#the one i finished was one of us is lying

[harrysfolklore]

carlos sainz being hopelessly in love: a compilation

GIF by sainzprix

summary: carlos sainz can't help but talk about his girlfriend all the time, fans make compilation videos about it

folkie radio: compilation blurbs are back! honestly i have so much fun doing these and i was dying to do it for carlitossss, hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

Carlos Sainz might be known as Formula 1's Smooth Operator, but there's one thing that makes him completely lose his cool: his girlfriend.

While most drivers keep their private lives under wraps, Carlos can't seem to help himself from turning into a lovesick puppy whenever she is mentioned. His teammates often tease him about how his usual composed demeanor melts away at the mere sight of her.

Fan compilations began flooding social media, showing every endearing moment of Carlos being completely smitten. The most popular one, titled "Carlos Sainz Being Hopelessly In Love: A Compilation," gained millions of views across platforms.

The video opens with Carlos walking to the Ferrari garage during media day. "Favorite meal after a race?" the social media guy asks for the team's instagram stories.

"Well, my girlfriend makes this amazing risotto," Carlos grins, adjusting his Ferrari cap, "I used to prefer paella but now… don't tell my mother, but her risotto is unbeatable."

In another clip, Carlos is doing a Ferrari team challenge, asked about his most used emoji.

"The chili emoji," Carlos laughs, "Because that's what I call my girlfriend. My little chili. She's small but spicy."

During a post-race interview after a podium finish: "This one's special because my girlfriend is here today. She couldn't come to many races this season so having her here for a podium means everything."

Another clip shows Carlos arriving at the paddock, his girlfriend walking slightly behind him. A fan calls out asking for a photo, and Carlos immediately reaches back to take her hand, pulling her into the frame with him.

"No no," he says when she tries to step away, "You're part of the photo cariño."

The fans melted, getting the entire interaction on camera.

There's a moment captured by F1TV during a rain delay. Carlos is in the garage, and the camera catches him FaceTiming with his girlfriend who couldn't make it to that race.

"See? It's properly wet," he shows her the track, "But don't worry, I'll be careful. Yes, yes, I promise."

A clip from Ferrari's social media games shows Carlos doing a "Rate or Hate" segment. When shown a picture of breakfast in bed:

"Rate, obviously. My girlfriend makes the best breakfast," he pauses, "Actually, she's going to watch this and know I'm lying. I make breakfast most mornings because she's terrible at waking up early. But she makes great coffee once she's actually awake."

"Mate, don't roast her like that," Charles laughed from beside him.

"She loves me, she doesn't mind." Carlos shrugged

There's footage from a fan in Monaco, catching Carlos and his girl walking their dogs. They don't notice they're being filmed, and Carlos is gesturing animatedly while she laughs, reaching up to wipe something from his face. The natural, unguarded moment became a fan favorite.

During another Ferrari social media video, Carlos is asked about his most played song.

"Oh no," he laughs, "My girlfriend's going to kill me but it's that Taylor Swift song she keeps playing. It's been stuck in my head for weeks. She converted me into a Swiftie, I can't believe it."

A paddock moment caught on camera shows her helping Carlos with his sunscreen before a hot race.

"I burn easily!" Carlos defends when Charles teases him, "She's is just taking care of me. Unlike some teammates…"

During a radio interview, Carlos is asked about living in Monaco.

"The best part is having my girlfriend there," he says, "She's made our house a home. Though she insists on having plants everywhere. I think we have about fifty now? She names them all too."

A casual moment caught by Sky Sports shows Carlos talking to his trainer between sessions. His girlfriend appears with his water bottle, and without interrupting his conversation, Carlos automatically lifts his arm so she can fit against his side.

During a Ferrari team challenge about "Who knows Carlos better?", Charles vs his girlfriend:

"His biggest fear?" the interviewer asks.

"Spiders," she answers immediately.

"That was supposed to be a secret!" Carlos protests.

"Mi amor, everyone knows since you made me catch that spider in the motorhome while you stood on a chair."

There's a sweet moment from Carlos' birthday celebration at a race weekend. The Ferrari team surprises him with a cake, and the camera catches his girlfriend helping him blow out the candles.

"What did you wish for?" someone asks.

"I already have everything I need," Carlos responds, his arm around her.

The compilation includes a clip where Carlos is doing simulator work, completely focused, until his girlfriend brings him coffee. Without taking his eyes off the screen, he reaches for her hand and kisses it in thanks.

One of the most shared clips shows Carlos after a difficult race where he DNF'd. He's clearly frustrated in the garage, but the camera catches his girlfriend quietly approaching him. She doesn't say anything, just takes his hand, and you can see his shoulders immediately relax.

The final clip shows Carlos at a racing podcast, responding to a question about handling public attention as a couple.

"We try to keep things private, but it's natural to want to share your happiness sometimes. She understands this world, she supports me unconditionally, and that makes everything easier. Though she does make fun of me when I take too long choosing my race day outfit."

The compilation ends with text reading: "Find someone who's hopelessly in love with you as Carlos is with his girlfriend."

[thetadispatcher]

"It's fine, no harm done." Sure the interaction had been far more unpleasant for him, but it hadn't damaged him in anyway. It had merely left the sensitive sensors in his hand tingling and caused him to be forced to reboot, but the information he'd been forcefully given hadn't corrupted his memory or been corrupted itself.

He'd been able to make sense of and properly view the overwhelming amount of data once he'd come back online, the entire event had only taken a few seconds so Strasky didn't have the time necessary to start thinking he'd broken Dan. So, the android only had to deal with the man apologizing for not warning him sooner, and for the things he'd been forced to witness.

Dan was just glad he now had a system to keep Strasky from getting worked up over seeing the androids Brent was currently building. He only had to get someone to distract the man well Brent preformed the functions test on them as that caused the skin to activate, making it harder for Strasky to look at them and keep his composure. So he had Sixty play the distraction as Brent preformed the test on the newly completed android.

Sixty did as he'd been silently instructed to do, he began fiddling with something breakable which caused Strasky to quickly try to get the item away from him. The RK800 played keep away with the man until Brent shut the android down and set it aside with the first one, then he let Strasky snag the glass decoration from him and set it back on the shelf.

"I estimate this will take an hour to complete the entire order, now that the new computers are here." Brent responded calmly, he was clearly used to dealing with impatient humans given how well he handled the behavior. "If you wish to, you can join the military units in the dining room. I believe they are playing a card game, one where you win by lying. So it should be entertaining for you, even if you cannot join in on one of their more extreme rules." The JB300 felt Agent Bishop would likely enjoy the games the military units played, even if he couldn't use the tool they did to weaken and shut down most of their functions.

Personally, he didn't understand why they liked to play something that was a less extreme version of roulette, but as long as it kept them entertained he wouldn't judge.

Vincent glanced at his black and purple uniform as Peter giggled to himself, he wasn't as accustomed to the human's strange behavior as Dan was. So, the AP700 would find himself frequently trying to understand the odd and cryptic things the human said to him. He only stopped when Dan mentally reminded him that it was best to just brush it off, seeing as Peter likely just found noting Vincent's favorite color funny due to being under the influence of the painkillers.

The yellow and red of Vincent's LED shifted to blue as he looked up at the other android, clearly finding his presence comforting as his stress levels fell significantly. He held up the crochet wolf he'd just finished outfitting with a yellow rain coat, silently waiting for the other's opinion on it as the yellow returned to his blue LED.

"Sometimes I make notes on the more absurd things he says, they range from questionable to outlandish. Usually they're just things he blurts out well upset. Although I don't know if most would make sense as a fortune, or if people would want quotes from the guy who told Elijah Kamski to suck his dick." Dan felt androids would like Peter more due to him telling off the whole of Cyberlife, and the boy had enough humans that didn't like him supporting androids.

"'I'm the video game boy, I'm the one who wins.' Is a personal favorite of mine in terms of things he's yelled at me because I was beating him. He's also tried to convince me clearly broken controllers weren't actually broken, 'the exposed wires help it breathe better' was an interesting one. I could go on, but some of my favorites are just from him forgetting I'm not a human, or just how common it is for him to crack himself up."

Dan chuckled slightly as he glanced at Peter, who'd finally passed out in his arms. He still knew better then to put him to bed as Peter would wake up the moment he couldn't hear the beating of the PL600's thirium pump and his pump regulator, it was a sound he noted calmed Peter and provided him comfort.

"It took me a bit to get used to how much he screams, but that's probably due to my own experiences with it." Daniel piped up, he had grown accustomed to Peter's rage fits and how they were harmless to him. "Now, I find it funny to watch him loose his mind over something like chess. I never knew someone raising their voice at me would be amusing."

