#thats a relief 😭 god

[snobgoblin]

Oh... My God?? That theory makes so much sense holy fuck?? I always thought Lucio's route was weird for making him switch patrons but this makes it 10x better

x THANK YOU OH MY GOD I WAS SO SCARED EVERYONE WOULD THINK IT WAS FARFETCHED NGL but yeah I thought that was weird too 😭😭😭 fjjsjdjf

[slugandthorn]

The coolest gender thing in the 2009 Japanese video game persona 3 100% how hard they coded shinjiro as the dead mom

[wolfchans]

I was so worried that I had an exam this Saturday and it turns out it's the next one (on the 25th) 😭

[seiwas]

IRIS I AM LITERALLYABSJXNID XOMF 😭😭😭😭 i love him . thank u . i love him . i loooooooooove him . i ran out of tags iris but him asking for ur socials if numbery is uncomfy? the cherry on top he is literally the dream . the respectful boy to ever . and i need him . want him . NEOOOOOOOOOOOWWW

in a world of boys, he's a gentleman

summary: a creep walks up to the shake stand window. your favorite customer scares him off. (college au!iwaizumi x you)

wc: 1.9k

cw/tags: college!au iwaizumi, creepy dude but he gets scared off don't worry, buff iwa gets nervous around you

note: so there's a protein shake stand like right outside my school's gym and that's where the inspiration for this little brain fart came from. also this is wholeheartedly dedicated to @shotorus my favorite iwa simp. i really hope you like this, it's my first time writing for your man but it most definitely will not be the last :D

likes, replies, and reblogs are appreciated <3

You didn’t anticipate finding a gym crush outside of the student rec center. Yet, there he was, every day at 5:00 passing the stand and every day at 6:30 ordering his usual, strawberries and bananas with chocolate protein powder. It’s a wonder how strictly he stuck to his schedule and you made it a point to have his order queued up in the system by the time he got to the window. To your detriment, it seemed that your infatuation had become obvious enough to your usually-oblivious coworkers. 

“At this point, I think you took this job just to ogle him,” one of your friends points out as she runs a colander of fruit under the faucet. You give her a lighthearted glare and she flicks a few water droplets at you. “I’d guess you like seeing him more than the tips that other guys put in the jar. You really do so much for this company,” she says patronizingly and you roll your eyes. She had a point; you tended not to notice the phone numbers written on dirty napkins or social media handles hastily drawn on dollar bills. None of them interested you. None of them, except for the dude with a body like a Greek hero that made you want to get kidnapped by some mythological being. 

“I just think he has a nice physique; is that such a bad thing?” She shoots you a skeptical look and you turn away sheepishly to check the clock. Thirty seconds to 6:30. “He should be here in a little bit,” you say quietly to yourself, hoping she doesn’t hear. It’s a nice sentiment, but ultimately futile. 

“You’re counting down the seconds? Man, you’re worse than I thought.” She pats your shoulder sympathetically as she passes behind you and you lean your hands on the register counter. 

“As if you’ve never had a gym crush before,” you fire back. 

“You’re supposed to actually be inside the gym to have a gym crush,” she reminds you and you groan. “Why don’t you just switch your shift so you can see him while you workout?”

“I tutor before this, remember? Plus, I need to be able to charm the evening regulars so I can keep paying rent,” you admit. She nods in understanding and a glance at the clock shows ten seconds until 6:30. Your other usuals had come and gone for the day: the guy in the blue tank top that only seemed to work his forearms and biceps, the girl with the silly socks that had the most muscular calves you’d ever seen, the two frat bros with their backwards caps and arrogant voices. It hits 6:30, however, and your favorite regular isn’t behind the glass. He isn’t anywhere around, you realize. You can’t help the frown that draws the corner of your mouth down and, when you look to your coworker for support, she merely shrugs before grabbing a tub of powder from the top shelf. “It’s odd that he isn’t here yet.”

“Only you would think that,” she teases and you refocus on pulling up his usual order on the payment screen. “Maybe he got sick. There’s that frat flu going around right now.”

“Why would he be in a frat, though? And also, he’s definitely the type to wipe the hell out of every machine he uses.”

“If he uses machines; personally, he strikes me as a free weights-only kind of guy.” Before you can reply, a knock on the glass startles you back into customer-service mode. The man in front of you looked relatively normal, but the way his eyes looked you up and down several times made your stomach queasy. It wasn’t the first time creeps had checked you out through the window, but maybe you were feeling a little extra vulnerable waiting around for a regular who didn’t even know your name. Avoiding the man’s intrusive gaze, you shakily pull up his order, swipe his card for payment, and let him know that his shake would be ready soon. 

“I have a question,” he says slowly before you can run and hide in the back. “What time are you out of here?”

“I���m not done for a while,” you state vaguely, praying that he wouldn’t ask about the remaining two and a half hours of your shift. “I work until closing.”

“I can come back and get you when you close.” His voice makes your skin crawl and his eyes feel like knives on your body.

“Excuse me?”

“Let me take you out to dinner. A nice looking person like you shouldn’t be alone at night.” Your heart drops into your stomach and your feet remain rooted to the floor, terrified in place. Was he gonna try to do something after you were off?

“Look, I’m not interested in any–”

“Hey, man. Are you done ordering yet? You’re holding up the line,” intrudes a voice that feels like a warm blanket wrapping around your shoulders. Somewhere between his usual order time and the creep asking you out, your favorite little crush came to stand in line to pay. His shoulders seemed extra broad today and the muscle of his biceps flexed under his compression shirt as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring daggers down at the guy who was freaking you out. He’d never looked so handsome, all sharp jawline and flexed muscles and piercing eyes. The creep recoils and scurries away, allowing you to take a deep breath that helps relieve some of the tension in your forehead. By pure muscle memory and running on adrenaline, your fingers swipe over the tablet and pull up his usual order before he can even say hello. 

“Strawberry and banana with chocolate protein powder, right?”

“Yeah, that…that’s mine,” he says, slightly taken aback by the lingering expression of panic on your face. While he eyes you warily, you swipe his card and hand him his receipt, suddenly desperate to just disappear into the back for the rest of your shift. “Hey, are you okay?”

“What? No, yeah. I’m fine, totally fine,” you lie and give him a weak smile. His eyebrows furrow slightly and you can feel him try to analyze you, but not in the dehumanizing way as your previous customer. His eyes searched your expression worriedly and you caught him biting skin from his lip in concern. “It’s just that the guy before you was being a little weird.” Calling him “weird” was an understatement, but you didn’t want to inconvenience him more than you already have. “I’m fine, really.” He watches you for a moment more and then nods, murmuring a thank you under his breath and finding a spot to wait for his shake. 

