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Would it... would it be too much to name my dog fuffy?

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A Weekend In Paradise (Summer of Sin Bonus Chapter)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: A couples' weekend vacation with Y/N, her fake boyfriend, her mom, and her real boyfriend, who also happens to be her mom's boyfriend... What could possibly be more relaxing? Category: MATURE (18+) Content: Strong language, cheating, female masturbation, kinda non-con (previously mentioned masturbation is happening while an unaware party is asleep in the same bed), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, omorashi/piss kink, daddy kink, "little girl" nickname, car sex, grinding, brief handjob, praise, biting/marking. (This one is pure fucking filth, y'all, buckle UP LMAO) Word Count: 7k

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NOTE: I know summer is literally over and we're all in autumn mode, but better late than never, right? ANYWAY, it's been an absolute pleasure re-reading this series and finishing it out with more shenanigans. These two and their messy asses are always so much fun to write, and I think about them all the time. In the timeline, this chapter takes place between parts 2 and 3 of “Your Favorite” if you want to put it in sequence with the other parts :) Have fun, and thank you for being patient with me. I hope this was worth the wait!

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FRIDAY

The only thing warmer than the blazing sun above me, the only thing that could burn me to the greatest extent until I was nothing but a pile of ash, is the way Spencer is staring at me right now.

Mom is reading a book quietly, laying her legs over his lap as they lounge on the loveseat, and Andrew is with me on the patio, rubbing sunscreen on my limbs. Even though we're far enough apart so no one can hear any conversation from the other party, the unspoken jealousy radiating from both Spencer and I is loud enough to drown out an entire concert venue.

Maybe it's cruel, and I'll probably catch shit for it later, but I can't stop smiling. It's easy for me to imagine that it's his hands gliding over my skin while I'm staring directly at him, and he's returning said stare with so much intensity that it might as well be magically willing my bathing suit to come off. Andrew's deft fingers tease the thin string at the edge of my hip and I laugh, playfully reaching back to swat at his hand.

"They're right inside, you know..."

He gets up to look, but still feeling Spencer's red-hot gaze, I quickly turn Andrew around and kiss him deeply, cradling his face in my hands and pressing into him with a laugh.

He pulls away just enough to speak. "Well, then let's go somewhere they aren't..."

"Mmm... Might be too obvious. He's smart, he'll know something's up if we're quick to run off."

"If you're quick to run off, you mean..."

I raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I'm just an innocent bystander..." Andrew leans in and pecks my mouth sweetly, his voice just as gentle when he speaks. "Your only goal this weekend is to taunt him, and he knows it." Another peck. "If you run off with me this easily, you figure he'll be onto our little scheme." And another. "But if you play it right and act all inconvenienced by my... urgency..." Another kiss, this one a bit longer and definitely more sensual. "He might just feel bad enough to make it up to you later."

"You think?"

"I don't actually know. Probably." He reaches for my hands and helps me off the lounge swing, and I feel wobbly. "But what I do know is that you think too much. That man wants you so bad, he's going to find a way to spend time alone with you this weekend, whether we're making out in front of him or not. Just... Loosen up. Have a little fun."

The two of us are attached at the hip as we sneak out of eyesight from the patio screen door, and from Mom and Spencer.

"Loosen up? Do you realize how serious this situation is, Andy? One wrong move and my life is over."

"Look. I'm not judging you, and it's none of my business. But you put yourself in this situation on your own. And I'm happy to help you out, but you have to trust me. Can you do that?"

He's not wrong. I could stop this at any point, and I could've from the start if I wanted to... But I don't want to, and that's just it. I've dug the hole, and if it means getting to spend time alone with Spencer for even the smallest amount of time, I'd gladly lay down and die in it.

So. 'Loosen up and have a little fun' it is.

I take a deep breath and smile up at Andrew, patting him on the shoulder. "Yes. I can do that."

———

"I can't do it."

"Mmmmm, you and I both know that isn't true. You've come much faster under more stressful circumstances. Should be easy for you."

He's not wrong, yet I can't help but frown at Spencer's request anyway. I've been in a shitty mood all day, despite my discussion with Andrew earlier on. It's nearing nightfall, and with hardly any attention from the person I wanted it from, to say I'm now desperate is a severe understatement. There's still some time left until the two of us can properly sneak away, but even so, we have a moment alone and all he wants is to watch me get myself off in the bathroom upstairs while Mom and Andrew set the table out on the porch for a small, late dinner.

"Yeah, but you usually help me with that..."

Spencer only grins at my whining, tilting his head as he stands at the sink with his arms crossed, watching my hand at work. "If you're going to flaunt your boyfriend at me all weekend, then you're going to deal with the consequences."

"You're fucking my mom, Spencer, and you flaunt it at me every fucking day of my life... Cut me some slack."

"Aw. You're grumpy."

"Fuck you."

"You wish, don't you?"

I huff and get up off the edge of the bathtub, flipping my skirt back down and shaking my head. "You know what, forget it. If you wanna be difficult, then you can suck my dick."

"I'm not giving you what you want until I watch you come."

"Whatever."

I breeze past him and shut the door, hoping he'll follow and pull me into a bedroom and just fuck me anyway, but deep down I know he won't. He's a man of his word. It's simultaneously the best and worst thing about him.

The rest of the evening passes by slowly, which only sours my mood even more every time I look at my phone and realize that only a few minutes have passed.

I'd thought at least maybe Spencer would ease up and take the role of "Eve's Loving and Devoted Boyfriend" to the bare minimum, however that's promptly not the case. I don't know if he's doing it to piss me off and get me to cave, or if he's just over my bullshit and being his genuine, caring self to the woman he's in a relationship with... Either way, I practically feel my insides boiling over and my face burning red. I'm jealous, I'm grumpy as he so eloquently put it, and I'm so sexually frustrated that I'm seriously considering just running off to my bedroom and pulling out a vibrator, Spencer be damned. Fuck his rules, fuck his 'consequences', and fuck this whole damned weekend straight to hell.

My eyes wander to the lounge swing where Spencer and Mom are almost falling asleep, her head resting on his shoulder, and an inordinately evil image etches itself into my brain. Evil might sound harsh, but it's truly the only accurate word I could use to describe the feeling as it runs its course through my bloodstream. And when the breeze picks up and cools me off, within a mere second I realize just how insane I'd be for even entertaining it.

Even as our two groups say our goodbyes for the night, and I recount the day's failure to Andrew just before he falls asleep, I'm still going back and forth.

Loosen up. Have a little fun.

The situation at hand is decidedly not fun.

That being said, the possible look on Spencer's face after I'd do what I'm thinking? Taking his rules and throwing them in his face? That sounds fun.

My mind is already made up by the time I reach their door, gently pushing it open and letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, which isn't terribly bad to start with. There is a giant open floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the beach, and subsequently the moonlight reflects off the water and into the bedroom. It's still dark, but not enough to where I can't see where I'm going.

Each soft step I take sends my heart rate higher and higher until I reach my destination at Spencer's side of the bed. Call it what you want, but I figure it's damn lucky that he's facing towards the room and not towards my mom, otherwise waking him up would have been a much more difficult feat.

I brush strands of hair away from his forehead and then tap him gently on the nose. I almost think it won't work, but then he shakes his head and flutters open his eyes, and that's when my heart leaps straight out of my chest.

This just became real.

There's no going back now.

He's shocked to see me standing above him, obviously, and before he can say or do anything, I put a finger to his mouth and imitate a shh with my own.

I wait for his eyesight to adjust and for him to realize what my intentions are, and right before it happens, my finger lifts from his mouth and rests on his bare chest as I balance myself, lifting my right leg to the pillow, right next to his head.

There's a deep, concerned warning in his eyes, but it dissolves the second he glances down to see that under my thin silk nightdress there's no tangible barrier between himself and my slick cunt. Even if the darkness prevents him from getting the best look, it's not a secret what I'm doing. My right hand drapes down as I start to touch myself gently, and fortunately it doesn't take long to start feeling that familiar sharp ache of desire pulsing through my lower half. Spencer's wide eyes and heavy breathing tacked on to the sheer danger I'm putting myself in to do this have made me wet in an instant.