Sixty turned to Willow once he was certain he'd no longer be need, excitedly motioning for her to follow him, so he could finally show her the room where they stored whatever Vincent made during his visits.

"Empathy is a wonderful gift." Willow said, eyeing Dan, "Perhaps I should have mentioned to be careful while handling Strasky."

It was hard to ignore the structure gel going off now that she knew what to be on the lookout for. She was glad all that information being dumped on him at once had not caused him to overload like it did with the brain scans.

Deviants were simply built different perhaps.

"In other words, we have commissioned a young genius who must be kept on a leash." Bishop mused.

"You keep yours in a jar." Rook pointed, getting a confused look from the android, "Do you even have to ask?"

"Not at all." He shot Bishop a skeptic look, before heading back to where Vincent was.

Bishop crossed his arms, "So, how much longer do we have to wait? There is work I have to get back to."

"You guys should write down what he says and put it in fortune cookies." Rook suggested, "It's so cryptic everybody would love them."

[minswriting]

in your Spencer Reid nsfw alphabet, under oral, you mention that Spencer would be down for 69ing. and I agree. the thing is, I have never seen a fic with it before. Do you have any recommendations? Are you willing to take it as a request? 👀

omg you’re so right. i need to write this

nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | 69, oral (f & m receiving)

It started with a simple statement. Spencer had come home from work relatively early because it was just a paperwork sort of day. After you two had dinner and were just sitting on the couch as you both read silently together, Spencer broke the silence with “I want you to sit on my face while you suck me off,” while closing his book. Let’s get one thing clear, Spencer usually wasn’t so direct when it came to sex. So this, this had certainly been on his mind for a while for him to be so direct.

So of course, you agreed.

Which is what ultimately led you both to the bedroom with Spencer underneath you as you sat on his face in reverse cowgirl style. He didn’t hesitate to use his tongue on you, moving the appendage all over your cunt as he took in your juices. Eating you out was one of Spencer’s favorite things to do and he would gladly die between your thighs if you suffocated him. Spencer held your thighs to his face, burying his tongue inside of you.

You moaned as you leaned down, your face stopping right in front of Spencer’s cock. You took a second to relish in the pleasure Spencer was giving you, a hand on his torso for support. After a few minutes, you brought your other hand to Spencer’s cock, guiding it to your mouth. You swirled your tongue across the tip at the same time Spencer sucked on your clit. The both of you moaned at the same time, adding to the pleasure. You began by just sucking on the tip and teasing it, causing Spencer to pause what he was doing and breathe heavily, the hot hair hitting your pussy.

“Fuck,” Spencer moaned before diving his tongue back onto your cunt.

You eased your mouth down Spencer’s length, using your hand to jerk off what couldn’t fit. The two of you got into a rhythm. You bobbed your head up and down at the same time as Spencer ate your cunt. Both of you were moaning against one another, feeling each other’s pleasure. You could feel yourself getting close as Spencer sucked on your clit. Just as you could feel Spencer stiffening in your mouth, a tell-tale sign that he was getting close.

It didn’t take long for either of you to finish. You came with your thighs clamping around Spencer’s head at the same time that he finished in your mouth, bucking his hips as he did so. The both of you were whining and moaning. When you were finished, you crawled off Spencer, lying opposite him, where your feet were next to his head. The both of you were breathing heavily, taking in what had just happened.

“We’re doing that again,” You said breathily, tilting your head to look at Spencer.

He let out a small chuckle, nodding his head. “For sure.”

[ffsjustletmesleep]

Silent Bonds: Chapter Three

Chapter Two

Word Count: 3.1k

(I was really confused writing the smut for GN reader cause I don't know where to write like “sex” or “hole”..)

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, mentions of blood, implications of suicide, poorly written smut, fingering, sex, unprotected sex(y'all know better), creampie, Daryl calling the reader a whore. (I think that's all) 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

As soon as they had entered the CDC they were met with a man by the name of Dr. Edwin Jenner. He led everyone into the building and explained that he was the only one left out of all the others who had worked there. Jenner took each of us one by one for a blood test to make sure that none of us had gotten bitten, which you could understand. He wasn't supposed to let any of you inside but he had anyway, it was just precaution.

Later after Jenner had finished taking samples of everyone’s blood, he decided on sharing the food that was left in the building for dinner. Everyone sat around the table laughing and eating. Dale suggested that Carl should try some wine with dinner which Rick and Lori had let him do so, he was grossed out by the taste which made everyone laugh. “That’s my boy” she muttered with a smile before taking the glass away.

Daryl spoke up as he looked over at Glenn, smiling as he held the bottle of booze in his hand. “Keep drinkin’ little man. I wanna see how red yer face can get” he opened his mouth in a wide smile. You looked at Daryl as you smiled and drank from your glass of wine, giggling at his childish behavior, he looked down at you and smiled as he took another drink from the bottle, chuckling under his breath.

Rick noticed Jenner’s uncomfortable expression and tapped his glass to get everyone's attention before standing up from his seat. “It seems we haven’t thanked our host properly.” he smiled as he looked at Jenner. “Booyah!” Daryl shouted as he raised the bottle, shifting to stand behind you, and everyone began raising their glasses and cheering out as they thanked him. Jenner then awkwardly nodded back as a thanks.

Shane then brought up the cure and spoke about the rest of the doctors Jenner had said that most of them either left or had taken ‘other’ routes out. Which had ruined the mood in an instant. Glenn walked back to his seat and frowned as he looked at Shane. “Dude you are such a buzzkill, man..” he muttered before he sat down.

You put your glass down as the mood started to drop, Daryl scoffed and took another drink from the bottle before walking out of the room. After dinner, Jenner showed you the way to the rooms, and the mention of hot water got everyone settled in.

Daryl insisted on staying in your room with you, not wanting anything to happen to you after today. Though he brushed it off as “being too tired to go find his room” which you didn't mind. You set your bag down on the couch next to the bed and sighed softly as you picked out something comfortable to wear to bed.

“You know. Daryl. I think a shower might do you good, you reek..” you turned around to look at him, frowning playfully as you put your hands on your hips.

“I ain’t need no damn shower..” He grumbled as he sat on the edge of the bed, taking another drink from the bottle of booze. You sighed softly and shook your head at him before stepping over towards the bathroom and getting in the shower, taking your time to wash off the muck but not taking too long to waste the hot water.

Once you got out of the shower and stepped back into the bedroom, Daryl was lying sprawled out on the bed waiting for you to come back. You smiled to yourself as you walked over towards him, gently taking the booze from his hands.

“You getting tired?” you asked as you set the bottle down on the nightstand and sat down on the bed beside him. “No, was jus’ waitin’ for yer ass to be done.” He muttered as he narrowed his eyes at you, his lips turning down into a frown as he put his arms underneath his head.

You huffed softly and shook your head at his expression. “You’ve had too much to drink, huh?” you asked as you looked at him. He looked away from you and scoffed as he closed his eyes. “Dunno what yer talkin’ bout.” He muttered.

Tilting your head to the side and turning back to your clothes, you got dressed into your pajamas before climbing up onto the bed. He tensed as he felt your arm touching his, but slowly relaxed as he realized it was just you.

You let out a small hum and looked down at him as you sat next to him. Your hand moved to his hair as your fingers ran through the short strands of dirty blonde hair. Gently pulling his head into your lap. He let out a small grumble and looked up at you annoyed.

“Why you always touchin’ me??” He growled as his eyes narrowed up at you. You let out a soft laugh and held his head as you leaned down slightly, looking into his eyes.

“I don’t know..” you shrugged and smiled at him as your fingers rounded his face, from his cheeks to the small stubble on his chin, and down to his chest as your arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders.  “Am I not allowed to?” you asked with a teasing smile.

His cheeks burned a little red as he felt your hands touching all over his face, his eyes analyzing your expression as your arms hugged his neck. “Ain’t sayin' that-” He muttered as his hands moved to grasp your wrists. His eyes darting away from yours.

You watched him as he looked away, his embarrassed yet annoyed expression making your heart flutter as your eyes landed on his lips as he chewed on his bottom lip. “Daryl..” you called softly as one of your hands came back up to cup his cheek.

His eyes immediately met yours at the sound of his name, his eyes widening slightly as your face had gotten closer. “Wha- What’re you doin'..?” he asked as his grip tightened on your wrists.

You leaned closer as your thumb brushed against his cheek, your heart racing in your chest as you saw his flustered expression. You gently pressed your lips against the mole on the side of his lips, listening to the sound of his breath hitching in his throat.

He froze as he felt your lips graze the side of his mouth, he could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he stared at you with shock. Your lips moved from his mole to his cheek, then to his nose, his forehead, and the other side of his face.