“This fell on the floor by the trash can,” he says plainly when he walks up to the pickup window after you call out his drink. The creepy guy hadn’t left the area yet, so your fight or flight instincts were still going haywire. Your gym crush, however, momentarily takes your attention by subtly sliding a dirty piece of paper across the counter to you as he picks up his cup with the other hand. “Thanks; I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before you can blink, he’s gone, leaving you with a cryptic folded message that makes your head spin. You sputter out an awkward farewell and hastily unfold the piece of paper. 

I’ll be studying in the computer lab until the stand closes. If he’s still bothering you, come find me and I’ll walk you to your car or your dorm or wherever. -Iwaizumi Hajime 

A sturdy rectangle of plastic falls from the paper and you stare at it in disbelief. It was an ID card for the university’s after-hours patrol division with his picture, full name, and student number printed on it. Iwaizumi, you echo mentally, you’re too good to be true. And, true to his promise, he’s a respectful distance away and stands with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants at 9:00 when you lock up the shake stand. You’d lost sight of the creep an hour after Iwaizumi picked up his drink, but the paranoia didn’t leave your body and you’re only able to relax when he approaches you. 

“This is yours,” you say, handing him his ID card with a small smile. “Thank you for looking out for me.”

“Of course. I’m sorry you had to deal with him,” he replies regretfully, uncomfortably adjusting his water bottle tucked into the crook of his elbow. “None of the guys at the gym like him. He’s always hitting on girls and giving them weird looks.” 

“Looks like he was forced to look outside the gym, then,” you laugh lightly, feeling the tension release from your shoulders as you walk next to Iwaizumi in the direction of the parking lot. “Did your drink still taste okay? Or did my nervousness make it taste funny?” When he chuckles, it sounds like sunshine. 

“It was just as tasty as it always is, thank you. You’ve really figured out how to make me the perfect drink every time.”

“Anything for my favorite customer,” you say without hesitation and your face feels like it’s been lit on fire. To your surprise, however, it seemed that Iwaizumi was just as flustered by your words. His eyes widen and his pretty mouth gapes a little bit, blinking rapidly to fix the short circuit in his brain. “I just hope he doesn’t come around here again. He makes my stomach churn.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he forces out and he’s silent for a while until your car is in sight. “Hey, sorry if this is super off-base, but do you wanna workout with me sometime? I can change the time I go but, if it means you don’t feel scared by that guy anymore, I’ll gladly rearrange my schedule.” 

“You want me to workout with you?”

“I’d like to meet you for lunch sometime, too, but I figured I’d start with baby steps,” he admits, running a hand nervously through his hair while you fish your keys from your bag. “If you don’t want to, that’s totally fine–”

“No, no, I’d love to,” you reassure him and he looks visibly relieved. “I’ll change up my shift so you can still go around the same time you usually do, and I can just meet you outside. I’ve been needing a new spotter since mine picked up extra shifts in the library.” 

“Great, yeah, awesome,” he says, a little dumbfounded by how eagerly you would give him a chance. If he was being honest, he’d wanted to ask you your name for months since you memorized his order, but he didn’t want to come off as pushy and ruin his chance with you. “Do you, uh, mind if I give you my number? Or I can give you a social media handle too if you’re not comfortable sharing your number.” God, he’s so good. He is so, so good. “Can you let me know you get home safe?”

“I will,” you promise. “Thank you for everything, Iwaizumi.”

“You can call me Hajime, if you want,” he offers softly and the fondness in his voice makes your heart flip. “Iwaizumi is fine too. Anything is fine.” 

“Right,” you smile. “Well, goodnight, Hajime. Get home safe.”

“You too. Talk soon, okay?”

“I can’t wait.”

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[vrachis]

💭 thinking about … ; rough sex with sanhua !

— } imo i feel like sanhua like being eaten out a lot if u ask her to

— } supporting that point, i like to think she’s very sensitive down there so when u eat her out like there’s no tomorrow she’ll be letting out quiet cries and squirming in her place 🥺

— } since she serves jihnsi a lot and carries out tasks given to her by the magistrate, she basically has no time whatsoever to find relief yk :/

— } and ofc its ur duty as her lover to make sure she gets the proper amount of rest bcs!!! who would want to see such a pretty woman in such a bad state :(

— } so when u personally order her to request a break when jihnsi comes back to jinzhou, she thinks its so so selfish of you to ask her to do that, let alone she’s asking her boss; the magistrate of jinzhou, to give her a break????

— } girlie freaks out when u tell her bcs nuh uh her ass is stubborn and will NOT, i tell u she WONT ever leave her lady’s side especially now with the amount of tacet fields randomly spawning in all sorts of locations and she’s gotta deal with those 💀

— } however u reason out with her, telling her she’s gotta take a break bcs self care is key if u wanna take care of the person u wanna protect!!!

— } she agrees that ig u do have a point but the best she can do is go off for a day or two 💀😭👎

— } i mean thats good enough for a break right??? 😭😭😭 she does agree to this UNLESS jihnsi actually needs her in for work bcs god forbid the things u might say if u ever stumble into the city hall 💀💀💀

— } jokes aside tho you’ll tell her that you will make it up to her and provide her with the stress relief she needs!!!!

— } it’ll start as a usual morning for her getting prepared to go to the city hall to supervise jinhsi, and she’s all dressed up in that outfit (that makes u want to bend her over then and there)

— } so fuck it, since it’s still so damn early, why not have this time to give your lover some good luck and appreciation?? woman needs to be showered in praises and loving 🥺🙈

“darling, w-wait-“

you shush her when you push two digits in her mouth, your fingers mingling with her tongue as they get coated with her saliva.

“shh, let me wish you good luck before you go, alright? so stay still and take it.”

as your hips slowly still against her ass, you take the opportunity to press sloppy kisses against her cheek, and your hands making work to roam all around her curvaceous body. your other hand slips through her top (with easy access due to her having no sleeves lol) and toy with her tit, fondling her breast and making sure to give her nipple some attention too.

you can hear sanhua’s breath deepen as you do your ministrations. with some of the foreplay done, your hips pull back and snap against her.

the sudden thrust has sanhua letting out a loud mewl. her hands scramble to grip at the wall, hand steadying themselves to avoid herself from being thrown forward. her legs shake and you feel her become wetter; if the copious amount of slick dripping down her thighs was anything to pass by.

