuji, is there to hear about your problems and be a shoulder to lean on. too bad you don't feel the same for him.

a/n: a part two! i wanted to continue with the band au thing that I wrote about in the first part. i was rewatching victorious and oml jade and beck is kinda of what i picture y/n and sukuna being like (but like more intense). song used is "you don't know me" by Elizabeth gillies (the actress for jade) (here's the link)

warning(s): mentions of toxic relationship, sexual acts!!, leading on (mostly on yuji's part), one-sided feelings (again on yujis part I'm sorry bb), mentions of manga characters not yet introduced in the anime (yorozu and kashimo hajime)

"I told you that I don't want you talking to her anymore! She keeps fucking flirting with you, and I don't like it!" you yell at Sukuna, and like always he rolls his eyes at your antics. Scoffing, you cross your arms and wait for Sukuna to say something, anything at this point to ease your worries.

"Yeah, and I fucking told you that you're overreacting. Yorozu's always like that," he replied, his face pulled into a nasty scowl, his eyes narrowing into a cold gaze. His words do little to ease your anger (or worry) and cause more rage to flare in you.

"Are you fucking kidding me? That's it? That's your excuse for her basically fucking herself on you the entire night?!" you scoff. You think back to how this whole fight started, and a deep pit at the bottom of your stomach starts to form.

Why hadn't you listened to your friends? They knew the type of guy Sukuna was and they warned you about getting involved with him. How someone like him would never allow himself to be tied down to one girl. How he wasn't "boyfriend" material at all.

And they were right. Even though your relationship with Sukuna had evolved past that of a one-night stand to the point where you'd see each other for dinner or even movies, that didn't stop him from basking in the attention of other girls, Yorozu specifically.

Ugh, you hated her the moment that Sukuna had introduced the two of you. The boom of the music that always filled you with a rush of adrenaline and energy seemed to dull as your eyes landed on the girl who clutched onto Sukuna's arm and pushed her boobs into his frame. Her love-sick eyes that always followed him and that ugly high-pitched laugh of hers set off something ugly in you.

The sound of the door opening makes the two of you turn. Yuji walks through the door, his gym bag slung on his shoulder and hair a little matte with sweat. His tired figure seemingly brightens up the second his eyes fall on you, and he's smiling oh-so sweetly at you. It doesn't last long as he notices how there are tears pricking the ends of your eyes and how your arms are crossed in anger.

He's quick to put his gym bag down, head over to you, and place a hand on the small of your back. "You ok? Did Sukuna say something rude to you?" he asks, his voice and eyes filled with nothing but sincere worry and softness.

Sukuna's quick to scoff, and before he knows it, he shoves Yuji away from you. "She's fucking fine," he spits out. Without another word, he turned on the ball of his feet and headed towards his room. His door-slamming echoes throughout the apartment, and with him gone, you finally let your tears fall.

Strong, warm arms are quick to wrap around you as you let your head lean on Yuji's shoulder. Small hiccups leave your lips as Yuji whispers sweet nothings into your ears and rubs comforting circles into your back. "I-I just need to go. I'm sorry, Yuji," you say and quickly step out of his arms and grab your bag from the couch.

"I'm always here for you if you need anything," the pink-haired boy says, and there's a strange tug at your heart. A small and quick 'thanks' is all you can muster before rushing out and away from the apartment.

"You think you're so funny, huh?" Sukuna sneers at you, his eyes glaring down into yours as he holds your wrists together. His leg pushes between your thighs, and a whimper falls from your lips as you feel the familiar hot warmth pulse throughout your body.

"Do-Don't know what you're ta-talking 'bout," you manage to say, lying straight to Sukuna's face. It seems you both know that you're lying, and he lets out a deep chuckle as he lowers his lips to bite into your shoulder. A yelp escapes your lips before you try to hold back a moan.

"Really? So, you weren't throwing yourself on Kashimo like some slut?" Sukuna says back. Your eyes narrow into a glare as your gaze meets his. You can feel his boner pressing into your thigh, and you hate how you can feel yourself getting wet.

"Fuck you," you spit at him, and he laughs again.

"That's the plan, darling."

"Are you sure you are good to go on, y/n? You look like shit," Shoko says, a cig hanging from her lips. A puff of smoke follows, and you grimace as you try to wave it away from you.

"I'm good. Just kinda tired," is all you say, and Shoko doesn't look entirely impressed with your answer. She sighs before putting her cig out and holding your hand in hers.

"Maybe it's time you put an end to whatever you have with Sukuna," she whispers quietly enough so that Satoru and Suguru don't hear it (even though you're pretty sure they're listening in anyway since they, too, are worried about you). And you hate how she says it, "whatever." Shit, you hate that it accurately sums up the relationship between you and Sukuna. Because, in truth, you don't know what you and Sukuna are anymore. You two argue, you fuck, you go out to parties together and then go back to arguing. You don't remember ever having fun together like you did in the beginning. Instead, you've gotten so used to your routine that you've begun looking forward to what happens sometimes after you argue.

How when Yuji comes back to the apartment, and you and Sukuna are in the middle or nearing the end of a yelling match, he'll whisk you away and look at you with those love-filled eyes. How he'll tell you some stupid story that happened to him and his friends, or how he'll take you to the nearby ice cream shop in hopes that it'll cheer you up. How your heart feels much heavier every time you say goodbye to him, and you catch a glimpse of his red, rosy cheeks.

You know that Yuji likes you, but not in a friendly way. No, that he genuinely wants to be in Sukuna's place. He wants to treat you so much better than his older brother does. And you know he would, but you simply can't feel the same for him. No matter how much ice cream you eat or how many stories he tells you, your heart doesn't beat the same for him as it does for Sukuna. And you feel so incredibly guilty about how you let him take you away from your big-bad-scary 'whatever' and act like the two of you are together.

