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I literally have No idea how to go about making a post for this but I have a teepublic now!! And Iâve put a BUNCH of bbu pride designs on it that you can check out now if youâd like!!!
Hereâs just a few of the designs I have available right now!!! You can get them as stickers, on shirts, and many more things!!! Happy Pride Month!!!
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#designs not pictured:#oscar (x2 variants) / arthur / belle / basile / hayes#im currently working on scrimshaw / percy / fresca / marmalade / calico jack!!#and i wanna make pom / dimitri / lily / lewis stickers once i get the confidence to ask for their flags lmao đ /lh#im very bad at asking simple questions i feel annoying⊠đ#BUT I DIGRESS⊠THESE HAVE BEEN SUPER SUPER FUN#AND IF ANYONE GETS ANY PLEEEASE LMK AND BE SURE TO SHOW ME WHEN U GET UR ITEMS!!!#thank you đđđ happy pride!!!#robinâs art#billie bust up#2024 art#bbu billie#bbu aristotle#bbu elaine#bbu dutch#bbu fantoccio#bbu barnaby#pride month#iâll also be posting the individual designs on here once theyre all done :-)#also also related i opened comms in the style i use for rhe stickers!!!#if ur interested u can check out my kofi (link in carrd / bio) + dm me :)) hehehe#AGAIN THANK YOU AND HAPPY PRIDEEEE
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đ + Kanon (happy pride month to you đ)
Send "đ + Character name" for the receiver to show their HCs for their sexuality/gender identity. [Only StS stuff / Accepting ]
Just in time for their birthday or something like that- LOL
I didn't realize I HCed them both as homosexuals until now LOL
#my art#artists on tumblr#art request#thank you for the ask!#saint seiya fanart#saint seiya#cavaleiros do zodiaco#gemini saga#sea dragon kanon#knights of the zodiac#los caballeros del zodiaco#les chevaliers du zodiaque#i cavalieri dello zodiaco#commissions open#anime art#awesomesauce2929#happy pride to u too!!! <3
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YOUR MALLEUS POST IS JUST!!!!! AGDKFFLSVFL!!!! WHO KNOWS HOW MANY TIMES I RE-READ THAT THING BUT IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT!!!! đ«đđđ€đ
I'm so late to this but thank you so much Knight!! đ€đđ€đ I'm so happy you enjoyed Blindfolded Malleus... I was so excited for you to read it, and I'm very happy it lived up to the hype and anticipation!!! Truly, I am so honored and grateful that you would re-read something so long đ„č it amazes me how supportive you are!! I hope I can continue to write things that you enjoy! One day in the [regretfully] far future I swear to you that I will put out an Idia fic just for you hehehe. I'm so overwhelmed by the amount of things I am excited to write, but I guess that is a wonderful problem to have! I only wish I had more time in the day to write, but alas, such is life. Why the fUCk am I writing so formal right now daiohssadoi;hdSAO not me saying BUT ALAS. SUCH IS LIFE????? It is so.
I'm actually taking a TWELVE DAY vacation from work starting on the 22nd so I might actually do a little request event where people can send me like kink prompts or something. I think that'll be fun!
Okay and FINE I'll do some fluff prompts too for the fluff people but please don't judge my fluff too harshly, I'm still learning!!! For some reason smut just comes naturally dhaDSAHIDDASijdsan I'll start gathering some prompts and we will do a little ask game or something.
đŁ By the way FELLOW HONEST THIGH RIDING ANON if you SEE this first of all, ONCE AGAIN: I wish to express my undying devotion to you and your exceptional thought process. I am positively frothing at the mouth over your request and I am PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE I am finally making good progress and it WILL be out soon. We WILL make him cum in his pants. We WILL make him cry, whimper, and moan.
#sorry knight i took over your ask to make a desperate PSA for my hero: fellow honest thigh riding anon#ILYSM KNIGHT THANK U FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#does my millennial show when I key smash#as someone born in 96 i am actually right on the cutoff for millennial and gen z#so i choose to identify with whoever is getting the best press at the time#just kidding im sorry gen z i can't relate to yall at all...#i still like ugg boots and my hair will forever be side parted#most of my millennial cringe comes from being a tumblr user between 2010 and 2014#it is engrained#the cool thing about getting older (young people heed my words):#i am unbully-able (and one day you will be too)#you simply cannot make me feel bad about doing things i like to do and enjoying things that make me happy#take pride in what you enjoy and don't let societal norms stop you#also you don't have to worry about getting bullied anyway because adults literally don't do that to each other#everyone in their mid 20s and beyond have learned to stop caring about what other people do for their own enjoyment#because like... lets be real... seeing and learning about what makes people happy... is super cool. the world needs more happiness#this is also a call out: if your friends or online spaces make you feel bad about your interests... gtfo of there#thats not the norm. curate your spaces for what makes you feel good!!!#your 20s are shit enough without so much negativity during the times you are supposed to be relaxed and surrounded by loved ones#this post was made by ugg boot gang#â§Í+ Ì*ă»àŒâŸ Erica Answers âœàŒă»* Ì+â§Í
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Hi! Can this monthâs 23rd of the month Lorrimer luck post be themed after disability pride just like last monthâs was themed after queer pride?
You bet!đđ I was so happy to find out about DPM, it'll be a pleasure!
#happy disability pride month#thank u for the ask!#the 23rd of this disability pride monthđłïžâđđłïžââ§ïž
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8 and 15 for the pride ask meme!
8. Describe your gender without using any words traditionally related to gender
ooh, okay. sparkly, electric, loud, whimsical, bright, curious
15. How has your identity changed over time?
god, i knew i was into girls around 11 or so? but not in the way that i liked real girls, just celebrities and the girls that showed up in the fancy popups that showed up on weird websites. it wasn't until college that i explored having crushes on girls and it was like !! lightbulb moment !! so then i thought i was just gay and leaned heavily into that in all aspects of life. but then as years went on i knew i liked all types of people. so i've just landed on queer for myself because who knows who i'm going to fall in love with, i don't want to miss them cause i think i can't like a guy. but it's mainly ladies and nbs for me but i'm not closed off to any option.
pride asks: accepting!
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Hello! Happy June! It's Pride and I have a question (1/30)
The original Pride Flag was designed by Gilbert Baker at the request of Harvey Milk, with the first flags flying at the San Francisco Gay Freedom Day Parade celebration on June 25, 1978.
It had 8 colours to begin with, but these changed throughout time [the hot pink was removed due to scarcity of fabric and the 7 colour design was changed to six to make designing banners for lamp posts easier/more symmetrical]
The hex codes of the original 8 colours are as follows: fc6cb4//fc0404//fc8c04//fcfc04// 048c04//04c4c4//44049c//8c048c
Which one is your favourite? (Alternatively, do you have a different colour you think would've worked better?)
Happy Pride đ đ
prettiest color EVERRR
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what are your pride flags? asking for a friend...
the genderfluid flag has been kinda my go-to lately ! since its hard to find other genderfluid people
also always love the pan flag or the trans flag or just the rainbow flag
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Hey bestie! I hope you're feeling better! đ€
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HEYYYY MY FAV ! Iâm doing a tiny bit better , I just had my last day of school today (finally) so now I can get back to writing :) tysm for checking in on you!
how are you doing my love đ
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#â ⎠ïčramblingïč#guess who got kicked from the groupchat bc ig i just dont make the fucking cut for their elite inner circle!!!!#meeeeee :33 i did :333#happy april fools day to me! the biggest fucking fool#tonights big loser#not gonna get into details actually bc for once im sad and not mad and i need to take the time to relearn how to process that#ngl! doesnt feel good!#we ball i suppose#actually no i am kinda mad bc tell me why#this friend group thinks theyre so cute for all being so possessive over my bsf when SHES LITERALLY MY BSF ???#they dont even live in this state like what! youve never met!#and im not possessive at all but it does rub me the wrong way when you try to call urself her bsf or exclude me from talking to her#like know ur place r u fucking serious??#bestie lets it slide bc ohhh thats just how they are ohhh theyre joking ohhh i think its funny to watch them get jealous#i fucking dont!#its fucking disrespectful#bsf sending me screenshots from the game theyre all playing together#and i had no clue they were playing bc i was kicked from the gc and never received the call!#actually kinda so shady my bsf didnt say anything to me abt jt#like u send me a ss of the game ur playing ofc im gonna wanna play w yall but u didnt even ask#and my bsf who prides herself on the fact that she âtells me everythingâ didnt even think to#a) tell me i was kicked; b) tell me WHY i was kicked; or c) tell her friends i shouldnt be kicked ??#like damn yall dont want me around so bad the least u could do is lmk#there was not a SOUND in the gc i was just kicked#liek ok thanks!
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OFF LIMITS â rafe cameron ÂĄ (04)
social media & irl AU !
pairing brother's best friend!rafe cameron x brat!reader summary you slide into a random boy's dms on instagram, anything but expecting him to end up being your brother's best friend, let alone the person you'll be spending your summer vacation with. while resisting Rafe and his lingering gazes was an option, you found yourself in the constant loop of crossing the line; said line being your brother. ch content suggestive !
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Rafe doesnât know what he did wrong.Â
One moment, you were laughing and having a blast together, then the next, you were ignoring him, feighing oblivion to the puzzled expression that spread across his face. He played it off, ignoring the emotions washing over him everytime you fixed your attention on him, suddenly feeling his chest swell with pride as you directly flashed him a smile.Â
Then again, you were his best friendâs little sister, he shouldnât be bothered by such things, after all, you had control over your own life. But he couldnât help it, not with your change of tone over the past few weeks.Â
The mixed signals you sent him were killing him alive, and you didnât even know it. At one point, heâd excuse himself earlier than everyone else, needing a moment to think his feelings through, contemplate over the sudden rush of frustration every time youâd refer to him as âbroâ, or introduced him as your brother to other people.Â
He was sure that you, maybe, in the slightest bit, had interest in him, so what changed? What made you switch up in an instant, casually referring to him as your own brother when the dms you exchanged said otherwise.Â
It was cool, though, itâs not like you were being serious, merely messing around to entertain your friends. Besides, it was casual, you were both cool, that was all that mattered, right?