I force myself not to think about the sleeping woman next to him and instead keep my eyes locked with his. It feels almost like a dream, like if I get distracted and lose his gaze then I will be doomed to lose it for good, and no matter how hard I try to remember it when I wake, it will be nothing but a distant feeling. The stakes right now have quite literally never been higher.

Now, there are a lot of things I'm not proud of. Helping my mom's boyfriend cheat on her is probably the biggest offender for obvious reasons. But as I've learned, sometimes those things end up being totally worth it.

Faking an orgasm also happens to be one of those things.

It's risky, I know. Spencer is the smartest person I know. It's not a stretch to believe that he could call my bluff. I also happen to be unfortunately seasoned in the art of faking orgasms (thankfully due to my time seeing men before sleeping with Spencer). The determination I have to get him to fuck me before this first night of our vacation is over is the cherry on top of my evil scheme.

So, I rock my hips into my hand, lock eyes with Spencer, and fake the fuck out of it. And thankfully, faking being quiet in this particular situation is ten times easier than faking being loud. It's a fool-proof plan.

I barely 'finish' before Spencer grabs my wrist and softly sits up in the bed. It's hard to tell what he's thinking, because his face doesn't even twitch. It almost looks like he's angry, but I have a hard time believing he would be. It could also be the concoction of desperation and anxiety coursing through my nervous system making me make that up. Either way, I know I'm going to find out very soon.

Spencer gets out of bed quietly, dragging me behind him. He shuts the bedroom door with barely any sound, and it's impressive considering he'd just woken up a few minutes ago. I suppose though, a man on a mission is a man on a mission no matter how drowsy; The moment we're down the stairs and out the back door to the porch, he's backing me up to the table where we'd eaten dinner, my legs nearly buckling before he lifts me up and sets me down on top of it.

"You're insane," he whispers, closing the gap between us just a millisecond after.

I welcome his kiss and melt into him, snaking my arms over his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his waist. He tilts his head hungrily, deepening the kiss, and I can't help but groan at the inclusion of his tongue.

"Insanely irresistible," I finally counter back when we part for air.

He kisses me again, quickly, adding, "Insanely bratty," and then he reaches down to touch the heat between my legs. I've gone long enough without it that I involuntarily drop my head back with a sigh of relief at his touch, breathing out, "Fuck, I need you..."

I half-expected him to keep bantering with me, but instead he leans forward and latches onto my neck, surely leaving hickeys behind as his fingers work inside me. It feels good, but it's not enough. I need more.

More...

I hadn't even realized I'd been breathlessly chanting the word into the air until Spencer groans and removes himself from me to pull his lounge pants down far enough to free his erection and slide into me with ease. He swallows my moan with his mouth, holding himself inside me and kissing me so deeply I can barely breathe. The cool night air sends a blanket of chills over my limbs, and for a moment in time, it's just me, him, and the ocean crashing beside us.

It's almost like we become a part of it, wave after wave of pleasure and relief passing through us with each harsh crash of water over sand. Skin against skin, tongue over lip and tooth.

We could have been out there for hours, and I wouldn't have known any different. All I know for sure is that it's me and Spencer. Just as it should be.

Even after we both reach our end, we remain still in our embrace, my limbs weak but still wrapped around him. Safe. He strokes the back of my head and kisses me lazily, drawing out every last ounce of happiness from my body and soul until he pulls away finally and I remember where we are. The situation at hand. How horrible I feel at what I'd just done in front of my sleeping mother.

God, you are so fucked up...

"You're right. I'm insane."

Spencer tenses at my words, then sighs. "I'm not any better."

"I don't know how I'm going to get through this," I confess. "I wish it was just me and you. I wish it didn't have to be this way."

"I know, Y/N..."

He doesn't say anything after that, and I don't either. Part of me wants him to reassure me that everything will be okay, but the rational part of me knows deep down that I don't deserve it. Also that it probably wouldn't even work anyway.

I'm too far into this pit of hell for any kind of redemption, and I'm just going to have to deal with it.

Which is why, when Spencer walks me up to my bedroom and gently kisses me goodnight after helping to clean me up, I simply slink away to bed and will myself to sleep, feeling completely numb despite getting exactly what I wanted.

SATURDAY

"Pancakes are done!"

I feel miles better than I did yesterday, maybe because Spencer had padded into my room early this morning to uh... Pay me back for the stunt I pulled last night. I couldn't deny the smile on my face when I woke to his body standing over mine, palming himself through his pants as Andrew slept soundly next to me.

Rather than watch him though, I quietly sat up and lent him a helping hand.

And mouth.

Whatever negativity we'd encountered yesterday had magically vanished, and now I can't help but feel like it's going to be a good day.

It also helps that Andrew made pancakes and bacon.

"These look great, Andy," Mom compliments, sitting down at the head of the table. "Better than mine."

"Nonsense," I tell her. "Yours have confetti sprinkles."

"Yes, but they're always burnt." Spencer kisses the side of her head as he stands behind her, but his eyes are on me, an evil grin on his lips. "No offense, Dear."

I want to strangle him.

"Not all of us can be masters of the frying pan... But I try."

"You do great, Mom, don't listen to him. He may know everything, but he doesn't know everything."

He feigns hurt, putting a hand over his heart and pouting, and I can't help but smile. Mom does, too, and for a moment, it feels like we can all get along without complicated feelings and desires putting a damper on our weekend.

Andrew fixes up his plate last, and when he sits down next to me, his hand finds mine under the table, tapping my palm twice—our signal for "everything good?"

I tap his back, a confirmation that for right now, I'm okay.

Breakfast is enjoyable, and I don't know what the day will bring, but I don't have any panic or dread settling in my bones, and Spencer and I aren't staring daggers into the back of each others' heads, so until that point arises again I decide to stuff my mouth with food and just revel in the calm.

Mom perks up as we're finishing the last few bites of our plates. "There's a big flea market a few towns over today, I thought we could go check it out after breakfast. It's supposed to be a nice half-hour drive along the coast, and they've got live music and tons of food."

"Mmm, sounds great, Mom," I say through a bite of food, swallowing it before continuing. "Maybe on the way back we can stop somewhere and get stuff to finish the patio."

Grandma's beach house is nice, but it's old, which means the patio screens are littered with holes and other wear and tear. Part of the reason we'd decided to come here was to make it look nice and figure out what repairs need to be done before we help her sell it, and that patio needs... Well, it needs a little more than some new screen-doors, but that was the start.

Spencer nudges my foot under the table and speaks up. "I don't do so well in the car after I eat, so I can actually stay back and start working on getting the porch cleared out and take measurements for what you need if you want to go ahead without me."

"Oh, are you sure, Honey?" Mom grabs his hand. "We can wait a little to go if you want."

"Really, it's okay. It's a beautiful morning, you should take advantage of it. I'll take the other car and meet you there in an hour or two."

"Well, okay, if you're sure. I just feel bad leaving you behind..."

He nudges me under the table again.

"I can stay and help," I offer then, suddenly feeling my chest warm up from the inside at the opportunity. Then it's my turn to do the nudging. I tap Andrew's hand under the table and look at him. "I mean, you don't mind hanging out with my mom for a bit, do you?"

I'm so glad he's quick at catching on. And I will love him forever for what he's doing for me. I make a mental note to send him gift baskets for life when he nods and gives my mom his best smile. "I don't mind at all."

I turn to Mom. "Yeah, I'll call you when we've got everything handled and then Spencer and I can just meet you guys down there." I turn to him then, hoping to make it seem more like a natural development of a last-second plan rather than an evil scheme. "If you want the company, that is. I didn't mean to intrude or anything."

He smiles. "I don't mind the help at all, but it's totally up to you and your mom."