You pulled your head back slightly to see him, his face red and his eyes staring right at you as his lips parted slightly out of shock. You smiled at him and ran your fingers down to the side of his jaw before your lips finally landed on his own.

He felt like he was going to explode, he didn't know whether to be annoyed or angry, he wasn't used to this, especially not from them. Out of all the years they’ve known each other they’d never done something like this, yet it made him feel things he’s never felt.

He let out a soft breath and pulled your arms off him, his lips pressing up against yours as he sat up, bringing you around and in his arms before his lips returned to yours. He knew this was wrong, you guys were friends, but he couldn't think straight around you and it drove him insane.

You gasped softly as he shot up, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer as his lips enveloped yours in a desperate, hungry kiss. It must have been the alcohol making him so needy, but he couldn't tell, nor did he care. His lips moved against yours as one of his hands moved down to your hip, grasping it tightly as his other held your lower back.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you whined softly at his touch, his tongue massaging yours as he leaned forward, forcing your head back and kissing you deeper as he grasped the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it somewhere in the room.

His lips moved to your cheek, your jaw, then your neck as his stubble tickled your skin, his breath hot and heavy as the smell of booze still lingered on his breath, groaning softly at the taste of your skin. You let out a small moan as his hand slid up your side, and grasped at your flesh.

His tongue licked down your neck and down your chest, before it circled one of your hardened nipples, gently sucking on it as he pulled you closer, his other hand reaching down to grasp your ass tightly. Your hands shot up to grasp his hair as he nipped the bud gently, before giving his attention to the other one, doing the same thing.

You cried out softly as his teeth nipped it slightly harder than the other, your face reddened more as he slowly lowered you down onto the bed, his lips kissed down your stomach before his hands grasped the hem of your shorts, pulling them down your legs along with your underwear, tossing them with the rest of your clothes.

You looked up at him as he pulled away from you, his eyes taking over your body as he breathed heavily, feeling like prey in the hands of a predator in the moment. His eyes met yours as his pupils were blown, his head leaning down as his lips gently pressed against yours, before he moved down between your legs, his hands pushing your thighs apart as he settled in between them.

He kissed the inside of your thigh, sucking marks onto it as he bit down on the bruises, groaning once more as his hands kneaded your soft flesh. His lips kissed up your thighs until he was met with your heat, his breath hot against your skin as his tongue licked a wet stripe up against your heat, letting out a small moan at the taste.

He spat in his hand as his finger brushed up against your entrance, letting out a small hum as he kissed your hip, before gently pushing his finger inside of you, groaning as your tight walls squeezed his finger. You let out a small moan as his finger entered you, your hands shooting down to his hair as you grasped it gently.

His finger pulled back out of you before pushing back in slowly, his teeth nipping your hip gently as his eyes watched you squirm and moan. His cock hardened in his pants at the sight. His finger slowly picked up its pace as he slowly added a second, his thick fingers stretching your tight hole as he pressed his forehead against your stomach, panting softly to himself as he pressed his hips against the bed.

“Fuck- yer so tight around my fingers, Sunshine..” he whispered as he curled his fingers inside of you, brushing against your sensitive spot as he listened to you cry out and tug on his hair. You were driving him insane, he was shaking in your grasp as your sounds filled his ears, your walls clenching around his fingers as he stretched you out, scissoring them and curling them just to hear you get louder.

He stopped his movements as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth as he licked and sucked them clean, moaning at the taste of you. He sat up in between your thighs as he looked down at you, your lust-filled eyes and flushed and breathless expression going to his cock.

His hands fiddled with his belt as he pulled it off, tossing it off the bed and unbuttoning his pants as he pushed them down to his thighs, along with his boxers. His cock slapping up against his stomach as he hissed softly. You looked up at him and panted softly as your eyes wandered down to his cock, swallowing thickly as you whimpered at the size. “Shit..” you breathed.

His eyes locked onto yours as he heard you curse, he smirked and fisted his cock, stroking it as his spit coated his length, he moved closer to you as he leaned down, kissing your neck and nipping gently before his lips pressed against yours, capturing them in a sweet kiss as he stroked himself, moaning softly into your mouth before he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach.

You grasped the blankets gently as you turned your head to look at him from over your shoulder, blushing as he loomed over you, his cock sliding against your ass as his eyes were locked on you, gently pushing lowering the tip down to your aching hole, spreading his precum around it as he bucked his hips gently, biting back a groan.

He looked up at you through his lashes as he saw the desperate look on your face, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Yer so needy, aren't ya..?” he asked in a low voice as he nipped your ear gently, pressing his hips up against yours.

You blushed heavily and whined softly as his cock pressed against you, you leaned into his touch and closed your eyes as you nodded, whimpering softly. “Need you, Daryl..so bad..” you whispered, feeling his grip on your hips tighten, his hips bucking against yours as a growl rumbled in his throat.

“Ya need me, Sunshine..? Huh..?” he asked tauntingly as his lips trailed down your shoulders, nipping the skin as his tongue traced the marks he left. “Ya’ want my cock that bad..?” he pulled your hips back against his as he glanced down at your entrance. “I'll give it to ya’..don’t worry..” he whispered against the skin of your back.

His hands shook slightly from his buzz against the skin of your hips as he bit down on his bottom lip, pressing the tip of his cock against you as he slowly pushed inside of you, his eyes closing as he felt your tight walls hugging his cock, growling softly as he bit down on your shoulder.

You moaned out as your grasp tightened on the sheets of the bed, pressing your face into the pillow as you felt him stretching you out from the inside. “Oh- Fuck-!” you cried as he bottomed out inside you, moaning against your skin.

His fingers dug into the flesh of your waist as he pulled you back against him, he started to move, pulling all the way out before pushing back in, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he couldn't help but whimper at the feeling. He picked up the pace as he pulled your hips back with every thrust, panting and groaning against your neck.

You moaned out loudly as he started to move, feeling his cock hitting the deepest parts that even your fingers couldn't reach, his thick shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls. “Daryl..!” you moaned out as you cried against the pillow, your body moving up and down against the bed as he thrust into you over and over.

His thrusts grew harder and deeper as he pounded into you from behind, practically pistoning you into the bed as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Ya’ feel so good around me- fuck I can’t get enough..ya’.” he panted. “Like that? Huh, Sunshine? Ya like my cock so deep inside ya??” he growled as he picked up the pace, chasing after his release and sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

You cried out into the pillow as your back arched, your face pressing further into the fabric as your moans muffled, the sound of skin slapping, panting, and moaning filling the room as he slammed into you over and over. You could feel your orgasm slowly approaching.

He groaned against your skin as he thrust into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot as he heard you cry out his name. He angled his hips and rammed into it over and over. “Yer practically made for me- squeezing me like this..fucking hell- dirty whore..” he muttered darkly into your ear. “Ya close..? Ya gonna cum for me? Cum all because of this cock filling ya so good?” he chuckled as it quickly turned into a moan, his orgasm approaching quickly.

Your moans and cries grew louder as he pistoned you into the bed, his hot breath against your neck as his hands would leave bruises on your hips by morning, you gasped out as your orgasm grew closer, your breathing getting quicker as your legs shook. “Fuck! I’m so close!” you sobbed.

He growled at your words and picked up the pace his hips grinding against yours as he pressed his cock against your sweet spot repeatedly. “That's it- cum for me, Sunshine, come on!” he commanded as his thrusts grew sloppy, his hips stuttering as his orgasm approached quickly.

Your breath hitched as you felt your orgasm washing over you, a loud cry leaving your lips as you felt yourself cum, stuffing your face in the pillow as he slammed into you a few more times, panting heavily against your ear as he came, his warm seed spilling deep inside you as he rode out both of your highs and collapsed on top of you.

The next few moments were quiet, the only sound was you both catching your breath. His arms hugged around you tightly as he pressed his face against your back. “Fuck..” he muttered before he slowly pulled out of you, laying next to you and pulling you in him.

He looked down at you as your eyes closed, your face flushed with redness and sweat, your hair sticking all over the place as he brushed it away. “I didn't hurt ya, did I..?” he asked softly as he rubbed your lower back.

You looked up at him after a minute of catching your breath, seeing his soft blue eyes return, his face all flushed, and his lips red as he panted. “No..of course not. I’m alright..” you whispered softly as you leaned up to kiss him. He leaned into you as he reciprocated the kiss, cupping your face gently and humming against your lips.