Rafe was sprawled on the couch located in your room, mindlessly scrolling through his phone while Ryan and Sarah argued from beside him, with you falling into a fit of giggles everytime Sarah roasted your brother.Â
The boy strived to remain calm, brushing off the glances he kept stealing in your direction, in an attempt to capture the sliver of skin peaking through everytime you lifted your arms. Hell, he wasnât even ashamed, brazenly undressing you with his eyes, making you feel shy under his gaze, as it burned holes through your flesh.
âWhen will you be done?â Sarah suddenly started, dodging the pillow Ryan tossed in her direction. âCan you tell him to stop?!âÂ
âStop bothering her, Ryan.â You glimpsed over your shoulder, chuckling when Ryan rolled his eyes, creating a barrier with the pillow separating them. âIâm almost done, I jusâ need to touch up my makeup, and get dressed.â
âOkay, Iâll get ready, then.â Sarah shot back, flashing you a smile, though you were facing the other way. âHave fun with these two!âÂ
âDonât leave me with them!â You whined in protest, Sarahâs footsteps echoing through the distance.Â
âFuck you.â Ryan rolled his eyes, rising from his seat. âI need to get the car started, donât take too long to get ready, it wonât change much.âÂ
You scoffed at his snarky comment, dismissing the boy with your arm, letting tension seep through now that you were alone with Rafe, who was mere inches away from you. The latter maintained the same position, manspreading while he relaxed against the sofa, too accompanied by his phone to pay attention to you, or the fact that the others were gone.Â
However, you were well aware that wasnât the case, not with the gazes he sneaked in your direction, lingering everytime your skin was exposed to the air. And if you did that on purpose, not a single person needed to know, not Rafe, thatâs for sure.Â
A smile tugged at your lips, finishing up your makeup with a few touches before you were ready to go. Mind you, Rafe was still there, and not only was he staring, but he fully put his phone by now, entirely directing his attention to you.Â
Taking advantage of the situation, you pulled your shirt over your head, the gesture causing Rafe to halt in his spot, not expecting you to do such thing. His eyes instantly shifted down your back, throat running dry when you reached to unclip your bra, letting it fall loose around your arms.Â
Rafeâs fingers clutched around his phone, nearly breaking it with how tight his hold was. He couldnât comprehend it, the sight of you half naked, though he could only see your bare back, it still drove him crazy, well aware that you were doing it on purpose; for a mere reaction out of him.Â
A knowing grin made its way across your lips, proud of the said reaction you received from the latter, now sat on your couch with his mouth desperately parting in a sigh, hinting the temptation seizing control of his body.Â
With a swift movement, you grabbed your swimsuit from the counter, sliding it on with ease, holding onto the two strings you wrap around the neck. Now, you could easily do it yourself, but what was the fun in that?Â
You wanted Rafe to suffer, regret each word he muttered regarding his feelings for you, even if it was for a brief moment. Youâve been sending the boy signals for the past few weeks, urging him to speak, break out of the shell he created around himself, but nothing was enough, though you did everything in your watch to prove him wrong.Â
That was until today, of course. Your head shot in Rafeâs direction, flashing him an innocent smile as you held the spaghetti strings in your hands, feigning ignorance to the disbelief spread on his face.Â
âDo you mind helping me?â You started, cocking your head to the side. âI canât tie it properly.âÂ
âHmm?â Rafe choked out, shuffling around as he adjusted his pants, standing up from the position he was in. âSure, uh, what do you need me to do?âÂ
âYou could just, you know,â your eyes flickered to Rafe, as his figure filled your sight, now hovering behind you. You offered him the strings in your hold, with the latter hesitating to reach out, contemplating whether this was a good idea. âYouâve done this before, right?âÂ
âNot really,â he admitted, focusing his attention on the back of your head, as it filled the majority of his view. His hand hastily landed around your hair, faltering as he collected it in a fist, leisurely tucking it to your side. âI donât go around tying girlsâ bikini tops.âÂ
âIs that so?â You mused, admiring as Rafe tied the knot into a bow, making sure it was firm around your neck. âNot your first time, if Iâm not mistaken.âÂ
âWhyâs that relevant right now?â He whispered, words like music to your ears. His gaze locked with yours through the reflection of the mirror, causing your breath to hitch, immediately pausing in your track.Â
His breath fanned over your exposed back, the fraction causing shivers to run down your spine, Rafe too close for comfort. His hand burned where it laid, the tips of his fingers like feathers to your skin, tickling you as they deliberately trailed down your back, halting just above the string connected to your top.Â
Rafe seeked your gaze through the reflection of the mirror, searching for any sort of discomfort, continuing as he pleased when you leaned into the touch, silently consenting to the touch. Rafe saw his chance, and took it, his chest pressing to your back when his hand slid down to the curve of your waist, tracing over the flesh with the tip of his fingers, almost as if heâd hurt you if he applied any pressure.Â
âYou couldâve easily done that by yourself.â Rafeâs voice tumbled into a whisper, tone dripping with desire, one he wasnât aware he had within him. âYouâre doing this on purpose, arenât you?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You innocently shot back, satisfied with the squeeze Rafe gave to your hip in return.Â
His lips ghosted over your ear, a ragged breath escaping his throat as he hushed out your name. It was subtle, and if he wasnât so close, you wouldâve totally missed it. However, you heard it, the way he said it doing things to you.Â
âIâm surprised you know my name.â You replied, sarcasm visible through your tone.Â
Rafe remained silent at your statement, letting his eyes squeeze shut as he took a whiff of your scent, your aroma intoxicating his senses. He doesnât know what overcame him at the moment, his hands moving faster than his brain when his fingers pressed down to your side, the fraction earning an inaudible gasp out of you.Â
A familiar voice echoed through your ears, causing both, you and Rafe to freeze, instantly scrambling to untangle yourself from his hold when Ryanâs shouts erupted through the walls, announcing that heâll be waiting downstairs.Â
You cleared your throat, gaze travelling to the ground as you hid the smile forming on your lips, ignoring the way your pulse quickened from Rafeâs touch. The latter hovered from behind you, debating what his next move should be, his arms awkwardly hanging to his side.Â
âI need to change out of my pants,â you exclaimed, cutting through the silence, your sentence earning Rafeâs attention. âAre you gonna keep staring?âÂ
âWhat?â He choked out through a breath, lips slightly parting.Â
âIâm asking if you could leave,â you further explained, chuckling at the way his cheeks flushed, tinted with faint redness. âUnless you want to stayââ
âIâll leave.â He hurried to respond, âYou continue getting ready, Iâll buy you some time.âÂ
An appreciative smile tugged at the corner of your lips, observing as Rafe took off, leaving you a flustered mess while you contemplated over what just happened.Â
Was it not a dream? Because, no way in hell did that happen, with Rafe; of all people.Â
Quickly changing out of your bottoms, you threw on a shirt over your top, heading downstairs. You perked up at the sight of your best friend, accepting the hug she offered once you were in her presence.