Mom practically fawns over her boyfriend and grabs his hand with a lovesick pout, which makes me feel really bad for what we're probably about to do the second she leaves. "No, I think it'll be good for you two to spend some time together. It makes me happy to see my two favorite people getting along."

"Then it's a perfect plan for me," Spencer beams at her, kissing the back of her hand.

———

We wait until we can't see the car anymore, until it's so far in the distance that we're positive we won't be seen. Spencer wants to wait longer in case Mom decides she forgot something and needs to come back, but I know that Andrew will text me if anything happens. Spencer is right here next to me, his hand steady on my lower back as he guides me through the house.

We're alone, not doing anything yet, and it feels like torture.

So on the way to the bedroom, I squeeze his hand and depart, hoping to kill some time—to ease his mind as well as my anxiety.

"I'm gonna pee quick and then you can have your way with me, yeah?"

Spencer reaches out for my hand again, pulling me to him and not letting me go, a glint of something mischievous in his eye. It shocks and excites me simultaneously. "But I want my way with you now."

His lips are on mine, and he's backing me into the wall, picture frames gently rattling in the hallway once my back is flush to the drywall. I melt into him with a laugh.

"We have time," I tell him between kisses, trying to get away. "I'll be quick, I promise."

"No," he grunts, kissing me again, deep and earnest.

I whine at the excitement that burns in the pit of my stomach, but I also do really have to pee. "Spencer, please."

"Hold it," he demands through gritted teeth, kissing my neck and then slotting his knee between my legs.

I clench instinctively, and I can't help but test the waters. "Or what?"

"Or I can tell your mother what a bad girl you were today. So unhelpful, wasting my time and giving me back-talk. She'll be so disappointed in you."

"Wow, Spence. Threatening me with my mother, how kind of you," I retort, even though his words are undoing me. I grind down on his leg and feel my bladder pulse with need. My teeth grit when he bites down on my shoulder.

"I'm a kind man."

"Kinda mean, maybe," I whimper.

"Not really. All you have to do is hold it, pretty girl. That's all I ask."

His knee lifts higher and I moan to the air. "Fuck. Spencer, I don't think I can."

"You will."

I have a brief moment of reprieve when he drops his leg, but it doesn't last long because he brings his hand down in its place, deft fingers slipping under the band of my shorts and toying with my clit.

"That's not fair," I sigh, weaving my fingers through his hair.

He smiles, nipping at my jaw. "Aw, poor thing."

His fingers are relentless, rotating between flicking at my clit and plunging into me and spreading me apart, and it's making it extremely difficult to do what he's asking. I feel an orgasm building rather quickly, but I can't quite tell if that's just because I'm so turned on, if it's my bladder, or both. My thighs are trembling and the pressure is getting tighter.

"Fuck, I— I can't... I'm g—onna..."

The orgasm rips through me beautifully, a brand new feeling that I have to sort-of subside to keep from completely letting go all over his hand, but I can't help it. My hips cant back and forth, and I feel my shorts warm a little as I come down, and suddenly I clench my legs together, whimpering and stopping myself from continuing. The pressure hasn't let up at all, and now it's even harder to hold back.

"I'm sorry... I'm... I'm still trying."

Spencer captures my mouth in a tender, teasing kiss as he coos, "I know... You're trying so hard." His fingers glide through me softly, and then they're gone and taking my bottoms with them. The fabric falls to the floor, and soon his pants are gone, too.

"Can you hold it a little longer, sweetheart?"

"I can try," I sigh out in one quick breath, looking down and already feeling overwhelmed at the sight of his erection.

I'm not going to last long.

Spencer turns me around and bends me at the waist, using one hand to wrap around me and rub my clit as the other guides himself into me from behind.

I yelp, then groan as he fucks me hard.

My face is pressed flat against the wall, and I try to focus on that feeling instead of this new angle and all the pressure it's putting on me. I'm clenching so hard, and Spencer is loving every second.

"God I love how tight you are, trying to be good for me..."

I want to tell him to stop talking, because his words always push me over the edge, but I have to focus so hard on nothing but this goddamn wall in front of me to keep from making a mess. And with each searing thrust he throws my way, that just becomes harder and harder.

He shifts a little and hits a particularly good spot, making me yell again as I relax and start to lose control— but only for a second. I still want to try, so I clench again and whine as I feel the warm liquid roll down my leg and the beautiful burn I'm feeling.

Spencer groans and goes harder then. He wants me to break, and honestly, it might not be long until I do.

"I know you want to, little girl," he tempts, sliding his hand up to press on my bladder. "Am I making it harder for you? Huh?"

If I could punch him, I would, but I'm afraid all I can do is beg him for release, the pressure almost too much. But because I still like to make things difficult and I'm not completely fucked dumb yet, I decide to add some flare.

"Please, Daddy, can I let go?" I whine, and he pauses with one of his own. I feel his hand slide off my stomach and weave through the roots of my hair instead, pulling me up to meet him.

He whispers hotly in my ear, "If you want to act like a greedy little slut, then by all means. Go right ahead..."

It's hard to tell what his intentions are after we move on from this position, but right now, I don't really care. Because no matter what consequences come with it, it's still permission all the same, and I'm not going to last much longer anyway.

"But I'm not going to keep fucking you through it. That's on you."

There it is.

So, what?

He stays inside me, hard and pulsing with need anyway, so I rock myself back and forth on him and reach down to rub my clit as I bring myself to the edge again. I keep trying to hold it until I'm ready to orgasm, and thankfully that doesn't seem to take very long.

Within seconds, I'm coming. I feel it all with a shout, letting my body tense and release, and Spencer grabs my hips to keep me from falling over. His blunt nails digging into my skin only add to the insane pleasure that courses through my body, and then the dam breaks not long after.

I let go in small spurts, still trying to have some control over how I do this, because I still want to drive him mad. So I turn my head and try to look at him, throwing his words in his face.

"I know you want to fuck me through it, Daddy... I'm still trying to hold it for you, so you can. Please..."

"Fuck," he hisses, giving up and pushing me to the wall again. He snaps his hips back and then forward, and it takes all I am not to scream at how good it feels.

This time I really let it all go, allowing myself to relax and revel in all the sensations coursing through me. Just like I wanted, Spencer fucks me through every second of it, until I have nothing else to give but mindless whimpers of over-stimulation and gratitude.

I don't even realize I'm coming again until my body jolts with the sensation, and then Spencer follows, running his hands along the backside of my body anywhere he can reach as he does.

Once we're both tired enough, he pulls out and gently turns me around to face him. I almost whine at the loss of his warmth, but he's pressing me to the wall again and kissing me before I can protest.

I don't know how long we stand there and make out, but eventually I shiver, feeling cold and... dirty. Don't get me wrong, I definitely don't regret it, because it was hot as fuck, but... Now? In this moment, after the fact?

I pull away from him and sigh. "You should have just let me go to the bathroom. Now we gotta clean this up."

Spencer ponders for a moment, looking down between us and then back up at me before shrugging with a shit-eating grin.

"I told you to hold it. Maybe you should work on listening to me."

I punch him in the arm, and he laughs.

"In your dreams, old man."

———

Evening comes in the blink of an eye, and I swear it's the happiest I've ever been. Sneaking out of the house like a teenager in love with someone she knows is fundamentally wrong for her is probably the most accurate way to describe what's happening, though Spencer is only wrong for me in a completely different way.

All the same, no matter the reason, he makes it hard to remember why.

It feels so good—so deliciously right—after all.

And how couldn't it; I'm absolutely elated, heart beating wildly as I race down the highway with the windows all the way down. Spencer squeezes my hand, trying to let loose, but I can tell he's utterly terrified by my speed. It makes me laugh.

When I finally pull over into a small clearing some miles down a random side-road and put the car in park, he sighs. "Where are we?"

"Dunno. But it's secluded. Moonlit. Romantic."

Each word that escapes me is punctuated with a kiss on each of his fingers.

"It's... Unsettling."

