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Protecting Our Children: Addressing the Drowning Risk for African American Youth
Drowning remains a critical and preventable cause of death among children, with African American youth facing particularly high risks. This article delves into the alarming statistics, historical context, and crucial safety measures that can help protect Black children from drowning. Additionally, we highlight the hidden dangers of blue bathing suits and provide actionable tips for parents toâŚ
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Stuck
In which reader finds herself stuck in an elevator with her colleagues.
Pairing: Hotch x Reid x Morgan x Fem!BAU!Reader Genre: smut (18+) Content warnings: fingering, oral (f and m receiving), face riding, p in v sex, overstimulation, masturbation, breast play Word count: 5,4k A/n: I'm ovulating, so you know what time it is đ¤ I'm really nervous to post this, so I hope you will enjoy!
âOh, you guys are such babies!â You laugh as Spencer and Derek refuse to step into the elevator, explaining how theyâve been stuck in one before.Â
âItâs not funny, Y/N,â Spencer chimes in. âThere are six elevator deaths per year. Not to mention ten thousand injuries that require hospitalization.â  Â
You roll your eyes at his comment, just as Hotch walks toward the elevator. âSee!â You exclaim. âHotch is joining us, and he saved you last time. Weâll be fine.â You add cheerfully.
âYouâre coming?â Hotch asks, holding the elevator door open. You nod, pulling Morgan and Reid with you by their arms.Â
You chuckle at their nervous reflections in the mirror as the elevator starts moving. A sudden creak causes Derek to snap his head towards you. âIt made the same sound the last time!â You were just about to shut Derek up as the elevator shakes and the lights start flickering.Â
âNot again!â Spencer whimpers, his eyes squeezed shut like heâs about to fall to his death at any given moment.
Hotch inspects the tight space, his expression grim. âIt seems like the electricity went outâŚâÂ
âActually, there are a lot of reasons why an elevator might stop,â Spencer interjects. âIt could be worn-out suspension ropes, and it actually happens quite regularly that the motor overheats the safety sensors of the-âÂ
âLetâs just solve this problem, shall we?â You cut him off, nudging Morgan out of the way to hit the red button on the panel.Â
âYou think thatâll do something?â Morgan asks, brow lifted.Â
âIt will alert someone that weâre stuck. We have to wait until somebody comes and gets us out of here.â Hotch adds.Â
âWell at least Iâll be missing my meeting with Strauss,â I sigh in relief.Â
âIt was at twelve, right?â Spencer asks.Â
âYeah,â you respond with a nod.
âStatistically the average wait time to be rescued from an elevator is less than an hour,â Spencer continues, checking his watch. âThat means you could still make it in time.âÂ
âNow thatâs just what I wanted to hear,â you say sarcastically, earning a grin from Morgan.Â
âWe can only hope we wonât be in here for that long,â Hotch mutters, his impatience visible as he leans uncomfortably against the elevator doors.Â
âOkay⌠so now what? Want to go over a case to pass the time?âÂ
âNo, no cases please,â Morgan groans. âWeâve had three in a row. Iâm done.âÂ
âMorgan is right. Weâve done enough cases in the past few days.â Hotch agrees.Â
You mutter an âalrightâ as you sit down with your back against the elevator wall, smoothing out the crinkles in your skirt. The others look at you with uncertainty. Eventually Reid decides to sit next to you, exchanging a soft smile. Morgan follows suit, sitting in front of you. Hotch remains standing. You leave him be and turn to Spencer.Â
âSo Reid, Iâm sure youâve got enough interesting facts to pass the time.âÂ
Spencer looks surprised by the request, not used to directly being asked to share his facts, but his eyes quickly brighten, eager to share. âWell, actually, there are a lot of interesting things to say about elevators. There are approximately 20 million elevators worldwide,â you chuckle at his obvious enthusiasm. âThe first elevator was created in 236 B.C. by Archimedes, a Greek mathematician. He used a water wheel and tied animals together with rope to create a lift mechanism.â You hum in interest. âThey used lifts in the Colosseum, right?âÂ
âYes! Exactly!â he responds excitedly. âThe system was powered by eight men who would turn this massive wooden shaft connected to ropes. It could hold more than 600 pounds!âÂ
âOh come on,â Derek says, his hand falling to his knee. âYouâre telling me youâre actually interested in the mechanics of ancient elevators?â.Â
Hotch glances at Morgan, silently agreeing with Derekâs skepticism.Â
âDerek MorganâŚâ you feign offense, placing a hand on your chest. âDonât act like Iâm not curious about knowledge. At least Spenceâs got something interesting to say.âÂ
Spencer blushes faintly, appreciating your defense.Â
âHey, I know facts too,â Morgan says smugly. âHow about there being 7000 languages in the world today.âÂ
âThe overall number is actually closer to 8000,â Spencer corrects him. âYou only counted verbal communication.âÂ
âYou guys are going to have a facts competition now?â You ask, bewildered. âItâs way too hot in here. I need some light conversation.â
âI agree,â Hotch mutters. âIt is getting a little warm.â
You glance up at the AC in the corner of the elevator, which is clearly not working. It probably shut down along with the power. Thereâs a brief silence before Reid speaks up again.Â
âI never thought Iâd be trapped in an elevator with my colleagues,â he muses. âItâs a little clichĂŠ.â
âCliche, how?â Hotch asks, intrigued despite himself.Â
âYou know how, in movies, a group of people get stuck in an elevator and they have to learn to overcome their differences to escape?âÂ
You shake your head in confusion, âI think I only know the dirty movies where they get stuck in an elevator,â you laugh.Â
Spencer blinks at you, clearly thrown off. Derek chuckles at the scene, and even Hotch manages a faint smile.Â
âI shouldâve known youâve only watched the dirty ones,â Derek teases.Â
âWhat about you, pretty boy? Ever seen a dirty movie?â He asks Spencer, grinning.Â
Reid looks flustered. âI grew up in Vegas⌠Iâve seen some things.âÂ
âAh, Vegas,â you say, sighing dreamily. âThe place where you canât drive for a minute without seeing a giant porn billboard.â
Morgan grins, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. âSounds like my kind of place.âÂ
You laugh and kick his leg playfully. Morgan winks at you, enjoying the lighthearted banter. You glance up at Hotch, who is still the only one standing.Â
âWhat about you, Hotch? Whatâs your favorite dirty movie?â You ask with a mischievous grin, but your expression quickly drops when you see his stern look.Â
âWatch it, Y/L/N.â Hotch warns.
âCome on, Hotch,â Derek says. âLet loose a little!â
âSee it as the universeâs sign.â I press on.Â
âHow is being stuck in here a sign of the universe?â Hotch asks, brows raised.
âWell, no way would you willingly take a break yourself. Now the universe got you stuck in here and is forcing you to relax,â you explain, with a playful gleam in your eyes.Â
To everyoneâs surprise, he slowly lowers himself to the floor, sitting down next to you.Â
You exchange surprised looks with Derek and Spencer. All amazed at how you managed to get Hotch to sit down.
The next few minutes are spent in comfortable silence, scared to say something that will make Hotch change his mind. Youâre glad he joined you, but itâs hard to ignore the rising temperature now that another person is sitting in close proximity to you.Â
âHow long has it been?â you ask, fanning yourself with your blazer. âIâm starting to sweat.â
âThirty-five minutes so far,â Derek replies, following your lead and fanning himself.Â
Hotch looks mildly uncomfortable, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Spencer, however, looks the most miserable using the collar of his sweater vest to wipe his face.Â
âYou guys should take your jackets off,â you suggest, eyeing Morgan and Hotch.Â
You donât need to tell Derek twice, as he removes his jacket, revealing a black short sleeved shirt that looks a lot more comfortable. Hotch looks reluctant to do the same, but eventually gives in, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt collar. You take a peak as he reveals his broad, muscled shoulders for a moment, before readjusting his shirt. Hotch notices your glance and his eyes shoot up to yours, catching you in the moment as your cheeks flush. You quickly look away.Â
âOh, sheâs enjoying the view, alright,â Derek smirks and you give him a warning glance.