Your families decided on eating out with, and in their words, the kids, suggesting they go to a fancy diner to blow off some steam, having been drained with work for the past few days. While staying in bed was tempting, you couldnât deny your parents, kindly begging you to tag along.Â
It was a nice little catch up with the elders, they informed you of all the business theyâve been discussing as of late, which in your opinion, was boring, merely smiling and nodding to everything they said.Â
Rafeâs eyes didnât leave you the whole night, taking the seat across from you, making it impossibly hard to avoid him. For a moment, you started regretting your choices, catching on the awkwardness seeping through the air, the atmosphere heavy with tension.Â
The boy kept to himself for most of the time, his responses short every time Ryan would speak, interrupting the thoughts clouding his head. It was extremely difficult to brush off what went down between you two, the said moment switching a button inside him.Â
He was aware of your beauty, finding you alluring from the moment that you dmed him, but right now, it was different. He admired you with such endearment, gaze flickering to your glossy lips, too busy chatting with Sarah to direct your attention to him.Â
He shook off his thoughts, peeling his eyes off of you as guilt settled in his chest. He canât let anything happen between you two, after all, he did promise Ryan that nothing would bloom out of this, and while a hint of disappointment filled his insides when Ryan drew a line, he did everything in his will not to question it.Â
The ride back filled with chaos, you and Sarah claiming aux the moment you stepped in the car. Your parents snickered as you two sang along to the lyrics, creating your own karaoke throughout the drive back.Â
âDo you guys want to watch a movie?â Sarah questioned once each of you took a corner on the couch.Â
âSure.â Ryan rose from his seat, surprisingly excited. âWhat should we watch?âÂ
âIâll pass,â you huffed, standing to your feet. âIâm kind of tired, go ahead and watch without me.âÂ
Rafeâs eyebrows furrowed with confusion, puzzled by the excuse you used. His eyes shifted to Sarah as she tried to convince you to stay, merely for you to brush off her attempts with an apology, insisting they continue without you.Â
He didnât question you, yet, of course he was concerned, blaming your action back to what happened earlier. Sarah played the movie, and Rafe was on the edge of his seat the entire time, itching to check up on you, find the reason behind your discomfort.Â
He could only handle so much, pulling out his phone when his curiosity was no longer bearable.Â
You perked up at the knocks erupting through your ears, eyes widening with shock, yet slight anticipation. Scrambling out of bed, you moved to approach the sound, twisting the doorknob with interest, peaking your head through the crooked door.Â
Your face flushed with heat at the sight of Rafe, concern washing over his face. He was slightly hovering over you, as you bent down, making him look extremely big compared to you. Rafe tilted his head, attempting to capture the rest of your face hidden behind the door.Â
âAre you not inviting me inside?â He asked, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was in sight.Â
âWhy should I?â You scoffed, straightening your back. âGo back, theyâll be suspicious since you randomly disappeared.âÂ
âI excused myself to bed,â he explained, hand pressing to the door. âNow let me in, I wonât take long.âÂ
You suppressed the adrenaline rush filling up your insides, moving to the side for the purpose of welcoming Rafe in. The boy took the gesture for granted, entering and shutting the door behind him, his back pressing to the wood while his hand yet clutched to the doorknob.Â
âLetâs talk.âÂ
âWhatâs there to talk about?â You rolled your eyes, arms crossing over your chest. âI said what needed to be said.â
âBut I didnât.â Rafe defensively shot back, darting his tongue out to wet his lips. âNow listen to meâ Iâll be quick.âÂ
âOkay,â you nodded, skeptical with where this was going. âGo ahead.â
âListen, Iâm sorry about earlier, hell, it was stupid.â His eyebrows furrowed with pent up frustration, âI didnât mean to make you uncomfortable, I jusâ got caught up in the heat of the moment.â
Your expression softened at the unexpected words, taken aback by his concern. Sure, you were expecting some sort of apology, but the way he spoke with such a sweet tone, indicating he was afraid he did something wrong, it didnât fail to make your heart skip a beat, too caught up in your own head to respond.Â
Gaping your mouth to speak, your action fell short when you heard a knock on the door, causing both you and Rafe to halt in your tracks. You hushed Rafe when he parted his lips to talk, pointing out the suspicious amount of noise seeping through the silence.Â
âDo they know you're here?â You mouthed, making Rafe shake his head.Â
âBug!â Sarahâs voice erupted through your ears, eyes slightly widening when the girl knocked again, striving to grab your attention. âOpen up, I know youâre awake.âÂ
âHide,â you mouthed once again, grabbing Rafe by the wrist, and dragging him to your closet. âIâll let you know when she leaves.âÂ
âWaitââ Rafe froze when you gestured towards the cramped space. âIâm not hiding in your closet.âÂ
âDo you wanna get us caught?â You warned, expression washing with disbelief.Â
âYouâre acting as if we did something,â he grumbled back, avoiding your gaze. âIâll jusâ say I was speaking to you; itâs no big deal.âÂ
âYou told them you were heading to bed,â you started, wincing when Sarah knocked again, implying she was still outside. âWhat will Ryan think when he finds out you were in my room, mind you, way past ten? Ryanâs crazy, heâll kill both of us!â
âOkay,â Rafe huffed, âBut I'm not hiding in your closet, Iâll wait in the bathroom until she leaves.âÂ
âWhat if she decides to use it?â You argued, considering the possibilities. âIâm not risking it, Rafe, hide until she leaves; Iâll come up with an excuse to get you out.âÂ
Without further questioning things, Rafe entered your closet, with you immediately shutting the door behind him. You mumbled a small âcomingâ while aiming for the doorknob, coming to a halt when you twisted it open, anything but anticipating what was awaiting you outside.Â
âTook you long enough!â Kiaraâs voice echoed through your ears, a breath knocking out of your chest when she embraced you in a hug, soon followed with Cleo joining you, as well as Sarah, and the rest of the boys, who stood to the side and watched with amusement.Â
âWhy did no one tell me about this?â You gasped, tightening your hold around your friends.Â
âIt was a surprise!â Sarah muffled out.Â
Yeah, Rafe was in for a night.Â
a/n hii!! sorry these wasnt smau this chapter buttt i hope you enjoyed :) likes n reblogs are v much appreciated!!!
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EAT YOU LIKE A PREY ; luke hughes.
nhl masterlist, nsfw, @loveclaâs kinktober collection, single chapter:
â pair: luke hughes x fmc (mila)
â synopsis: after finding out that her friend, the shy, cute luke hughes has a crush on her, mila decides that she will do anything to make him confess his feelings for her out loud. but what do people say about biting more than you can chew?
â word count: 4.3k
â chapter warnings: lowkey mean softdom!luke, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, size kink and degradation if you dig deep, p in v, fingering, squirting (not super detailed tho), edging, pet names, drinking (just a shot but,) dacryphilia.
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LUKE HUGHES was the sweetest, most adorable guy you have ever met.
Falling for him wasnât anything out of this world, you were just another person to fall in love with his wholesome personality, and even though you had certain advantages over the other girlsâ because you knew him personallyâ you never really did anything.
When Jack told you that Luke had a crush on youâ yesterday, literallyâ, the first thought that came to your mind was: âHow?â
He always acted sweet and shy around you, besides treating you with utmost respect and affection. He takes care of you whenever you need, he knows your favorite drinks and your favorite TV shows, knows that when youâre bored you like to watch Disney Channelâs cringe ass shows just to laugh at the actorsâ lines.
So him, having a crush on you, wasnât at all that much of a surprise.
The fact that he hadnât done anything about it, though? Yeah. That was a big, unexpected surprise.
Now it was Thursday, and while you got ready in your room, and waited for your best friend, Suzy, to pick you up, you thought of ways of making Luke want to confess to you.
You wouldnât be the one doing it first, no. You had too much pride for that, and with every reason. You were gorgeous, you didnât need anyone to tell you that. You could say that youâre too much of a princess and you donât like to run after boys, but in reality, it was just that all of the men you had relations with were just a bunch of assholes.
They wanted you to be the first to make a move, they wanted you to decide where you would have dinner, or what movie you would watch. And that just doesnât work for you, at least not anymore. You want them to work for getting you, not the other way around.
But with Luke, things were different. You canât just know that Luke Hughes has a crush on you and not do anything. So you would have to be smart, and make him want to tell you how he feels, without asking him to.
Is this some way of gaslighting?, you ask yourself, applying some more blush to your face, I donât know. But it has to be done, I guess.
Suzy didnât take long to get to your house, and you got inside her car, complementing her Snow White costume. Now, youâre even more glad that you spent hours trying to choose the perfect costume for Mercerâs party. Usually, youâd go for something that showed less skin and was more scary than slutty, but something told you that this year you needed a change; and if that change was shortening your skirt and wearing a corset that squeeze your tits and push them up higher, then so be it.
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âSOMEONE SHOULDâVE told me that Dawson was planning on throwing his Halloween party at a fucking haunted mansion.â
You laugh, getting out of the car and feeling the cold breeze hit your skin, the sight of the tall, dark house in front of you making you shiver.
The party was happening inside a huge mansion that looks like it had been abandoned for years even though you know itâs all just play pretend. The front of it is highly decorated with skeletons, coffins, trash and signs that read:
âYOUR FINAL STOP,â and âWELCOME TO YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE.â
You thought it was all super funny, while Suzy whined beside you, and held your arm like her life depended on it. Entering the house after showing your ID and giving your name to the security guard at the front door, you saw that the interior is just as decorated as the outside, if not more.
âHow much do you think Dawson spent on this?â You ask, genuinely curious.
Suzy started rambling about how he probably spent a lot of money and how there were thousands of people inside the mansion and how you were never going to find Jack or Nico or anyone for that matter because everyone were wearing costumes and makeup andâ
âItâll be fine,â you cut her off, shouting over the loud music. âI mean, are there hundreds of people here? Yes. Will we be able to find them? Very unlikely. But itâs fine, right?â
âI guess?â She cocks her head, her curls going everywhere. âCan we grab something to drink, though? You know I need my daily dose of beerâŠâ
âYouâre crazy. But yeah, we can.â
Moving through the sea of bodies, you greeted so many people that your head was starting to get tired. You didnât even know all of them properly, but since Jack, Quinn and Luke knew so many people, and you were always with them, people said âhiâ to you anyway.
Finding the drink section had been like finding an oasis in the middle of the desert, and while Suzy grabbed a can of beer, you had a shot of vodka before grabbing a non-alcoholic drink, wanting to be very aware of your actions through the night.
You got back to walking, listening to Suzyâs long complaints about how much time you spent talking with people she didnât know and how she wanted to dance.
âFuck, Mila, this is Drake!â She shouts, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the side, where a bunch of people were dancing.
âI was talking to Elliot, you know,â you shout, laughing.
âI donât care, baby, this fucking song makes me want to go crazy and make out with you!â Suzy throws her arms up, jumping.
âBaby, thatâs the alcohol speaking.â You smile, giving up and moving with the beat.
You need to get done, done, done, done at work, come over
We just need to slow the motion
Don't give that away to no one
Long distance, I need you
You danced with Suzy, not letting your mind think of Luke or anything else. Moving your hips was way easier when you didnât have to worry about anything.
When I see potential I just gotta see it through
If you had a twin, I would still choose you
I don't wanna rush into it, if it's too soon
But I know you need to get done, done, done, done
Suzyâs hands caressed your body, as she goes to the floor, making you smile as she runs her hands through your bare legs, mouthing the lyrics to the song, singing Drakeâs verse with a flirty tone. She got up and you turned around, laughing as you grind your ass on her, placing your hands on your knees and moving your hips while she held your waist, playfully.
I spilled all my emotions tonight, I'm sorry
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
How many more shots until you're rollin'?
While you danced, and while Suzy sang to you and hugged you tight, you felt a weird sensation in your chest. You were constantly getting goosebumps, and the left side of your neck burned. But no matter how much you looked around, you couldnât find anything weird.
You knew so many people there, you could see Nico, Cole, Matt; and yeah, some of the guys were watching you and Suzy dance but thatâs just normal, expected behavior from men.
Until you saw him.
There, standing in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall and holding a typical American red cup, wearing a full black outfit and.
Was that a ghostface mask?
You couldnât be sure of who was behind the mask, but for some reason, you couldnât take your eyes off himâ and it looked like neither could he. While you ground on Suzy and danced with her, you made eye contact with the mask, feeling the hair on your arm going up; the hotness that before only covered the left side of your neck, was now running down your body, making you feel warm all over.
Which is weird, so weird.
Suddenly, the lights are off, and now everyoneâs screaming with excitement and exhilaration, making you jump slightly, trying to find Suzyâs body. Once you do, you shout at herâ or at least at what you hope is her ear.
âAre you okay?â
âIâm fine!â She yells back, and you can tell that sheâs having a lot of fun for someone who was just complaining about how scary the house looked. âThis is so fun!â
âIt is, yeah,â you reply, as they turn the lights back on, the music somehow louder and the people even more animated.