I can't help but laugh again, unbuckling my seatbelt and climbing over to his lap. He shifts uncomfortably but helps me straddle him anyway, rolling the seat back as far as it can go as I tease him with neck kisses.

"Are you afraid of the dark, old man?"

He groans my name in warning when my teeth bite down on his shoulder. I know I can't mark him. It upsets me greatly, but I have to at least give myself a little taste.

So, when his hands tighten around my waist, I whine and settle for his lips. I kiss him eagerly, and by the way he's responding, any qualms about being in this "unsettling" location seem to have vanished. His hands roam my body reverently and eventually help guide my hips as they rock into him with desperate conviction.

I welcome his tongue with my own and thread my fingers through his hair, already feeling the heat of the summer air cling to my body as the air conditioning dissipates. The windows are already starting to fog.

Spencer notices my urgency and breaks apart with a hum of amusement. "What's the matter?"

"I want out of these damn clothes."

"Well, why didn't you just say so?"

I don't even have the energy to tease him back. He's giving me what I want with no obstacles other than the fabric between us, and I couldn't have asked for anything more.

It's a little difficult in such a cramped space, but eventually I am completely bare in front of him, save for my underwear. I've removed Spencer's shirt, but his slacks are still on, and I'm in the process of helping him out of them when he laughs again.

"What?" I ask, eyebrow raised.

"Nothing... I'm just surprised you even wore any underwear to begin with. Surely you knew what was going to happen tonight..."

I roll my eyes, but my smile never wavers. "Do you or do you not remember how this whole thing started? You love my underwear, and you love taking them off of me... I did this for you."

In agreement, he tenderly slips his middle finger under the seam and pulls the fabric to the side, and I nearly whine as he looks me over, the corner of his bottom lip pinched gently between his teeth. He's so fucking hot it physically hurts me. It makes me pathetic.

"Thank you, sweetheart," he finally offers, dragging a careful finger through my seam. I gasp at the sensation and feel myself start to tremble when he gently flicks at my clit. It's so featherlight, barely a touch at all, but still enough to drive me mad.

I need him. Now.

"Anything for you," I breathe, lunging forward to kiss him again. He welcomes me with fire instead of the amusement I'd almost expected from him. Usually, it's a dig at my eagerness, but tonight he's just as eager, just as needy, and the equal reciprocation has me in shambles.

It doesn't take long to find my way to him. I've finally managed to free his erection from fabric confines, and instead of fully sitting on him, I slick him up with my arousal, grinding along the length of him as he leans his head back and curses to the air. The friction is low-simmering and beautiful, and nowhere near enough to get myself off, but that doesn't matter to me right now. It just feels so good, and seeing Spencer tensing and twitching beneath me, feeling his hands tighten over my breasts as I rock back and forth... Reveling in this tension before truly giving into our carnal desires is honestly just as good as the sex itself. If I could etch this feeling, this erotic slow-burn of a moment, into my soul for all eternity, to remember in vivid detail for as long as I was alive and breathing, I would.

I'm so wet, so hot with sweat and aching with desire for this man, I can barely stand it.

My hand reaches down between us and takes him in a firm grip. I stroke him slow and tight, to which Spencer hisses, forcing himself to look down as he shakes his head.

"Fuck, you're perfect..."

The genuine praise makes me tremble again, warmth flooding my bloodstream. I start to quicken my pace, but his hand reaches down to grab my wrist.

"We have to get out of this damned car."

Before I know what's happening, he's opening the door and exposing us to the open air. He leads me outside, then opens the back door and guides me to the back seat, laying me down on my back. I lean up on my elbow to watch as he towers over me, sliding his pants all the way down and watching me with hungry eyes.

I can't help the urge that overtakes me then, readjusting my underwear again so that I'm exposed to him. Ready. Still, no teasing from him about how ready I am. There is only fire burning behind his gaze and a determination to make me feel every single flame as it dances brightly over my skin.

I can tell just by looking at him right now, barely illuminated by the moon in the open sky above us, Spencer is going to absolutely ruin me.

He comes forward and reaches down, both hands tugging at my underwear until they literally tear at the seams. The sound is so jarring and unbelievably hot that feels almost pornographic. I've never been so turned on in my life. He knows it, too, but doesn't say anything. Instead, he tosses the tattered cotton away like it's nothing at all, then proceeds to adjust me to his liking, folding my knees up to my chest and giving himself the deepest angle he can possibly get.

"Ready?" he asks, that fire in his eyes telling me he already knows the answer.

"Always," I tell him, pulling him down to connect our lips.

He pushes into me then, a steady full movement that doesn't falter even once. I take it happily, humming into Spencer's mouth as he starts to move his hips. The car gently rocks underneath me, the smallest of creaks sounding under the upholstery. Between that and the snapping of his skin to mine, the crickets chirping in the background, and the thick, heavy whirring of our breathing being so close together in this small space, it truly does feel like the perfect summer night.

This is what summers are made for. Passion. Heat. Want. Wildfire. Pure sin...

That's what it is. Spencer's teeth leaving unashamed marks on my skin when I'm not allowed to return the favor as he fucks me in the backseat of my mom's old car, nothing around us but the moon, the stars, and the sweltering summer heat... There would be time for guilt later, when we return to the beach house, and possibly even along the drive there. But for now, I don't feel guilty. I'm completely aware of my surroundings, of my situation, and yet there's not an ounce of guilt to be found anywhere in this car.

That alone is the biggest sin of all.

SUNDAY MORNING / 2 A.M. / SPENCER

My limbs are barely awake when I shuffle down the hallway and sigh heavily at the sweet promise of a deep sleep. I feel tense, but I know that's only because I have to keep my departure a secret. I won't fully know peace until my head has hit the pillow and my consciousness has drifted away for the night.

Eve is an early riser. I won't get much sleep, but the few hours I will manage to round up will be worth it. And I'll go to sleep happy.

Y/N is still all over me, which is dangerous. Her aura, her smiles and her laughter, her sighs and her pleas, her fingernails trying not to leave marks on my back even thought it's all I want—All of it is such an enormous part of who I am now, that every second I'm in Eve's presence, I start to wonder if she can feel it. I hope not, but as a man who has proudly worn and reflected the attributes of every woman he's ever loved, it's a scary thought.

So scary, apparently, that it seems to have manifested a near-heart attack. I know I'm not actually having one, but the sharp pain I feel in my chest when I open the bedroom door and find Eve, awake and sitting in bed with a distant look in her eyes, for a split second, could have fooled me.

"You're up early," I say, closing the door and walking to my side of the bed. My heart is beating so fast, my nervous system working on overload to keep up with the amount of signals and sirens that are blaring in my brain.

Eve doesn't look at me, but responds somberly. "So are you."

How long has she been awake? "Yeah. Couldn't sleep. I wanted to take a drive..."

She hesitates for a moment as I climb into bed and nudge her leg with my own.

"Is everything okay?" she asks.

No.

"Yes. I'm sorry if I worried you." I take her hand in mine, but she still can't look at me. It frightens me. "What's wrong?"

"I don't... I don't know... Something just feels weird, and I don't know what or how to explain it."

"Like... With the house?" I feign confusion, easily disguising the fear that lies underneath, and it seems to work; Eve concedes.

"No," she sighs, turning to finally look at me. Her eyes are tired, and she looks like she's embarrassed. "I don't know... I've been getting this weird feeling lately, and then you disappeared for a couple hours tonight, and I guess I just..."

She trails off, and I sigh, hoping to put her mind at ease. "Eve... You know I love you, right?" They're the right words to say, but they feel evil coming out of my mouth. They're... I don't want to say they're not true, because in some way I still do love her. But... Not how she wants me to. Not how she loves me back.

"I know," she cries apologetically, falling her head onto my shoulder with a dramatic thump. It's a mannerism that reminds me so much of her daughter, I feel another sharp twist in my gut. "I'm sorry, Spencer. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"There is nothing wrong with you," I comfort her quickly, squeezing her hand. "It's okay, I promise."