âShut up. I was just surprised Hotch would give in.âÂ
Morgan grins and nudges Hotch with his elbow, âLook at that, Hotch. Youâre surprising us all today. First you smile and now youâre taking your jacket off. Whatâs next, dancing a jig?â You and Spencer snort at his comment. Hotch rolls his eyes at Morganâs teasing but canât help a small smile from appearing on his lips.Â
Spencer struggles with his vest and you give him a hand. âHere, let me help youâ, you say as you scoot closer, pulling the vest over his head. The fabric feels soft, but incredibly warm in your hands. You donât know how he managed to keep it on for this long. Reid is taken aback for a moment, but mutters a soft thanks. Morgan and Hotch watch the exchange with interest, clearly amused at the sight of you being so forward with Reid.
âNow itâs your turn, youâre the one who insisted,â Morgan states, and you canât help but agree as you take your blazer off, giving a satisfied hum at the immediate relief.
âIâll open up some buttons too, if you donât mind,â you announce as your fingers start working on your blouse. You donât give them a chance to respond, since it seems only fair. Their eyes widen at your gesture, all of them staring at the sight of your blouse slightly opening up. Morgan lets out a low whistle, âNow thatâs a nice view.â
âYouâre insufferable,â you scoff as you stop unbuttoning, showing just a hint of your lacy bra. Morganâs eyes linger on the sight, clearly enjoying the view. Hotch and Reid look like theyâre struggling to keep their cool. Reid is the most flustered of all, turning bright red as he focuses on his hands. Morgan glances around at the others, seeing them struggle to keep themselves composed.Â
He chuckles and shakes his head, enjoying the effect youâre having on them. âYou know, youâre driving all of us a little crazy here, sweetheart.âÂ
You let out a small huff, âGive me a break. Youâre wearing shortsleeves, Iâm the one wearing a blouse.âÂ
Hotch speaks up, his gaze lingering on your blouse. âThat blouse does seem a bit warm.âÂ
âThank you!â You say, glad someone is on your side.Â
Hotch eyes stay focused on you though, or specifically the bit of exposed collarbone and the lace thatâs hugged around the swell of your breast. Your breathing heaves when you find Spencer taking occasional peaks as well, watching with a mixture of awe and embarrassment, finding difficulty in looking away.Â
âLetâs just all take our shirts off, I want it to be fairâ, you quickly exclaim, done with the heavy tension thatâs driving you crazy. Hotch and Morgan exchange amused glances as Spencer eyes turn big, taking in your proposal.Â
âAll our shirts, are you sure about that?â Derek asks, a hint of surprise in his voice.Â
âThen at least you wonât eye me like that.âÂ
âOh, I think Iâll eye you only more.â Derek teases, licking his lips.Â
âJust take your damn shirt off.âÂ
Derek chuckles and raises his hands in surrender, âAlright, alright. No need to get feisty.â He says as he lifts his shirt off in a smooth motion. Itâs a known fact that Derek is jacked, but seeing him in a setting like this, abs glistening with sweat and pupils still dilated from looking at you, is on a whole ânother level.Â
Youâre glad the attention is taken away from your peering eyes as Hotch follows suit, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a clearly defined muscular chest with just a hint of hair. You start doubting your suggestion as it feels like the room is only growing hotter. You look over at Spencer, seeing whether heâll be the next. Spencer hesitates for a moment, his eyes darting between the otherâs bare chests and your unbuttoned blouse. His chest heaving with his breath, suggesting that heâs more affected than heâs letting on.Â
âCome on, pretty boy. Join the party.â Derek says.
âIâll go first,â you assure Spencer, not wanting him to suffer under peer pressure. Your hands start working on the buttons. Spencerâs eyes widened at the scene in front of him.
âSee, itâs not that hard,â you reassure Spencer, folding your blouse and placing it next to you.Â
âI donât know about that. Youâre making things pretty hard, baby girl.â Morgan comments, making you laugh.Â
âYouâre way too dirty for your own good.âÂ
Morgan grins. âCan you blame me? I mean, look at you. Youâre looking mighty tempting right now.â
You softly smile at the compliment and focus back on Spencer. âYouâll feel a lot cooler, I promise,â you encourage.Â
âI donât know. Iâm not as⌠toned as the others.â It hurts you to hear how heâs comparing himself to his colleagues.Â
âDo you truly think I care about that?â You ask him. âItâs not a competition. I just want you to feel comfortable,â you speak genuinely. Spencer looks up at you, his eyes searching yours for any signs of mockery or deception. When he finds none, his face softens and he nods. He lifts his shirt over his head, revealing a body no less impressive than the others.Â
âNot too bad, pretty boy. Youâre looking pretty good without that vest on.â Derek compliments.Â
âYou do,â You agree, as you fold his shirt and place it on top of my blouse. Spencer gives you a sheepish smile, grateful for your help. Glad he decided to take his shirt off as he felt the cool air hit his chest, âYeah, that does feel better.âÂ
You look around the room, the scene for sure one to be put down in the history books of the BAU. âI think itâs safe to say weâve entered a new step in our colleague bonding,â you awkwardly chuckle, trying to lighten the mood but the air feels charged with an unspoken tension thatâs impossible to ignore. You can feel their eyes on you, the way they linger, the weight of their gazes following your every movement. You try to ignore it, to stay professional, but your body betrays you. You shift slightly, adjusting your skirt, and thatâs when you feel it - the subtle brush of Hotchâs fingers caressing your arm.
You swallow hard as you look away. The air around you is suddenly too tight. You want to curse your body as your nipples harden under his steady gaze, there being no way to blame it on the cold. Derek notices the exchange and leans in, the heat between you two palpable.Â
His voice is low and husky, âYou're all worked up, sweetheart. Donât think we havenât noticed.âÂ
Your pulse quickens, the sound of your heartbeat almost drowning out his words. âIâm not the only one,â you counter, voice quieter, but the challenge in it is unmistakable. You feel Spencer shift next to you, his body tense as he feels like heâs been caught staring at your chest. âDonât be shy, genius,â Derek teases. âWeâre all thinking the same thing right now.â You canât help but smile at Spencerâs flustered look. âItâs⌠Itâs hard not to, when you-â He cuts himself off, his voice faltering as his eyes dart away from your breasts.Â
Hotch is still standing by the door, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches the dynamic play out. âWeâve been stuck in here long enough. I think itâs safe to say we all want and feel the same thing.â The air thickens with desire as he dares to say the thought thatâs been occupying everyoneâs mind. You glance at the others, seeing how Spencer is adjusting himself in his pants and the way Derek is watching you, his gaze so intense it almost feels like heâs touching you.Â
âGuess itâs only fair if we all just⌠give in to it,â you murmur, your eyes flicking between them. The suggestion is there, unspoken but understood.Â
From there on everything feels like a blur. You hear Hotch growl behind you as he wraps his bicep around your neck, pulling you in as his lips crash against yours. You whimper against his mouth, which gives him the opportunity to let his tongue slide in. You welcome his tongue with yours as your hand moves to squeeze the arm around your neck, making full use of the circumstances to feel up on his muscles.Â
âYouâre always driving me crazy when wearing this skirt,â Hotch groans in your ear as his teeth pull on your earlobe. You can find no other way to respond than let out a high pitched sound of enjoyment as his free hand kneads your ass through your pencil skirt. Spencer watches the scene unfold in front of him. How his boss roughly grabs and kisses you, manhandling you.Â
 âI- I donât know about thisâŚâ Spencer stammers.Â
Morgan turns to him, breaking the intense gaze he had on you and Hotch. âDonât worry Reid, sheâs enjoying it.âÂ
âAre you sure?â Spencer asks, uncertainty in his voice as Hotch is pulling on your hair, giving him access to plant kisses and bites on your neck.Â
Morgan grins, âLet me show you how sure I am,â he says as he steps towards you and Hotch. He rolls your skirt up to your stomach and lets his fingers slide over your panties, cursing when it easily slips between your folds, creating a wet sound. You moan at the friction, not in the state to feel embarrassed by how wet you are.Â
âSee Reid, she loves it,â Derek points out, licking his lips as he pulls your damp panties to the side. Spencer lets out a groan as Derek reveals your glistening pussy, his hand subconsciously squeezing the bulge in his pants for any form of release.