âWe need to dance more and then,â she gets closer, biting her lips. âIâll find someone to fuck me.â
âJesus,â you roll your eyes. âYouâre insane.â
âMaybe.â
You laughed before moving your body with the next song again, dancing for what felt like hours, but not as thoughtless as you were before, no. Now all you could think of was the man that stood in the corner of the room and that now wasnât there anymore, vanished as soon as the lights were on again.
Even if you had already looked around the entire room and you were one hundred percent sure that that man wasnât there anymore, you could feel his presence around you, making your skin crawl with need.
Iâm fucked up. Probably.
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YOU DONâT know where Suzy is.
Sometime between dancing and drinking, she found someone and disappeared like she had never been here in the first place.
You were tired, and you wanted to go back home, but, unfortunately, Suzy was your ride, so youâd have to wait until sheâs done to go back to your apartment.
Of course, you could always call a taxi, or even one of the people you knew, or maybe try to call Jack or even Lukeâ
Luke. You hadnât thought about him since you arrived at the party, too worried about having fun to even think of doing anything else.
But heâs not here anyway, you find yourself pouting, standing in the middle of the huge, fancy bathroom and staring at yourself in the mirror. At least I donât think so.
But Jack had told you that he would be there, and Jack could be many things, but a liar wasnât one of them. So, Luke probably is here, just hiding in a corner, like he usually did, always the shy boy.
Corner. Man. Black outfit. Ghostface.
Right, you take a deep breath. Iâll try to find him. Maybe Iâll manage to kiss him before leaving.
The thought of kissing Luke motivated you to get past the ocean of people, looking for curly hair and thick thighs. It didnât help that you didnât know what he was wearing or who he was with, but you were determined.
You walked the entire first floor, feeling your legs burn with how many steps you had already taken, especially after wearing high heels for so many hours. Luke definitely wasnât there, and you were starting to feel frustrated.
You went up the stairs, regretting almost immediately. Dawson didnât just decorate the first floor and the outside of the mansion, but the second floor as well. And if you thought the first floor was bad, this was even worse.
It was empty, it looked worse than the fucking Haunted House at Disneyland, and it was creepy as fuck. You started walking down the hallway, looking around while wrapping your arms around your middle, listening to the muffled sounds from downstairs.
Why isnât anyone up here?
You walk past closed doors, until you stop in front of the only open one. Curious, you get inside the room, finding out that it was some kind of office: a big, dark wooden desk sat in the middle of the room, with an expensive looking chair behind it, and tons of books decorating the bookshelves against the walls.
A couch decorated the corner, and so did a lamp and a coffee table. You were just about to leave and go back to the party when you saw itâ there, laying on the couch, the mask from before.
You hold in a gasp, feeling the left side of your neck burning again.
Heâs here, heâs here. Heâs here and he knows Iâm here too.
âTook you long enough, bunny.â
You let out a scream, turning around to face the same man from before, who was now standing right behind you.
âL-Luke,â breathing fast, you mumble his name. âGod, you scared me.â
âSorry. Not my intention.â
He walks inside the room, sitting beside the maskâ his mask.
âIt⊠it was you.â You whisper, eyeing his clothes. The exact same outfit the man who watched you dance with Suzy and made you feel hot all over was wearing.
âMe?â He cocks his head, like he doesnât know what youâre talking about.
âYou,â you nod. âDownstairs. When I was dancing with Suzy.â
He stays quiet, not saying anything to confirm nor deny.
âWhy didnât you say anything? Iâve been looking for you for a while now.â You ask, confused.
âYou looked like you were having so much fun,â thereâs some kind of sarcasm in his tone, but you canât really tell why. âI didnât want to ruin your fun, thatâs all.â
Usually, youâd just play around and tell him something funny. But you remembered what Jack said, and you also remembered that you had a plan. Make Luke Hughes confess his feelings for you.
Smiling and walking further inside the bedroom, you start your plan.
âYou know you could never ruin my fun,â you say. âI missed you.â
He smirks, spreading his thighs on the couch.
âYeah?â You nod. âI missed you too. You look cute with your little bunny outfit.â
You give him a little twirl, placing your hands on your hips. âDâyou like it? I also think it looks great.â
He hums, before getting up, standing in front of you, his 6â2â figure making you feel small, even though you were 5â4â yourself.
âWhy were you looking for me, Mila?â
His tone is so different from what youâre used to. He doesnât sound sweet and adorable anymore, and for some reason, it has you intrigued. His eyes, looking darker with so little lighting in the room, staring down at you.
âI just wanted to see you. âBeen a while, no?â Sweetening your voice to the max, you blink twice. âPerhaps we could, I donât know, have some fun?â
His smile only widens at that, and just when you thought you were about to get what you want, his next words make you freeze.
âDo you think Iâm dumb?â
You frown at his words, gulping.
âW-what do you mean?â You whisper.
âBunny, bunny,â he clicks his tongue, stepping closer to you. âYou think I donât know what youâre doing?â
âIâm not doing anythingââ
âI know Jack talked to you,â he whispers. âHe isnât exactly subtle. And Iâve seen you with boys before. You use those pretty, sweet eyes to make them fall for you, do whatever you want, beg for just a little bite. Am I wrong?â
You bite your lips, holding the hem of your skirt, looking for some kind of support. Lukeâs breathy voice makes all of your tiredness leave your body.
âI asked you a question, cutie.â
âNo,â you whisper. âYouâre not wrong, Luke.â
The smile he gives you is brighter than the moon shining in the sky.
âI know Iâm not, baby,â he gets closer, placing his large hand on your waist, on top of your corset. âSo, if you want to have some fun with me,â he continues, using the same words you used not even five minutes ago. âIt will have to be the way I want it to be, right?â
You nod with your head, scared that he would find out your underwear is slowly getting wetter and wetter.
He gives you a forehead kiss before stepping back, walking towards the door, letting you wonder if he was just being silly and was in fact leaving the room. Which he doesnât, just closes the door and walks back at you, eyeing you like a wolf would look at a bunny.
Luke kissed you as if he was hungry, thirsty for something he could only get if he stuck your lips together. His hands, warm and large, encircled your waist and pushed you until your back hit the large bookshelf that decorated the wall of the office.
âFuck,â Luke moans against your mouth. âIâve been wanting to do this for so long.â
You wanted to tell him that you had too, but you didnât even have time; Luke kissed you again, making you stand on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, messing up the curls that decorated his head.
His mouth moved against yours, his lips sweet and soft, different from the way he kissed you: bruising and desperate, holding you so close that you feared, for a second, that the two of you would become one.
âIâm gonna fuck you,â he warns, his green eyes, now a darker shade, looking into yours and showing all the impure thoughts he was having. âIâm gonna fuck you hard against that table, Mila, and I swear to God I wonât stop. So, if you donât want that, tell me now and Iâll take you home.â
âNo,â you say, desperately and shamefully wet. âI need you.â
âI know you do,â he says, his voice full of malice. His hands roam your body, touching only the top of your breasts, not lingering on them for more than a minute.
Then, Lukeâs hands find the middle of your legs, and you close your eyes, embarrassed that he would now know how turned on you were.
You can hear Lukeâs ragged breathing as he pulls the wet fabric of your panties up, making you moan as the fabric touches your clit, splitting your two outer labia.
âYouâre so wet, bunny,â He murmurs against your skin, playing with the thin andânowâsoaked fabric of your panties. âI bet I donât even have to prep you before slamming my dick into you with how sloppy you probably are.â
You moan loudly, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment.
âLukeïżœïżœâ
Your speech is cut off when he shoves your panties to the side and thrusts two fingers inside you, thrusting them with urgency and need.
âI knew it,â he chuckles. âSo. Fucking. Loose.â
You grip his arm, feeling wetter than you had ever felt in your life. Luke had always been sweet and loving, and you loved that face of his. But this? This is so much better.
Two of his fingers were moving in and out quickly, while his thumb was touching your clit quickly, making you see stars. The wet sounds filled the room and made you close your eyes in shame.
The weight of Luke's body on yours was comfortable and overwhelming at the same time, the height difference only making you feel even more like prey that had just been captured.
âLuke, fuck.â
âItâs a shame that a cute bunny like you has such a dirty mouth,â he makes a tsc sound with his tongue, not once stopping moving his fingers. âDid no one teach you manners?â
You shake your head, moaning loudly and forgetting that the door wasnât locked, and that there was a party going on downstairs, with hundreds of people who at any moment could open the door and see the obscenity happening in front of them.
âIâm gonna come, Luke, please, I willââ
Tears immediately form in your eyes when Luke suddenly removes his fingers from inside you. âWhat? Why did you stop?â You sob.
âBecause I wanted to.â He simply says, kissing your cheek, the sweetness of his act contrasting with the harshness of his words.
He comes closer again, running both hands behind your thighs, picking you up with ease. Then, he walks towards the table in the middle of the room, stopping in front of it and placing you on the floor gently.
He kisses you again, biting your lips right after.
âTurn around, cutie,â he smiles, before unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear, making you sigh.
Luke is big. Like, bigger than any of the guys youâve been with before, probably thicker too.
âWhat?â He smirks. âDid the little bunny bite off more than she can chew?â
Gulping, you shake your head. âY-youâre⊠big.â
âMhm,â he shamelessly grabs his cock, stroking the head a few times, spreading the precum all over his length, as you watch with awe, his hand size matching his dick. âThink you can take it?â
Even though your brain screamed for you to run and hide, the unstoppable throbbing between your legs was too hard to ignore.
âYes, but⊠even if I canât,â you tilt your head up, staring at his lustful eyes. âYouâll make me, right?â
âSmart, smart bunny.â
He kisses you again before turning your body around, placing your hands on the table and lifting your skirt. You can feel him removing your panties as he spreads your legs wide with his feet.
He runs his cock over your lips for a few seconds, the wet sounds echoing off the walls of the room, and when he finally enters, itâs like everything youâve been searching for finally makes sense.