With a huff, you stand up and down the rest of your drink before smiling back at your bandmates. "It's almost time for us to go on."

How fucking shameless can Sukuna be? you think as your gaze sweeps the crowd and lands on him and his friends. Uraume (who you actually like and you think likes you back) is bobbing their head to the beat of the current song while Mahito cheers wildly (he's so wasted) and Hajime is sipping on his drink, and of course, Yorozu is wrapped all around Sukuna.

His eyes aren't on her, though. No, they're staring straight back into yours, and you hate how, after all this time, it still sends a shiver down your spine. The world seems to fade away as you finish the last line of the song, and you're turning to bandmates. "We're doing the new one," is all you say, and they're quick to grin back at you and follow your request.

You think you know me but you don't know me You think you own me but you can't control me You look at me and there's just one thing that you see So listen to me, listen to me!

Your grip on the mic tightens as you push your hair out of your face, a flush rising on your neck. The crowd seems to roar even louder.

You push me back, I push you back, harder, harder You scream at me, I scream at you, louder, l-l-l-l-louder I'm dangerous, I'm warning you But you're not afraid of me and I can't convince you You don't know me

Sukuna shoves Yorozu off his arm as he takes a couple steps forward. There's a smirk growing on his face as your eyes meet again, and there's an ugly but warm pleasure that spreads throughout your body.

And the longer that you stay, the ice is melting And the pain feels okay, it feels okay, hey

You think back to all your arguments with Sukuna, and for a second, you wonder if that's what love really is. Is it supposed to leave you feeling overwhelmed and enraged to the point where you feel too addicted to that same feeling? Well, whatever you think. Maybe it's not supposed to feel that way to other people, but to you and Sukuna, that's what makes the two of you work.

All the pain and yelling is what keeps your hearts beating for one another, and maybe it's toxic and not right. But who cares.

You push me back, I'll push you back You scream at me, I'll scream at you louder, louder Louder, louder, louder, louder Louder! Louder! Louder

Maybe you're both messed up to keep 'whatever' going on, destroying one another and then rebuilding one another through sex. Maybe you're more messed up for dragging poor, innocent Yuji into your hideous cycle. For making him think that perhaps one day you'll wake up and throw yourself into his arms.

You push me back, I push you back, harder, harder You scream at me, I scream at you, louder, l-l-l-l-louder I'm dangerous, I'm warning you But you're not afraid of me and I can't convince you

Poor Yuji, having feelings for someone who already seems to be taken by his cruel older brother. He watches you sing your heart out and shine so beautifully that he knows the flush on his cheeks isn't from the alcohol. He notices that your eyes always seem to go back to the same spot, and as he turns his head, his heart drops as he sees Sukuna standing there, his cheeks flushed a deep red and grin now replacing his smirk.

He watches the spark grow brighter between the two of you, and every nerve in his body tells him to leave. But he can't, not when he starts to see a love-filled grin start to spread on your face.

His heart seems to come back to life as it beats faster while he watches you perform. Someone bumps into him, and then he's brought back to the reality that your gaze and grin aren't directed at him.

And I don't have to, I think you know me

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Overworked male character of your choosing got stomach flu when he's at work please? Thank you ♥️

Anon: Can I request a story where one of the characters got the stomach flu and got it really bad. They have a really high fever and are out of it and negative, and they don't want to eat or drink anything and they just want comfort, but everything that touches them hurts them and they're just emotional and in pain. P.S. LOVEEEEE YOUR WRITING ❤️

Oml, y’all have no idea how long this second request has been in my inbox… Since last YEAR!!

Kinda ironic that the ask attached to this fix is my most recent 😅

Anyway, enjoy this lovely mix of my oldest and newest requests!!!

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All day, Oliver had been feeling. . . off.

From the moment he woke up, he just felt weird.

He was too tired to put together one of his simple-yet-cute outfits. He wound up—for the first time since high school SAT season—simply putting on a t-shirt and his largest pair of sweatpants. He even threw on a hoodie because he just felt chilly.

He still went to class, despite how he was feeling. He just had too much work to do and couldn’t risk skipping classes just because of a bit of tiredness.

Thirty minutes into his professor’s lecture, his head started pounding. His brain throbbed in his skull during all of his classes.

His last class was expository writing, and he wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in his seat.

Oliver was the last one out of the classroom. His backpack was full and heavy on his back, so he was carrying three of his books. He was practically swaying on his feet as he walked out of the building and to the parking lot.

He was driving back to his apartment, when he suddenly remembered he’d left several important assignments at Isaac’s place.

He groaned as he turned his car around. He wanted nothing more than to go home and fall asleep, but he needed to finish those assignments and turn them in. He had so much to do and so little time to do it all.

Isaac’s place wasn’t far from campus or his apartment, so he got there pretty quickly.

When Oliver got to Isaac’s apartment, it was late (the price of Oliver’s last class being a very late one) and he had no idea if Isaac was asleep or not since Isaac sometimes decided to sleep early. When he unlocked the door with his key and saw that the place was completely dark, he realized Isaac was asleep.

He thought about just getting his stuff later, but he was here now so he might as well just grab it and go.

Oliver shut the door quietly behind himself and tried to be as silent as possible as he made his way to Isaac’s living room where his stuff was.

As he was gathering his papers into his arms, a wave of dizziness hit him so hard that he had to lean against the couch to keep from collapsing.

Suddenly, his stomach felt like it was churning. Knowing what was about to happen, Oliver stumbled away from the couch, dropping his stuff on it, and ran to Isaac’s kitchen where he bent over the sink and retched loudly before vomiting.

He puked once. Then twice. And suddenly, the lights came on.

“Olive?” Isaac said. He was in his pajamas, but he didn’t look like he’d just been woken up.