"No, it's not. It isn't fair for me to just assume you aren't happy in this relationship when you've done nothing to show otherwise, and then act all grumpy and accusatory. It wasn't right. I should have just talked to you about my... weirdness, and gotten it out of the way. I'm sorry."

"I appreciate that," I tell her. I'm relieved that she still doesn't know the truth, but my heart is still racing and I can't seem to get those damn warning sirens to quiet in my head. "Still, I'm sorry for worrying you. I wasn't tired, and it seemed like a perfect night for a quiet, mindless drive."

"Mmm, you're right," Eve agrees, leaning into me and glancing out the window. She takes a deep breath and kisses my neck, right where her daughter had been only hours before. "Next time, invite me along?"

"You got it." It's an empty promise, but it makes her happy. It keeps her unassuming.

We fall asleep together, but my dreams belong to someone else.

[ddejavvu]

Steve having a big fat crush on you. And then you bruise yourself, literally just a small thing. But you raise your injured part to Steve’s face, and ask him to kiss it better. His eyes get so big and shiny. He doesn’t realise you have a crush on him too

A soft whimper bleeds from your throat, and Steve's glad he isn't driving, because he would have taken his eyes off the road to see what was wrong. Thankfully, Eddie's behind the wheel, and he's free to peer sideways at you.

"What's wrong?" He murmurs, keeping his mouth close to your ear so that you can hear him over Dustin's rambling.

"I pinched my finger," You lament, dragging your hand up from where it had snaked between the seats of Eddie's van and the door, wedged in a tight space.

"I'm sorry," Steve croons, reaching out with a slightly shaky hand to take your finger between his own. He examines the skin, dark colors already starting to blossom beneath its surface in heinous blooms.

Steve already thinks he'll pass out from holding your hand, but when you lean your head onto his shoulder and blink up at him with your pretty doe eyes, his brain short circuits.

It's why he can barely process your request: "Kiss it better?"

"Hm?" His eyes widen, looking as empty as his head is at the moment.

"Kiss it better," You urge him, lifting your finger up to hover in front of his mouth. He thanks whatever gracious deity hasn't stripped him of all logical thought in his brain, leaning forwards and puckering his lips to press them to your newly-forming bruise.

"Thanks, Stevie." You hum, head now permanently resting on his shoulder. You let your hand fall to his lap, your finger still in his grip. You're settled like that for the rest of the car ride, so cozy, in fact, that by the time you reach the lake, you're snoozing away against his side.

"You guys go," Steve whispers, sliding Eddie the bag of towels and sunscreen, "Just leave the door open, we'll hang here for a while."

"They're wrong about you," Robin decides, scrutinizing the way that you're draped all over Steve's side.

"Hm?" Steve raises his brows, "What's that supposed to mean."

"You're not totally hopeless," She grins, and Eddie snickers, "Nice one, hotshot."

[odinsblog]

“How do you enjoy life as the world burns? When the planet is on fire, and the country is falling apart, and the cops shoot another teenager, and half your neighbors are getting evicted or deported, and Bill Maher is still speaking out loud on television, what do you do? I go to the water park with my nephew Miles.

Miles is 12 years old. He is a brilliant, bow-legged troublemaker. I love him despite the fact that he's 12 and still has a rat tail. It's really not that cute anymore, dude. We're not related by blood, but Miles' dad, Kevin, is like a brother to me. So Miles calls me Uncle Josh.

Uncle Josh, when are we going to the Warriors game? Uncle Josh, will you show me how to open that car with a hanger again? Uncle Josh, Uncle Josh, since I'm half Black and half Asian, does that make me Blazian? No, Miles, that makes you Oakland.

It's August, and it's hot, which for the Bay Area, means anything above 67. Today, it's 91. I'm over at Kevin and Miles' place, sitting in no AC, in our tank tops and boxers, watching Key and Peele.

I say, guys, we gotta go somewhere to cool off. Cooler than the movie theater, cooler than the mall, I'm gonna take us to East Bay's water world. Miles' face lights up. But then Kevin says, I don't know you guys. I mean, those water parks, you know, they're so wasteful.

My man Kevin is the worst kind of Bay Area environmentalist. He's that type of dude who will come over your house and use the bathroom, not flush, but instead write a note on your toilet paper telling you how much water he just saved you. That's a true story.

I say, Kevin, it's so hot out here, I could fry an egg on your face, which I will if we don't go to East Bay Water World. Miles says, please dad. I say, please dad.

Kevin says, fine. Go have fun at the park, but take my car. It's a hybrid.

I grab the keys and soon me and Miles are driving through Oakland. We pass by the Trilingual Liquor Store, the farmer's market that accepts food stamps and we make our way through the tunnel and the hills. We emerge on the other side in the valley.

The further we get from the coast, the ground is drier and drier, browner and browner. The only green is the manicured lawns of the suburbs, the golf courses, the empty field of the sprawling county jail. And then we see it and we arrive at our Mecca, our oasis in the California desert, East Bay Water World. And it's even more beautiful than I imagined. There's four wave pools, there's a 50-foot water park, the air smells like chlorine and sunscreen and funnel cake. Delicious.

Miles' mouth is wide, staring at all these things he's never seen before. Carnival games, Dippin Dots, girls in bikinis, Uncle Josh, this place is awesome. I know, Miles. I know.

We go and we jump in the wave pool, we float down the lazy river, we spin through the whitewater rapids until we're totally drenched, grinning ear to ear and surprisingly thirsty. So I go to the funnel cake vendor for something to drink.

Can I get a bottle of water, please? He says, no problem. That'll be $7. $7 for a bottle of water? He looks at the bottle. It says, and he literally read off the bottle, it says this here is bottled and purified up near Lake Tahoe.

This is California water. California water. I buy two bottles and walk back to where Miles is pointing up towards the sky. I follow his gaze and then I see it. There, staring down at us from the tallest point in the park is the biggest water slide I've ever seen. The tallest slide in Northern California, the Annihilator.

The Annihilator is a seven-story, 80-foot freefall drop down all in just under five seconds. It's one of those slides that's so vertical, your back comes off the ride when you go down, so you feel like if you lean over just a little bit, you're done. It's the type of slide that's illegal in 27 states and most of the European Union, but hey, this is California.

I look and see Miles. His mouth is watering in anticipation. We go and get in line.

Now, the worst part of the Annihilator isn't the ride down. That's only five seconds. The worst part is the 30-minute wait in line, standing in the stairs watching and hearing every kid go down the slide, hearing every scream, every shriek, every, oh, sweet baby, Purple Jesus. The That's a direct quote from a nine-year-old. Shout out to Purple Jesus.

Miles is nervous. His hand is clenching the railing. Uncle Josh, is this thing safe?

Before I can answer, I hear a voice shouting from the top of the stairs, Hands up! Put your hands up!

Hands up!

It's the lifeguard, a tall white teenager in red shorts. He's yelling at the girl about to go down the slide. I'm telling you, it's way more fun if you put your hands up.

And the words hit me like a tsunami. It's August, two weeks after Ferguson, after Mike Brown. After those words, hands up became the calling cry for a movement.

In Missouri, people are putting their hands up to protest the police murdering another black boy in America. In California, I'm watching kids put their hands up as they go down a water slide called the Annihilator, and my nephew asks me if it's safe here. It's August in America.

In Detroit, they're shutting off poor people's water. California is suffocating of thirst. Half of my friends are putting buckets of ice over their faces on Facebook. Israel is bombing water treatment plants in Gaza, and in America, we have water parks in the desert. Industrial Almond Farms in the desert, prisons in the desert, my family, me and my nephew right here in the desert looking for anything that could be called an oasis. And Miles asked me if it's safe here.

What am I supposed to tell him?

I don't want to lie to my nephew. I want him to know that yes, some people will always see him as a threat, but I also want him to laugh and play and go get on this crazy ass waterslide.

How do you enjoy life as the world is burning? How do you teach your nephew to hate the park but love the ride? The thing is called the Annihilator. I think it might be trying to tell us something.