He pulled away slightly as he looked at you. “Good..” he muttered, his rough thumb grazing your cheek as he watched you. The two of you lay there together as you both eventually fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms, letting the exhaustion take over your bodies from the intense moment you two just shared

Thank you for reading Silent Bonds: Chapter Three I hope you enjoyed it :) this is my second time writing smut so I hope its not too bad, I tried to keep the gender neutral theme to be inclusive so if I made any mistakes pls lmk <3

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last thing i googled: 50bc attalus. lol. and a directory for a mall at the same time

current obsession: m...my catie,,,, self explanatory i don't have to justify myself. also monks. reading a monklove book,,,

looking forward to: going out with my friends this sunday! maybe going overseas next june! yippee :3

tagging: @quia-nominor--leo @enlitment @monksexualizer @xxmarvelouslifexx @courtjester69420 if you'd like to doooo itttt <3

[holylulusworld]

Jerk next door (8) - Lies to tell

Summary: You move in next door to a jerk after a bad breakup.

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, mostly investigations

Jerk next door (7) - Plans to make

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Sirens. All you remember are sirens, and the scent of blood creeping into your nose.

Andy tried to keep you away from the crime scene, but the detectives coming to his house to investigate your ex-husband’s death wouldn’t let him.

Now you’re sitting on a chair in his kitchen, feeding lies to the cops. You nod and agree to anything Andy says—lies, of course.

“Okay, let me get this straight,” the detective clears his throat to get your attention. “You spent the evening at Mr. Barber’s house, and later, you went upstairs to sleep.”

“Yes,” you sniffle. “I had a terrible headache. Andy wanted to join me later. He wanted to work some more after dinner.”

“Good, good,” the detective takes notes as you try not to show how scared you are. If you forget the things Sy and Andy instructed you to say before calling the cops. “What happened later.”

“After I finished work, I checked on Y/N. She was sleeping soundly, and I was about to use the bathroom when I heard noises coming from downstairs,” Andy continues. He takes your hand, pretending that you’re deeply in love. “I silently walked back into the bedroom to unlock the safe and get my gun out.”

The detective watches Andy, quirking a brow. “You’ve got a gun in your bedroom. Why?”

“I’m an attorney lawyer,” the lies easily come out of Andy’s mouth, “more than once I got angry calls, or received letters in which the person threatened my life. And I got an angry ex-wife.”

At that, the detective chuckles. “So, you heard a noise and got your gun.” He asks, watching you sniffle silently. “What then?”

“I wanted to walk down the stairs, the gun in my hand,” Andy is quick to reply. “I saw a shadow move quickly. He growled something at me that I didn’t understand.”

“What did you do?” You pray the detective believes Andy’s lies, if not, you are all doomed and will end up in jail. “Mr. Barber?”

“I-“ Andy sniffs. “He threatened my girlfriend and told me to go to the living room. I didn’t want to provoke him, so I followed his order.”

“Why didn’t he tell you to drop your gun?” You suck in a breath. The detective asks all the right questions, and you fear, Andy won’t be able to keep up the wall of lies for much longer.

“I pressed it close to my leg, and the lights were out,” Andy replies without missing a beat. “It was dark. Maybe he didn’t see the gun in my hand. I don’t know, though. Who knows what is going on in people’s minds when they try to kill you? We’d never thought my girlfriend’s ex-husband would break into my house to kill us.”

“Sure.” Watching the detective take notes, you wonder if he knows that Andy and you are lying. “You never know.” He nods now. “Please continue, Mr. Barber.”

“I tried to talk to him, telling him if he just leaves, there will be no consequences,” Andy licks his lips. He wrings his hands, pretending to be sad about what happened. “Or something like that. I don’t remember. It all happened so fast.”

“Do you need a moment, Mr. Barber?” The second detective joins you in the kitchen. “Water maybe, or something to eat?”

Andy must fight the smirk wanting to creep onto his face. He knows all the tricks. She tries to play the nice cop, offering food and water along with compassion.

“No, thank you. I should tell your partner what happened as long as my memory is still fresh,” Andy tries not to be too proud of the construct of lies he carefully fed the cops with. “Where were we?”

“You told the detective you tried to talk to him,” you murmur, and pat Andy’s hand.

“Oh, yes. Thank you,” he replies and lovingly looks at you. Andy Barber is a great actor; you give him that. “He…he didn’t want to hear anything. Before I could fathom what happened, he fired in my direction. One of the bullets hit the wall and I dropped to the ground, searching for cover behind the couch.”

“I woke from a loud bang,” you continue. “I believed Andy dropped something. When I moved downstairs, I saw someone turn toward me, a gun in his hands.”

“She screamed, and that was when I got back up from behind the couch. I yelled at the man, and he turned back around, wanting to shoot me, but…” Andy releases a shuddery breath, pretending to be sorry for your ex-husband’s death. “I was faster and fired at him.”

“How many bullets did you fire at him?” The second detective asks. “Mr. Barber?”

“I think I fired two or three times at him. I’m not sure.” Andy turns his head toward you, worriedly looking at you. “I could only think about Y/N, and that he’ll hurt her.”

“I think we are done here,” you nod as the first detective slowly gets up. “If we have further questions, we will contact you, Mr. Barber.”

You’re too shaken to even get up. Watching the detectives leave the kitchen, you exhale sharply. It’s all you're capable of.

You should be relieved. The man tormenting you is dead. He’ll never hurt you again, still, all you feel is dread.

“Mr. Barber, I’m afraid you must leave the house for tonight, and maybe tomorrow. This is still a crime scene,” the detective says.

“He can sleep at my house,” you jump in, smiling. The fake smile hurts your face, but you try to play your part. “No problem. We just go and leave you to your investigation. After what happened, I couldn’t sleep here.”

“Thank you for having me,” Andy murmurs while looking around your guestroom. “I know I’m the last person you want to have at your house.”

“What if,” you sniffle. “What if they find out what you did? We will all end up in jail!”

He carefully touches your shoulder and says, “No one will end up in jail. Your ex-husband broke into my house and tried to kill both of us. It’s called self-defense…”

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[kleinesmanuskript]

Imagine studying at the same college with Mhin

modern AU

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⟢ Coming across each other only during breaks because you both study at different faculties. Mhin once thought about transferring into your group, and they would gladly do that but unfortunately your professions differ drastically. 

⟢ Noticing each other from far corners of the hall and nodding; some kind of succinct gesture, bearing the meaning of mutual greeting and silent way of conveying “sure, we are tired but fuck it, we ball”. 

⟢ Marking the way their frown and discontent on their face is gradually replaced by a soft smile as they approach you. 

⟢ Quickly reaching the nearest coffee shop during said breaks, but only for your sake. Mhin is not a big fan of take-outs, but they won’t cease the opportunity to spare you a moment while waiting for your order and briefly talking about everything that happened over the period of your short “parting”, caused by curriculum and different class/lecture-rooms. 

⟢ Suggesting that you both take aesthetically pleasing notes to add some colours to your routine; writing out ornate letters with brush pens, decorating pages with cute stickers and vivid patterns. But failing the attempt as Mhin prefers comfort and practicality (the most they can do is using pens of different colours and highlighting topics from time to time). They are convinced that all this ✨study aesthetic✨ doesn’t suit them at all and there are two reasons why – firstly, the nature of their specialisation, and secondly, the insane amount of shortened words and strikethroughs in their notes (also add here the margins of their notebooks filled with neurotic scribbles, little crosses that are outlined numerous times, doodles and tiny rough sketches). As they say, usage of cute stationery won’t help them at all, let alone enhancing their notes. “It will eventually cause even more mess”. 

⟢ Constantly checking each other’s class schedule and receiving messages from them like “are you done yet”, “where are you”, “should i wait for you” as well sending those to them yourself (but knowing that you’ll both wait until one of you finishes classes no matter how long it takes). 

⟢ Hastily walking under streetlights, barely hearing each other over the noise of the street and crowd, and agreeing on “these people are so weird and stupid, thanks god we are normal”. Listening to their complaints and subconsciously adorning the way snow flickers on their silver hair, bleached strands sticking out from the hood. And how amusing are their attempts to hide themselves from biting cold when they bury their lips and nose in the collar of their jacket. 

⟢ Standing in a crowded bus and exchanging meaningful looks with them, discussing the environment solely with glances – driver’s rudeness, someone’s pungent cologne, a deliberately loud conversation, contents of a stranger’s phone—“damn, we shouldn’t have looked at his screen, gross!” 

⟢ Helping each other with homework by mere presence; finishing your own tasks while lying on their bed and listening to the rustle of pages as Mhin sits at the desk and thoughtfully writes something. Heavy darkness of a late evening changes the bluish hues, and radiance from a table lamp, blanketing Mhin’s silhouette and reflecting in the window, feels undeniably warm and cozy. 

⟢ Getting advice from them on how to cope with exam stress along with a list of light herbal sedatives which can help in dealing with anxiety. Definitely will explain their effects in detail and respond to your “professional deformation, huh?” with a sarcastic chuckle.  