When Isaac realized the state Oliver was in, his eyes widened and he cursed, hurrying to the kitchen and Oliver’s side. “Olive, what the hell—?”

Oliver dry heaved a couple times before spitting into the sink and mumbling, “I came over to grab my assignments. I thought you were asleep.”

“I was brushing my teeth,” Isaac said. Then he brought a hand to cup Oliver’s forehead, and he cursed again. “You’re burning up, baby.”

Oliver sighed as he closed his eyes and leaned into Isaac’s touch.

“Have you been sick all day? Did you go to your classes?”

Oliver opened his mouth to answer, but he only ended up puking again, bending further over the edge of the sink. The marble pushed against his stomach and brought up another stream of bile.

After puking for what seemed like forever, Oliver was finally empty. But he still felt nauseous and continued to dry heave.

“Olive, you’re done. You’re empty,” Isaac soothed, rubbing a gentle and steadying hand between Oliver’s shoulder blades.

“‘M sorry,” Oliver groaned.

Isaac smiled softly. “Don’t apologize. C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

Oliver finally looked up at his boyfriend. “I should get home,” he said. “I have to finish a lot of work, and I have to study and— and—” He couldn’t finish the sentence before another wave of dizziness crashed into him like a bus, and he swayed dangerously on his feet.

Isaac quickly steadied him and wrapped his arms around him. “Yeah, hell no. You’re staying here tonight.” And with that, he bent down and hooked an arm under Oliver’s knees, picking him up bridal style. Oliver was as small and skinny as ever. He was light and Isaac easily carried him over to his bedroom and laid him on the bed, tucking him under the sheets.

“Isaac,” Oliver groaned. “I’m serious. I have a lot of work to do, and—”

“You have plenty of time to do your work, Mr. Perfectionist. Right now, you’re sick. Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

Oliver watched his boyfriend run out of the bedroom. When he came back, he had an armful of stuff.

“Okay,” he said, setting the stuff down on his bedside table. He picked up a thermometer and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at Oliver. “Under the tongue,” he said, holding the thermometer up to Oliver’s mouth.

Oliver opened his mouth and Isaac slipped the thermometer in. He stroked Oliver’s hair sweetly until the thermometer beeped. He took it from Oliver’s mouth and sighed when he saw the high number. He put the thermometer back onto the side table and grabbed a bottle of water and some medicine.

“Here,” he said, holding up the two pills and the water. Oliver sat up and swallowed the pills with the water before lying back down. Isaac set the water bottle down before going around the bed and climbing in next to his ill boyfriend.

Instantly, Oliver scooted closer to Isaac.

In response, Isaac pulled Oliver close to his chest. He could feel the heat rolling off him, and he worried even more, but he didn’t say anything. It didn’t take long for Oliver to fall asleep. Isaac fell asleep soon after.

— — —

At 2am, Isaac woke up freezing.

It took him a minute to realize all the blankets had been pulled off of him. It took him another minute to remember that Oliver was there.

He sat up and blinked sleepily at his shivering and pale boyfriend. Oliver had taken all the blankets, but he was still trembling.

Isaac pressed a hand to Oliver’s cheek and drew back instantly from the raging heat of his boyfriend’s skin. He was on fire!

“Shit,” he whispered, getting out of bad as quickly and quietly as he could and hurrying out of the bedroom. “Shit shit shit!”

Isaac got a hand cloth from the kitchen and wet it with cold water. He hurried back into the bedroom and carefully peeled the blanket away from Oliver. Then he gently but hastily shook Oliver’s shoulder. “Olive, baby, c’mon—baby, wake up. Wake up.”

Oliver groaned, but his eyes opened into thin, blinking slits.

“Hey, baby,” Isaac whispered.

Oliver wined and curled up onto his side in response. “My head hurts,” he mumbled in a weak voice.

Isaac sat on the edge of the bed again. “I know, baby. I know.” He took the hand towel and draped it on Oliver’s forehead. Oliver let out a pained whine in response to the sharp coldness.

“It’s okay, Olive,” Isaac whispered. “You’re okay. I know it feels uncomfortable, but the cold will help.”

Though Isaac didn’t think it was possible, Oliver started to shiver even more, despite the fact that it felt as if his skin had been lit on fire.

Isaac had no idea what else to do but wipe the cold cloth along Oliver’s face and neck. Isaac had to re-cool the towel a few times.

It was too late at night to call Keiko, which was the usual go-to option he and all their friends had when one of them was sick or hurt.

After re-cooling the towel for the fifth time, it was morning. Sunlight was just barely starting to peek through his blackout curtains, and Isaac quickly shut off his phone because he knew his alarm would go off any minute and he didn’t want to bother Oliver with his loud alarm that plays “Party in the USA” when it went off.

Oliver’s hair was damp and plastered to his sweat-slick forehead. The cloth didn’t seem to be doing anything, and Isaac only had one other idea of what to do.

“Baby,” he whispered, gently shaking Oliver awake again. “Baby, you need to get up. I need to get you to the bathroom—your skin is way too hot.”

Oliver groaned and tried to bury his face in his pillow, but Isaac was pulling him up into a seated position.

The world felt like it was tilting, and Oliver couldn’t even support his own head up. He was vaguely aware that he was moving, but he wasn’t walking, was he?

No, he definitely wasn’t. Someone was carrying him.

Suddenly, a light came on and Oliver winced, even though his eyes were closed.

Before he knew it, he was set down on a very cold tile floor. He opened his eyes and looked up at the person still supporting him even though he was sitting. “Isaac?” he mumbled. “What’s happening? It’s cold—”

“I know,” Isaac said, crouching down and peeling off Oliver’s sweaty clothes. Being naked only made him shiver uncomfortably. “But your fever is really high, and I need to cool you down.”

Before Oliver could completely register the words, he heard the squeak of the shower handle, and he couldn’t help but cry out in pain when the cold water hit him.