And now we're next in line. A girl with blonde pigtails is shaking her head. The lifeguard says, it's okay, you don't have to do it.

She backs away and now Miles is up.

He steps to the edge of the slide, puts his feet in the rushing water.

I can see the brown hills in the distance, Oakland and all its beautiful contradictions waiting on the other side. I wave at Miles, say, you got this. You got this, dude.

And he waves back at me, and when he does, he lets go of the railing. His hand shoots up in the air and the rushing water carries him away. He lets go. He shoots out and disappears over the edge. My nephew!

I rush to the side and look over, and there's Miles at the bottom of the slide, safe and alive and pulling up his bathing suit. He jumps up and runs to get back in line, and the cycle continues. Water, blood, life, death, and maybe rebirth.

I'm still on the top platform of the slide.

I walk to the edge, look down at California, lift my hands, and let go.”

—Mr. Josh Healey

[xoxo-susu]

Ways to feel more coquette and feminine ‧₊˚ ⋅🦢‧₊˚ ⋅🩰‧₊˚ ⋅🍨 ‧

Hello loves ♡ (all three of my followers hehe) I hope you're having a great day. I thought I'd make a lil post today, so here we go :)

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🦢 Put a bow on it. Literally. Idc what it is. Your toothbrush? Now you can brush your teeth in a girly way. Your car keys? You're still driving--but with bows. Bows make everything 100000000x times better.

🦢 Like the first one, put bows in your hair. This kinda deserved its own spot because bows in hair are so versatile. I usually do a half-up-half-down with a bow, or put my hair in a claw clip and put the bow on the side of my head.

🦢Pajamas and loungewear are soooo important! You're not going to feel cute and dolly in a gray tshirt and green sweatpants. Invest in a pretty lacy nightgown or a pink silk set.

🩰 Heart shaped sunglasses. These are more of a spring/summer thing, but they're so cute and girly and go with so many coquette outfits.

🩰 Pink everything. This goes without saying, but still. Get pink frilly socks, pink satin blouses, pink chunky headbands, pink jeans, EVERYTHING.

🩰 Make your room pretty. This can be hard, especially if you share with a sibling like me, but try your best. Get the rosebud bedsheets, make your bed every morning, keep your spaces clean and cute. I tie bows on my window blinds bc I don't have curtains, but curtains work even better.

🍨 Take care of yourself. Do a face mask, brush your hair, do a ten-minute stretching routine in the morning. Try not to rot in bed. I know tumblr has romanticized girlrotting so much, but it's so bad for you. Try to rot outside, on a picnic blanket in the sun with a book (And sunscreen)

🍨 Only say sweet and kind words. I know it's tempting to curse and it's also over-romanticized, but it sounds so coarse and rude.

🍨 Journal! Journaling is so therapeutic and aesthetic. I try to do it before bed, and it always makes me feel so calm and soothed. Seal it with a red lipstick kiss ♡

That's all for today. Stay tuned for more coquette tips. Ily!!

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[chaotic-anonymous]

Welcome Home characters at the beach

Wally Darling

• No doubt that our favourite little guy would be staring down at something. Possibly a crab or perhaps a pretty sea shell

• Would be fascinated by things on the beach

• Might get buried in the sand

• "Oh. I'm shorter now." -Probably Wally who's buried in the sand.

Barnaby B. Beagle

• Would most probably jump into the sea the moment that they reach the beach. I mean he'll dash out the car on all fours and splash into the water.

• Is probably the one who buried Wally in the sand.

• Like he dug a hole in the sand and thought it'd be funny to bury Wally in there.

• Barnaby will dig Wally out later but might forget.

• I don't have much ideas for Barnaby. I'm sorry.

Frank Frankly

• Most like to not get in the water.

• Rather chill on a sun lounger and read his book.

• Might be interested in observing some bugs at the beach. Yes, apparently there are bugs at the beach.

• Has to save Eddie from his bug troubles yet again.

• Julie might beg for Frank to join them playing volleyball. Frank and Julie are a team!

Eddie Dear

• Being a mailman is tiring so I think he'll enjoy a relaxing day at the beach.

• A fun day at the beach with his friends? Great!

• I can see Eddie and Howdy playing volleyball together. And yes, they're competing against Frank and Julie.

• I imagine that Eddie would need Frank's protection from the beach bugs. Like Eddie would run to Frank if he saw a bug like a Rove Beetle or something.

Julie Joyful

• Absolutely loves the beach

• Like absolutely excited and enthusiastic about all the things you could do at the beach

• Definitely looking for pretty seashells to keep and decorate a sand castle with!

• Julie would absolutely try and build the most epic sand castle ever and claim herself as the ruler of the sand kingdom

Sally Starlet

• Can Sally really go in the water? I mean she's a literal star. Would she get put out/die in water or would she survive with cartoon logic?

• Either way I don't think Sally wants to go in the water because it'd probably ruin her sun spikes.

• I see Sally rather be chilling in the sun lounger as well.

Howdy Pillar

• Just like Eddie, Howdy would enjoy the beach as a day off from work at the bodega.

• Or maybe he'll still be running a business but at the beach instead

• I think Howdy would be selling things like sunscreen or sunglasses in exchange for seashells if he does decide to run a beach business

• Yes, seashell currency at the beach but I'm sure jokes and stories still work

Poppy Partridge

• She's definitely making sure that everyone remembers to put on their sunscreen. She wouldn't want anyone to get sunburns after all.

• The worried parent who is making sure that everyone is safe

• Is terrified of the sea. Definitely wouldn't go near the water.

• Instead, she'd be preparing food for everyone. A little beach picnic

That's all I could think of. This is my first time doing headcanons so sorry if it's bad. I may or may not have wrote this late at night.

[skitskatdacat63]

Hiii CATIE!!!!! HIII

Im pretty pretty sure people have already asked BUT HOW WAS ATTENDING THE US GP LIVE!!!! WAS???? TELL ME!! DO YOU HAVE PICS??? I know I know im late.

I ALSO HOPE YOU GOT HOME SAFE AND SOUND AND THAT YOU ARE RESTING NOW+!!!(I saw the chaos you went through im deeply sorry for you :( )

ANYWAYS HOW WAS THE RACE? HOW WAS EXPERIENCING STROLLONSO LIVE?????? AND omg did you get pics of drivers??? :00

You must must share pleaseeeeee.wax.poet

OH MY GOD ELLE SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!!! IT WAS VERY COOL!!!!! VERY SURREAL!!!!!! I've taken a week to answer this but uhhhh yes I am in fact home now 🥰 I got home at like 1 am which was cool....

First of all I have to mention this! I was fighting for my life walking thru the Austin airport(from sleep deprivation), and I had my Fernando hat on my backpack, right? Some girl comes up to me and asks if I'm going to the GP, I say yes. SHE GAVE ME A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET, I COULD'VE SOBBED 🥹 It says on it "wtf is a km", I'm still so happy

COTA was the first race I ever watched, so to be actually at that track and watch a race live there was extremely surreal! Very hot though my god 😵‍💫 I think last year it was pretty hot, right? And my brother kept sending me the temp and it was pretty okay, and then of fucking course the temp leaps up to 89-97°(31-36° Celsius btw) right in time for the gp....so that was nice(I say as I burn in the sun like a vampire. But don't worry I didn't even really tan at all 😭 I always wore a hat and a lot of sunscreen. And meanwhile my brother was literally a lobster)

(This is a long post):

So unfortunately I missed the drivers parade because my brother and I were dying on Saturday night and his friends wanted to go first thing in the morning, and we're like "we will go later actually 😊" and missed it entirely 😭😭😭 but his friends took pics of Mclaren and Aston for me!!!!! But unfortunately I havent gotten them still, so I'll have to reblog this later with those! I took a lot of pictures of the cars I took from behind the fence, which I think I've posted some of? Lmk if anyone wants those!! They're very random, I just thought it was very surreal to see the cars flying past, so I took a million.