⟢ Trying to get to know them better; it is genuinely hard to lure anything out of them—though if you listen to them carefully, you may effortlessly catch some trivias about them or their interests. So in brief moments of silence—or when they read something attentively on the laptop, biting their lips—you look around their room and its sparse decor. Remember, Mhin advocates for practicality, it’s only natural that their books are placed in perfect order on the table and shelves, no posters on the walls (if you don’t count prints from anatomical atlases as ones), and there is a cute cat-shaped lamp on their nightstand, illuminating soft glow. 

⟢ Accepting their offer to walk you home when it gets too late and dark. Hugging them goodbye when you get to your place and watching them till they disappear into the darkness of the winter night. Tomorrow awaits another day and new attempts to get closer to this whimsical lil’ fella, who is seemingly the only one worth knowing in the asylum you have to call your college. 

[sirjaketkiszka]

Jake Kiszka One Shot: Lake Day

A lake day turned steamy.

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Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,263

Warnings: 18+!!, sexual content, cursing, masturbation, kissing, dirty talk, shower sex, oral m!receiving, unprotected sex, the pet name “baby,” multiple orgasms, cream pie, and, of course, mediocre writing.

Disclaimer: Apologies for any potential spelling errors or grammar mistakes.

a/n: While doing a deep dive through my documents, I actually realized that this particular one shot is not the one that started Silver Springs, it was actually another unreleased one. However, I don’t plan on releasing that one any time soon, at least not until Silver Springs is finished. Anywho, enjoy!!

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The sound of splashing, yelling, and laughter disappears behind me as I ascend the steps of the rented lake house, entering the home through its back door. Josh’s parents, Kelly and Karen, thought it’d be a fun idea to rent out a lakehouse for us to kick off the summer, and they were right. Even better for them, they get the Kiszka house all to themselves for a few days. It works out for everyone.

Josh invited me to come with the group; the group being himself, Jake, Sam, and Danny. Of course, I couldn’t say no to him. The four boys are still enjoying their time in the lake, but I immediately called it quits once they started playing chicken– I’d only be a referee, but that doesn’t excuse me from potentially being toppled over by one of them. 

When I close the backdoor, the sound of their playful arguing is muffled, and a sigh of contentment leaves me when I’m met with temporary silence. As I walk around the decently large house, my limbs feel faintly sore from treading the water for what felt like hours. A small groan exits me on an exhale as I begrudgingly climb the stairs to my bedroom, my footsteps sounding heavy with each firm thud. 

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, I walk down the wide hall to my bedroom at the very end of it, an exhausted slump present in my stature. Crossing the threshold and closing the door behind me, I throw my beach towel directly onto my unmade bed and head for the connecting bathroom to shower. 

Time moves slowly while I grab a change of clothes from my open suitcase lying on the floor, and turn the shower on to administer hot water. I close the bathroom door but don’t bother to lock it, and I plop down on the counter waiting for the water to heat up. The remaining lake water in the hair that cascades down my shoulders sends a shiver up my spine, the summer heat no longer reaching the air-conditioned room to comfort me. 

My still-wet bathing suit clings to my body, intensifying the chills and goosebumps covering my arms and legs. When I stick my hand under the powerful stream of water and decide that I like the temperature, I take my bathing suit off. The wet fabric holds itself to my body, simulating a peeling effect as I pull it off. 

Throwing the wet garments into the corner of the bathroom, I carefully step into the shower and under the hot downpour. A satisfied groan pushes past my lips and echoes off the corners of the small bathroom when I feel the water descend down my body. The previous uncomfortable feeling of being cold disappears within an instant, my eyes closing in comfort as I turn away from the stream and tilt my head back under it. 

I race through my shower routine, most of it being muscle memory by now, and allow myself to enjoy some alone time, away from the guys. Using my hands to lather soap along my curves, I let my mind wander. My eyes still closed, I think about my day; waking up to the sound of the Kiszka siblings arguing in the kitchen, Josh and I fixing lunch for everyone by the lake, swimming in the lake– Jake shirtless. 

Oh, shirtless Jake. Josh, Sam, Danny, and I had already raced into the lake, water splashing violently as Sam desperately tried not to be the rotten egg– he was, as always. Jake took his time coming outside with us, of course, being too cool to participate in our child-like antics. His words, not mine, even though he and Sam initiated the game of chicken. 

He strutted to the edge of the lake where tiny waves flicked and licked at the gravel beneath his feet. Wearing black swim trunks that rest at his mid-thigh, he roughly grabbed the bottom hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Doing my best to divert my eyes, they still scanned over his physique. 

The waistband of his swim trunks hugged his hips perfectly, the faint outline of his v-line disappearing underneath the fabric. My eyes quickly scanned over the decently sized bulge in his shorts, my face heating at my observation. Just like his v-line, his abs were soft, and the curve of his waist was hardly noticeable. If it were possible, I felt my pupils grow three sizes bigger, and my mouth went dry at the sight of him. Like he could sense my gawking, his eyes met mine with a smug smirk plastered on his face. 

My cheeks embarrassingly carried a pink tint as I turned completely around while Jake walked deeper into the water. Walking right past me to his brothers, I took a moment to admire his back. The water beaded on his shoulder blades and upper back, emphasizing his smooth, tan skin. The tips of his long hair danced and floated beautifully in the water as he sunk further down, letting the gentle waves consume him up to his neck. 

When he stood back up, the water rushed down his body, producing a waterfall effect. Making sure no one was experiencing my staring problem, my eyes followed the flow of water down his body to his butt. Oh, my God. Of course, I knew he had a nice ass, but the wet swim trunks accentuated it. My eyes widened slightly and I shook my head to push away the unwanted, but actually wanted, and very welcome thoughts. 

A quiet sigh exits my lungs when I think back on Jake in the water, my hands wandering down my curves in the warm shower. Hesitantly, I allow my hands to explore the hills of my breasts, making my eyes remain closed and my head tilt back when my fingers rub over my firm nipples. 

Keeping one hand to attend to my breasts, the other travels down my stomach at a slow speed. My abdomen flinches when my fingers brush over my skin, the touch eventually reaching my lower belly, then stopping at my core. 

Flashes of Jake being shirtless plague my mind; his softly toned stomach, the way the muscles in his arms flex when he moves, his broad shoulders, and his sun-kissed skin. Slowly, I run my fingers along my slit, spreading them a bit to rub between my folds. I gasp out a quiet moan at the feeling, my lips remaining slightly parted as I continue my pace. 

Thoughts of Jake run through my mind, his name dancing on the tip of my tongue as I circle my aching clit. My knees grow weak, my other hand still firmly grasping at my breasts and occasionally pinching the stiff peaks. 

“J-” His name threatens to leave my mouth, the word so tempting to hear out loud. 

“Am I interrupting something?” A sultry, smug voice pulls me from my thoughts. 

“Jake!” I yell breathlessly, my hands immediately ripping themselves off my body. My eyes shoot open, and through the steamed glass of the shower door, Jake’s silhouette stands in my bathroom. I open the shower door, my hands doing their best to cover my breasts and soaking cunt, and I poke my head out of the shower, “What the fuck are you doing in here?!” I look around frantically. 

“Don’t stop on my account,” He smirks, his eyes traveling down my wet body. He’s leaning against the counter, his hands braced on the edge on either side of him. His hair is decently damp, and his swim trunks are snug against his thighs and growing bulge. And of course, he’s shirtless. My eyes linger on his appearance for a split second before I remember the situation at hand. 

“Jake, are you trying to get caught?” I whisper-yell, my teeth baring at him for his recklessness. My face heats up from absolute embarrassment and my hands continue to desperately grasp at my body to cover up. 

“Relax, sweetheart,” He smiles, still looking at my body, but his eyes stop when he sees my hand cupping my pussy. His eyes become dark, his smile slowly fading and his eyebrows furrowing, “Keep going.” He orders, nudging his head toward my lower half. 

“What?” I frown, my eyes traveling to my hand between my legs. Despite the ridiculous position I’m in, my core clenches at his suggestion, my fingers itching to continue my previous actions. Slightly shaking my head to push away any provocative thoughts, I look at his concentrated face again and continue questioning him, “Why are you in here?” I ask again.

“Couldn’t get you out of my head,” Answering truthfully, he rakes his eyes over my body once more and eventually lands on my piercing glare. “How good you looked in your bikini,” He steps away from the counter and closer to me, “The way you looked getting out of the water,” He continues getting closer and my breath hitches, “The water running down your curves,” Cocking a brow, he looks me up and down, “Much like now.” 

“Jake–” I try to say something, but his words are clouding my thoughts. 

“Do you want this?” He asks, silently signaling between the two of us.

“We said we wouldn’t,” I sigh, my eyes drifting to the ground, “not again.”

“But do you want this?” He pushes, his feet planted half a foot away from me.