His teeth chattered and he shook horribly from the icy temp. Isaac continued to whisper soothing words while he touched Oliver’s cheeks and neck with cold, wet hands. The cold felt painful to Oliver. He even started to cry. Horrible, heart-breaking cries.

“It’s okay,” Isaac whispered. “I know it feels horrible, but it’ll be over soon. Just a little longer, baby.”

Oliver’s small sniffs turned into full on sobs and Isaac pulled Oliver into a hug, despite the cold water that started to pelt him and his clothes as well.

When Isaac turned the water off, they were both drenched, but Oliver was more soaked and shaky than Isaac.

Isaac grabbed a towel and wrapped Oliver in it. He dried off Oliver’s face and hair. The long, black strands stood at different, odd angles when he pulled the towel away.

Oliver was still crying softly. He was still sitting on the floor of the shower, so Isaac scooped him up and sat him on the toilet seat to finish drying him off as much as he could.

“I’ll get you some dry clothes,” Isaac said, crouching so he was at eye level with his boyfriend. “I’ll be right back.”

Oliver didn’t want Isaac to leave him alone, but he didn’t say anything as his sweet boyfriend left the bathroom.

It was only minutes before Isaac came back with fresh clothes in his hands. He helped Oliver out of the wet clothes, cooing as Oliver started trembling like a kicked wet puppy. The poor boy was still too out of it to even blush at the fact that his boyfriend was seeing him naked for the first time ever.

Once Oliver was in a clean t-shirt and shorts, Isaac once again lifted him. Oliver shut his eyes, trying to hide his face in the blonde’s chest as he was brought out to the living room. Isaac set Oliver on the couch, smoothing wet hair away from his face. “I’ll be right back,” he promised. “I just have to change the sheets real quick.” He left, and Oliver closed his eyes. He still felt awful, and his head wouldn’t stop pounding.

Isaac came back after several minutes, accidentally startling Oliver just as he was starting to doze off. Isaac, instead of picking Oliver up again, sat beside him on the couch, petting his hair with a concerned look. While gone, he’d changed out of his wet clothes too, and was wearing a different pair of pajamas, this one with pineapples printed all over it.

“Hey,” the blonde said softly. “Want some pomegranate tea? I’ll put extra honey in it, just like you like it.”

Oliver shook his head, eyes lowering to the floor. He leaned into the hand petting his hair, prompting Isaac to start gently massaging and scratching his scalp.

”What about soup instead? Or some fruits? You threw up quite a lot last night. You should eat something if you can hold it down.”

Again, Oliver shook he’s head. 

Isaac frowned leaning forward, and pressing a lingering, loving kiss to Oliver’s forehead. He was also checking how warm Oliver was, and though he didn’t feel as bad as he did before, it wasn’t much better. He pulled back and put his palm over Oliver’s forehead instead. “You’re still really warm. Maybe at least chew on some ice for a bit? It could—”

”Stop,” Oliver sighed, leaning to rest his forehead on Isaac’s shoulder, pressing his cheek against Isaac’s chest. Isaac realized that he was still shivering horribly.

Isaac let out a sigh, reaching for a blanket draped over the arm of the couch and forcing Oliver to sit up for a second so he could wrap it around him. Isaac pulled his cocooned boyfriend back against him, hugging Oliver tightly.

For about thirty minutes, Isaac stayed like that, hugging his feverish and sleeping boyfriend. 

Finally, when Oliver stirred awake, he pulled the blanket off of his head and looked up at Isaac. “Hey” he said in a sleepy voice.

”Hey,” Isaac replied softly, smiling a bit with his brows still slightly pinched. “How’re you feeling? A little bit better?”

Oliver nodded a bit, blinking heavily. “What time is it?”

Isaac pulled his phone out of his pajama pocket and read the time. “7:59,” he said.

Abruptly, Oliver’s eyes widened, and he seemed to fully wake up. Even though the feverish glaze never left his eyes and he was painfully pale. “Crap. I have to go,” he said anxiously. “I have, like, three assignments due today, and my first class is in thirty minutes. . .” Oliver tried to free himself from the cocoon, but between his exhaustion, his fever, and Isaac not letting go of him, he was forced to stay put.

“Whoa, chill,” Isaac said gently. “You’re not going to class today. You’re way too sick.”

Oliver looked at Isaac with wide, anxious eyes. “But—”

“Olive, you work too hard as it is. Don’t push yourself like this; especially not through such a nasty bug.”

Oliver felt his cheeks starting to heat, and he pouted. “My workload isn’t too bad. I just need to—”

“Baby, you’re taking eleven courses. And you’re on the college’s newspaper. I’ve told you before that you need to lighten your load; you work way too much, and you stress yourself out. I know you’ve always wanted to be one of the greatest journalists of all time, but you need to let yourself relax before you drive yourself crazy. And you need to relax now so you can get over this bug.”

Oliver didn’t deny anything Isaac said, because he knew it was all true. But he had to work hard. He wanted to be a writer at The New York Times. He wanted to become famous for his articles. He had to work harder and harder. He had too much to do and not enough time.

“One day, Olive,” Isaac said, running his fingers through his boyfriend’s longish black hair. “Just let yourself relax for oneday, please. After that, we can stress about your insane workload together. We can study together all night, every night, and not get any sleep while we work like our lives depend on it. Okay?”

For a moment, Oliver was silent. Then he smiled and laughed. Something about Isaac’s words just seemed so funny to his fever-cooked brain. And then Isaac started to chuckle, too.

When they both finished laughing, Isaac leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Oliver’s lips. “I love you,” he said.

Oliver pulled back a bit. “Don’t kiss me on the mouth; you’ll get sick!”

Isaac grinned, rolling his eyes and using the hand still tangled in Oliver’s hair to pull him forward for another kiss. “Like I care.”