“ngh…”

sanhua lets out a series of moans as you continue to snap your hips against her, the tip of the dildo inside her grazing against the spots she didn’t know had existed. she think this is so undignified, but she can’t help but want more when you make her feel so good. the knot in her belly make her feel funny, and she feels as if she’s going to make a big mess. she turns to you, wetness glazing her eyes as she gazes at you to see lust painted on your expression.

“gonna… make a mess! please, please—“

sanhua doesn’t know what she’s even begging for when that coil snaps and she’s gushing her juices out when you hilt inside her and hit her cervix.

your eyes go wide in excitement when the ever so composed bodyguard of the magistrate jinhsi, makes a fucking mess and comes all over your strap. you had other ideas in mind when you wanted her to take a break but now, you surely have other ideas now.

“how’s that for good luck? surely you’d come back wanting more right?” you coo against her ear when you loom over her back and hold her close. “don’t worry, i’ll make you feel real good, darling.”

[f1rodrigo]

sweet relief | l. norris | part four

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summary: in which you fall for your best friend’s teammate and keeping it a secret proves to be harder than you intended. or when all you need is sweet relief the rest of the world fades away. pairing: social media au || lando norris x piastri bsf!reader fc: olivia rodrigo <3

inspired by the song ‘sweet relief’ by madison beer

ALL PARTS HERE

a/n: hi i'm veryyyyy sorry for how long it took me to get this one up but it has a bit more than the other parts did & its currently finals week so the end of the semester is always very busy so i didn't have much time to work on this. hope you enjoy xx

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[s0apmactav1sh]

Part 2 of Widowed!King!Price x Devoted!Knight Reader.

Knight!You who suddenly finds yourself wandering the castle during the night after your conversation with Price unable to stop the words that were constantly repeating within your mind. Why had the king seemed so interested on why you hadnt any body? Did he not appreciate your willingness to deprive yourself of the love and touch of another so you wouldnt worry more about them than him?

Of course you were constantly distracted now, letting guards you sparred with take you down so easily all over being stuck inside your own head. And this wasnt sitting right with King!Price who was wondering why his prized knight now suddenly couldnt beat the other royal guards like you used to.

King!Price who ends up calling you to a meeting in his chambers. Forget the throne room or his royal office. His chambers were where he'd like to speak to you. And like the loyal soldier you were, you were there on the dot entering in after he gave you permission. Other guards and servants around the castle certainly found this strange but it was by the request of your king.

King!Price who doesnt even allow you to speak your reasons. He's just so disappointed that youve lowered your standards. Thats not what a knights meant to do and he makes sure you know that in the most humilating way possible. By having you on your knees looking up at him while he smiles down at you, your head tilted up by the grasp he has on your hair. And its not to be mean, no Price could never. Your his prized knight after all.

"Wheres that devotion gone? Have you suddenly lost it. Is that why your letting those pathetic guards beat you down?"

At that he can see the shame that washes over your face. He wasnt meant to see or hear about your faults. You were meant to be perfect in his eyes no matter the cost. Didnt he understand that the only reason you were acting the way you were was because of him. Your loyalty and devotion for your king ran as deep as the oceans and nothing could change that. So how could you make it up to him? How could you get rid of that disappointed look in his eyes that was practically like the devils glare to you. By offering yourself to him.

"No. My king. Please my devotion and loyalty still lays in your palms. Take what you need of me. Leave me as nothing more than filth if you please, just dont be disappointed in me."

And as those words came tumbling from your lips King!Price knew he had you. He would always have you. Even if any others came along and tried having you for themselves he knew your eyes would always stray back to him because he was your god. You worshipped the ground he walked on, took in his words like water and kept the sight of him embeeded in your brain just for a reminder that he was your king.

Plus who was to blame him when he accepted your offer of yourself? He had already been without a warm body in his bed for a few months because of his late husbands death. What did it matter that he filled that empty spot beside him with your body instead. What did it matter that he filled himself with your cock at the end of every day to make up for the months without any relief.

And like the devoted knight you were, you complied with his ever ask. If he needed you youd remove yourself from your duties, replacing yourself with a capable knight to continue them to rush to him and give him exactly what he wanted. Which more than likely was your cock in his hole while he worked, relaxed or even when he was "napping". You would always come running and he knew it.

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Am have this Ig? Does it tie in with the last part not at all. I literally need to sleep 😭 its been nearly 3 days without and im barely able to register whag I wrote. Ill make a part 3 in a few days thats just smut for this.

@rodolfoparras

[lanasturns]

OBSESSION ! M.S

paring; stalker!matt x fem!reader

word count; 1.3k

warnings; masturbating (m but not in detail), stalking, swearing, degrading, praising, p in v, unprotected sex, kitchen sex (yumm), stomach bulge.

summary; she was easy to become obsessed with.. so easy to where matt’s insatiable hunger needed to be quenched.. so what happens once he makes his way into her house one night?

A/N; this is my first time writing something related to the sturniolos, please bear w me. 😭 (TYSM KENDRA BAE FOR HELPING ME aka her-favorite)

color coding;

matt. y/n.

she was always so beautiful to me. the way she walked, dressed, or spoke. that's why i followed her home that day.

✧ ˚ 　· ��　 .

it was a freezing tuesday, the stars seemed to shine brighter than any other night. but that might've been my brain messing with me because of the beautiful sight thats standing infront of me.

god she was gorgeous, her hair, her face shape, her cheek bones, her body; everything about her was perfect. and thats the reason i've decided to follow her.

;

; we sat in class, it was boring as usual. that was until she ran into class, exclaiming that she was sorry she was late before coming to sit down in front of me.

i stare at the back of her head, fidgeting with my pen before returning my focus back to class.

; you let out a sigh of relief as you sit down, pulling out your notebook and pen, opening it and scribbling down notes that were written on the board.

you quickly look over at your friend that sits a desk away after she threw a ball of paper at you that thankfully the teacher didn't see, "what is it?" you ask.

"did you get home safely last night?" she raises a brow, you in fact did but something did feel a bit... off. when you left you had a strong feeling you had been followed back home.

"uhm, yeah why?" you reply, "well just because you left so late last night i had to make sure you were alright." you nod and turn back to the board to write more notes.