âHoly fuck, Mila,â he groans, resting his torso against your back.
He doesnât wait for you to adjust before pulling his entire length out of you and putting it back in, thrusting hard and precisely. Your hands grip the wood beneath your fingers tightly, and your eyes meet the back of your head.
You can feel the tears decorating your face, as Luke grips your waist with an incredible force and pushes his cock hard inside you, moaning loudly.
âYouâre so fucking wet, baby,â he says, and you bite your lips, holding back a loud moan. âYouâre getting my dick so wet.â
âLuke.â
You didnât care about anything anymore. All you wanted was to cum, and preferably on his fingers.
He seemed to have heard your thoughts, as it didn't take him long to support one of your legs on the table, entering even deeper inside you, hitting places no one had ever hit before. Then, moving his fingers over your engorged clit, he rubbed it mercilessly, your orgasm building faster, since he edged you not even ten minutes ago.
âLuke,â you sob, calling out his name. âIâm gonna come.â
âAre you going to make a mess?â
âI-I donât knowââ
âThen hold it,â he says, as he applies even more pressure on your sensitive nub, slamming his dick deeper onto your g-spot.
âI canât, I need toââ
âBaby, youâre not the one in charge here,â his voice is soft, gentle and calmingâ it didn't stop your tears, though. âIf youâre not gonna make a mess, then why should I bother letting you come anyway?â
âPlease, Luke, please,â you hiccup, feeling some pieces of the wood get under your nails with how hard you were scratching the table.
âMake a mess, Mila. Thatâs the only way youâre coming tonight.â
Youâre dizzy. Your head is empty and you only need to let Luke ruin you, and everything you believe. When you finally reach your peak, you come, wetting his fingers, your thighs and the table, but none of that is enough for the curly haired boy behind you.
He keeps rubbing you, biting your neck, fucking you into pure oblivion, overwhelming you to the max. And when you feel himself pulling away, you shake your head, crying louder and clenching your hole around his dick.
He hisses. âMila.â
âNo,â you cry. âInsideâ ah, please.â
âYouâll drive me insane,â he jokes, but there isn't a hint of playfulness in his tone. He keeps slamming inside you, until he finally comes, painting your insides white with his release.
Itâs dirty, raw and human. Itâs oddly comforting and overwhelming at the same time; itâs maddening.
People have been put in mental institutions for feeling much less than you right now.
âMila.â
Lukeâs voice is far, and as you rest your forehead against the cold wood of the table, you can feel him pulling away from you.
âBunny?â
You feel his hand on your hair, and you can feel his presence everywhere. Wiping your cheeks, cleaning your thighs with his shirt, putting your underwear back on, pulling your skirt down. You can feel his warm, burning body behind you as he gets you up and rests your back against his toned abs, kissing your neck gently.
âHey,â he whispers, and you can tell heâs trying so hard not to freak you out. âMila, baby.â
ââGimme a minute,â you whisper, smelling his perfume, a mix of sandalwood and patchouli.
He lets out a quiet laugh, caressing your thigh with the same hands that held you so strongly not even five minutes ago.
âDo you want to sit?â
âI donât think I can move my legs right now,â You chuckle, and he hums, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up again, walking you to the couch, laying down with you on top of him. âFeels nice.â
âI know,â he hums back. âListen, Iâm soââ
âDonât you dare say youâre sorry,â you ask, closing your eyes. âI wanted this.â
âI wasnât going to apologize for fucking you,â he laughs, and you feel his chest moving under you. âI was going to apologize for not telling you sooner.â
âTelling me what?â
âThat I like you.â
âOh.â
âYeah,â he kisses your temple. âI donât know why I didnât do it sooner. I guess I was just scared.â
Now he sounded like the boy you knew.
âSame. I like you too much to screw things up.â You confess, feeling your cheeks burn.
âWell, thatâs good to know.â
You snuggle closer to his body, ignoring the wet clothes and the fact that there was a party happening downstairs, and that Suzy was probably looking for you.
But it was fine. You could deal with her tomorrow.
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haiiii!! love ur sylus fics omg but i would love to see mc walking in on sylus playing with his daughter thats like 3 and pretending with her, obvs u dont have to do so if u dun wanna just ignore ok bye bye
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warning: fluff â you walk in on soft!sylus playing pretend with your daughter đ„°
note: so so so happy to hear that you love my sylus fics! and thank you so much for the adorable request! ask and you shall receive âšïž
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you were in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes from lunch, when you realized it had been quiet for a whileâtoo quiet. usually, your little girl was a bundle of energy, running around and chattering nonstop. you had expected to hear her laughter or the sound of toys being moved around, but the house was oddly silent. a small smile tugged at your lips. she was probably up to something.
âsylus?â you called out softly, drying your hands on a towel. you remembered that sylus had taken her to the living room to play while you cleaned up. it wasnât unusual for him to entertain her while you got things done, but the quietness made you a little curious.
you walked toward the living room, ready to call out again, but you stopped when you heard the sweetest soundâa tiny burst of giggles followed by sylusâs deep, playful voice. you couldnât help but peek around the corner, wanting to see what they were up to.
and then there they were.
the sight made your heart melt instantly. sylus, who always seemed so strong and serious to everyone else, was sitting cross-legged on the floor, a bright pink tiara sitting slightly crooked on his head. a sparkly purple cape draped over his broad shoulders. he had even put on a pair of glittery princess slippers that barely fit his feet. his eyes, usually so intense, were soft and full of joy.
your daughter stood on the couch, holding a toy wand high in the air, her little face filled with excitement. âdaddy! thereâs a dragon coming!â she said dramatically, pointing the wand toward some invisible enemy.
sylus put on a shocked expression, gasping in surprise. âa dragon? oh no!â he said, putting his hands on his cheeks as if he was truly scared. âwhat are we going to do, princess?â
âiâll protect you, daddy!â she declared, her tiny voice full of determination. she waved the wand again, trying to look as brave as possible.
sylusâs face lit up with a proud smile. âyouâre the bravest princess ever!â he said, his voice filled with warmth. âi know youâll save us!â
you couldnât help but smile to yourself, staying hidden in the doorway as you watched. it was hard to believe that this was the same man who was always so serious around others, always in control. but here, with your daughter, he was completely different. he was playful, gentle, and so full of love.
âtake that, dragon!â your daughter yelled suddenly, swinging her wand through the air. sylus played along, flinching and pretending to dodge her imaginary attacks.
âoh no, youâre too strong!â he said, holding his hands up as if surrendering to her. âi canât fight back! youâve got me!â
âi did it!â she squealed, laughing as she jumped off the couch into his waiting arms. âi saved you, daddy! the dragon is gone!â
sylus caught her easily, spinning her around in a circle until her giggles filled the entire room. âyou did it!â he said, his voice full of pride, âyou saved the day, princess! you are the bravest and strongest princess in the whole kingdom!â
your daughterâs smile was so big it looked like it might burst off her face. she wrapped her arms around sylusâs neck, hugging him tightly as he held her close. you watched them, feeling warmth spread through your chest. you loved seeing them like thisâseeing sylus, who was always so serious, completely wrapped around your little girlâs finger.
feeling the joy and love in the room, you decided it was time to join in. you stepped fully into the living room with a teasing smile on your face. âwhatâs going on here?â you asked playfully, raising an eyebrow at the sight of sylus in his sparkly cape and tiara.
your daughter gasped and wriggled out of sylusâs arms, running over to you as fast as her little legs could carry her. âmommy! mommy!â she said excitedly, grabbing your hand. âi beat the dragon! daddy was the dragon, and i saved the kingdom!â
you couldnât help but smile as you looked at your daughter. her face was such a perfect mix of both you and sylus, a blend that still amazed you every time you looked at her. she had your dark brown hair, but there were faint silver streaks running through itâthe same shade as sylusâs hair. it was like she had inherited just a touch of his unique coloring, enough to make her look like both of you in the most beautiful and unique way.
her sharp red eyes, just like her daddyâs, sparkled with joy as she played. the rest of her faceâher small nose, the shape of her lipsâwas all you. it was like seeing a little version of yourself, but with sylusâs intensity and his striking gaze. sometimes, when she looked up at you with those bright red eyes, it took your breath away. she was a perfect blend of both her parents, and it filled you with a sense of pride and love you could barely put into words.
you laughed softly, kneeling down to her level and brushing a strand of hair away from her face. âyouâre so brave, sweetheart,â you said, giving her a big hug, âand you look like the most beautiful princess in the world.â
âshe really is,â sylus said, his voice tender as he watched the two of you. he stood up, still wearing the silly tiara, and walked over to you with a grin on his face. he looked so different from his usual selfâso relaxed, so happy. you couldnât help but laugh at the sight of him, reaching up to adjust the tiara that was falling off his head.
âi have to say,â you teased, âthis is quite the look for you, sylus. pink really suits you.â
he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. âanything for my princesses,â he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
your daughter, feeling left out, tugged on sylusâs cape. âdaddy! we have to have a royal feast! itâs what princesses do after they beat the dragon!â
sylus nodded seriously, crouching down to her level. âyouâre absolutely right, princess,â he said, giving her a conspiratorial smile. âand what should our royal feast be?â
âcookies!â she said without hesitation, her eyes lighting up.