âLet me see,â Hotch insists, removing his lips from your neck. Derek slides a finger through your folds and proudly displays the stickiness to Hotch.Â
âYouâre such a little slut, arenât you?,â Hotch whispers, his nose pressed against the side of your face. âJust been begging to get in a situation like this so we could all fuck you the way you deserve.â You whimper at his dirty words and hot breath on your skin. Your legs feel like jelly as he grinds himself against your ass. Derek continues to apply pressure with his hand as he lets his fingers rub up and down your lips and clit.Â
Spencerâs eyes are burning holes in your chest. He just canât understand how no one has touched your lovely tits, while theyâve been teasing him the entire time.Â
âYou can come here Spence,â you purr, hypnotizing him to walk towards you. He swallows as heâs close enough to touch you, close enough to hear all the little sounds youâre making as youâre being touched all over.Â
âCan I-?â You donât let Spencer finish his question as you quickly nod, throwing your head back as his finger grazes over your nipple, sending a direct spark of pleasure to your clit.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â he whispers mostly to himself in awe as he cups your breast, the shape fitting perfectly in his large hand.Â
âThank you,â you whisper back. Itâs ironic how his sweet compliment is the thing that's making you shy.
Derek slips a finger inside of you with ease, and you bite your lip to hold back your mewls. âDonât do that. I like the way you sound.â Spencer encourages, resulting in another moan from you, loving the effect his words have on you.Â
Hotch unclasps your bra from behind and Spencer helps him by pulling your straps down, letting your breasts fall free. Hotch grabs your left breast, kneading it with his strong, calloused hands as he rolls your nipple in between his fingers. Spencer uses the momentary distraction to bend down and experimentally licks your nipple, humming at the sensation. He gives a couple more licks to your breast as he pulls your nipple in between his lips, sucking on it as he flicks his tongue against the sensitive bud.Â
You feel overwhelmed by the way all of your erogenous zones are stimulated at once; Hotch licking and biting on your neck and ear, while massaging your breast and grinding his hardness against your ass. Spencerâs swollen lips and wet tongue tracing over your nipple as Derek caresses your thighs as he adds a second finger into your pussy. You realize that this is what pleasure is supposed to be like. The zones on your body are all connected and you havenât experienced true bliss until those spots get triggered at the same time.Â
âMorgan, is she ready?â Hotch asks, breathing heavily.Â
âMore than ready, sir,â Derek grins as he takes a step back. He lets his fingers slide out of you, making you whimper at the loss of contact, but then Hotch turns you around so that your chest is pressed up against the elevator doors where he was standing.Â
âI need you for myself,â he groans. Derek tosses a condom from his jeans and Hotch catches it, ripping the package with his teeth while pulling his trousers down to his knees, not wanting to let a single moment go to waste. Your hands are pressed against the wall as he slowly enters you.Â
âOh my god⌠I feel so full,â you whine and you swear you could feel him grin as you register that heâs not even fully inside of you. You let out a long breath as you feel his balls make contact with your ass.Â
âYouâre doing okay there, princess?â Derek chuckles and you nod. Hotch slowly moves his length out of you as he slams his hips back in with a groan. You gasp as you wrap your hand around the back of his head, keeping yourself steady as he continues thrusting into you. His growls feel hot against your neck. His sweaty chest pressed up against your back, leaving you completely in his grasp.
âYou feel that angel? How your pussy swallows my cock?â You let out a cry as you nod your head in agreement.Â
âI donât understand Y/N. Youâre a big girl, use your words.âÂ
âOh godâŚââ Your head spins as he pounds into you. âIâm not going to tell you again Y/N, use your words.â He orders.Â
âYes!ââ you cry out. ââGod yes Aaron, it feels so good. I can feel you so deep inside of me.âÂ
âSay my name again.â He moans as his hand trails down your stomach until it reaches your swollen bud. âAaron, please⌠Iâm so, so close.â He gives some quick taps to your clit, making you squirm in pleasure as your knees give out. His strong hands grip you by the waist and he hoists you back up on his dick. âIâm almost there honey, you can keep it up, be good for me.âÂ
You let out a string of whines as he uses the palm of his hand to swiftly move against your folds, indirectly bringing pleasure to your clit. You canât take it any more, pressing your nails into his arms as you crouch down in front of him, shaking as your release hits you. Hotch groans loudly as his dick slips out of your pussy. His dick twitches as he takes off the condom, painting your back with hot spurts of cum.
You have your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath as youâre still riding down your orgasm. You hum as you feel the soft material of Spencerâs sweater vest against your back, cleaning you up.Â
âYou okay?â Spencer asks, kneeled in front of you. You nod your head and softly smile at his tenderness.Â
âYeah. I feel really, really good.â You answer, making Spencer return your smile. With him in front of you, you notice the visible outline of his bulge pressed against his thigh and reach out to touch it. Your fingers lightly brush over his length, causing him to shudder.Â
âDo you want me to take care of you?â You ask sensually, looking in his eyes.Â
âNot really,â he responds, taking you by surprise. He sees your expression and quickly corrects himself. âItâs not like I donât want you to! Iâd- Iâd love you to doâŚâ, heâs not actually sure what you planned on doing to him. âWhatever you would do. I just-,â his voice softens, meeting your gaze. âI really need to know what you taste like.âÂ
Your cheeks warm, feeling your arousal grow. âOkay,â you exhale. Spencer extends his hand, helping you up. You find your blazer and bundle it up for Spencer to lay his head on. Youâre amazed at how willing he is to get down on the floor, ready to eat you out in a very nontraditional and arguable unsanitized way. You hover over his face as you get down on your knees, letting out a hum as his breath tingles your pussy. Spencer kneads your calves and runs his hands up the back of your thighs. He tilts his head up, placing a wet kiss on your inner thigh.
âFeels good,â you mumble. Spencer responds with a hum against your skin, the vibration causing you to moan. He grabs your thighs, slowly pulling them further apart. âI canât wait to taste you,â he admits, sticking out his tongue and licking a stripe up your folds. You moan, arching your back. Through hooded eyes you spot the figure of Hotch. Heâs sitting against the wall in front of you, lazily stroking his half hard length as he stares at you.Â
Just when you were about to question where Morgan was, you catch him in your periphery. He holds your gaze as he approaches, coming to a stop right in front of you. His belt buckle hangs open, but it doesnât look like heâs touched himself.Â
âIf you donât mind, Iâd really like to take up on that offer genius here denied.â You grin at him, hands reaching out to his belt. Spencer is keeping himself busy, licking and sucking up your juices. You pull Derekâs pants down, gasping as his dick springs free, slapping against his happy trail. You groan in delight as you wrap your hand around his shaft. He tilts his head back at the contact. âFuck baby, your hands feel so warm and soft.â You lean forward and let some of your spit dribble down on his dick, making him hiss. You move your thumb in circles over his tip, mixing your saliva with his precum. When it feels like itâs wet enough, you move your hand up and down his length in a steady motion.