; days passes and you always felt off while walking back home, whether it was day or night you always felt followed.

this one specific night you were laying in bed after you had just gotten back home from studying at a friends house, you sat up and as you did you got a call from an unknown number.

you decided to pick it up, putting the phone to your ear thinking it was probably a friend prank calling you but instead all you heard from the other side was heavy breathing and soft grunts.

standing up you walk to the window, "hello? who is this?" you question only to have heard another grunt. you pull the phone away and stare at your screen before hanging up, "fucking weirdo." you go and sit back down on your bed only for your phone to ring again from the same number.

this time you don't pick it up, letting it continue to ring. you get back up and walk out of your room, softly thudding down the stairs and walking into your kitchen.

right now you were wearing a black tank top and red plaid shorts so it did get a bit chilly when you opened the freezer, you grabbed a watermelon popsicle to suck on for a bit.

as soon as you unwrapped it and threw the wrapper away you turned around only to be pressed against the counter by a tall, brunette man.

he had a black t-shirt and jean shorts on, his blue eyes stared you down as your eyes darted across his face as you eventually recognized the man as matthew sturniolo, the guy who sat behind you in geography.

"what are you doing in my house?!" you exclaim, but he only remained silent. his hands pinning you to the counter, hovering over you. your eyes looked at his right arm that was showered in tattoos which you did find a tad bit attractive but that quickly fled your mind as his lips attacked yours.

you froze, processing what was happening before shoving him off, "what the hell man?!" you attempt to run back up the stairs but he grabs your arm, pulling you back into him, "don't leave." he whispers softly but more in a demanding tone.

you only stare at him as his lips attach back to yours for the second time, but this time you didn't push him away, you didn't pull back, instead you returned the kiss. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer and pinning you against the kitchen counter, his clothed bulge rubbing up against your clothed cunt.

you jump up onto the counter, pulling back from the sensual kiss and quickly pulling your tight top off which made your tits bounce a little, making matt stare for a moment too long.

he quickly tears his shirt off before looking at you again and takes your shorts off, letting them fall to the floor aswell as his own, "god you look so... so pretty." he stares at your body, only clothed by your bra and panties. his bulge, now very visible aching for release as he traces the hem lace of your pink panties, "cute ribbon" he says with a smirk which slightly embarrasses you.

"may i take these off?" he looks up at you with hooded eyes, waiting for your approval. you return his question with a soft nod and he slowly pulls them down, eventually discarding them somewhere across the kitchen. matt looks down at your wet folds before pushing his head between your thighs and licking a long stripe up which you whimper in return, "god, you don't know how long i've wanted this..." he lets out a sigh before grabbing your hand and placing it on your cunt, "feel how wet you are? you dirty slut." matt pulls his boxers off, his dick slapping up against his stomach.

you raise your brows, the size catching you off guard, "you like what you see, hmm?" he hums as he lines up with your hole, without warning he shoves straight into you making you both swear under your breaths, "fuck, you're so tight." he groans, "oh matt." you moan, your back arching until your chests touch. "you gonna be a good little slut for me, yeah?" he shoves his member in deeper which stretches you out more, "yes... yes i will.." you whimper, he hasn't even started moving yet he already has you whimpering and moaning for him.

your hands find their way to his hair, feeling his soft curls. after what felt like ages he finally began to thrust into you, not even starting off slow. you could feel every vein, only being able to focus on the pleasure you were receiving rather than anything else. you didn't even hear the curses he let out as he pumped his cock in and out of your tiny little cunt. he looks at your face seeing your eyes closed, "look at me while im fucking you." he demands, his pace quickening. you don't obey, only shutting them tighter from the pleasure. he smacks your clit, "i said look at me." you squeal and open your eyes, pulling on his hair which you earn a grunt from, his hips work faster, pounding relentlessly into you. "i- im sorr-y!" you whimper, the fucking making it hard to form any words. your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. his hand traveling down to your lower stomach, pressing on it, "you feel me there, doll?" he pushes up into you which makes you throw your head back with a loud moan.

"yes matt, yes.." you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax, "oh god-- fuck im so close.." he grunts as he hears your beautiful words hes been longing to hear the whole week. "cum for me baby, please." as soon as he says those very words you release, coating his unprotected member. he quickly pulls out and releases all over your stomach which is also where he finds himself laying his head down.

you both stay there for a few minutes, trying to catch yall's breath. "so...how'd you get into my house..." you question, looking at the brunette who had recently just fucked you senselessly.

"you left your window unlocked." he says nonchalantly. "fair."

[sturniolo-simp4life]

Can u do a Matt smut fic where reader and matt r out and matt gets a good idea to go to the car wash bc the car is dirty. And when y'all in the car wash u fuck (idk if that makes sense)

I love ur writing sm 😭😭💖

Car Wash- Matt Sturniolo 

Paring- y/n and Matt Sturniolo 

Warnings- Smut, semi-public (?), cursing, quickie, p in v, unprotected (don’t please, imagine you're on the pill or smth), female!recieving, slight nipple play, riding, slight fingering.  NOT PROOF READ.

Description- After a long day out, Matt decides to go to a car wash, hoping for something more. 

@lightningsturvn here you are my love!

After a week of recording and editing, Matt took y/n out for a stress reliever day. They went to the beach, walked along the shoreline, and even went swimming.  

Unfortunately for Matt, all he could think of was y/n in that tight little bikini, wanting to rip it off and fuck her brains out.  

Moving on from Matt, there were a lot of seagulls at the beach today.

Seagulls=poop. Poop=Car. Car=Matt’s Car.

“Well, it looks like my car is covered in bird shit.” Mat grumbled as the two of you stepped in, earning a giggle from you. “Babe, its fine. We can just stop at the car wash on the way home.” 

Now obviously, Matt was horny. The beach dress wasn’t doing a good job of covering up your body.

He could see your pecks straining against the thin bikini fabric, and that was enough to turn him on. He could already feel his cock throbbing against his shorts. 

Thats when the idea popped into his head. The car washes around your area were old, making the machines slower.

An average car wash was 5 minutes, but these ones were 10. A perfect opportunity for some relief. 

“Can you do the tropical wash? Please?” you asked Matt, batting your eyelashes. You knew he hated it, but you loved it.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But you’re going to pay me back,” he said with a devious smirk, as his hand made its way to your thigh. 

You found yourself getting flustered by Matt’s words, your face visible red. Flustered enough to make your bikini bottoms wet.

Fuck. His hand was sensually rubbing your thighs as he paid for the wash. 

As soon as drove the car onto the platform, his finger grazed your clit, a small moan escaping your mouth. 

Somehow, both of you ended up in the backseat. 

Matt smashed his lips on yours and slipped his hands down to your waist.

He started leaving wet kisses around your neck a collarbone, removing your beach dress.

He then started kissing down your chest, until he ripped your bikini top off. 