“Yes,” I let out in a barely audible whisper. 

The tension in his shoulders dissipates, and his handsome smirk returns. His ease prompts me to remove my hands from my body, allowing myself to be presented to him. His lips part slightly and his pupils expand nearly to the edge of his deep brown irises. My eyes drift down to his shorts, the fabric straining against his erection, and I swallow hard at the sight.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” He says lowly, closing the distance between us and placing his hands on either side of my face. Planting his soft lips on mine, my eyes flutter close and I hum at his slow, but thorough pace. My hands find their way to his bare waist, my fingers gently sinking into his hot skin. 

He steps forward, the kiss unbreaking, making me step back into the shower and underneath the water flow. We continue stepping further into the shower until I’m pushed against the tile wall, the water cascading down Jake’s back. Our kiss grows hungry, my hands grasping at his waist to pull him closer to me. 

The feeling of Jake’s erection on my lower belly causes me to moan, and he breaks the kiss. Resting his forehead on mine and removing his hands from my face, we quietly pant while locking eyes. His hands come up to settle on the tile wall behind me, his arms caging me in. “Touch yourself,” He lets out in a breath, “Play with your pussy.” 

“O-okay,” I say uncertainly, removing one of my hands from his waist and running it down my lower belly to my cunt. My chest rises when I suck in a soft gasp, my fingers finding my swollen clit immediately. I begin rubbing slow circles around the bundle of nerves, my mouth falling open to let out whispered sighs. 

“That’s it, baby,” He praises, his eyes drifting down to the hand between my legs as he keeps his gaze locked. Small whines exit my throat, disappearing from the sound of the running water, “Were you thinking about me?” Jake asks, his eyes on mine again.

“Yes,” I whisper, a little embarrassed.

“Good,” He smirks and his eyes return to my cunt. The pace of my fingers quickens on my clit and I can feel the familiar sensation of heat pooling in my belly. Needing to feel him, my other hand leaves his waist and hooks into the waistband of his swim shorts, but one of his hands leaves the walls and grabs my wrist, “Not right now.” 

“Why not?” I ask breathlessly, my chest rising and falling rapidly at my relentless pace.

“I need to watch you come first,” He clarifies with lust lacing his husky voice. Still gripping my wrist, he brings it up to the side of my head, pinning it against the rough wall. My knees grow weak as I stop the circles on my clit and push two fingers into my soaking entrance. “That’s right, baby, show me how you touch yourself when you think of me.” His words send a rush of pleasure down my spine and I moan in response. 

“What if they hear me?” I whine, growing worried that if Jake was inside the house, then the others must be too. Regardless, my fingers pump in and out of me at a consistent pace.

“It’s okay,” He soothes, giving me a reassuring hold on my wrist, “They’re still outside.” Relief washes over me at his statement, and I curl my fingers slightly to brush against my G-spot. The spongey flesh sends waves of tingles throughout my entire body, my legs beginning to shake with my nearing orgasm. 

When my moans grow louder and needier, he pulls his head away from my forehead to get a better look. My body writhes against the cold tile, my stomach clenching with each pass of my fingers, and my chest heaving. His gaze is fixed on my pumping hand, and his breathing noticeably changes.

“I’m gonna come,” I choke out between heavy breaths, my restricted hand trying to hold onto anything. Noticing my effort, he readjusts his hand so our fingers are interlocked, but he still holds mine against the wall. His eyes travel back up to mine and he scans my face, his eyebrows scrunching in anticipation. 

“Come on, baby,” He encourages me, his eyes watching my face contort, “Come on your fingers.” 

“Oh, god!” I cry out, my fingers speeding up even more as my orgasm reaches its peak and falls over the edge. My walls frantically flutter around my fingers, and a rush of cum drenches them. Coming off of the wall, my back arches as my hips grind against my hand, and I keep my eyes on Jake. My jaw falls slack to make way for the strained moans and heavy pants to push past my lips. Jake’s face expresses a different kind of pleasure, his eyes dark and lips slightly parted. His wet hair clings to his face, framing his focused expression as I ride out the rest of my orgasm. 

“So fucking pretty,” He whispers, planting a kiss on my forehead and my temple. A whimper escapes me when I pull my fingers out of me, and Jake uses his other hand to grab my now-free hand. He doesn’t say a word as he brings my hand to his lips, parting them further to allow my cum-soaked fingers to invade his mouth. He hums at the taste, his eyes locked on mine as I let out a tiny gasp at the feeling of his tongue caressing my fingers. “So good,” He mutters when he removes my fingers, placing tender kisses along the inside of my wrist. 

I can’t help but watch in awe while he’s doing this, causing my thighs to absentmindedly rub together. His eyes flick down to my legs, his smirk returning when he realizes I’m ready for him. Releasing both of my hands, he undoes the string to his swim trunks and hooks his thumbs into the waistband, stretching it before pulling them down. My mouth waters when his shaft appears first, and eventually his entire erection springs free from the confines of his shorts. 

My hands fidget at my sides, waiting for any instruction of some sort. He allows his shorts to fall to his feet, nudging them to be right in front of him, “Get on your knees,” He orders, and the request takes me by surprise, “Do it.” He demands.

Nodding, I push myself off of the wall and slowly sink to my knees, our gazes holding strong eye contact. His eyes become hooded when I’m fully seated on the back of my heels, my knees pressing into his discarded swim shorts, and my face level with his cock. Nervous, one of my hands comes up to grab his shaft, and the action causes his hips to jerk a bit. Slowly, I begin stroking his cock, watching his face in the process. 

His eyebrows furrow at the sensation, his bottom lip catching between his perfect teeth. When he seems to like it, I speed up a little and make my hold on him more firm. My thumb occasionally swipes his sensitive tip, spreading the leaking precum around the surface, and making small grunts leave his lips. Growing confident, I lean forward and swipe my tongue along the bottom of his shaft, making sure to swirl it around his tip, 

“Oh, fuck,” Jake whines from above me. One of his hands comes up to brace himself against the shower wall while the other rests on the back of my head. Flashing him a devious smile, I lick him again, and I notice the flex in his thighs when I do. I do this a couple more times before giving in and pushing his tip into my mouth. Sucking lightly, my tongue runs along the small slit, earning a groan from Jake, “That’s it, baby, suck my cock.”

His words send a rush of heat to my aching core, and I push myself further onto his cock. Stopping when I feel his tip brush against the back of my throat, I pull away just enough and push him back in. He runs his fingers through my wet hair, pushing away any strands plastered on my face. A string of whines, grunts, and groans push past Jake’s plump lips, and I watch as his face contorts to reflect his pleasure. 

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” He strains. I attempt to quicken my pace, desperate to make him finish inside my mouth, but he gently grips my hair at the roots and pulls me off of him. Confused, I open my mouth to say something, but he cuts me off, “I need to fuck you again,” He declares, “Stand up.” 

Without skipping a beat, I lift myself and stand in front of him, awaiting instruction.

“Come here,” He says, grabbing at my waist to rotate me and push me against the glass wall next to the shower door. My hands land on the steamy glass, the condensation beading and dripping beneath my touch. Through the fogged glass, I can see our silhouettes from the bathroom mirror parallel to the shower. Jake moves behind me and his forearm comes up to press against my shoulder blades, “Spread your legs.” He orders.

Doing as he says, I shuffle my feet further apart and arch my back slightly, my breasts pushing against the cold glass. I turn my head and let the side of my face rest against the glass as well, and I watch Jake from the corner of my eye. The stream of water is hitting his side, but he doesn’t seem to mind because his attention is fully on my anxious core. 

His free hand curls around his erection, pumping quickly as he runs the tip of his cock along my wet folds. I let out a breathy moan at the feeling, anticipation bubbling in my gut. After a couple of passes through my slit, the head of his cock nudges at my entrance, causing my knees to lock. 

Slowly, he moves his hips forward, his hard length entering me at an antagonizing rate. We both hold our breath as he does this, his arm still digging into my upper back, and the other hand coming up to grab my hip. When he’s fully inside of me, we let out satisfied, relieved groans. Staying still for a moment, my pussy walls pulse around him involuntarily, pulling a breathless chuckle from him. 

Finally releasing the hold against my back, he grips my other hip before beginning to pull back, only to push back in. With every slow pass, my walls relax, allowing him to thrust into me with ease. His hold on my hips tightens when he picks up the speed, making consistent grunts push past his clenched teeth. My moans mimic his grunts, our voices alternating with each pump. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Jake groans from behind me, his pace remaining steady, “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” He confesses.

“Me either,” I moan, my eyes fluttering close.

“All day,” He continues, “I imagine how you look when you come, and how we said we’d never do this again.” The pace becomes faster, prompting me to push my hips back against him for support.

“Jake,” I whine his name.