His tip grows red and you cannot resist licking your lips before putting your mouth on him. He feels heavy in your mouth as you take him in deeper, stimulating him with your tongue as you suck. His hands tangle in your hair, holding you as he moves in sync with your movements.Â
Spencer moves a hand up the curve of your ass while he uses the other to unbuckle his belt. He slides his hand in his pants, rubbing himself over his boxers as he relishes in your taste. His lips nibble on your labia as his nose tickles against your clit.Â
âDonât get distracted, baby girl,â Derek states, softly pushing your head back down. You swallow around him and try to up your pace. Derek takes your breast in his hand, massaging it. As your nipples harden he takes one in between his fingers, pulling on it. You gasp at the sensation, making his dick slide deeper down your throat.Â
âFuck! Right there baby, that feels so good,â he pants. You blink away tears, continuing the steady movement of your head and swirls of your tongue.Â
Spencerâs dick starts feeling too hot in his boxers and he pulls it out, so that it lays against his stomach. Your pussy is absolutely dripping because of the swipes of Spencerâs tongue and the taste of Derek in your mouth. Spencer canât keep up with licking you clean, your wetness dripping down his chin. He reaches out to grab his length, the skin to skin contact overstimulating him.Â
You notice Spencer getting restless underneath you. Derekâs dick pops out of your mouth. âAre you okay, Spence?â You ask. He hums against your clit in response, you let out a high pitched moan and instinctively bend your knees. âSorry,â you apologize as you want to tilt your hips back up, but Spencer pulls you back down by your thighs, making you sit on his face.
âOh godâŚâ You moan as he starts devouring you. He keeps a hand firm on your ass as he starts jerking himself off to the beautiful sounds that youâre making. You lazily tug on Derekâs cock, too distracted by Spencerâs tongue.Â
âOh Spencer, Iâm going to cum,â you whimper, mouth open and brows furrowed in pleasure. You start grinding yourself on his tongue, seeking your release. You find the perfect spot and Spencer presses the tip of his tongue against your clit, as you fall undone. Spencer laps up your juices and squeezes the load out of his dick as it splatters on his belly. You lift your hips to give Spencer some space. He moves away, joining you on his knees as he sits behind you, pressing featherlight kisses to your back.Â
âIâm not gonna last that much longer,â Derek announces, whoâs been stroking himself to your orgasm. âCome here, then,â you invite as you take him back in your mouth. Placing a hand on his thigh for support, you use all of the energy that is left in you to suck him off. Your free hand reaches out to play with his balls, which seems to be the trigger for him.
âFuck, Y/N, baby, Iâm going to cum!â He groans deeply as he fills your mouth. You quickly swallow his load, eyes watering as he pulls you in by your head, needing your lips on him as he rides out the aftershocks.Â
âFuck⌠Youâre amazing, sweetheart.â He sighs, letting go of your hair so that you can catch your breath.Â
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âWho the hell is in there?âÂ
The voice outside is sharp and gruff. Everyoneâs heads whip around, startled. Hotch swiftly buckles his belt as he strides towards the elevator doors.
âThis is SSA Aaron Hotchner of the BAU. Iâm stuck here with three of my agents.âÂ
The voice responds quickly, dripping with disbelief. "Why didnât you morons use the emergency button?"
Your colleagues look at each other, then shift their gaze to you, all with accusing looks plastered on their faces.
"Hey, donât look at me! Iâm the first one that pressed the red button!" You say in defense.Â
The voice outside huffs in frustration. "Red? It's a black button."
You blink in surprise, your gaze snapping to the panel. You crawl up to get a better look, and sure enough, there's a black button, boldly labeled âEMERGENCY.â
"What in the world?" you mutter under your breath. "Then what the hell is the red button for?!"
The voice outside laughs sarcastically. "How the hell am I supposed to know? Iâve been working here for six months. Donât blame me because you canât read." He pauses, clearly shaking his head. "FBI agents, my ass."
You blink in disbelief. You share an incredulous glance with Derek, then burst out laughing, your frustration giving way to amusement. "Seriously?" you mutter, shaking your head.Â
Derek notices how Spencerâs been unusually quiet. âSpeak up, kid,â he urged.Â
âIâve known what the buttons do the entire time,â he says, voice casual.
You and Hotch both turn to look at him, eyes wide. âWhat?!â You both exclaim at the same time.Â
Spencer shrugs, a playful glint in his eyes. âI told you about those movies where people overcome their differences to try to escape. I wanted to see how we would solve it.â
Derekâs mouth drops open. âYouâve been sitting here the whole time knowing exactly what to do and didnât say anything?!âÂ
Spencer smiles, looking almost proud of himself. âItâs a team-building exercise,â he says matter-of-factly. âDonât tell me that you didnât enjoy it.â
You shake your head, laughing in disbelief. âYouâre unbelievable, Reid.â
As if on cue, the elevator jolts, and the soft ding of the doors opening fills the space.
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Hey, I found a beanie boo that I liked the design of but I can't stand those giant uguu eyes. Do you think it would be possible to replace them with smaller safety eyes akin to the old beanie babies? If yes, do you have any advice?
I was gonna answer this in a normal way, but then I got curious about trying it for myself and thought I might as well demonstrate!
So, I went and picked up a guy from the supermarket. The selection there was pretty barren today but I found a decent test subject:
Eye replacement procedure below!
(First of all, to my friend who loves beanie boos, I am so sorry for this lmao)
So! First I opened up the closing seam on his back. However, I found an extra mesh barrier inside! Clearly this is to prevent bean escape since this is the most likely seam to accidentally pop open through play. This would be a bit annoying to work around so I just sewed it back up and went in the back of the head insteadâŚ
Opened and unstuffed the headâŚ
âŚAnd turning it inside out to get to the backs of the eyes. Whoa, these plastic washers are the biggest Iâve ever seen!! Cutting through them will take some work!
Please be very careful of your fingers cutting through these!! Be careful not to cut the fabric around the eye too, but mostly be careful of yourself!
Anyway grrrrrrr attack attack slice slice grrrr
Theyâre out! With a little glue I think the washers would be able to hold on perfectly well again. Iâll keep these eyes to reuse on something where theyâll be a bit more proportional!
The washers on these eyes are particularly cup shaped, fitting around the back of the eye and holding the fabric tightly against them. Now that the eyes are removed, this has left imprints on the fur!
Plenty of brushing and rumfling will help to fix the creased and flattened areas of fur, and wetting the fur or gently steaming over a hot cup of water should help too. It might take a little time!
(Also, I did make a little cut in the cheek while removing a washer, oops! No worries, that can be stitched up.)
Now we can try on a few new eye styles! Restuff the head for now so you can see how theyâll look.
I have a few sizes of solid black, from teeny dots to absolute tbh creatureâŚ
These blue eyes were a little scary⌠no thanks!
I even have some glittery ones like the original, but smaller! Pretty nice actually!
And even some googly eyes hehehe!
But my favourite eyes were some basic 9mm black ones! They are placed a little funny here, but the position will change a little bitâŚ
The holes left by the original eyes were very big, so a couple of stitches are needed on each one to tighten them up to fit the new eyes. I stitched the top outer corners, to move the holes down and inwards a bit. If you wanted, you could even sew them closed completely and make new eye holes elsewhere!
Unstuff again and pop those new eyes in!
Restuff! You might actually need to add a little extra stuffing, as the fabric not being so pulled around the eyes any more will mean it is a little âbaggierâ.
Then sew the head closed again and thatâs about it! The fur is still a little creased around mine, but Iâll keep working at it and it should become less visible.
To add a tiny bit more shape to the big round head, I also did a touch of threadsculpting. I ran a thread from the corner of each eye to below the chin and back, just pulling the eyes in a tad more. You might decide you donât need this!
And there we go! Hope youâll try it yourself!
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The Blind Cave Hippocampus
Image Description: A drawing of a hippocampus that looks like a fetal horse on the front and a cave salamander on the back. The image is surrounded by notes on the creature. The notes read:
The dark spots are vestigial eyes that can sense changes in light.
The textured feet help it grip wet rocks.
Blood vessels, bones and organs are visible through the hippocampusâ thin hide. A layer of mucus offers some protection to its sensitive skin, but they are rarely out of the water for long and cannot tolerate direct sunlight.
They have no teeth
It breathes clouds of heavier than air gasses that it uses to kill its prey. This is an instinctive reaction they cannot be trained out of. Anyone attempting to handle them must use safety gear.
Once its prey is dead it drags the carcass into the water and wedges it under a rock until it has decayed enough to be mostly liquid. Then the cave hippocampus slurps up its meal.
A Blind Cave Hippocampus can go several years between meals, much longer than other species of hippocampus.