“I’ve been waiting to do that all day.” His tongue made it to one of your pecks, while his hand made its way to the other. “Fuck matt.”

He moved his tongue in fast, circular motions on your hardened peck, while his finger played with the other. “Be a good girl, and let's make this quick, okay.”  

You moaned. “M-Matt.” He looked at you. “Hmm?” 

“I need you.” He smirked at you. “What do you need baby? You have to be more specific.”  

“Your fingers.” You gasped. “I need your fingers.”  

“Okay baby. Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He inserted a finger into your aching hole, then two.

“Oh my god,” you gasped. He slowly started pumping his fingers in and out of you. “F-Fuck Matt. faster.”  

You could feel your orgasm building on you. It must have shown on your face, because he then slipped his fingers out.

You whined. “I was just about to finish,” you pout. 

“Don’t worry. Your about to get something better.” He slipped off his cargo shorts and his boxers, revealing his straining erection.

It looked so hard it must have hurt.  

Even though you’d seen Matt’s dick before, it always surprised you how big he was.

The thought of him filling your aching cunt was enough to make you wet again.

He then sat against one of the doors, his legs on the seats. 

“I want you to ride me baby.” You had done it before, but it wasn’t one of your most experienced positions. “O-okay,” you gulped.  

You got on top of him and aligned yourself. Slowly and steadily, you lowered yourself on him, earning a grunt from him and a hiss from you.

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. It took you a minute to adjust to his size, but when you started moving, the slight pain was replaced with pleasure.

“Oh fuck. Matt,” you moaned, as you bounced up and down. His hands were on your hips, guiding you.

“Oh my god Matt. Oh my god.” You moved slightly faster, making you moan with pleasure.  

You could feel your legs starting to give out, making your movements slow down slightly.

Of course, Matt noticed, because he grabbed your ass and starting thrusting into you.

That was enough to get your momentum up again. You grabbed his shoulders and lowered your head into the crook of his neck. “Fuck Matt, I'm gonna cum.”  

Your moans were turning into breathy whines. “M’gonna cum too. Fuck. Do it with me baby.”

You let out a moan as your orgasm came, Matt still slight thrusting, and finishing after you.

You could see the sweat on his forehead, making his hair stick to it.

“You did so good for me baby,” matt whispered in your ear, then going to kiss you. 

Thankfully, the car wash was slowly ending. “Shit. I forgot about the car wash.” You quickly changed into your clothes, a wave of tiredness slowly crashing upon you. 

Matt was already in the driver's seat, driving up to the air-drying system. “Matt,” you mumbled, your eyes fighting for wake.

“What is it baby?” He turned back to face you. “I’m gonna take a nap,” you said in a drowsy voice. “Can we cuddle when we get home?” 

He smiled at you softly. “Of course we can babe.” He reached his hand out to swipe some hair out of your face.

“Love you,” you mumbled. “Love you too,” was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep. 

[allisluv]

hey! i was wondering if you could possibly do an emily prentiss and reader thing, literally anything, maybe some fic or headcanons about dating in secret? if not thats, okay have a lovely day!

anon i am a sucker for the wlw secret dating trope!! i hope this is what you were looking for and feel free to send in more asks whenever you’d like <3

• so first off, i wholeheartedly believe emily is big on physical touch— holding hands under a table, interlocking pinkies in crowds, sitting close on the jet with your knees touching. it’s subtle enough that the rest of the team don’t notice (or pretend they don’t, anyway).

• if hotch sent you to different locations during a case, emily would check in whenever she gets the chance. it’s not done in a possessive way, i just think she’d constantly be fretting, even if she knows you can take care of yourself. she’s just always looking out for you and vice versa.

• although i said physical touch is emily’s love language, i think shes also really big on acts of service. like having a cup of coffee ready in the office if it’s an early start or carrying your go-bag, even when you insist you can do it yourself. and derek would be the biggest tease about it. “where’s my special treatment prentiss?” and she’d just glare at him over her shoulder and he’d crack up 😭

• everyone in the team is quite close so i don’t think it would be out of the ordinary for emily and you to be ‘best friends’. in fact it kinda works in your favour— you can spend time together and no one bats an eyelid.

• communicating without words would probably be the nail in the coffin that tells the team you two are more than friends. you can have full on conversations without speaking, and while that is not uncommon for profilers, it’s different with you two.

• emily pretends to have such a stoic “no one is able to hurt me” mindset but it just melts away with you. she doesn’t like getting close to a lot of people but it’s hard when you’re so likeable.

• in the end, it’s her adoration for you that gives it away; she’s regularly checking in to see how you’re doing, she listens attentively (even if no one else is interested in what you’re saying) and you’re the first person she looks for when she enters a room.

• when you finally tell the team, you’re expecting a reaction but they all just kinda sit there like smug idiots— “is that it? 🤨” vibes and garcia definitely slumps in her chair in relief and is like “thank god, i thought i’d have to lock you in a room before you admitted it.”

[moneymartin]

・❥・- after the storm

summary: you meet kate at a bar after you get stood up on a date ♡

warnings: none rlly. more fluffy than smutty. also rlly awkward kate cuz shes nervy :( use of y/n if that counts???

rpf. dont read if ur uncomfy

a/n: this has been in my fucking drafts for a week. also thank god i revised cuz this thing sucked before i proofread it 😭 same like every story every divider is a skip. also sorry for ending it like that i jus like leaving it up to everyone’s imagination 😇

you sit quietly at a table, a drink in your hand and at least 4 empty beer bottles in front of you. drunk and somewhat confused after some stupid guy stood you up on a date here. at least 3 hours have passed since he was meant to come, but you couldn’t suck it up and leave the club without the embarrassment of coming in alone, and walking out alone. it was fucking embarrassing and that always made you wanna hurl. everything did now.

everyone was meant to find someone or do something with someone tonight but you were certainly checked off of that list. things haven’t gone your way in forever and this is probably the worst one. now you’re just drowning yourself in alcohol and digging a deep hole you probably won’t be able to get out of. scanning around for a way to get your butt out of here, or just find a waiter, you’re suddenly stopped when you make eye contact with a girl. she’s got the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen, and she’s coming your way.

“hey,” she spits out and smiles, taking a seat in front of you. it makes you a little nervous and frankly, you’re quite scared. “i’m kate…” her hand extends outwards towards you, expectantly waiting for a handshake and an introduction back. the fear you felt when she sat down just a moment suddenly dissipates and is replaced with a feeling of relief when your hand meets hers. “y/n.” you slur out, breath slightly reeking of alcohol. it doesn’t reel her away but makes her grow a little bit worried.