[jumpropequeen727]

IM SO FUCKING TIRED OF THESE BOTS like stop trying to capitalise on a tragedy you sick fucks oml

[dyemelikeasunset]

I can't sleep so I'm venting. for the most part i love my d&m readers, but oml sometimes i get qpoc blues so bad 😭😭

It's just liiiike. ppl either don't talk about Mor or completely misinterpret her personality. Like I can always tell if my readers are black or not because nonblack readers no NOT see Mor's significance, or just miss the mark when they talk about her, or they misread her personality. Like I don't understand what's so hard to understand about a cute and thoughtful artist??

AND LIKE LMAO Dom's sexuality gets brought up all the time but no one talks about Mor being a lesbian and how rare that is to find in media 😭 white lesbians are always talking about "we need more open lesbians in media!! ppl shouldn't be afraid to use the word lesbian!! blah blah" and i'm like "here you go!!" and no one claps at all lmao. Like I get it, i know why it happens, i understand racial microaggressions, i know how fandom spaces treat Black women, I UNDERSTAND BUT I CAN STILL BE UPSET. I have the right to be upset about it!!! 💀💀 And I know fem lesbians get ignored all the time, invalidated all the time, but it just sucks to see it happen to my character. I just feel like her being lesbian doesn't clock a lot of people, and I get asked to do more thirst trap art of Mor and I do want to but i'm also trying to be careful about like. Idk reducing a dark skinned fem lesbian to being validated only thru being sexy? LMAO.... Mor should be able to be attractive and lovable without tons and tons of thirst trap art (and it's not like I don't do it at all!! I'm not trying to be overprotective or deny her sexiness but I guess it's considered not enough?? give me a break)

And mannnn I was so mad actually that several comments voiced thoughts that essentially said Mor didn't "help" or "take care" of Dom enough, and that when Dom was finally opening up to her it was "Morgan finally doing something" LIKE HELLO??? HELLO??? It's DOM'S flaw that she can't open up? And Morgan does a lot??? I know immature ppl do not appreciate more soft and domestic/feminine forms of care bc they're used to taking their mothers for granted lmao but wooow I was taken aback. First of all, like, I try to show that Mor is the main cook, works just as much as Dom (let's go double income household), is always checking in on Dom's comfort as she navigates being queer, and is overall a very considerate girlfriend. AND SECOND OF ALL LMAO like even if she didn't do all that she doesn't need to have relationship currency to have a doting girlfriend, like the fucking trope of black women needing to suffer for love is so terrible I'VE HAD ENOUGH AND i"M NOT EVEN BLACK. Like there is NOTHING WRONG with their typical dynamic and I'm sick of people acting like there is. SOMEONE SAID DOM WAS LIKE A COMFORT PILLOW W NO AGENCY AND i"M LIKE WTFDYM???? She has TONS of agency and her sense of agency says she wants to LOVE AND DOTE ON HER PARTNER LIKE LMAO. WHAT?? Why is that hard to understand??? Is it because I made one (1) joke bout Mor being a pillow princess and the anti-princess squad are grinding their teeth in the bushes seething over it? Ppl are so twisted sometimes oh my goddddd. Like as an ace who was very confused navigating the lesbian dating scene as a teen and young adult I WISH i had met a pillow princess. Sometimes ppl don't realize that stone dynamics are very safe for aces!! Dom literally says she prefers it!! It's not Mor being selfish like lord please GOD ALLAH I'M TIRED I'M SO TIRED

and like on the topic of Domi overall she is more "popular" but sometimes I feel like people don't even really take the time to appreciate the significance about her either. She's not just a funny thirst trap 😭 and I feel like ppl dont acknowledge that she's asian half the time. I have so many white aces who only zone in on that aspect of her and it's like YEAH I GET IT, I'm ace and we don't have a lot of nuanced rep but she's also got more layers than that too. Tons of people related to her in the chapters where she talks about her childhood abuse yet very few people really, like, talked about the type of generational trauma that is very deeply embedded in her different cultures, no one saw that and oooof idk idk it felt inivisible. It's sometimes harder to talk about the racist microaggressions that Domi experiences thru my readers bc ppl will argue "well most webtoon leads are asian" but not many of them are asian in a way that like. talk about it. I'm born in the US so my experiences with being othered as an asian is just gonna be different and it's gonna affect my art and writing but it feels so unappreciated. I've had some queer asians relate to her but i can count them on my hand 💀 (I actually think it's two LMAO i"M SO SAD)

And going back to Dom and the comfort pillow w no agency comment lmao. This is another thing that rubs me the wrong way is once again, people are ignorant to the ways asians get pigeon-holed to media roles that have us being depicted as incapable. Maybe I want Dom to be more of a protector archetype bc I'm tired of meek Asian women in media? 🤔 Maybe I want Dom to be a prince-like character because asians get emasculated a lot?? 🤔🤔 Maybe I want Domi to maintain her prince persona instead of being "'physically' androgynous/masculine but really soft and girly on the inside uwuwu please treat me like a 'real' girl" because even in east asian media we won't allow women to exhibit strength and dependability??? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 Like why is a tough girl empowering but once we have a gentle and doting personality in a romance it's considered cliche and the flaw of her partner for being "too weak." MAYBE THEIR PRINCE/PRINCESS DYNAMIC COMPLIMENT EACH OTHER??? HAVE YOU CONSIDERED? I WROTE THEM THAT WAY FOR A REASON??