An explorer approaches a pool containing a cave hippocampus. Protected by a respirator and bottled air, the human has little to fear from the creature. The Blind Cave Hippocampus will rarely physically attack a conscious target out of fear of injury.
Another monster from the Pool Kelpie discussion. Remember the best way to avoid dying in a cave is to stay out of caves.
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drunk in love (bnd legal line) Ë Âˇ .
bnd when they're drunk/when you're drunk , bnd x fem!reader , legal line reactions/headcanons , fluff , some suggestive sprinkles here and there , established relationship
more under the cut!
a/n: thank you for the request anonie! <3 this was so fun to write
sungho Ë â・Ë
when you are drunk
đâË if you call sungho while you're drunk at a friend's house, he'll be there in record time! he's not letting you go home alone or with someone else. he's going to make sure that you get home safe himself
đâË sungho is the best drunk sitter ever </3 he's making sure you are consistently drinking water throughout the night, getting food into your stomach the whole time (and rewarding you with kisses along the way!), and making sure you don't fall off of a roof or something
đâË at parties, he watches your cup the entire time, placing his hand over the top when you lean in to hug a friend, holding it for you while you go to the bathroom and everything!!! like he does not play about your safety at all
đâË if you start to get a little too out of hand, he knows it's time to take you home </3 and if you complain and pout about it, he'll just sigh and try to give you an incentive to cooperate like getting to steal all of his hoodies for a month (and of course, you give in!)
đâË throws you over his shoulder and carries you away when it's time to go and you're too drunk to walk >< pats your butt when you tell him to put you down lol
đâË helps you change into one of his big t-shirts and spoons you to sleep, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head, whispering 'i love yous' into your ear until you fall asleep <3
when he is drunk
đâË i see sungho as someone with a pretty high tolerance, so it may take him a few drinks to start visibly showing that he's drunk
đâË the first sign would be how he laughs at everything. full on belly laughs, slapping his knee, falling over and it'll simply be because someone pronounced a word wrong or something >< like that is ijbol king
đâË sungho is an extrovert, yes, but he becomes the extrovert's final boss when he's drunk. he pretty much carries the conversation, but he probably is a little volume deaf too, like he gets really loud and hyper (at least he's cute though)
đâË he doesn't really get emotional, but his emotions are more raw for sure!! he might end up in an argument with someone at some point in the night if he's left alone for too long, so please keep an eye on him!!!
đâË he'll probably want to kiss you a lot. like even more than usual, and that's saying something. you'll be talking with a friend and he'll come up from behind you and slip an arm around your waist before pressing a kiss to your cheek and then he disappears again >< or if you two are just drinking alone, he'll peck your lips literally while you are in the middle of a sentence :C his impulse control is nonexistent when he's drunk like partner pretty so he kiss! it's that simple!
đâË getting home with sungho would be a personal podcast in your ear... he's going to be talking the entire time with exaggerated gestures, recapping his entire lift story because his filter completely disappears when he's drunk!!! and getting him to sleep is even harder </3 he'll be silent for a few minutes before asking you yet another question, so you have to kiss his lips and shush him to sedate him <3
Ë âď˝ĄË riwoo
when you are drunk
đâË loves when you're all over him <3 sitting in his lap as you laugh with friends, kissing him all over his face, running your fingers through his hair... it makes him so happy
đâË will gladly take pictures of you if you ask! pretends to be your paparazzi like "miss y/n!!! over here!!!" before snapping a picture all dramatically while you pose like you're on the front cover of vogue <3 just silly and fun
đâË if you're under the influence, he'll want to make sure you have the most carefree, stress-free, most enjoyable experience possible! he'll compliment you the whole night so you never forget how pretty you are, makes sure you don't go past your limit, and piggybacks you while holding your heels <3
đâË smiles at you so fondly when you drunkenly ramble to him <3 he gives you the most cartoonish reactions to everything you're saying, and when you realize he's not actually listening and just admiring how cute you are, he just laughs softly and kisses you, urging you to continue
đâË feeds you throughout the night so you don't feel too sick in the morning!! as soon as you take a break from talking, he's putting a cracker in your mouth and telling you to chew lol
đâË very gentle when he lets you know it's time to go home, waiting patiently for you to finish saying goodbye to all your friends (even if it's the entire room of people) <3 after you surprise him with another kiss attack as soon as you step foot inside the home, he manages to get you into bed, removing your makeup for you once you're asleep, treating you like you're a piece of glass </3 he loves you sm
when he is drunk
đâË riwoo brings sweetheart energy to the function like <3 he's not that talkative when he's tipsy, choosing to just observe the scene with a smile on his face. you'll probably have to pull him up out of his seat to get him to mingle lol
đâË as soon as he hits the dance floor though, it's sooooo over!!! his hands will be on your hips as you guys dance, laughing into your ear, hyping you up as you break it down like!!! he'll be really touchy too, holding you from behind as he whispers into your ear, grinding into you from behind just to tease ><
đâË he'll probably eat a lot before drinking so he doesn't get too drunk, but it honestly never works </3 thankfully, he's able to stay pretty level-headed when he's drunk, so you never have to worry too much
đâË when he's drunk drunk, riwoo probably slurs his words a lot, and gets really giggly, and really corny. he'll crack the worst joke you've ever heard and then laugh at it because he thought it was the funniest thing ever (and please indulge him </3 he's too cute to not fake laugh at his jokes)
đâË i see him as the type to turn into jell-o when he gets really drunk. like he'll be leaning on you the entire time because if you let go, he's going straight to the floor. getting him to bed would be an entire workout because he just goes limp randomly and trips on air every three seconds pls
đâË riwoo definitely likes to be babied when he's drunk ^___^ he'll be giggling the entire time as you help him get his shoes off and change into more comfortable clothes like "riwoo, lift your arms up!" and he's doing it with the widest smile on his face (and if you tell him about it when he's sober, he'll be soooo embarrassed </3)
jaehyun Ë â・Ë
when you are drunk
đâË jaehyun is probably half-concerned/half-entertained the entire time </3 he's laughing whenever you stumble over your own feet, but his hands are quick to steady you to make sure you don't hurt yourself!!!
đâË records you with a big smile on his face when you're dancing on tables, cheering you on the entire time. but if your skirt starts riding up, he's quick to grab you down with his hands around your waist before helping you pull your skirt down <3
đâË taps his cheek whenever he wants a kiss because he knows that you love to kiss him when you're drunk </3 it becomes a game between the two of you during the night, where he taps his cheek randomly and you stop whatever you're doing to kiss him lol
đâË indulges you in all of your drunken activities! if you want to race him down the road barefoot, he's right there with you, his shoes tossed off to the side at the ready mark. or if you want to see who can do the most cartwheels, he wraps his jacket around your waist before the competition starts and then shows off that he can do more than you!
đâË if you're reaching your limit, he gently takes your cup from your hands with a little "alright, that's enough for you" and if you whine, he kisses your nose and goes "how about some water instead, hm?" and you reluctantly agree because he's just so sweet
đâË he's so subtle with the way he cares for you, you barely even notice what's going on. you're too busy having the time of your life to realize that jaehyun has already gotten you home, washed up and changed as you talk his ear off in your drunken haze >< he responds to everything while multi-tasking, making sure you get tucked in on your side just in case before you drift off <3
when he is drunk
đâË jaehyun clingy drunk agenda! he'll always want to have his hands on you in some way, whether it be hugging you from behind, holding your hand, or resting his head on your shoulder!
đâË probably needs to be bodyguarded when he first starts drinking. please do not dare him to do anything because he will do it. and he will prove that he can do it better than anyone has ever seen.