âcookies it is,â sylus said, scooping her up and carrying her toward the kitchen. âcome on, my brave princess, letâs bake some cookies together.â
you followed them, laughing softly as you watched your husbandâa man who had once been so distant and seriousâcompletely melt under the adoring gaze of your little girl. it was moments like these that made you realize just how much he had changed, how much he had opened his heart to you and your daughter.
and you knew that no matter what, your family would always be full of love, laughter, and moments like thisâmoments where dragons were defeated, princesses saved the day, and even the most serious of men wore pink tiaras just to make his daughter smile.
as you watched sylus whisk her off to the kitchen for their âroyal feastâ, a memory surfaced in your mindâa tiny flashback to when you were pregnant. it had been a tough pregnancy at times, but sylus had been there every step of the way, taking care of you with a tenderness that had completely shattered his tough exterior.
you remembered the nights when he would stay awake, gently rubbing your swollen feet or running his fingers through your hair as you lay in bed, struggling to get comfortable. âyou need to rest,â he would say, his voice soft but firm, as he adjusted your pillows for the hundredth time. you could still feel the warmth of his touch, the way his strong hands had been so gentle with you, always making sure you were as comfortable as possible.
and then, the day of the deliveryâthe most intense, overwhelming day of your life. you had been terrified, exhausted, and in so much pain, but sylus had been right there, holding your hand and whispering words of encouragement the entire time. he had never left your side, his eyes full of love and determination, telling you over and over how strong you were, how amazing you were for bringing their child into the world. the way he looked at you then had made you feel like you could do anything.
you remembered how, after hours of labor, when your daughterâs first cries filled the room, tears had streamed down sylusâs face. he had kissed your forehead, his voice breaking as he said, âyou did it, my love... youâre incredible.â it was the first time you had ever seen him cry, and it was a moment you would never ever forget.
after she was born, sylus had taken on the role of caretaker with a dedication that had surprised even you. he was always there, changing diapers in the middle of the night without a single complaint, carefully supporting you as you recovered, making sure you had everything you needed. he had even held your daughter for hours at a time so you could get some much-needed sleep, his strong arms cradling her tiny body like she was the most precious thing in the world.
you were pulled out of the memory as your daughterâs laughter echoed through the kitchen. you walked over to join them, and when you stepped in, you saw sylus kneeling on the floor, his hands cupping your daughterâs cheeks as he pretended to taste-test the imaginary cookies she was âbakingâ. his expression was soft and full of warmth, a look he only ever showed when he was with the two of you.
âcome on, mommy! help us make cookies!â your daughter called out, waving her small arms at you, her dark hair catching the light and revealing the silvery strands sheâd gotten from sylus.
âiâm coming, baby,â you said, unable to hold back the sweet smile that spread across your face. you sat down next to sylus, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close.
he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his breath warm against your skin. âyou okay, sweetie?â he asked softly, noticing the faraway look in your eyes.
you nodded, leaning into his touch. âjust... remembering,â you said quietly, your voice full of emotion. âremembering everything you did for us.â
sylusâs eyes softened, and he gave you a small smile, pressing another kiss to your forehead. âiâd do it all over again,â he said simply, his voice full of sincerity. âfor both of you.â
your daughter climbed into your lap, oblivious to the emotions between you and sylus, her eyes wide and happy. you kissed her forehead, feeling the familiar warmth of your family surrounding you. and you knew, without a doubt, that no matter what challenges came your way, you would always face them together.
because in that moment, with your daughterâs arms wrapped around you and sylusâs strong, comforting presence by your side, you knew that you had everything youâd ever need.
and you wouldnât trade it for the world.
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my simon riley brain rot is so intense that i put on lip gloss today and i immediately thought of bimbo!reader and simon and her leaving sparkly lip gloss kisses all over simon's face AHHHHH, anyways thank u for blessing us with that series
aww thats so cute đ„čđ«¶đŒ and omg thank you so much for liking the mini-series!! writing it made me happy for a while and im glad to have been able to share it w you all <33 that said my finger slipped andâ
thinkin about doing that pop-pop-pop lip-smacking finish after applying a lipgloss. simon hears that and already knows the drillâphone down, eyes up, and watch as you wrap up with your makeupâand huffs a quiet laugh, fond and achingly soft, when he sees you staring at your reflection while using your acrylics to meticulously swipe at the excess gloss on the corner of your mouth.
youâre adorable, thatâs all. just humming to yourself every session, happy to blend away from reality as you get sucked into the beat of your music while laser-focused eyes keep flicking between your makeup bag and your face. he can watch you all day longâand he has, but you noticed him so soon and gave him a shy little giggle.
ânot yet!â you whined, hiding behind your palms like simon isnât a man blessed with a beautiful darling. âlook âway!â
he did so with another endeared puff of his breaths, and from then on, learned to just rely on the sounds. the tells; the way your quiet hum echoes with the final zip of your makeup bag, giving him just enough time to calm the excitement in his stomach because, and you donât even know this, simon loves nothing more than to feel your own giddiness resonate as you bounce towards him.
it isnât any different todayâyou clamber to him with a giggle, and simon easily pulls you on his lap, his eyes crinkled in his delight.
âyâdone, sweetheart?â he asks even when itâs the obvious.
âyup!â you reply, annunciating every letter. you cup his jaw with two hands, soft and flower-scented palms gently cradling his face. âcan i kiss you?â
âyâdonât have to ask, love,â he croons and smiles at your excited squeal.
peppering kisses descend on his face, every drag of your lips leaving a sticky sensation but he doesnât mind them one bit. he will proceed to wear the lipstick stains with pride because god, everyone needs to know how lucky he is to be loved so dearly by you.
the last kiss is a chaste peck on his lips. you pull back but simon whines in disapproval.
âone more,â he grunts, breathing the words directly on your mouth. âiâve been so patient so i need one more.â
his words tickle a sweet laugh from you. it rings, like chimes and twinkles, before giving him a nod then soft lips meet his again.
simon basks in your warmth, feeling so full of unbridled joy.
#anon#ask#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#bimbo!reader#my legs numb but this made me so soft
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Heyy I love reading your blog, smut specially. I think no one write this better than you ehehehe.
So, how about pussy drunk mingyu, who's have not get to eat you out for a long time as reader's finals week is going on, so when he get the permission to finally get down. He is all giggling and happy as he fucks reader with his tongue and fingers.
Idk it just sounds cute and yet very endering for me
mingyu giving oral, after you spent weeks studying nonstop
a/n: thanks a bunch for checking out my blog!! it's dope to know that I'm giving u a good read đ„°đ„° đ
warnings: smut, pussy eating, fingering, clit stimulation.
the past few weeks had been an intense blur of textbooks, highlighters, and endless nights spent studying for your finals. mingyu, ever the supportive boyfriend, had been by your side through it all. his knowledge seemed limitlessâphysics, mathematics, artsâhe was good at almost every subject. whenever you felt overwhelmed, he knew exactly where to find the best study sources and would send you video classes from youtube. those short videos packed all the information you needed in just a few minutes, saving you precious time.
mingyu's help had been invaluable, but he wished he could do more. every time he glanced at you, he saw the tension in your shoulders, as if you were carrying the weight of the world. he would always offer you a massage, sometimes suggesting more intimate ways to relieve stress. but your anxiety about the tests made sex the last thing on your mind, and he understood. he was patient, always reassuring you that it was okay, that he didnât mind waiting. he knew what it was like to be a college student, after all.
finally, the day of your last test arrived. you walked into your apartment with a big smile, clutching the exam paper that displayed your high score. the moment mingyu saw you, he lifted you into the air, covering your face, neck, and shoulders with kisses.
âyou did it! iâm so proud of you!â he exclaimed, his eyes shining with pride.
you laughed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. âi couldnât have done it without you, mingyu. you were my rock.â
setting you down gently, he looked at you with a mixture of love and desire. âyou look exhausted, baby. how about you take a warm bath to get rid of all that tension?â
you nodded, feeling the stress of the past weeks starting to melt away. âthat sounds perfect.â
as you turned to head to the bathroom, mingyu leaned in and whispered in your ear, his breath warm against your skin, âiâll be waiting for you in the bedroom, to get rid of every single bit of tension.â
a shiver ran down your spine, and you bit your lip, feeling a spark of excitement. you grabbed a towel and rushed to the bathroom, eager for the first time in weeks.
the warm water enveloped you, washing away the last remnants of stress. you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax completely. after what felt like an eternity, you stepped out, wrapped the towel around yourself, and headed to the bedroom.
mingyu was waiting for you, as promised, lying on the bed with a look of anticipation. he smiled as you entered, his eyes raking over your form. âfeeling better?â
you nodded, dropping the towel and slipping into bed beside him. âmuch better.â
his hands were warm and gentle as they began to massage your shoulders, working out the knots of tension. you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. âyou have no idea how good this feels.â
he chuckled softly, his breath tickling your ear. âi think i have some idea.â
you raise an eyebrow, teasingly. "and what would that idea be?" you ask.
mingyu smiles, a glint of hunger in his eyes as he lays you down on the bed, gently opening your towel to reveal your naked form. droplets of water still adorn your skin, catching the light. his gaze intensifies, and you can sense that your eagerness is growing.
without warning, mingyu's warm mouth descends on you, his lips and tongue immediately finding your clit. your mind goes completely blank, all the stress and information from your studies vanishing in an instant. your eyes roll back, and a gasp escapes your lips as he expertly alternates between flicking and sucking, his tongue dancing with precision.
mingyu has always been greedy when giving you oral, and tonight is no exception. his eyes never leave your face, studying every reaction. he knows exactly how to break you, paying attention to the way you tremble when his tongue flicks a little faster or the way your moans turn to broken whimpers when he sucks your clit into his mouth.
you expected some preliminaries, like kisses on your thighs or gentle licks, but mingyu goes straight to what he knows you need. his intensity leaves you breathless, and you can feel yourself getting wetter with each passing second. mingyu isn't a man of quickies; even with oral, he takes his time to give you the full experience. his mouth is relentless, and just when you think you can't take any more, he adds his fingers to the mix.
his middle and ring finger slide into you effortlessly, and you barely notice the initial stretch. he pumps them in and out slowly, matching the rhythm of his tongue on your clit. your back arches, and you grasp at the sheets, feeling everything twice as intensely after so long without release.
mingyu's mouth works in tandem with his fingers, and you can feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter. his tongue and fingers play you like an instrument, and you can't hold back any longer. the wave of pleasure crashes over you, and you cry out, your body trembling as the orgasm breaks through you.
mingyu doesn't stop, his mouth and fingers coaxing every last bit of pleasure from you until you're completely spent, collapsing back onto the bed with a contented sigh. he moves up to lie beside you, a satisfied smile on his face.