“thats um.. a lotttt of beers.” kate laughs, hoping to bring up the mood and energy that surrounds you. you’re obviously not happy, but she’s trying to make it seem like whatever happened isn’t as bad as you think it is. “y’know, being all drink and alone in a club like this isn’t very safe,” she starts and shakes her head slightly. “especially when it’s a pretty girl like you.” your eyebrows raise at her slip in of a compliment, face flushing and your lips pursing. she’s already incredibly bold, but there’s a glint in her eyes that shows how shes really feeling about this interaction.

you notice that she’s slightly nervous and that her movements and small jitters make it known that she is incredibly awkward. when you don’t answer back to her compliment, she smiles weirdly with her teeth and looks around the club, then at your face again. theres a pause as you let out a breath and just stare. “i’m sorry, what?” your voice is raspy still, and the music is straight over your voice which makes it harder for her to hear you. but the way your eyebrows raise and your eyes nearly pop out of your head makes her put the pieces together about what you felt about her ‘boldness.’

“it was nothing! i didn’t mean that…” she laughs and rubs the back of her neck and then digs her nails into her arm. kate’s teeth grind together and she inhales a deep breath, trying to play it cool when she knows deep down she’s dug herself into a big stupid hole she can’t get out of. “i’m just saying it isn’t safe, y’know!! not a good idea to be alone.” her voice goes up an octave and her body tenses up when you lock eyes with hers. yikes. “i can take you home to like.. help you sober up?”

her proposal makes your face scrunch at the thought of it. a stranger you met not even 10 minutes ago offering to take you to your home so you can sober up. really? “you’re not some serial killer, right?!!! i really don’t wanna end up in a ditch tonight cause that’d make everything worse!!” you blurt out just a little bit louder than you should’ve. kate gets the sudden urge to just smack her hand right over your mouth after you two get looks from people inside. “oh, god, no! what the hell?! i’m just trying to help you. so, please let me.” she begs and grabs your hand, locking her fingers with yours to calm down the drunken nerves in your system.

“okay..” you sigh, realizing just how desperate she is to talk to you. that is what it is. she just wants to talk to you, and shes trying her absolute hardest to make it seem like shes just going to help you out. kate pulls you up from the chair and wraps her arms around your waist, steadying your drunk and wobbly body. “i got you, alright?”

your body sinks into the couch after you somehow managed to guide her to your place. it took a little longer than it should’ve. the club was only 5 minutes away from your place but the whole trip took about 20 minutes. different streets and different roads and different alleyways.

“how’d you end up alone in there anyways?” kate asks, dabbing the back of her hand against your face to feel for a fever. your face is flush and you feel the rush of embarrassment coming back when her question finally registers in your head. it was the one thing you didn’t wanna talk about with her tonight. not because it was bad, it was just the fact that it was incredibly embarrassing. “got stood up.”

her eyebrows scrunch at the reasoning you give her while a pit grows in your stomach due to the look on her face. she looks like she wants to leave all of a sudden but its quickly replaced with a soft smile when she sees how you feel talking about it. “things happen for a reason, no?” kate says and smirks. she has a point though. maybe you got stood up on that date because you were bound to find her? that was dumb to think about. but it might’ve been true.

“yeah, i guess.”

“guys come and go. its not like it’ll happen again too. you’re very pretty.”

“you think so?”

“i know so.”

kate’s bold statements and words make you wonder if she really does mean them. and for some reason, you’re hoping that she does. her hands are shaky against your face and she shifts around the space on the couch to keep you comfortable instead of herself. she’s putting your needs in front of her own needs. you take in a heavy breath, looking up at kate while she stares at you longingly. “there’s obviously a reason why you wanted to help me.” you giggle.

her jaw slacks at your accusation, her face suddenly becoming a deep red. “no, c’mon! t- thats not true!” kate stammers over her own words and turns her head to the side to hide her face from you. you reach out to grab her wrist and tug her down towards you. her eyes look like they’re about to pop out of her skull and shes got a nervous frown on her face.

the confidence she manages to build up always crumbles in just a matter of seconds after you say something back. she likes that, and it makes her nervous in such a good way. “oh yeah?” you question and slide your hands up to her shoulders. your fingers wrap around her hoodie neckline, gripping tightly. “yes!” you know that she’s lying. theres an obvious reason why she offered in the first and you know exactly what it is.

“then show me why you really wanted to help.”

[zweighigh]

PLEASE ART FLUFF PLEASE

ART X FEM READER😫😫🙏🙏

OOH YOU READ MY MIND ive been wanting to write literally ANYTHING for Art.

You wanted to surprise Art for his bday, make him a little breakfast in bed, take care of your sweet boy.

So you spent all night trying to get the cake just right, just how he likes it, you just have one problem…you cant bake for shit.

You made a total of five cakes, but none of them met your standards, you just wanted everything to be perfect for Art, cause he’s always so good to you and god forbid that you can’t be enough for him ☹️.

All the clattering of mixing bowl and the sound of the oven going woke him up, he went to the kitchen, met by the sight of you with your hair up and eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you pulled yet another cake from the oven.

You didn’t even notice him standing there, but his voice drew you out from your thoughts “what are you doing?” He asked, voice still groggy with sleep, you turned to face him and immediately tried to hide all evidence “nothing, go back to bed now, babe” he didn’t buy it, he peeked over and saw all the stuff scattered on the counter “that for me?” He said with a raised eyebrow and that stupid grin in his face “no no no, your not supposed to see that” he inched closer to you and you hurried to cover his eyes, Art just picked you up with ease and pinched a bite from one of the cakes, taking it to his mouth. “Thats really good” he said and you looked at him in disbelief, “really?” He nodded and smiled, placing you in the floor again and pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek “best fucking cake ive ever had” he grinned and you felt a sense of relief washing through you.”what are we going to do with all this though?” You motioned to the piles and piles of dishes and ingredients on the counter “we will worry about it tomorrow” he picked you up again and carried you to bed.

(A/N) IM SO SORRY IF THIS SUCKS im not rlly good at writing fluff so😭

[mimisplayground]

Stress Relief ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

bc sometimes your lovely husband could really use it (aka the 18+ version of my fluff Nanami fic from a few days ago)

Tags: Husband Nanami, Blowjob, Praise (he loves his spouse soooooo much), Oral Sex, Gentle Nanami, Suggestive end (if u guys want a part two where he go down on you let me know!!)