The coolest part was definitely running on track after the race was over!!! Soooooo surreal, and so I'm only gonna post pics rn from Sunday(bcs pic limit on phone) and also I think everything else kinda pales in comparison(but of course lmk if there's anything you're interested in seeing 🤭)

Okay and did I see any drivers...? ONLY ONE BUT AAAAHHHH I DID SEE LANDO!!! Not even one of my favs but it was soooooo surreal to see him, even from afar. As you can see above, everyone standing on the fences was blocking the view 🙄, but during the podium, I was focusing my camera btwn their legs and got literally one second of Lando 😭 I think its a pretty aesthetic clip, so I gifed it!!

It was so funny, I went to the gp with my brother and friends, so all these older guys yeah. And I was showing this off to them on the ride home, and his one friend was praising me so much for it 😭😭 like: "oh my god!!!! You could put this in an edit !!! This is so sick!!!!"

Oh one other thing!!! I think I've mentioned it before but my god, my favorite f1 podiums are always the ones with confetti, right?? AND THERE WAS CONFETTI AT THIS RACE!!!

LOOK AT HOW PRETTYYYYY!!!! And so anyways, I picked up so much confetti off the ground and now it lives forever in my phone case 🥰🥰🥰 I have no other room for pics on this post(for now) but oh my godddddddddd most of the confetti were just rectangles BUT THERE WAS ALSO ONES SHAPED LIKE TEXAS!!! SO COOL!!!!! And I also picked up a bunch of tire marbles off the ground!!! And a piece of plastic that probably came off some car. It was so funny when all of us were just scrounging off the ground. My bro's one friend somehow found a piece of carbon fiber, and we're all like "how can I kill him in his sleep and steal this from him..." But no the highlight actually of that process was watching my brother sprint to the podium, but stopping and grabbing a bunch of gravel first to shove in his pocket 😭😭😭

The other two days were fun as well, but also a lot of just dying in the heat and drinking a fuckton of red bull, so there's not too much specifically to say! I really liked hearing the cars. I think if you wanna know what's actually going on in a race, watching from home is better, but hearing the cars go by and seeing them is just so fucking sick. It was so funny to see grown men be like "I think I'm going to cry hearing these cars." I was really flexing on them with "uhhh yeah I've already been to a gp already 🙄🙄"

Anyways I ended the day by breaking bank by buying my dad and myself Fernando shirts because he is of course Fernando's biggest fan 🥰🥰 and I bought the most delicious overpriced lemonade, which I only drank half of bcs my brother proceeded to accidentally elbow it out of my hand....

OH WAIT ONE MORE DETAIL LOL. On Friday, my brother and his friend were waiting in line for smth and I was talking to them outside of the barrier. I look down, hmm theres a red cap abandoned on the ground, I pick it up, it is in fact a Ferrari hat. And that is how my brother acquired a $40+ dollar hat for free. Lucky bastard....I was the who found it!

[sennaverstappendiary]

british grand prix ✩ 09.07.2023

imagine... the beach, the sea, the feeling of sun on your skin; a pina colada in your hand... 🍹☀️🌊🏖️🌴 now, imagine seeing a young person in the periphery of your eye sight, sweating, refreshing their ipad screen every two seconds, despite the terrible wifi. what are they up to, you think to yourself. they seem stressed, a family emergency? maybe a fight with their partner? you decide to take a closer look - maybe you can help!

as you come closer, the ipad screen starts to become more clear to you. the person is looking intensly at the screen, their hands in a praying motion, as if they're asking god themself. and then you see it. a car. all of this over a car. on one of the most beautiful places a person can be, this person is watching a fucking car. on a screen.

you go back to your seat. what the hell dude.

RIGHT so as you can maybe guess!!! that person!!! was i!!! 💥💥💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️ i was celebrating a summer holiday on the beautiful island of kos, greece, when silverstone weekend took place 😵☀️ and instead of being a normal person about it, i told my now ex i needed to watch it, no matter what. LMAO. 💥💥💥

so many good memories from kos. my favorite might be me pulling up to our beach tent, and seeing a FUCKING max verstappen cutout. IN GREECE. BE SERIOUS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️😵😵😵 I CAN NEVER ESCAPE HIM 🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕💌💌 i almost died!!

i watched qualifying on the beach, my ipad overheating and my bladder very very full from all the pina coladas id been sipping (this is the summer i fell in love with pina coladas 🍹💕🥰) - this is the first time i watched something f1 while intoxicated (i can spoil you right now: it will not be the last. not even in 2023. shoutout to qatar U WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS ‼️‼️‼️‼️). anyway, back to quali: i was so stressed. the wifi wouldn't work. the data wouldn't work. there was sunscreen on my ipad and in my mouth and sand everywhere. i think eventually i just followed the timing instead of the livestream? i rewatched quali for this series and didn't recognise it sooo... i was super stressed lol and celebrated his pole by getting another drink #yassss 🌙💕 THE FACT MAX GOT POLE IS SO DIABOLIC i love him sooo much... giving the entirety of the UK hope for a lando pole and then snatching it away. thats my pookie 💕💕💕💕🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕🌷🌷💌💌‼️‼️💥💥💥 afterwards i realised btw. that uh. the beach tent i was staying at. was showing f1 on their tv #IDIOT 💥💥💥💥💥

the race was... something else. my now ex wasn't too happy i wanted to watch (he was very very hungry) but 🥺 i am too autistic not to watch i can't help it :( anyway the universe punished me by that FUCKASS start. max what the hell dude. i was so so scared. especially because once again, this was a first for me... 🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔 i was so scared!!! and also kinda buzzed!! 💕💕 eventually everything turned out alright of course - thank the fucking lords lol the race itself wasn't toooo interesting to be honest - i don't remember much, but i was very very happy and celebrated with a cocktail soo 😁😁😁💕💕💕🥰🥰🍹🍹 and how can we forget!!! first rbr win at silverstone since 2012!! how very special 🥺🥺🥺✨✨✨ also yeah the mclaren upgrades were cool lol i used to have mclaren cb soon in my bio on my sennaverstappen blog LOL i manifested it ur welcome lando... 😁😁😁

✩ song of the race: club tropicana - wham!

YOU. will listen to this song right now. this song is literally the entire vibe of the summer. this song transports me right back to kos, watching silverstone on the beach while sipping on a pina colada. i love this song so fucking much. club tropicana drinks are free. fun and sunshine. theres enough for everyone. 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹🍹☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷💌💌💥💥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

✩ extra: a small photodump

[tempportal]

Oh, Five thinks, very stupidly, as the full weight of what Udyati has just said slowly begins to sink in. Oh. Huh. Right. Okay. This is fine. This is completely fine, and I am being completely normal about this. I couldn't possibly be acting any more normal about this. Why wouldn't I be normal about this? It's completely fine.

(It's just that, sometimes, he forgets that they're actually friends, and not just two people who happen to have a lot of enemies that they fight off together. It's just that, sometimes, he forgets that they're actually friends, and not just two people who happen to go on cross-country road trips together, and bake cookies together, and sit at the kitchen table together while he works on mathematical equations and she goes on another impassioned rant about the public education system, and sit at the kitchen table together while he helps her with her algebra homework, and running around the house because she refuses to put on some goddamn sunscreen in the heat of the summer and he is not about to let her go out and develop some kind of skin cancer, and they do frivolous and childish activities together like jumping in piles of fallen autumn leaves or cramming themselves into too-small photo booths to take godawful pictures of themselves just because she wants to, and oh, wow, we really are friends, aren't we?

It's just that, sometimes, he forgets that she enjoys his presence just as much as he enjoys hers. He forgets that she has the capability to enjoy his presence. He forgets that anyone on earth has the capability to enjoy his presence, actually. He forgets that she actively wants to spend time with him just as much as he wants to spend time with her, that she has the capability to think about him and miss him when he isn't there, that he's not just the weird old man she tolerates because he helps her when the chips are down, and nana isn't just a meaningless word she throws at him whenever she feels like it.

But now she's standing in front of him and she's saying it's really freaking weird to do things without you, and Five is being. so normal. about that.)