Good lord this turned into an essay but I have so many things on my mind always

if you read this all. Thanks. I mainly needed to scream into a towel and put this down somewhere bc I complain about these issues to my discord and they understand/validate me all the time, but I wanna give them a break 😭 I also lowkey wanna document my various feelings as I work through Dom & Mor so I can remember and also grow from it

[livelaughlovelams]

No BC I'm actually so sick and tired of the Von Steuben hate. His portrayal in fanfiction is just atrocious. First of all he deserves so much love and attention oml, second, what made you think he's a monochromatic dirty old man who cares about nothing but s*x? What evidence do we even have that he was at all like that!? Have you read his letters, have you read memoirs, have you read accounts of, idk, HIS FRIENDS!? People who actually met him!? Because he does not seem like that at all and the way we portray him is not only stereotypical but extremely disrespectful. Have you ever read a single sentence about him mistreating or over-sexualising his aides? NO!? Yes, he was probably dating a good amount of them. Yes, he was MUCH older than most, but he was a human. He was a human being, not just some throwaway gay general who we get to absolutely exploit in fanfiction, and if you can't take the time, to see that, you shouldn't even write about him. I'll also add that he wasn't some random German who came to America to wave his flag or promote homosexuality or whatever, not only was he VERY crucial in our independence but he had actual trauma, yk? He was DEFINITELY mentally struggling, I'll tell you that, I'd say (almost) as bad as Laurens, even. And I also think some of you guys are forgetting that homosexuality was completely illegal almost everywhere in the 18th century. Neither George Washington nor Ben Franklin cared what this guy and his lovers did behind closed doors, BUT GOOD GOD NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THAT IN THE MIDDLE OF A MEETING, EVEN FOR TODAY'S STANDARDS!? For the love of God, you can keep covering Du Ponceau in hickeys, I guess??? BUT WHY DOES IT HAVE TO HAPPEN IN BROAD DAYLIGHT, DAMMIT!?

I think part of this comes from the rumor that he was "openly" gay, because no... That's... Not how that works. The only people I'd really say are OPENLY gay in the 1700s are MAYBE Frederick the Great and Henry III of Prussia but that's because they literally rule their country and can do whatever they want. Von Steuben wasn't even OPENLY gay in Europe, he was just a queer man who kinda got called out and OUTED, BTW, and fled to America because nowhere else wanted him.

Have any of y'all read the novel "Forge"? It's a sequel to the novel "Chains", and it's GREAT. It's a 4-7th grade novel about two enslaved (teenagers?) in the American Revolution, and it was so good oml. I read it in 5th grade. One thing I noticed is they portrayed Von Steuben GREATLY.

They portrayed him as a kind, good drillmaster WITHOUT mentioning his homosexuality.

The two Von Steuben personalities I see in the media are a hypersexual man whore who wants everyone to know his sexuality, or a monochromatic angry, sad old man who hates everyone

Is this really how America wants to remember their first drillmaster?

:(

[sami-salami]

💜🪓Susie x Fem! Reader headcannons. 🪓💜

Because when you can't find what you want, just do it yourself.

This girl has stolen my heart oml

She/they pronouns are used for the reader.

Warnings: Swearing

* Susie is... not the best with expressing how she feels. This isn't some NEW discovery. Anybody who knows her below the surface level knows that. So, when she started to feel all light and fuzzy inside around you, she didn't know how to tell you. In her mind, it was probably better that way anyway. I mean, she doesn't exactly have the best reputation in school or in general. Not to mention, there's no way in hell that anyone could love her like that. Right?

* Well..

* Even though it's painfully obvious to everyone around you two that you like her, she is absolutely oblivious to any romantic advance you make on her. It's not necessarily that she's dumb, she just doesn't see it with you. She could tell if two people liked each other easily, but if that person's her? Nah, not happening.

* She's tough for sure; not really letting anyone see the non-punchy-I-want-to-kick-everyone's-ass-24/7 side. With you, though? She can let her guard down, just a little. That's something about you that she's always liked. The way she can be more of herself around you like it's nothing. What the hell were you thinking, being so.. cool.. and funny.. and pretty.. and smart.. and just.. so you??? Yeah, what were you thinking, nerd???

* You aren't stupid. You see the way she looks at you from time to time; like she's entranced by what you say, what you do, or just.. you all around. You just didn't think it was true. 'Maybe she's just a little tired today, or maybe she just spaced out for a bit?' Yeah, no. She's just admiring you and the way you do pretty much everything.

* In the dark world, it was pretty hard for the !?!? Squad to not have to pull you two away from each other; you were almost always talking, or messing around, or unknowingly flirting. (Despite how bad Susie is with it)

* Oh boy, was it hard for you not to get absolutely absorbed with her there. It was hard anyway, but in the dark world? Oh honey sweetie darling gravy, do you have a big storm coming. The way her messy hair flowed as she walked, her big cocky grin, how her outfit just made her look 10× more badass.. man. Kris was surprised you didn't, like, make out with her right then and there (though they'd like to not see that but would be happy for you two nonetheless).

* Speaking of which, Kris is a wingman to you two, basically. With how silent and off-putting they are sometimes, they're surprisingly good with quietly getting you two alone, much to Ralsei's confusion.

* Susie didn't know how to react when she saw you in your dark world form. As she would put it: "(WHY THE HELL DO THEY LOOK SO.. PRETTY??? AND REALLY FUCKING SICK LOOKING???) What, you trying to one-up me or something? MY BADASSERY CAN'T BE MATCHED, SO SUCK IT!" She says, in the most non serious way ever. You rolled your eyes as you looked away, your cheeks turning a faint hue of pink. She thought it was cute but assumed it was just the lighting.

* She'll always stand closer up to you than the others will. She likes being near you, no duh, but she also just wants a good look at you whenever she does something particularly flashy to see if you're impressed, or see your reactions to things she says. (She's HILARIOUS)

* Susie is protective of you for sure, but you never really take notice unless someone says something to you to your face.

"You wanna repeat that, dipshit?" And oh how she loved watching the color drain from their face as they realized who was behind them.

"Say anything like that again, and I'll rip you to shreds, you got that, freak?"