MINORS PLS DO NOT INTERACT 😭

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Your husband was always stressed. He came home stressed, kissed you stressed, and slept stressed. There were very few moments where you saw him without a furrowed brow.

This was certainly one of those moments, which is amazing since if his brow had still been furrowed you would’ve been pretty peeved.

Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock as your tongue traced the thick vein on the underside, and your husband seemed to be in bliss. He held one of your hands tightly, his other hand resting on top of your head and petting softly.

And he spoke your praises, calling you a good spouse, telling you how amazing you are when you’re on your knees doing your absolute best to take the rest of him into your mouth. It was no easy feat, thats for sure.

You forced your lips to go down a bit further, halfway down his cock as he groaned and smiled down at you. “Lovely thing, you’re so good to me.” He groans, and then outright moans when you look up at him through your lashes.

And you kept at work, inching down slowly until, before both of you knew it, he was down your throat as one of your hands gripped his thigh. Your nose pressed against the neatly trimmed hairs as you looked up at him.

“Oh dear god..” Nanami groaned, bucking his hips forward and almost going feral at the whimper that you let out.

Going up and down, using the hand that had been gripping his thigh to work what wasn’t in your mouth. You nodded slightly when babbled out pleads to cum in your mouth.

And you were good and still when he moved the hand that was petting your head to press the back of your neck gently, allowing you to move away if you wanted.

You grinned up at him as you pulled your mouth away, licking away the rest softly and accepting it when he pulled you up to rest on his lap.

He pressed your head down to lay on his shoulder and hugged you tightly. He laid you down on the bed and kissed down your body softly, looking up at you as he reached lower.

“Your turn, sweetie.”

God you love when you help him relieve stress.

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NANAMI LOVERS!! BE FED!!! HOPE U LOVE IT!! u just showed Shibuya a REAL incident 😇 Also feel free to leave requests!!

[akamikazae]

😳🥹😭💕

“Let me help you” 

I was thinking Kakashi…surprise surprise...but really anyone you’re comfortable writing for/with…just love me some hurt/comfort (sorry if this is too vague!) hope your day is less annoying now :)

Kakashi shouldn't be here. What was he thinking?

It's bad enough he's already gotten blood on the window and now on the bathroom door.

Akami is not going to be pleased.

His fingers tremble as he tries to open the meager first aid kit she keeps under the sink. He's perched on the side of the bathtub, legs too shaky to stand.

As he sheds his flak vest, letting it fall back into the tub behind him, Kakashi wonders where Akami is. He expected her to be home when he tumbled through her window. The eerie emptiness of the house makes him uneasy so late in the evening.

Is he really here? Or has he hallucinated his return? Maybe he's still lying in that field, rain and blood pooling beneath his body--indistinguishable from one another as they mix in the mud.

Kakashi's breath heaves as he tries to apply disinfectent to the wound. He could try to heal it with medical ninjutsu, but his fingers are too shaky. And anyway, he's never been a very good medic. With his vision swimming, now, he might make the wound worse if he tried.

He yelps a little when he finally gets a good amount of the stuff on his wound. Fuck, that hurts.

He doesn't like to admit the wave of relief he feels when he hears the front door open and close, feels Akami's chakra step inside the house. He pushes the door open with his foot so she won't think someone's trying to hide from her.

Her footsteps are soft against the floor, but he can sense they're heavier than usual. Kakashi looks up when she stops in the doorway and it becomes clear why--Sasuke is asleep in her arms, head drooped against one of her shoulders.

Oh. He shouldn't have come here.

Akami glares down at him, the dark circles beneath her eyes standing starkly out against the pallor of her skin. She says nothing, just sucks her teeth and continues on to Sasuke's bedroom. Kakashi can just hear the sounds of his sheets shifting as she tucks him into bed.

He should leave. Clearly, Akami is not interested in entertaining him this evening.

When she returns to the bathroom, she closes the door behind her quietly and kneels down before him without a word. Normally, he'd love this--seeing her on her knees does things to him he isn't necessarily proud of--but she looks so exhausted now all he feels is guilt.

"Sorry," he says, his breath pushing a few strands of hair away from her face.

Her gilded eyes flick up to meet his briefly and she sighs. "It's fine."

It isn't. "I'll go."

She rolls her eyes. "Don't be stupid, you're already here. There's blood everywhere to prove it."

Kakashi winces, bites his tongue before he says sorry again, knowing she'll just be irritated if he does.

"Is Sasuke okay?" he asks instead.

Akami heaves a sigh, lets her forehead drop to Kakashi's knee. "He had a fever last night and it wouldn't go down. We've been at the Hospital all day."

Her fingers tremble almost as badly as his when she takes the disinfectant from him. He resists, not wanting to burden her any further than he already has. "Akami, it's okay, I've got it."

"Just let me help you," she snaps, glaring at him again, her pupils filed to the finest slits. "That's why you're here, right? For my help?" he nods mutely, recognizing that her irate energy is not entirely a product of his bloody appearance in her bathroom, but the culmination of all the stress Sasuke's condition surely caused her over the past twenty-four hours. "So let me help you," she repeats quietly.

"Okay," he says, relinquishing the bottle and the blood-soaked rag he'd used to apply it.

Akami cleans his wound without another word, wiping it clean and applying an antiobiotic ointment before wrapping a gauze bandage over it with much more finesse than he could have managed on his own.

"You should go to the Hospital tomorrow to have it better tended to," she says.

Normally, Kakashi would argue or lie, but he doesn't have the heart to do that to her now, so instead he threads his fingers into her hair and pulls her close so he can kiss her forehead through his mask.

"Okay," he promises, feeling her relax in his grip, her own hands coming to rest on his thighs, anchor herself. "I'm sorry about Sasuke," he says, "That must have been terrifying." She nods mutely, biting her lower lip in an uncharacteristic bid to keep her emotions from slipping out. "I'm glad he's feeling better."

Her voice is thready and thin when she answers, "Me, too."

There's still blood to clean off the window. And the doorway and the tub, but they ignore it, opting instead to make their way to Akami's bedroom where Kakashi lies on his good side and pulls her close. There will be blood to clean off the sheets in the morning, too, but that's a problem for then. All that matters now is that their breathing synchronizes, their nerves stop rapid-firing and the fight-or-flight they've both felt for different reasons over the previous hours dissipates.

Because there can be no danger while they hold one another. Akami is Kakashi's safe harbor. He thinks he might be hers, too. Suddenly, he's glad he stumbled through her window bloody and trembling and dazed. Not because she helped clean his wound, but so he can be here for her when she needs him.