đâË although his energy is usually always at 100%, i think he mellows out a bit when he's really drunk. at first, when he's simply tipsy, he's the life of the party! cracking jokes with everyone, sparking up a conversation with anyone in his vicinity, even he's dancing on tables lol but once he gets really drunk, he gets a little quieter and sticks to your side!! (that's when you know it's time to take him home)
đâË jaehyun can get pretty emotional when he's drunk too. he could probably cry just from thinking about how much he loves you!! you won't even notice that he started to cry until he's sniffling, dabbing at his eyes :< and if you ask him what's wrong, he'll just be like "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." and you're just like ???<3???<3??? because it'll come out of nowhere lol
đâË if you aren't with him at a party or something, he'll probably text you the entire time. just like paragraphs of how much he misses you, and how he loves you so so so so much, and he'll even send you cute drunk selfies so you know he is safe and having a good time!
đâË jaehyun can get very very needy when he's drunk! you could be chilling at home when he comes back from a friend's house and he'll be all over you, nuzzling his nose into your neck, kissing your shoulder, subtly trying to rub against your leg because he forgets to use his words :<
Ë âď˝ĄË taesan
when you are drunk
đâË #1 instigator. he thinks that you are so funny when you're drunk >< how you'll do and say literally anything without a second thought and he encourages it even. it's cute to him
đâË like if you get into a rap battle with a random busker on the street, he's throwing imaginary money and tossing in random adlibs like he's a soundcloud rapper girlfriend lol
đâË always has an arm over your shoulder, holding you close to his side because you look so good and he doesn't want anyone to think you are single and try to hit on you! keeps you close to him at all times
đâË nothing really fazes him and he's good at keeping calm. like if you start to throw up, he'll simply hold your hair out of your face and rub your back softly before cleaning you up with a tiny smile. or if you suddenly burst out into tears, he's cooing at you, wiping your cheeks with his thumb, placing kissing on your nose <3
đâË but if you're blackout drunk, way past your limit, he gets really serious >< he'll sit you on the kitchen counter and make sure you drink a bunch of water, his eyes on you like a hawk. he'll rub your knee comfortingly to keep you present, praising you every few seconds for doing so well for him
đâË he'll tease you so much once you're sober, recounting all of the crazy things you did while you were drunk >< and when you start to get embarrassed, he wraps you up in his arms and reassures you that you are still cute to him no matter what <3
when he is drunk
đâË yapper. like. he's going to be talking soooo much!!! just about anything and everything, stumbling and slurring over his words as he recounts how he saw a squirrel earlier that day or something. shares wayyyy too many tmis too
đâË he definitely loosens up more when he's drunk. his composure and attention span goes straight out the window. he's usually pretty composed when he's sober for the most part, but as soon as he gets a few drinks in his system, something in him flips like a switch
đâË please do not let him pick up the karaoke mic oh my... he's going to attempt to have a rap battle with you or try to belt out the highest notes possible. he'll put on an entire show for your whole friend group!!! he might even join in on drinking games and stuff
đâË wanders off easily, so please can an eye on him!! he'll get distracted by every single thing, his feet carrying him away without a second thought >< you might even lose him for an hour, and then find him sitting in the kitchen eating a bag of chips with someone's hat on and a mustache drawn on his face
đâË taesan can get pretty pouty when he's drunk too. especiallyyyy if you're not giving him as much attention as he wants! you could be laughing with some friends and taesan will be sitting next to you with his arms crossed and the biggest kitty pout on his face ever because? why aren't you laughing with him!!!! (pls give him lots of kisses to make up for it!!!)
đâË he definitely has a habit of denying that he's drunk. he'll try to dismiss your help to get him home, or refuse to drink water, and claim that he can do everything by himself. he'll literally be tripping over his own feet as you try to help him into his bed and he'll be like "nooo i'm not drunk! i swear!" and then as soon as he hits the pillow, he's out like a light
leehan Ë â・Ë
when you are drunk
đâË follows you around like a guard dog the entire night! he knows that you like to run off and do reckless stuff when you get drunk, so he's keeping his eye on you
đâË makes all of your drinks himself and never lets you drink out of the punch bowl <3 you like to joke that he's your personal bartender and he takes the title with pride
đâË if you get really drunk and start getting emotional, he's quick to comfort you, even if you won't remember anything he said in the morning. he's cupping your cheeks, kissing your lips and telling you how much he loves you!!! he thinks it's so adorable when you start crying because of how much you love him, and he reminds you that he isn't going anywhere, ever <3
đâË super gentle with you when helping you wind down for the night!!! he'll remove your make up and help you brush your teeth with a quiet "say ahhh", smiling softly because you are just so cute and he's so in love
đâË lets you space out and stare at his fish tank while he makes you food to eat before you go to sleep so you can get something in your stomach! goes to the other side of the tank and makes a funny face through the glass just to see you giggle
đâË already has hangover medicine ready on your side table with water and snacks if you wake up and need something!!! please thank him a bunch in the morning for how well he took care of you <33
when he is drunk
đâË second highest tolerance i think! he definitely gets drunk quicker than sungho, but it still takes him a bit!!! mostly because no one can tell if he's actually drunk or not with the way he's able to keep his composure
đâË i don't see him as the type to chug a bunch of drinks immediately, probably only nursing one drink for a long time. he knows his limits, and tries to stick to them because he hates being hungover the next day!!! he has to feel good so he can take care of you instead <3
đâË he gets sooo flirty, it's unreal. he'll literally try to talk you up even though you guys are already together!! he'll comment on how good you look, his hand rubbing your thigh, leaning in to whisper into your ear and kiss your neck ><
đâË he gets really soft toward the end of the night, his head resting on your shoulder as he spaces out </3 he'll probably play with your fingers while you converse with your friends, laughing quietly every now and then, but his mind is on an entirely different planet. it's okay though because he knows you'll look after him!!!
đâË gets pretty defiant when he's had one too many drinks lol >< like if you tell him it's time to go home, he'll plant his feet into the ground so you physically cannot drag him away with a teasing look on his face. he might even just take a seat on the floor and look up at you with big puppy dogs eyes because he doesn't want to go yet!
đâË he sobers up pretty quickly and is usually fine by the time you guys get home!!! he'd probably want to shower together before cuddling up to you like a big teddy bear, usually asleep within a minutes, surrounded by your warmth <3
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Would you be able to write if {Michael, Brahms, and Thomas} found out their s/o had a breeding kink.
Breeding kink
With Michael, Brahms, Thomas
Michael
He honestly doesn't know what to do with this information but he will save it for later.
One night you were particularly stubborn and the easiest way for Michael to coax you into doing what he wants is to abuse your poor little entrance. You know he hasn't touched you for weeks and him just teasing you with just his tip probing at the entrance that awaits his full length, fluttering and welcoming him with open arms but he doesn't give in.
"M-michael please.. " you tried to beg for him to just fuck you, insert his full length into you despite him not wearing a condom right now. "Please Michael I'll do whatever the fuck you ask me just fuck me outta my misery.. " you said frustrated already, you know despite his mask, he's smirking underneath. Without a warning, he shoved his whole cock inside making you yelp and ease up around his length. He hooked your legs onto his shoulders and started fucking. His balls slapping your ass and you can hear it making lewd noises. On how rough he was being you can't help but feel your orgasm coming. You grasp whatever words you have left in your cock drunk brain and said "cum in me! Get me fucking pregnant!! " you screamed. Now, he's curious. You want his seed? You want your tummy full of his babies, your breasts swollen with milk? He's not too sure about this but hell you were such a good girl for him right now looking all needy and disheveled, maybe just this once he will fuck you full of his seed.
Brahms
The fact that he was spying on you watching porn and your fingers melting into your very Nectar. He has to know what you were watching so he can replace those damn fingers with his cock. So while you were asleep he swiped your phone and in the safety of his walls he played the video he saw.
He couldn't take off his eyes on that pussy being abused and edged by this guy's long shaft. The video was about to end until the guy pulled out a mix of their cum oozing out of her cunt onto the bed as she shivered from all the orgasm she had. You were watching this while your fingers were desperately trying to make you cum like the needy slut that you are? He didn't want you to suffer when all you needed was his cock and his buckets of cum in you.