"feeling better?" he asks, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead.
you nod, breathless and blissful. "much better."
he kisses your forehead tenderly.
mingyu smirks, clearly pleased with himself. "by the way, what's the formula for newton's second law?" he asks playfully.
you stare at him, completely dumbfounded. "huh?" your mind, still foggy from the intense orgasm, struggles to recall the subject you've been studying for weeks and the exam you just took today.
he chuckles, enjoying your reaction. "just messing with you," he says, brushing a kiss across your forehead. "i'll let you recover. you're too sensitive right now."
you let out a breathless laugh, and you can still feel the effects of pleasure. "yeah, i think we need to take things slow for a bit," you agree, knowing it will take a little time to ease back into the rhythm of the constant sex you two usually enjoyed.
mingyu pulls you into his arms, holding you close. "no rush," he whispers. "we have all the time in the world."
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OKAYY WE NEED DAD!SPENCER REIDâŒïž
okay so Reader is going out for the day for like a little girls day with her best friends and says bye to Spencer and the cute little toddler! Buttt then the toddler starts missing reader and Spencer isnât sure how to handle it at first, but then he gets the hang of it! <33
AAAA this is so cute omg thank u for this!!! i hope i was able to do it justice <33
spencer reid x mom!reader
words: 1,395
warnings: none really! just spencer being a good step-dad to your daughter, fluff, baby crying, thatâs it!! :]
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âThanks again, Spence,â you say, pressing another sweet kiss to his lips before tugging your coat off the hook and making for the front door. âRemember, Lila is allergic to kiwi. And her bedtime is 8, no exceptions. She has to go to daycare tomorrow morning.â
You had spent the morning holding Lila, playing with her and soaking up her laughter as much as you could. Spencer knew you had never really been apart from herâgoing to work was one thing, but there was a guilt that came with taking the day for yourself. He watches with a fond smile as you ramble through the list that you had already repeated to him twice and does his best to reassure you, nodding along despite having already memorized it.
Pre-made food in the fridge.
Medical information on the fridge in case of emergencies.
Call if she gets too fussy.
âOh!â You say, halfway out the door before turning back to Spencer, a smile gracing your face. âAnd donât let her convince you to give her sweets after dinner. Sheâll ask you for fruit snacks, all cute, then she wonât sleep and it will be hell in the morning.â
âNo fruit snacks after dinner, got it,â Spencer said, following your line of sight to Lila sitting on her plush rug in the living room, toys surrounding her as she played. Your face softened, affection swimming in your eyes and he could practically hear the thoughts going through your head. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he gently guides your face back to meet his eyes.
âWeâll be fine,â he says, tone soft as your shoulders sag at the understanding behind his words. âYou deserve to have a day with your friends. I think Lila can handle playing dolls with me for a few hours.â
His phrasing made you giggle, picturing Lilaâs pouting face, wagging her little finger at Spencer when he takes something too literally, or doesnât do it the way she wants. For some reason, Lila is never happy with the voices Spencer does, and after a year-and-a-half she still gets that same little pinched brow whenever Spencer holds a doll in his hand, high-pitched voice mimicking a princessâs until she yanks the toy out of his hand with a firm, yet cute, âNo, âPenth.â
Without fail, hearing his name in her little voice makes his heart soar, pride filling his chest even if sheâs scolding him, wagging her little finger as she says it. Heâd always been hesitant at the idea of being a father, whenever he pictured his future that was always a blurry part, but now he couldnât imagine not having you and Lila in his life.
Searching his face, you finally come to the conclusion that heâs being sincere and a bright smile covers your face. Spencer had come to terms a long time ago, far before the two of you were even dating, that he would do anything to make you smile. A sense of pride wells in his chest knowing that the smiles you give him are just for him, a special glint in your eyes every time.
Between work, and Lila, there was hardly any downtime to just relax. Your evenings were often spent wrangling Lila into bed, usually with Spencer if heâs not away for work. Spencer made it a point to be home in time to have dinner with both of you as much as he could, slowly getting involved in her night time routine. She was 6-months-old when you and Spencer began dating, and while it took some getting used to at first, Lila began reaching for Spencer with a giggle and a giddy squeeze soon enough.
When your friends suggested a girlâs spa-day, Spencer was quick to encourage you to go. Having a toddler made it hard to have a social life, especially when your friends werenât moms themselves. Lila had warmed up quickly to Spencer, which was the biggest relief, and it was hard to find a reason to say no when Spencer offered to babysit.
âSheâs gonna be my daughter,â Spencer said, a fond smile on his face as the two of you spoke conspiratorially in the kitchen. âI already think of her as mine, Iâd be happy to watch her for the day.â
Your heart swelled hearing his words, and you couldnât help but say yes when he put it like that. Spencer, you, and Lila being your own happy little family was all you could ever ask for, and it meant more than Spencer could ever know that he had been so welcoming and understanding. He was a dream.
With a final glance at Lila and a sigh, youâre pressing another unhurried kiss to Spencerâs lips, that same lil dazed smile on his face that he got after every kiss, even after nearly 2 years. âThank you, Spence. I love you.â
âI love you too,â he replies, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips, then your cheek, then your foreheadâyou were gonna be gone all day, he had to get his fill while he could. âNow go before you miss your appointment.â
With a final kiss, Spencer watches as you walk down the front steps, drive away, waiting until he can't see your car anymore before heâs turning around and closing the door behind him. When he looks up, Lila is already looking at him, eyes glancing between the door and him before her small voice is heard over the cartoon playing on the tv.
âMama?â
âMama went to the store,â Spencer cooed, lowering himself down to sit on the floor in front of her and her array of toys. âSheâs coming back, donât worry.â
âMama sâore?â she whispered in her small voice, her wide eyes blinking slowly at him before her lip began to tremble. It broke his heart to see her eyes, which looked so much like yours, gloss over with tears.
âOh, honey, itâs okay,â Spencer said, scooping her up in his arms. âSheâs coming back for you. Sheâll be here soon!â
With a sharp wail for her mom, the tears that had been welling up began falling in big drops, hands gripping tightly to the fabric of his shirt as she cried. Hurriedly, he began to bounce her in his arms, mimicking the way he had seen you do it countless times. Heâs shushing her in a soft voice, whispering soothing words in the hopes that theyâll at least calm your crying.
Spencer wracks his brain, trying to sift through the information he had gleaned from the parenting books he had been reading for the past two yearsâhe had started as soon as he came to the conclusion he would ask you out. Would showing her pictures of you work? He didnât want to make things worse by making her miss you more, but maybe seeing your face would soothe her.
Transferring Lila to one hip, he fishes his phone from his pocket and opens the album of your photos, showing her various selfies, focusing on pictures he has of the two of you. After a couple of minutes her sobs quieted to sniffles and soon enough she was swiping through the pictures herself and giggling every time she saw your face.
With her swiping, it landed on a video, one he had taken of you reading a story to her before bed. At the time he had thought the voices you were using for the characters were so funny, hiding his own laughter behind his hand so that he could capture the sound of Lilaâs giggles.
Spencer watches as she giggles along with herself, laughing at the way she reacts when you tickle her tummy. Spencer cant help the fond laugh the slips from his lips at the sight, bright grin tugging at his cheeks at your rosy smile.
When you arrive home that evening, only the kitchen light is on downstairs, the faint light from your bedroom guiding you as you softly push open the door. A warm smile paints your face as you slip your phone from your pocket, taking quite a few pictures of Lila, fast asleep atop Spencerâs chest, her favorite book lying next to his relaxed hand. His soft breaths rustle the hair at Lilaâs scalp, her hand loosely gripping the edge of his sleeve as she sleeps.
Tip-toeing around the room, you shed your clothes from the day, slip on some pajamas before placing Spencerâs book on the nightstand. Slipping softly under the covers, you curl yourself around Spencerâs side, hand resting on Lilaâs back as you fall asleep, comfortable with the people you love the most.
#theres a lot of firsts in this for me#but dad!spencer is so cute and sweet#thank you for this request!!!#my writing#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fluff#dad!spencer reid#spencer reid x mom!reader#criminal minds#lyv answers!
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Falling apart, alone.
Lando Norris x reader
Summary: The season has been brutal, everyone could see it. Everyone could see Lando struggling. You could see it too, you just didnât know how to help him when he so clearly didnât want your help.
TW: bad mental health, anger, helplessness.
Notes: all I want in life is for Lando to be happy ngl I love that boy. Also sorry max <3 ALSO I got an anonymous tip to add summaries so Iâm trying that thank u anon!! xx
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The sun hung low in the sky, illuminating the almost unbelievably blue water and bouncing off the golden cliffs. Your eyes had been caught out the window ever since you got out along the coastline, Lando maneuvering the car along the squiggly road. The blur of golden hues, olive trees and colorful villas had you let out a content sigh.
The break couldnât have come at a better time. Thatâs the thought that constantly ran through your mind. This break, a three week break from everything that racing and f1 brought with it, came at the last minute and you couldnât be more grateful. The season was grueling, both physically and mentally. Youâd watched Lando push himself harder than ever, the pride of being on top overshadowed by a desire to do better. You could see how the weight of expectations, both others and his own, dragged him down like an anchor and you felt for him. His smiles had started to falter and the usually bright light in his eyes had been dimmed these past few months, only getting worse with each race weekend. He needed this, time away from the spotlight and the relentless scrutiny from the media. Time to just relax and be reminded that heâs loved, loved and appreciated. Max and P were already waiting for you at the villa youâd rented for the week, a little house tucked into the Italian hills. When Max brought it up as a suggestion youâd immediately accepted, not even giving Lando the chance to decline. Max was his safe space just as much as you were and the more people to support him the better, you thought. You hadnât told Lando this of course, instead expressing how much youâd always wanted to rent a house on the Italian coast, but some part of you still believed he knew this was mostly for him. For his health.