* the few times you got to see that happen, you couldn't say you didn't feel butterflies all around. She wanted to protect you? Gosh, she cared that much? You could definitely take care of yourself, but seeing her do that for you made you fall for her a little more those days.

* When she eventually did confess to you, it was.. less than graceful. Kris and Ralsei had pressured her to do it, since they knew it would get no where with how oblivious you two were to each others affection. She took you behind the school, where no prying eyes would see (Kris) and fumbled on her words.

"Hey.. so um.." she started, trailing off. Damn.. when the hell was she this nervous? "Y-yeah? What did you want to talk to me about?" You ushered. She fiddled with her hands and put an arm on her neck. She paused before eventually starting. "Okay, listen. I just wanted to say that I think you're really cool and was wondering if y-you're free tomorrow..? Maybe we can go to QC's orsomethingidontknow..." She very quickly spat out. "Oh! Yeah, sure, is there any particular reason why? I think you're a pretty nice person too!" You smiled, a blush on your face. (God dammit.. she didn't pick up what I meant?? And UGH, WHY DO THEY HAVE TO LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT..????) She thought. Her face was definitely painted in confusion. Then, it turned to frustration. She grabbed your shoulders tight and shook you up, yelling through her sharp teeth. "COULD YOU SERIOUSLY NOT TELL WHAT I'M SAYING??? ARE YOU STUPID??? DEAF?? SUFFERING BRAIN DAMAGE OR SOMETHING??? IM SAYING THAT I WANT TO DATE YOU, DUMBASS!" She released you from her hold, and you had to take a second to compose yourself after being shook so violently, but also to process. "Oh."

...

"OH!!??" Susie crossed her arms and looked down, her hair covering her eyes, hiding her expression. She thought that meant you didn't like her back, and was fully prepared to go back to being the edgy, angry person she once was.

"H..huh!?"

Her thoughts were cut off by a warmth she hadn't felt in a while. She looked towards you, and you were.. hugging her? "HEYWHATAREYOUDOING?" She jumped back, surprised, her eyes wide. You stood still a moment and laughed. You covered your mouth and laughed. "UM? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE LAUGHING AT?" She asked loudly, and you reduced your laughter to giggles. "I'm sorry.. I just.. that was so.. cute!" You looked at her in a way that made her heart pound through her chest. "Cute?" She chuckled, "who do YOU think you're calling cute? Is it in the room with us now??" She smirked, joking around. All the tension in Susie's body left. You wiped away tears from your eyes from how hard you were laughing together. "Yeah, actually. Might have to use my top of the notch detective skills for this one, but I think it's right..." You trailed your finger around the environment, slowly moving it up to point at Susie. "Here!" You pressed her nose, she smiled, her eyes widen again. "Ooh, come here you little-!" She grabbed your neck with her arms and rubbed her knuckles on your head, giving you a nookie and messing up your hair. "Susie!" You yelled. You were content in this moment. It's like nothing mattered. Susie was, too. I mean, who wouldn't be? They were both with the girls of their dreams, and nothing could take away from this moment.

Snap!

You two stopped the tomfoolery and looked to the side, seeing Kris with a Polaroid camera, snickering to themselves. Susie glared at them hard before screaming: "KRIS, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW!" and booked it to chase Kris. (They're a goner), you thought, shaking your head, smiling. You looked to the sky and sighed. (Wow, I'm really dating Susie now, huh? How'd that happen?)

Eventually, you ran into Susie again after her rampage against Kris.

"Hey, Susie?" "U-uh, yeah?" "Yes, I'm free tomorrow. How about the park instead?" You got a little more confident than usual and kissed her on the cheek, quickly losing that confidence and speed walking away. She was stunned for a second. (Did.. did they really just..?) She thought to herself before giving her classic toothy grin. In the distance, you heard her say, "Yeah, sounds great."

Your heart was beating so loudly, and so was hers. All Susie could think was: (Did I actually score the best person in town? Man.. never thought I'd get this lucky.)

With that, you went your separate ways, preparing for the next day eagerly.

* From then on out, you two became the strongest power couple the world has ever seen. And Susie made sure everyone knew it. She'd definitely rub it in people's faces (specifically to everyone she knew had a crush on you too) just to piss people off. Don't get it wrong though, she's showing you off regardless.

* "You see her? Yeah? That's my girlfriend, actually, AND YOU CANT HAVE HER, LOSER!" and she'd run away laughing.

* If you ever got hurt by someone elses hand, oh boy. They are IN for it.

"Who."

"W-what..?"

"WHO. DID THIS. TO YOU?"

She wouldn't kill them, yet. She'd give them a world of pain though. And if they pull the same stunt again? Yeah, they're as good as gone. Luckily, everyone in the dark world after that encounter with Susie stayed far away from you. Or if they didn't, they'd treat you surprisingly well. However, her first priority of course, would be making sure you're okay. She'd call Ralsei for help, or attempt to patch you up herself if he wasn't there. She constantly would repeat "I'm sorry." Or "I'm such an idiot!"

* In her mind, you're one of the only things in her life that cares for her, and she'll be damned if anyone has the gull to take you from her.

* Playing off of that, she'll do anything in her power to make you happy, even if it seems like she hates it. She doesn't want to lose you, and she just wants to be enough for you.

* She doesn't know how to compliment people well, so expect things to be said that don't entirely make sense. "You have a nice face." Or just a simple "You're cool." You know she means well and wants to say something poetic, but honestly, her actions speak everything she can't.

* For example, she's a big gift giver, but not in the traditional sense? She's broke, so gifts would usually come in the form of random leaves, a cool stick that looks like a sword, or things that have been stolen. A lot of the time, she'll show up to school early to place these little trinkets on your desk for you to find. She'll sit and wait for you to arrive and she thrives on seeing your face when she gets something for you.