After he persuaded you to do it with him he's already in you with no foreplay whatsoever rubbing your clit so roughly while snapping his hips with yours. "Ugh.. All mine Mine!! " he said going faster just burying you on the bed, ass up. He slapped your ass until it was red making you yelp while you felt his cock ramming itself in and out. You had no energy to tell him to slow down but gosh it felt so good when he's this rough! "Get pregnant Get pregnant Get pregnant!! " he chanted while rearranging your insides. Gosh how many orgasms have you had and how many loads does he need to fill you with until he's satisfied?
Thomas
He couldn't help but imagine how your legs wraps around his waist pulling him closer to you while he ruts your very hole. He couldn't help but notice how unresponsive you were after 2-3 rounds and he just couldn't get his mind off on how his meaty cock was a bit visible on your cute tummy while he fucked you up.
He didn't understand what a breeding kink was until you blurted out that he should cum inside you that day.
In the morning while you and his family were having breakfast, Luda Mae asked if you two were gonna have children soon since you couldn't even be separated from Thomas. You choked on your water then looked at Thomas who was already blushing but nodded that he indeed plans to have children with you sooner or later but until you get married to him.
One particular night after that you couldn't take it anymore. He kept cumming outside and on you! He was so careful not to get you pregnant until marriage. "T-thomas please.. Just cum in me! Please I can't wait till marriage I'm already yours!! " you blurted out. He stopped for a moment but then picked up the pace as he rutted into you fucking your g-spot over and over again as he groans in agreement. Mixing your juices and his pre-cum so deliciously and night after night he kept fucking you full of his loads and every time after that you felt satisfied even after you conclude that you were indeed pregnant now.
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cregan stark x f!targaryen!reader
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>>Queen Rhaenyra has sent you away from the brewing war to safety since your brother, Jacaerys, has secured the Pact of Ice and Fire. You have to honor it by marrying Lord Cregan Stark, Warden of the North.
chapter cw: sex in the hot springs, so smut, fluff, piv, two positions?, a bit of chasing as primal play, breeding kink
His thick arms hold you with undeniable ardour. The steam fuming from the waters in misty ribbons do little to clear your head, as your lord husband peppers the sensitive skin below your ear with kisses full of want.
One of your legs curls up around his own, as if on instinct; a seemingly romantic yet primal instinct of silently allowing him to have you. Your breathing only deepens when you feel the coarse hair on his leg, as if the embrace did not already bring your bare breasts against him, and every patch of your shivery skin under his touch.
Even with the clear ripples of the water, you sense something against your hip, and the breath leaving your lungs gets caught on a moan on its way out.
âMy dear wife.â He mumbles with sincere infatuation, as your hands escape his hold and run down his massive shoulders.
âWasnât I to be less easy, Lord Stark?â You tease, with barely half a breathy voice, and he visibly tenses in pride at the name.
He stops, and when he moves his head away from your neck to look at you, you nearly regret even speaking as the reminiscence of his heated touch burns needily above your clavicle.
âYou are anything but.â His tone is low and intimate, and it has your insides twisting and turning in anticipation. You wanted to have him fight for it, as late as it was. Though you are now unsure of how much longer you could bear it yourself. âDid you have a change of heart?â
âNo.â Your answer shoots out fast, contrary to your desire to play a different game. âI only wish to relish this for longer.â
The slight twitch of his features when you clarify your intentions strikes a lighting into your already boiling blood; the twitch of a wolf whose prey evaded his swiftest attack. He knows she canât run forever, but the hunt weaves frustration and eagerness on his face nonetheless. He accepts and loosens his possessive hold, though his eyes betray his thoughts.
A hunger so profound and restless darkens his gaze, and you almost want him to have refused your little diversion. To have taken you however he pleased, tell you that youâll be the most perfect mother for his pups and show you what it truly meant to belong to a northerner.
But alas, you drift away into the crystalline pond, and even the smouldering waters feel colder without his skin on yours.
Your giggle bounces off the cave walls with an echo so sweet to his ears that you thought for a moment he may pounce on you and end the wait. But he remained restrained, slowly following you further behind stalagmites.
Luring him further deep into the springs, you twist and turn in the rippling waters from moment to moment just to gaze at him, just to see more and more of him; the way he carefully got up to freeze the image of you swimming naked in his mind. You watch the droplets run down his stomach, the shine of the dimly lit cave mirrored in his irises.
âYou have such beautiful eyes, lover.â
âLover.â He retorts, his tone almost a threat. âNigh yours theyâre naught but stones beneath frostfires.â
You blush at the deftness of his compliment.
âThough winter blooms only ever endure if they grow in the shadow of stout stones. There is more beauty in living to defend than in living to survive.â You declare, still backing away, intimidated but enticed by his stalking pace approaching you.
He smiles, distracted by your cleverness.
âWe must be perfect for eachother then.â
He leaps with no warning, wanting to entrap you back in his arms. You avoid his swift hands only with the merit of water slowing him down. As he catches his balance, you push yourself onto your elbows on the edge of the pond, coming to raise to your feet in front of him.
It is the first time he truly sees you, no turned back, no waves or foam to veil you. His eyes rake across your body shamelessly, a reminder of how youâre his. The air, however steamy, hits you with the slightest cold gust, and your skin prickles with goosebumps, nipples hardening as your skin weeps with a sheer shroud of damp varnish; a statue of beauty and desire.
You ought to feel at the very least timid under his hungry gaze, but you donât. You feel wanted, adored by his expression alone, and near want and adoration there is no place for coyness. You feel precious and pure, so that you offer yourself to him, allow him to touch you for he has earned it.
The sense of great importance yet dissolves quickly as he, too, rises from the waters, seemingly reaching for his prize. You donât wait to see him entirely because if you did, you would have seen him at the cost of your freedom.
With a leap and a giddy scream, you sprint through the cave to evade him. Your heart thumps too fast for you to even have the courage to look behind, though you hear the water splashing violently in your wake. You decide to dive back into the pond and hide into a crevice.
You can only hear your rash breathing as you search around the rocky shores for him.
Suvionâs back horns twitch in his sleep, slightly disturbed by your raucous play, but nonetheless calm.
Strong arms curl around your middle, not tight enough to hurt and not loose enough for you to fight back. With a yelp, you give in and settle back against his chest, turning your head just enough to see his face. His erection brushes up your thigh, and you lose all willingness to delay.
âA man can only be so strong.â He adjusts his hold, keeping one arm around you, moving your hair from your neck with his other hand, baring the skin above your shoulder. â- when his pretty lady wife gets all naked and wet and dances around him so happily just to drive him mad.â
You feel his hot breath over your pulse.
âDo you enjoy seeing my need get so dire, flower?â
âI do.â
âThen it seems I have awfully neglected my duties as husband. I might just have to remind you that you havenât wed some craven southern lord who doesnât have the guts to take what is his when he wants it.â
You arch back slowly, feeling him up. He places a firm hand on your shoulder and pushes you into a more manageable position, taking you by surprise. You try to brace yourself with your palms on any stone you could find, while his own hands ride down your back, stopping at your hips to grip the supple flesh of your arse.
A pleasured gasp fills your lungs as Cregan brings his hard cock to rub on your tender flower. He groans at the feeling, teasing you so close yet so far from pleasure.
As your own hips begin to move in sync with his, chasing the promised intrusion, one of his hands roams your belly, your waist, his warm, calloused palm setting your skin aflame in its wake. His fingers reach the underside of your right breast, and your breathing stops; as if youâre afraid any more movement might dismiss his touch.
âCregan.â
His palm remains on your ribs, and your whole being silently begs for him to continue.
âDonât fret, Iâm not leaving your side, wife. This is for your own good.â
âI donât --â Your protest is cut short as both his hands reach your breasts, fondling firmly.
Your body feels inexplicably light and soft in his arms as he lifts your torso back against his chest, his large, rough hands not once breaking away from your tits. Youâre cornered, at his will.
His mouth finds your neck, licking and biting away as you resume his motions where he stopped, pushing your ass into his groin and asking him in the most primal ways to take you at once.
âI cannot wait to see you heavy with child.â He caresses your lower belly, and you feel his cock twitch between your thighs in excitement at the thought. âDo you want that, my love?â
âOf course I do - â You confess with a trembling, quiet moan.