You glanced over at him in the drivers seat, one hand securely on the steering wheel and the other resting on the console between you. His curls had gotten longer recently, almost dropping down over his eyebrows, and you made a mental note to offer to cut his hair while you were here. If heâd let you. Your heart ached at the tightness of his jaw and you gently reached over to wrap your fingers around his larger ones. Lando immediately glanced over at you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he flipped his hand to intertwine with yours.
âWhat?â He asked softly. âWhy are you staring?â
âNothing.â You smiled, leaned over to press a gentle kiss against his shoulder. âIâm just excited. Weâre almost there, right?â When Lando nodded you let out a soft breath. âIâm happy weâre doing this. Itâs going to be so nice.â
âMe too.â Landos smile had grown, although there was a flicker of something else in his eyes. Something somber. He brought your hand over to press a quick series of kisses against it before focusing back on the road, the silence settling in the car again. Just a few minutes later you rolled to a stop outside the villa, the epitome of picturesque with pale stone walls and green shutters surrounded by cypress trees. The front door opened just as you stepped out of the car, both Max and Pietra slipping out with huge smiles on their faces. You beamed as P skipped down the steps, hurrying over to wrap you up in a hug and greeting you with the type of enthusiasm that made you feel welcome and wanted.
âYouâre late.â Max teased loudly as he offered you a hug, P moving to lovingly greet Lando.
âWe took the longer route, more scenery.â Lando quipped back, backing away as Max approached him. You stopped to watch them, a smile tugging at your lips when you heard Lando let out a laugh as Max grabbed him in a playful headlock. Maxs laugh was louder, ruffling Landos hair before he finally managed to wrangle himself free. Watching them you felt a flicker off hope. If Max could pull a laugh from Lando after thirty seconds, maybe a week together would really do Lando some good.
The first few days in the villa passed in a haze of slow mornings and lazy afternoons, the four of you enjoying the quiet and each otherâs company. Lando and Max made it a routine to take a morning run together while you and P prepared breakfast, all of you eating together on the patio when they got back. The breakfasts usually went on way onto midday, time not really being an issue for any of you. It felt like the rest of the world was on pause and you had all the time in the world. You would catch Lando smiling, the kind that actually reached his eyes and made you believe he might actually be doing better. But those moments didnât last. It was the small things; the way his gaze would drift during conversations or the way he picked at his own cuticles until he started bleeding. He laughed and joked like normal but there was an edge to it, almost forced, and if you and Max and Pietra hadnât known him as well as you did you never wouldâve noticed. You also noticed how often heâd excuse himself for a few moments, disappearing under the guise of checking emails or answering calls. One evening the four of you were gathered in the living room, Lando absentmindedly rubbing circles on your back as you handed out the cards for the upcoming round of poker. The game started lighthearted enough, Maxs usual trash talk and both you and P calling him out when he tried to cheat. Lando made a rare mistake and before he could think Max called him out for it, teasing him about being off his game. You could see the way Landos jaw tightened, a flicker of something darker flashing across his face before he forced a strained smile. A comment like that was normal, usually nothing anyone reacted to, but it obviously got under his skin tonight and once again the worry settled in your stomach. That night, laying in bed together, you reached out to gently run your fingers through his curls. Lando hummed, opening one eye to glance at you.
âYou okay?â The careful question had him pressing his eyes shut again, offering a nod.
âYeah, of course. Just tired. Are you?â You knew he wasnât but you didnât want to push, didnât know how heâd react, so you just mirrored his nod before shuffling closer. Lando wrapped you up in his arms, pressing a soft kiss against the top of your head.
The days went on like that, a wobbly line between worry and relaxation, until one evening. You and P were already sprawled out on the couch, tucked under a blanket each as you scrolled through the different streaming services.
âIm telling you, the parent trap is a classic.â Pietra declared, reaching over to grab her glass of wine. You couldnât help but roll your eyes.
âItâs a classic youâve already made us watch like three times.â She laughed at that, nudging you back after you softly kicked her. As you continued bickering over the movie for the night low voices could be heard from the kitchen. Max and Lando had been there for a while, preparing the snacks, but from where you sat in the living room you didnât notice the tension brewing.
Lando stood with his back against the counter, his jaw tight as he watched Max lean against the opposite side of the kitchen island. Maxâs brows were furrowed in worry while Landos eyes were dark, angry.
âIm not saying you have to quit.â Max spoke in a low voice, laced with concern. âIâm just saying, maybe itâs worth it to consider it? Or at least a break, before things get worse.â
âI donât need a break.â Lando let out a bitter scoff, shaking his head. âAnd Iâm definitely not quitting. I just need to push through.â
âPush through what? This season? Next? For how long? Youâre exhausted Lando, we can all see it. Youâre not sleeping, barely eating-â
âYouâre exaggerating. Im fine.â
âYouâre not!â Maxâs voice rose, the frustration he felt breaking through. âYouâre not fine Lan, stop saying that.â
âYouâre acting like Iâm about to fall apart Max, itâs not that-â
âNot about to.â Max interrupted him, words hard and snappy. âYou are falling apart. I can see it, I know what that looks like. Iâve been there, you know I have. You think I donât recognize the signs?â Lando visibly stiffened, hands gripping the counter behind him roughly enough to turn his knuckles white. He was quiet for a moment before speaking again, voice laced with venom.
âThis isnât like that Max. Itâs not the same.â
âIsnât it?â His voice cracked slightly as Max stared at his best friend. âI know itâs hard to admit that youâre struggling Lando, especially when youâre under as much pressure as you are but please, you have to let us help you. If you keep going like this-â
âJust because you couldnât handle it doesnât mean I canât.â The words cut through the room like a knife, Max flinching as if he actually got cut. Silence settled in the kitchen, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the distant giggles from you and P out in the living room. When Max stayed silent Lando felt the need to speak again, although his words had lost their harshness. âIâm not you.â
âNo, youâre not.â Max nodded, voice steady but clearly hurt. âBut youâre not that different. Youâre not invincible Lando and pretending you areâŠitâs only going to make things worse.â
âI donât need a lecture. I am fine, even if you donât believe it. Iâm handling it.â
âHandling it? You call this handling it?â Landos face flushed as Max raised his voice again. âSnapping at me, shutting out your girlfriend, acting like you donât have a care in the world-â
âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â Lando interrupted, his own voice getting louder too. âšâI know exactly what Iâm talking about!â Max shot back, his frustration spilling over. âIâve fucking been where you are, I know what itâs like to feel like you canât afford to stop, like the weight of it all is going to crush you if you admit you need help but come on Lando, snap the fuck out of it. This, what youâre doing now, its self-destruction.â The words hung in the air, heavy and raw. For a moment Landos expression faltered, the anger on his face shifting into somethings else, maybe fear, but just as quickly he masked it again. With a shake of his head he turned his gaze away, crossing his arms over his chest. Max realized he wouldnât be able to break through Landos walls, not tonight, and with a resigned sigh he stepped back. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but shook his head instead before walking out. Both yours and Pietras heads snapped up as he walked past the living room, having heard the last couple of sentences exchanged between the two men. When Maxâs gaze found your worried one he simply shrugged his shoulders.
âWhat-â you began, not finding the words.
âI donât know. I tried, I really did but he doesnât want help.â
When you slowly entered the kitchen a few minutes later Lando was still standing tensely, bracing himself against the counter. He didnât look up when you entered and the tension radiating of him was almost scary. When you softly spoke his name, taking a step closer, he flinched.
âDonât.â His voice was sharp enough to make you pause. Swallowing harshly you forced yourself to stay calm, your voice to stay soft.
âI just want to talk.â
âWell I donât.â He finally lifted his face, glaring at you. The anger in his eyes shouldâve made you back down but the unshed tears glossing them had your heart aching instead. âI donât need you telling me what to do too.â
âNo one is trying to tell you what to do Lando. Weâre just worried about you, youâre not doing well-â
âWorried about me. Right. What did Max say to you? That Iâm losing it? That I need to quit?â
âNo,â you argued, frowning. âNo Max didnât say anything to me but weâve all seen you these past months, not to talk about these last days. Weâre all-â
âWorried! Yeah I fucking get it.â Your eyes widened as he raised his voice, not being used to him speaking to you like this. âYouâre all looking at me like Iâm fucking crazy but Iâm not. I donât need your help, I donât want your help, so just fuck off for a while and let me deal with it.â You stared at him, heart slowly cracking open. He was unraveling infront of you and you didnât know what to do, how to help him, and you felt like the worst girlfriend in the world. The worst friend. His words stung, sure, but you didnât really have time to think about how he hurt you when all you could think about was getting through to him.
âI just want you to be okay, Lando.â Your words were mere whispers, broken by the amount of concern and sadness you felt. Landos eyes flickered away, the veins in his neck popping as he clenched his jaw. For a moment you had hope he might say something, anything, but he stayed silent. You felt your throat tighten, the tears pressing behind your eyes, and you realized you didnât have anything else to say. Nothing that he would listen to anyway. Instead you whispered how much you loved him before turning and walking away. The living room felt colder when you returned, the sympathetic expression on Pietras face as you sunk down in the couch enough for the tears to start flowing. As you curled up against P your thoughts swirled in a chaotic mess. You felt helpless, as if no matter how hard you tried it was never enough to reach him. He was slipping further and further away and you didnât know how to pull him back. Maybe it wasnât just him, you thought, maybe it was you. You replayed the moment in the kitchen, voice soft as you tried to get through to him only for his anger to snap back at you. Youâd never seen him like that, so defensive, and it had left you shaken. But more than that, it left you questioning yourself. How could you stand there and call yourself his girlfriend when you couldnât even get him to listen to you? What were you doing wrong? You wanted to be his anchor, his support, the person who helped him shoulder the weight he carried. But right now, it felt like everything you did only pushed him further away. Now, with Pâs arms around you, unsuccessfully shielding you from the cold reality of the evening, you couldnât stop the creeping sense of failure.
âI donât know what to do.â You whispered, shoulders shaking with sobs. Pietra and Max exchanged glances over your head, somber expressions on their faces. Neither did they.
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