"Susie, did you get this for me?" You say, with a big smile.

"What? Me? Pssh, nah.

...

..maybe," Susie mumbles, averting her eyes and tail (that she DEFINITELY doesn't have) wagging.

* She's not HUGE on PDA; however, she's not opposed holding hands. Hugging and quick pecks on the cheek are typically reserved for every now and again. She loves it when it happens, though. Susie tenses up every time, and a dumb grin creeps on her face that she tries to hide with a cough.

"(Coughs) huh? What? Yeah, just got something stuck in my throat. Uh huh. Totally..!"

Once you two are in private, she's all over you! Susie may be rude and crude on the outside, but man, is she a big ol' teddy bear on the inside. She isn't used to affection at all due to her home life being.. not exactly the best, so typically, you'll have to initiate hugs, cuddling, etc.

If you've been giving her kisses in public, as soon as you're alone, she's basically attacking your face with them.

Cuddling is something she loves for sure. She just loves holding something, especially since that thing is you. If you told her she'd be this much of a softie around someone, say, a 5 months ago, she'd laugh in your face and spit on your shoes. Now? She wouldn't have it any other way. It isn't like she'll admit that, though. She'd definitely say something like: "I mean, if you're gonna MAKE me, I guess I'll have to."

"Hun, literally no one is making you."

* Not one for pet names, but will definitely call you 'babe' in the most Douchebag way possible. She does love when you give her nicknames though. Her favorites are Hun, Honey, love, or my lovely. She's a simple gal.

* You two are basically the aunts of Lancer. Good friends, but also aunts. Lancer literally loves you, how could he not? He thinks you're really cool and will tell you as such.

"Hohoho! Hey Y/n, did I ever tell you how awesome you are?"

"Aw, no? Thank you though!"

"Of course! You're in my top five! Just below Third dad and Susie!"

"...thanks?"

Susie laughed hard about that and will not stop teasing you about it.

* If you ever went on dates in Home Town, Lancer would definitely be there by Susie's side.

"What? He's my emotional support guy!"

"Hohoho! I'm a third wheel!"

* A relationship with Susie would never get dull, and she'll make sure of it intentionally or not. She's a lot to handle, but somehow, you've stuck around through it all. She couldn't thank you enough for it. Despite everything she's been through and is still dealing with, she never once took you for granted. She might act all high and mighty, but she hurts. Somehow, you've effortlessly made that pain more tolerable, as she knows she has someone's shoulder to lean on when she's down about her situation. She loves you more than any amount of chalk or moss in the world, and she's not afraid to (attempt to) tell you.

"Listen, you know I'm not good at all of this mushy gushy crap, but I just gotta tell you straight up. Thank you, for everything. You mean a lot to me, you know? I couldn't ask for anyone better, I hope you know that. No matter what dumbass thing I say, or how much of an idiot I act, I'll never stop appreciating what you do. Thank you. Seriously, I mean it. I love you, Y/n."

[slytherinshua]

genre fluff , sickfic, gwangil x fem!reader   cw cold/flu symptoms , food mention   wc 374   request yes   note missing gwangil hours 25/8 oml my baby :(   net @kstrucknet

16:24 . . . “Did you take acetaminophen?” 

All you got was a weak nod in response from Gwangil who was wrapped under three blankets, cheek pressed against a pillow. You felt his forehead again, warmth immediately spreading to your palm. His temperature had been high all day, and you were worried. He rarely got sick, but whenever a fever hit him, it always took a while for him to recover fully. 

Your fingers trailed higher, pushing his hair away from his face and smoothing the messy curls that had formed from sleeping all day. “What about dinner? Think you can stomach some soup?” 

“Maybe something brothy,” he croaked out a whisper.

“Alright,” you hummed. “As long as you eat something.”

“What about you? Work today?” Gwangil asked, eyes squinting open. You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, eyes holding his tired gaze. 

“Same as usual. I’m more worried about you, though. You never get over the flu very quickly.”

“It can’t last forever,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again. 

“Go back to sleep before dinner. I’ll make the soup,” you proposed. You moved to stand up, but Gwangil’s hand caught your wrist, keeping your palm on his cheek. 

“Five minutes. Just until I fall back asleep,” he murmured. 

You smiled, amused. Your boyfriend was always vocal about what he wanted, whether it was the menu for dinner or plans for the day. When it came to physical affection, you both initiated equally and rarely got shy with each other. Perhaps it was due to dating for so long now; you practically knew each other inside out now. There was no secret Gwangil could hide from you. You could always tell exactly what he was feeling just by glancing at his face. 

Right now, you could tell he had missed you. Spending the entire day home alone, even if he had been asleep for the majority of it, was never his ideal plan. He could never be away from you for too long without getting that heavy feeling in his chest; one that reminded him just how much he relied on your presence every day. A few minutes of your fingers combing through his hair was more than enough to satisfy the ache he had felt all day.

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[goatgoesmbe]

the white woman thing is so real…. I’ll be reading it then all of a sudden my transgenderism leaves my body and I’m a GIRL. I’m a little Korean-Vietnamese boy and I do not appreciate them forcing a pussy onto me!!! Allow me to have a dick in fiction if I can’t have one irl!!!!! I’m sick and tired of fighting for my life here I’m about to do x male reader with no warning dayum….

Yeah, unfortunately most people think white women are a default for reader, so they don't bother to tag it as such in the beginning— but then suddenly i have a pink pussy-

I feel you bestie 🫂🫂🫂 I've been researching how dick works sjdhhshfh- to write m!reader. Because I have ideas.. just need to write them.. oml i have so many wips

As for now, i've been trying to at the very least tag the reader upfront, or write very vague description of reader

Especially in smut, it's a fun challenge to write with detailed description of sexy, while also being vague about what you have down there (Soap, he is down there)