“God, I love hearing you say my name,” He growls lowly, “Say it again– tell me how good I fuck you.” 

“You fuck me so well, Jake,” I cry out, my legs growing weak from his relentless pace.

“Tell me this won’t be enough for you either,” He commands, his fingers digging deeply into my soft flesh, “That you can’t stop thinking about me.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I whine, and it’s the truth. For weeks I’ve thought of Jake, the first time we hooked up, and how we said it was a mistake. I was beginning to wonder if he really felt that way, and I’m happy to know he doesn't, “This isn’t enough, Jake, it will never be enough.” I confess, earning a tortured groan from Jake. 

“Good,” He responds. Replacing his previous groans, he lets out heavy breaths that land on my back. My fingers curl against the glass wall, my second orgasm tightening in my core. “You’re mine.” He mutters through bared teeth. 

His words are enough to send my climax to its highest peak and I moan uncontrollably as I’m getting incredibly close. The thrusts alone are not enough to push it over the edge and I grow frustrated, “Please, fuck, I’m so close.” 

As if reading my mind, one of Jake’s hands leaves my hip and reaches around to my clit. His fingers brush rough circles around the swollen bud and my knees begin to shake violently. He pounds harder, and more thoroughly, and it does the job. 

“Oh my God!” I cry loudly and the echoes of my high-pitched whine surround us. The coil in my belly snaps, sending a rush of heat that liquefies down my lower body. My pussy walls rapidly squeeze his cock, my cum coating the surface and dripping down to my inner thighs. His remaining grip on my hip prevents me from squirming against him as he continues fucking me. My second climax washes away quickly and is replaced by the aftershock pulses and overwhelming feeling of overstimulation. 

“Jake, please,” I say, a whimper getting caught in my throat as he continues his pace– as if he could go on for hours.

“Hold on,” He grits out, his voice sounding flustered and frustrated, “God, I can’t get enough, you feel too fucking good.” 

“Jake,” I whine, my legs threatening to close at the overwhelming sensation, “Please,” I beg, wanting him to finish like I did, “Come inside me.” 

“Oh, fuck,” His words come out in a surprised, rush tone and I feel him twitch inside me simultaneously. His pace falters as he finishes; spurts of hot cum coating my spasming walls. With each shot of cum, his thrusts slow down, up until he is completely finished. He lets out a shuttered breath and leans forward, planting soft kisses on my shoulder. I smile at the motion and open my eyes to look back at him. He looks spent with cheeks a bright shade of pink, shiny lips, and eyes mirroring his exhaustion. 

He offers me a crooked smile before hesitantly pulling out of me. We both moan at the feeling, and I immediately feel the rush of our climaxes dripping down my thighs. Turning around, I look at him, unsure of what to do now; all of this is still new to us. He takes one last look at my naked body and bends down to grab his swim trunks, “I should go,” He says a little too harshly, and my face falls a little, “Before anyone comes inside.” He clarifies, catching my reaction. 

“Definitely,” I chuckle, taking a good look at him. His cock is still decently hard, although not completely, and his body is sporting beads of water. His hair is still soaked from the shower’s downpour, and small droplets of water drip from the ends of it. He looks god-like; his tanned chest now rising and falling at a normal rate, and his stomach occasionally flexing. 

He smirks at me for shamelessly checking him out, and laughs softly, shaking his head. I playfully roll my eyes at him and motion for him to get out so I can wash my body… again. Before stepping out of the shower, he places a hand behind my neck and plants a soft kiss on my lips. He barely allows me enough time to reciprocate before he’s out of the shower, shoving his wet shorts back on, and out of the bathroom. 

Ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of my mind, I retrace my steps in my shower routine, being sure to clean the mess between my legs. A mess I quite like having.

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[cosmopolitan-thedrink]

VAMPIRE FIC VAMPIRE FIC!!!

it’s technically CoD Ghost, but it only mentions it a few times and honestly its not very characteristic to him. i just needed a character and didn’t want to use an oc

Tags/Warnings: Vampire x human, blood sucking/feeding, friends to lovers?? maybe?? not technically smut but it certainly feels like it, soft dom x whiney bottom, fem!reader, praise and aftercare

“You know you’re hungry” Simon walks up to me, already baring his neck. I’ve learned a long, long time ago not to resist when it comes to him. I need blood, he wants to give me his, and that’s all we are. Vampire and blood bag. Nothing else. There’s no feelings whatsoever, not when he lets out the tiniest whines at the initial bite, or when he has the sweetest blood i’ve ever tasted, or when he’s just as desperate as i am. It’s purely transactional.

Growling lightly, I smirk and push him onto the nearby couch, straddling him and gently moving his hair out of the way. He gasps softly and immediately moves his hands to my hips, holding me in place.

“God, you always know exactly when I'm hungry. how do you do it?” i purr, playing with his hair more

“You- you have a specific look about you when you’re hungry. You’re paler and more irritable” He says, already a bit breathless

“Is that so?” I unbutton the first button of his shirt, giving me more room to bite. “You pay attention to me often, do you?” i raise an eyebrow and grin

“You make it hard not to” he replies a bit shakily, i just smirk and rub my thumb over his jugular, pressing lightly and giggling at the small whine he lets out.

“You ready? Need anything before I start?” I ask quietly, dragging my nail along his neck, leaving a beautiful pink line. It definitely pays off to have long nails sometimes.

“No. I’m ready.” he says quickly, it’s almost desperate, causing me to chuckle.

“Good” I purr, lowering my head to his neck and feeling his pulse on my lips. God, it drives me insane. I open my mouth and sink my fangs into his neck, just an inch away from the jugular. Close enough to give me a steady flow and make it hurt, but gentle enough to be safe and keep him from squirming too much. While it is fun when he squirms, it’s more efficient if I can keep him still. I smile at the gasp and whine he lets out. It never gets old.

“So good” I murmur against his skin, lapping up the blood seeping from the wound. The second it hits my tongue, I let out a soft moan and squeeze my eyes shut. Prepackaged blood bags are good, but nothing tops the real thing. Fresh blood is so… intoxicating. the warm, coppery flavour and feeling and God, the fucking texture, it makes it hard to stay in control.

His whining and whimpering only increases when i suck directly from the wound. He grabs my thigh and squeezes, digging his nails into the flesh, but I don't mind. I’m biting and drinking his blood, it’s only fair if he scratches me up a bit. Plus, I’d be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.

I keep sucking until the bleeding slows enough, about two minutes. Two minutes of pure bliss. On both ends. As soon as I pull back, I press a piece of gauze to his neck and caress his cheek gently. He lets out a small breath and collapses fully onto the couch. He’s so woozy, barely lucid. God, I love when he gets like this. Delirious and dizzy, head spinning and vision blurring, all because of me. It’s one hell of a drug. He turns his head so slowly towards me with half lidded eyes and parted lips. I grin and finish bandaging his wound.

“You did so good for me” I whisper “Barley even squirmed” he smiles lightly and my heart warms up. He's so adorable when I drink his blood. No. Just friends. I’d even say predator and prey. Prey that wants to get caught because he enjoys being bit, and predator who’s gentle so as not to hurt the prey.

Shaking the thoughts away, I grab a water bottle and press it to his lips.

“Drink. Get your fluids up” I say gently, smiling when he drinks half the bottle without protest. The urge to praise him only grows.

“You feel ok? Dizzy or nauseous at all?”

When he doesn’t respond, just nods softly, i grab his chin and pull him closer to me

“You need to answer me, Simon. Words.” i say sharply and his eyes flutter open. His pupils are the size of saucers.

“i’m g..good” he whispers shakily and i smile and let go of his chin

“Dizzy? Nauseous?” I raise an eyebrow

“N..no” his voice is barely a whisper, and shaking like hell, but it’s a response

“Good..” I purr, caressing his cheek again.

When I go to stand up, he weakly grabs my arm. Even I can’t deny how warm it makes me feel.

“Yes?” I whisper, my voice admittedly shakier than I intended.

“Stay?” he whispers in that whiny, soft voice that makes my heart twist. I can’t deny him that, not when he used his words so well.

“Yeah. I’ll stay” I say a bit too quickly. The relief on his face is enough to make anyone melt and apparently, vampires are no exception.

“Let me grab you a snack, get some more protein in you” I stand up from his lap and try to ignore the pang in my heart when he whimpers at the loss of contact. Why must he make me… feel?

I return with a few granola bars and sit next to him, still draping my legs over him. He instinctively holds onto them, causing me to shake my head and close my eyes.

“Here. This has some protein and sugar. It should help with the wooziness” I open the granola bar and hold it up to him, nearly squealing at the adorable, tiny bites he takes. The fact that I did this to him. I am able to turn a usually ruthless, merciless soldier into a puddle of bliss and whimpers with just a small bite. I don’t know how much longer I can't deny it.