There's nowhere else he'd rather be.

[motleycrueobsessed]

hiiiii

ahh I so get having no motivation

as a fic writer myself it’s so much easier and sometimes it even feels more rewarding to send a request to another amazing writer than to write your concepts yourself 😀

cause you know ✨procrastination✨

And I totally get having no motivation don’t sweat

THAT SAID

could I req something with Kurt where he comes back from a tour reader couldn’t go on in a really bad place, and reader just decides to pamper him in all ways possible?? It’s your choice whether to include smut or not :)))))

AND can I become the first member of the anon family?? If by the time I send this I’m still the first

-snoitatulas,

🫨.

iloveyoy thank you for the Kurt req😭 i wrote smut headcanons for him a while back and that was kind of uncomfortable, its weird writing smut for someone who’s passed already but that doesn’t mean im not gonna do it!!!!1

more kurt requests please i love him 😞

Also yes you can! Im assuming you wanna be 🫨 anon?

Warnings: mention of drugs, mental health issues, angst and fluff, non sexual shower, small argument, and popcorn throwing.

Pairing: Kurt cobain x AFAB Reader

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You couldn’t go on this tour. Your boss wouldn’t allow you to miss one more day of work for a tour. You would lose your job.

Even though Kurt could EASILY support both of you, you didn’t like the idea of being completely dependent on him.

It had been several months since you last saw Kurt, you two had been calling every night since he left.

The tour was over, and you knew that because you had been counting the minutes until your boyfriend could come home.

He opened the door and you came running, with a big cheesy grin on your face.

It instantly faded as you saw him, he didn’t look good at all. He looked like he had been doing drugs again and he look sad.

“Hey, my love..” he mumbled out, a little light returning to his eyes when he saw you. He clearly loved you.

That once cheesy grin turned into a sad frown, taking big steps towards him and embracing him.

He wrapped his arms around you as you took in that familiar scent. Cigarettes and rain, it was a comforting smell.

Some days, you would go outside in the rain and smoke a cigarette, just to feel his presence.

You held him and he just seemed down. You led him to your bathroom, he looked like he needed a shower..

You helped him get undressed, he didn’t protest. You got undressed too, you knew he loved showering with you.

You warmed up the shower and helped him in, letting the water hit him.

You grabbed the shampoo and rubbed it into his hair, as he sighed. In relief, in exhaustion.

You watched as the soap ran down his body and into the drain, placing small kisses on his cheek and jaw to try and make him feel better.

He smiled, just a little, and put his hands on your hips as you rubbed conditioner into his hair.

“Your hair is so greasy, Kurt.” You teased and he smiled a little more.

And soon enough you were out of the shower, bringing him clean clothes. You both got dressed and you dried his hair.

“Rough tour?” You asked gently, playing with his clean, soft hair that was now splayed on your lap.

He had made himself comfortable, using your thighs as a pillow.

“Yeah.. i missed you, love. I..i was using again too.” He admitted, watching as your small smile faded into a frown.

“Is it bad?..” you asked. “No, no its not. Not anything like it used to be.” He reassured.

“Are you sure?.. please dont lie to me Kurt, i can’t handle losing you.” You mumbled.

“Are you saying im lying?” He said, defensive.

“No, no! Thats not what im saying. Im saying IF you’re lying .. i just wanna make sure you’re okay..” You answered, trying to calm him down.

“God i- i shouldn’t have told you that. I knew you would have thought i was lying.” He mumbled.

“Kurt you KNOW thats not what i meant!” You said, slightly hurt. He sighed, and nodded. “Fine.” He muttered. “Im sorry.” You said.

A while later you were curled up on the couch with his favorite snacks, watching some movie he really liked.

He brought his lips to yours, smiling as he pulled back and went back to watching the movie.

You tossed some popcorn at his head, giggling as he feigned offense. “How could you throw popcorn at me, darling?” He said dramatically.

“Oh hush up, im sure you’ll survive.” You teased.

After the movie, Kurt was drowsy and you came to terms with the fact you were both sleeping on the couch.

You pulled a nearby blanket over the two of you, and kissed kurts forehead gently.

“I love you Kurt.” You muttered.

“I love you too, darling.” He responded quietly as he drifted off to sleep.

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he’s adorable ilove him

😭❤️ im not okay i wanna hug him.

[starheirxero]

BY GOD, SAMS AND LAES FUCKED ME UP SO BAD-

THE WAY LUNAR STARTED OUT FEARFUL, THE WAY IT TURNED INTO RAGE, THE WAY IT TURNED INTO HATRED, THE WAY THEY SNAPPED-

AND FOR A MOMENT, THERE IS SO MUCH RELIEF, BECAUSE THEY DID IT, BECAUSE THEY FINALLY GOT RID OF HIM, BECAUSE THEY FINALLY PAID HIM BACK AND MADE HIM EAT HIS WORDS, BECAUSE THEY ARE FINALLY FREE-

THE WAY EARTH LOOKED AT THEM WITH HORROR, THE WAY SHE ACTUALLY RAISED HER VOICE AT HIM, THE WAY THEY REALIZED THEY SCARED THEIR SISTER-

THE WAY THEY FALL TO THE FLOOR AND TRY TO JUSTIFY IT, THE WAY THEY START TO DOUBT AND PROBABLY WONDER, "Am I like him...?"

THE WAY THEY BREAK, THE WAY THEY SAW SOLAR AND PANICED, BECAUSE WHAT IF IT'S ECLIPSE?

EVEN WORSE, WHAT IF IT'S SOLAR? WHAT IF THEY KILL SOLAR?

-Stardust, in shambles

RIGHT?! RIGHTTTT?!??!!!???? OH MY GHOODDDUSHAJQHSJS IT WAS SO MANY LEVELS OF JUST ABSOLUTE GUT PUNCHES BACK-TO-BACK AUAAGHGH

YEA EARTH'S REACTIONS OMGGG I WAS GENUINELY SO HEARTBROKEN OVER THE WAY SHE BASICALLY RAN AWAY FROM LUNAR. THEY BOTH YELLED AT EACH OTHER AND I WAS LIKE OH GOD OH FUCK THIS IS A WEDGE DRIVEN BETWEEN THEM FUCKKK 😭

AND AUAAYAGHGHHH "WHAT IF THE KILL SOLAR" THATS SO SAD STOOOOPPPP OH MY GHOD. LUNAR THINKING THEY'RE A THREAT TO SOLAR NOW. DIES EVERYWHERE ALL OVER THE FLOOR