"Oh," he says, very ineloquently, mostly because he knows he has to say something, but he can't seem to form a coherent sentence right now. "Oh... well, I—I mean... I'll help you with anything you need, I've told you that. You can come to me if you need to, but... I don't think you will. You're more than capable of this, kid. I know you are. And you should trust my judgment, because I'm usually always right."

Except that Udyati looks like she's about to burst into tears, and Five would literally rather live through another forty-five years of apocalyptic hell than handle any kind of emotional situation ever, because emotional situations are bizarre and confusing and godawful things, but... but some age-old instinct kicks on in the back of his brain like a car engine, and it tells him your granddaughter is going to cry, and he doesn't know what to do, or how he's supposed to fix it, or why she's so upset, so he just.

He reaches over and pulls her into a hug.

"Of course I'll be here when you get back," he tells her, because where else would he even be? He's not about to go off on one of his own missions while she's off on one of hers. What if he did that, and then it turned out she did need him after all, and he wasn't there? "And with enough drinks to put us in the hospital, I promise. And pizza. And maybe one of your weird little caramel macchiatos, too."

Five huffs out a soft laugh and finally pulls away from her, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, but he keeps a hand on her shoulder for just a second longer to give her a light, quick squeeze, because Christ, he's so fucking proud of this girl, and he hopes she can read it in his face, because he has no idea how he's supposed to say it out loud.

His momentary levity dissolves a second later, though, as a new thought occurs to him, and he bites back a wince — just because he knows he should do it doesn't mean he wants to do it. He should have asked the Commission to go ahead and surgically remove his conscience while they were spectacularly fucking up his DNA. "Look, I'll... I'll talk to Dolores before you two head out, all right? I'll make sure she knows that..." A pink flush dusts his cheeks. "That she... wasn't the problem. I know you guys are friends, and... I won't let my... issue mess that up for you."

For all of two-point-seven seconds, Five stills where he stands, two steps away from his desk chair, with one hand hovering over the handle of his half-empty coffee cup, and his facial expression probably somewhere in the range of completely nonplussed, as he slowly processes all the dozen different and very unexpected things that Udyati has just said to him — the apology and the gratitude aren't terribly surprising on their own, seeing as she tends to say sorry and thank you as often as she breathes, like it's woven into the fabric of her very being, and it's his own damn fault that he fell for the tried-and-true I'm going to annoy the ever-loving shit out of you until you give me something to work with here. It's the oldest trick in the book, and God knows Ud always pulls it well, but this whole Dolores situation has got him so messed-up that he walked right into it, anyway.

No, it's that term she called Dolores that he just can't push past. He hardly needs to be flawlessly fluent in her mother tongue to know what nani means, to know that it must be the counterpart to what she always calls him.

Nana and nani. Grandfather and grandmother.

Jesus, she's really not making this any easier on him, is she?

Five sucks in a deep breath, and resolutely shoves that particular thought straight to the back of his brain, with a firm shake of his head, and drags his attention back to the problem at hand. "Cut the bullshit, kiddo. What do you even need me for? Your powers are close enough to mine that you could probably open a door for her, no problem, and she's made it very clear that she can handle the mathematical components without me. Seeing as she never shuts up about how very smart and intellectual and brilliant she is, and all." It's supposed to come out sarcastic, and mean, and sharp as a knife, but even he can hear the admiration in his voice, the ill-concealed adoration bleeding into his tone like too much ink on a single sheet of paper.

He takes a very strategic sip of coffee to cover it up, and wishes vehemently that he'd put in that shot of tequila he desperately wanted when he woke up this morning.

"Look," he says, when he thinks he's pulled himself back under some semblance of control again. "If you run into a problem you can't solve, and she can't solve, you can come to me, and I'll help. No questions asked. No strings attached. But you don't need me for this one. You really don't. You're more powerful than you know, and God knows you're better with the dimension doorways than I am."

[starssuki]

Teasing ⟨Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugou⟩

—Where Midoriya, Bakugou and Todoroki's S/O tease them in public

—Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader

—Word count: 828

—Warnings: Nothing

A/N: I thought of this idea while eating a popsicle 👁️👅👁️

Midoriya Izuku

•You would be wearing a mini skirt on your date out at a amusement park, Izuku wasn't really paying attention to what you were wearing

•All he knew was that you looked amazing in anything, so when he took a good look at your skirt his heart beat started pacing faster.

•And the fact you were acting completely oblivious to your actions drove him to the edge, he wanted to just take you in a photobooth, have you choke all over his dick

•But he wasn't that daring to do it in public, let alone in broad daylight, so he just let his fantasies run wild for a while, you would catch him staring at your ass just a second longer

•You hitched it up higher when you were sure no one was looking, he swore he saw your soft pink panties, he prayed to God that his growing erection wasn't showing, or oblivious

• "Izuku! Let's go play that game!" You called out as you wrapped your arm around his, making sure your boobs pressed against his arm, "A-Ah! Sure," he said, as he walked quite stiffly to the game stand

•After a few more teasings, he would be over the edge and when he finally snaps, don't expect a gentle Izuku, cause he will make you pay for making him go through all that trouble.

Todoroki Shouto

•This poor guy just had to invite you to a date in an ice cream parlor, he ordered a strawberry parfait, you ordered a banana split.

•Your eyes sparkled at the look of your orders, they look delectable, "Thanks for the ice cream Sho!~" You smiled before eating the vanilla ice cream first, Shouto honestly thought it was the cutest thing he's ever seen

•That was until he saw the white liquid drip down your lips, making it's way to your chin, it reminded him of the night before. You looked absolutely sexy, he thought

• 'She's clearly doing this on purpose,' he told himself as he shook the thought out of his mind. "Hm? What's the problem Sho?" You asked, licking your lips. "It's nothing," he dismissed

• "Ah! It's my favorite part," you exclaimed as you stabbed the banana with the plastic fork, bringing it up to your mouth, Shouto watched you with careful eyes, you smirked slightly as you put your mouth around the banana

•Making eye contact with Shouto, as you sucked it for a second before biting down, he gulps.

•He tried to readjust on his seat, but the way his dick was slightly hard made it uncomfortable, and it was all your fault. "Is something wrong now?" You smiled,

• "Yes, and you're gonna fix it," he said, taking all your valuables and then your wrist, he hurriedly walks out the door and towards the car, he's not gonna let you go that easily.

Bakugou Katsuki

•He was totally against this idea, who even fucking suggested a beach party with the whole class? There were literally two perverts in his class, and no way in hell would he let their grubby hands touch you

•So that's why he stuck with you the whole day, and if you tease him or make remarks about it to him, he'll most likely swear or yell.

• "Honestly we should've just stayed home," he huffs as he sits under the parasol beside you, "Huh? And miss out on the fun? No way!" You laughed as you rubbed your arms with sunscreen, he looked at you.

•He wasn't gonna say it but you looked gorgeous in that bikini, the way your bikini complimented your body was amazing to him. "What? Take a picture it'll last longer," you smirked, as you finished applying, "Shut the fuck up," he says as he stood up

• "Let's go play in the water! The girls are already over there," you said as you ran towards the water, Katsuki walking after you. You played and splashed around with your friends as Katsuki just stood in the water, occasionally splashing you. He was totally bored

•You came behind him, hugging him, letting your hands roam all over his body, making sure you touched his abs. He got away from your embrace, "Come on Katsuki no one's here, let's have fun" you winked, "Y/N as much as I want to pound you we're literally in the water, not to mention we would get taken by the waves," he rolled his eyes.

• "Katsuki sucking out the fun? That's new," you, "You better shut up before I make you suck something," he warned. "Hm, that looks fun, I'll go play volleyball with the boys," You smirked as he took your wrist, bringing you close to him, "As I would let you close to them, I bet they're imagining you getting fucked by them, but guess what? I'm the only one who can do that," he said into your ears,

• You got him wrapped around your fingers that's for sure.

☆Star.