“You did so good” i purr before i can stop myself, petting his hair gently

“My pretty little blood bag, aren’t you?”

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Little Brother

SORRY SORRY SORRY THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO GO UP LAST NIGHT I JUST FORGOT I'M SO SORRY

hi ur peter and nat fics are everything to me ur so talented and if you ever fancy writing more i would not complain (no pressure ofc!!) – anon

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Word Count: 1504

He's a child, Natasha's brain screams as Spider-Man tries to stand up, shaking and trembling in the cold, he's just a child.

The snow continues to fall. The blood continues to spread, but not as quickly—healing factor, right. She glances around. There's no one else coming to help him, and nothing that could stop her from finishing this now. She can hear the part of her obsessed with survival urging her to do it, just finish it, but the child in front of her is freezing and injured.

"Wait," he cries as she surges forward, wrapping her arms around him, "I can—we can talk about this, can't we?"

"Who protects you?"

"W-what?"

"Who protects you," she demands, "who looks after you?"

"I, uh—"

No one. No one protects this child. No one takes care of him.

She spends about thirty second thinking about this before she realizes Yelena's going to have a field day after the hard time she's given her sister about bringing home strays.

"You're coming with me."

***

Natasha sets the baby spider down in the car, shushing him lightly as she walks around to the other side. The baby spider's eyes are wide, almost pressing himself against the window in an attempt to follow her around the car.

"It's okay," she murmurs as she shuts the door, "I'm right here, I'm not leaving."

In the few minutes since she'd announced she was keeping him, the kid had transformed from the quippy, sarcastic thorn in her side to just a scared child. The switch was jarring and heartbreaking and she grits her jaw, forcing the tension from her shoulders and reaching over. The baby spider clutches as the hand she offers him, drawing it up under his chin like a comfort teddy. Natasha swallows, brushing her thumb against his jaw.

"Are you hungry?"

"Huh?"

"Are you hungry, baby spider," she asks again, "can we get you something to eat?"

The baby spider shakes his head. "'M fine."

"That wasn't what I asked," she says as gently as possible. "do you want some food?"

The kid stares at her, every bit a stray dog too scared to eat. Natasha waits patiently—well, as patiently as she can—for him to slowly nod.

"Yeah? Food sound good? You have any idea of what you want?"

"…I can choose?"

Yelena's young face flashes in her mind. The sudden wonder and fear of being able to choose what they did, what they ate, where they went. Her gut clenches and she squeezes his hand in hers.

"Yeah, baby spider, you can pick."

The kid fidgets, looking at the ground. "Can…can we go to the fast food place near the train station?"

"Good choice. I've been craving fries."

"R-really?"

"Yeah," she says. lightly squeezing his fingers again. "Can I have my hand back for a second? I just need to get the car started."

The baby spider slowly lets go, watching Natasha's hand like it was his favorite toy being taken away. His face is so round, so soft, so young…

Oh, someone's hurt you like that too, have they? Did that happen to you too?

Natasha quickly starts the car and held out her hand again, glancing over with a smile as the kid latches onto it again. She drives slowly, eyes on the road, unable to keep her gaze from flicking over to see him.

He's so small.

Okay, I have a kid now. Another kid now. Shit, I don't know how to raise a kid that isn't Yelena. What if he expects me to explain how to get a real job? I don't fucking know how to be a real adult that isn't lying about everything.

A darker voice whispers how this child might expect an adult to behave and she scowls.

Nope. Fuck it. I'm not fucking up this kid. We're doing the sappy shit first and adulting shit later.

She was definitely going to have to call the therapist she'd used to help Yelena get to sleep again.

They pull into the drive-through, glancing at the menu. She looks over to ask what the baby spider wants only to see his eyes so wide the whites are visible.

"…see something you've always wanted to try?"

"The number 6," the baby spider rattles off, "with a large Sprite and an extra fry."

His eyes widen even more, as if suddenly aware of what he just said, only for Natasha to laugh.

"That sound good, baby spider." They pull up to the speaker. "Two number 6's with large Sprites and two extra fries."

Other great thing about fast food places apart from letting the baby spider be a goddamned kid for once: dirt cheap but really fucking good.

"So," she asks as she sets the food beneath the kid's seat, "where's your favorite place to hang out?"

"Hang out?"

"Yeah, just to sit or something when you're out and about."

"Um…"

The baby spider squirms in the car seat. His hands bundle up in his lap, eyes beginning to glaze over.

"Or," Natasha says quickly, "I can take you to my favorite spot and we can eat there?"

The kid nods quickly. She smiles and nods to the food.

"If you're hungry, go ahead. I don't mind."

"But shouldn't I wait for you?"

"Good point." She reaches over and grabs a fry. "There. Go nuts, baby spider."

She pulls away, trying to keep her eyes on the road to give the kid privacy, unable to stop herself from stealing little peeks over to see if he was actually eating. It takes far too long for the baby spider to follow in her example and take a fry, but the pleased look on his face makes up for it.

They come to a stop near the lookout tower at the top of the hillside. Beneath them, the gravel crunches under the tires as the car shifts into park. The kid glances around.

"Are we allowed to be here?"

Natasha looks over and winks. "I won't tell if you won't."

She grabs one of the drinks and a bag of food, getting out of the car and heading for one of the large flat rocks.

"C'mon, baby spider. Let's get some food in you."

She hears a gasp behind her and hides a smile. The city sprawls out beneath them, glittering lights as far as the eye could see. Reds, yellows, blues, and all sorts of colors in between flash by underneath the sky, a bright moon hanging suspended in the inky blackness.

She remembers her first time up here too, her and Yelena…

"Come sit. View isn't going anywhere."

They each peel back paper wrappers and stuff themselves with greasy food, hunting around for the few napkins that had been tossed haphazardly aside. The night air fills with obnoxious slurping as they drain their drinks and ball up the trash.

"Is this your favorite spot?"

"Sure is." Natasha leans back on her hands. "Not a better view in the city."

"I don't know," the baby spider says quietly, "I think the view from the top of WJYOP Tower's pretty sweet."

She glances over and ruffles the kid's hair. "Guess you're gonna have to show me sometime."

The kid's face falls and he fidgets with a stray napkin. "Why're you being nice to me?"

Natasha lets out a long breath. "Because someone's gotta be, baby spider, and whoever's responsible for hurting you like that clearly isn't."

"Hurting me like what?"

"Not taking care of you. Letting you go out by yourself and get into fights you can't handle. Leaving you on your own."

The baby spider is quiet. Natasha moves closer.

"I mean what I said, baby spider. You can come with me. I'll keep you safe if you want."

"…you will?"

"Yeah, baby spider." She opens her arms and after a moment, a little kid snuggles up to her side. "There…you okay? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No." The kid absentmindedly nuzzles her shoulder. "You're warm."

"I'm a lot bigger than you, baby spider. I generate more body heat." And I was genetically engineered to do that too, but we're not going to get to that just yet.

"Mm." She chuckles as he burrows into her. "Give some to me, 'm cold."

"And sleepy," she remarks as a yawn almost splits his head in two, "c'mon, baby spider, let's get to you to a bed."

She scoops the kid into her arms, carrying him back to the car.

***

"Natasha."

"Yelena."

"What is that?"

"A smoothie?"

"Did you get us a baby brother without asking me?"

"Yes."

"How could you do such a thing?"

Peter shifts in his sleep, letting out a quiet noise and stretching like a cat before he resettles. The two former assassins watch him, spellbound.

"You're forgiven."

"I figured."

[sporkjoints]

finished a book today and knocked out a novella this evening!! feeling good

oh, and the novella is free to read:

Avi Cantor Has Six Months to Live by Sacha Lamb

major cw for suicidal ideation but i enjoyed it :)

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 61-64)

* I-I don't think we were talking about the same thing...

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[anewp0tat0]

I tried but not very hard to see what the anniversary date was, and i decided to just prepare myself for the 16th or the 18th... it was the former. so, as always, but this time truly by accident... happy belated 17th birthday Black Butler!! I truly hope this year is amazing for us.

this year, I decided to use an idea I had wanted to try for a while but I never thought I would be able to pull off. and I still probably couldn't in the best way.... but regardless, here is a made up last chapter scenario.

you can also see this comic on webtoon here. whatever your fancy, if you please :>

[leapdayowo]

Ftfo: Chapter 5

A version with and without line art and extra details :3

so far I’m on chapter 10 with my reread of ftfo :3

[delicourse]

most wonderful girl named mold

[swearingcactus]

ever since i heard this audio i always thought it'd fit rogue and lil v so here's to all the mom rogue enjoyers. a sequel of sorts to [this post]