âSay it, then, wife.â He interrupts, clearly overrun with heat and desire.
âI want â ahâ He kisses down your neck, one of his hands leaving your breasts to slide his fingers over the petals of your cunt. He hums approvingly, bringing the head of his cock to your core. Youâre soaked in more ways than one. â - I want your babes, please, Cregan, you- â
You mewl as he pushes in, the water splashing right above your knees. Pleasure shifts into pain and pain into pleasure as he takes your maidenhood, mounting you with a bruising hold on your waist. He groans with you, his breathing laboured. At a particularly sharp sting, you whimper, making him stop to plant a kiss on your shoulder blade. You canât move, you canât think of anything but him, the scent of him, the sounds that escape straight from his throat, his warm hands on you.
An echo of his guttural groans makes you clench around him, making him halt right before he could bottom out. You feel him up in your guts, though his girth stings worst.
He pushes you forward again, a hand on your neck and another providing leverage on your hip. Giving a few well measured thrusts, he starts to properly move. Your back arched for him, thighs parting, your essence coating his cock like you were made to take his seed.
Your own moans spur him on as he quickly finds his pace, relentless and steady. His heavy balls slam against your sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing your breaths out with every lunge of his hips into your behind.
âFuck, I want to see you. Ugh, I want to-â He grunts, drawing his still hard cock out of your cunt with a pained curse, your own insides squeezing him on his way out.
You yelp as he picks you up the way he picked you up on the way back from the Weirwood tree on your wedding night, taking you out of the warm waters and walking over to his discarded furs on the cave floor.
The air is suddenly brisk on your damp skin, but your husband is quick to climb on top of you and shield you from the cold with his own body heat.
He gazes at you with such wonder and adoration in his eyes you, for a mere moment, swear you could faint from it all. When lust seeps back into his pupils you donât fail to notice, his lips finding yours in a messy, wet kiss. You sigh into it to catch the breath you still havenât found since he left you, he breaks it to groan as he grabs himself in his hand to re-enter you.
You both gasp, forehead to forehead as you meet again, his cock twitching as he once again pushes through your vestal resistance. When he begins to pound, you curl your legs around his hips and tangle your hands in his dark hair.
A sweet cacophony of conjoined sighs and groans reverberates into the cave walls, ever so slightly eclipsed by the waterfalls. With every thrust you start to climb towards your peak, and with every one of your âCregan!â, âYes, yes, yes, donât stop!â he grows closer to his own.
Your own little death finds you as he presses his lips to the sensitive trails heâd found on your neck before biting down to muffle his own pleasure. He pushes in with a few final lunges, and you feel his cock pulsate and release his seed.
You suddenly grow insanely hot as you come down, though you donât hesitate to snuggle at his side on the soft furs as he drops beside you panting and dragging your smaller frame with him.
âIt took, lover.â You break the silence, speaking into his neck.
He turns to you, pleased and interested.
âI know it did.â You explain, smiling up at him. âI know it.â
âEven if it didnât, we have plenty of time to try, flower.â
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look after you * fem!driver
the heat of the qatar race alongside her period proved to be much more than she can handle; although she doesnât tell anybody that
pairings: logan sargeant x fem!driver, sebastian vettel x fem!driver, alex albon x fem!driver, carlos sainz x fem!driver, charles leclerc x fem!driver
warnings: mentions of period, not feeling well
notes: hi i told u we're back to regularly scheduled fem!driver content... although, i do have a plan for something else later tonight! i also seem to be getting over my writer's block, sOOO WE SHOULD BE GOOD TO GO WITH THE REST OF MY FICS
also, i'm very curious where u guys think i'm from because i'm awake at the most ludicrous of hours answering asks and messages so like idk
(series masterlist) | (đ the rookie season)
she sits back in her seat, eyes darting all over the garage as mechanics and engineers scramble around to prepare her car for the race later today.
the sprint race yesterday was just as excruciating as she expected. the heat, the intensity of the race, and the fact that she's suddenly got her period was not a good mix as it proves.
she barely survived the duration of the sprint yesterday. she was visibly pale climbing out of her car, chest heaving and makeup melting off as she took her helmet off. it didn't take long for sebastian to catch on to her state when she entered the garage after weigh-in.
"kid," sebastian stops right in front of her, head tilted to the side in concern. he's got a cold can of pepsi in his hands when she looks up. "are you feeling okay? you don't have to race today if you're not well."
"no, i'm fine," she nods, taking the pepsi into her hands. she smiles up at him weakly as she sips on the straw. "i'm okay."
"well, you didn't look very okay yesterday," sebastian frowns. "don't be pressured to race tonight if you don't feel like it. your safety is more important than the race and it's unbelievably hot here tonight."
she shakes her head, slowly getting up as she remembers the drivers' parade that she has to attend. "i can definitely race today. i promise i'm fine," she reassures him with a pat to his shoulder. "i just need more pepsi to feel refreshed."
"you've got to drink water at some point for hydration," sebastian mutters. "i've got some in the freezer for before the race. drink it, okay?"
she grins at him with a thumbs up, slowly exiting the garage. "i will drink the ice cold water."
when she turns around to walk towards where other drivers have gathered, she backs into somebody's body, making her whirl around with an apology on her lips.
"i'm so sorry!"
"oh, it's alright!" a familiar giggle fills her ears and a hand comes up to her shoulder to offer some support. when she turns around, alex is smiling down at her as he steps aside to walk with her. "oh, your hair is up in a ponytail today. is something wrong?"
"what?" she's taken aback by the question - why is her ponytail such a big deal? "what about the ponytail?"
"i've just never seen you bring your hair up before on a race weekend," alex frowns, tugging at a strand of hair gently. âyou look cute. and- oh, no makeup today?â
she shakes her head with a frown. âthe heat practically melted my makeup off yesterday. that shitâs expensive and uncomfortable,â she mutters, bottom lip out in a pout as they walk.
when they approach the small group gathered by the pit lane, sheâs greeted by oscarâs surprised gasp and carlosâs confused head tilt.
she lifts her arms, palms into the sky as she throws them a scowl. âwhat?â
carlos tears his eyes away immediately, but oscar maintains his gaze on her. âyouâre not wearing any makeup.â
âyeah, so?â
oscar furrows his eyebrows and turns his body away from her. ânothing, just odd. you typically like doing your makeup.â
âitâs too hot to do my makeup,â she sighs, not liking that she has to repeat herself. âit practically melted off during yesterdayâs sprint.â
âthatâs true. comfort over anything else,â carlos nods with an approving smile. âplease remember to drink some water later.â
âyou and seb are so alike,â she grins, patting the spaniardâs shoulder. âthatâs exactly what he told me earlier.â
âyeah, because everyone knows you donât drink water when youâve got,â oscar snatches the drink in her hand, âa pepsi in your hand. so unhealthy.â
âwell, it makes me feel so sparkly in my mouth,â she fights back, snatching it back. âmind your own drink!â
âwhatâs uâ you look different today,â logan says, slowly approaching the circle. with a hand on the small of her back, he tilts his head slightly as he scans her face. âis it the hair?â
âno, mate,â oscar smirks, âshe didnât do her makeup.â
âoh! how come?â logan frowns, pinching her cheek. âi was wondering why you hadnât sent a selfie to the groupchat yet begging for compliments.â
âyeah, true,â oscar chuckles. âthat does seem to be a trend, doesnât it?â
âyou guys get selfies for free?â carlos frowns. âshe always asks me to pay like a thousand every weekend i ask her what sheâs wearing to the paddocks.â
âonly a thousand? she asks me for millions,â alex finally speaks again with the shake of his head. âwhat a business woman you are.â
carlos raises an eyebrow. âall jokes aside though⌠you are looking a bit pale. are you feeling okay?â
she smiles, a thumbs up raised next to her face. âof course!â
âmate, you donât look very well,â she mutters, sipping on her pepsi as she approaches logan. âthe flu still got you bad?â
âpretty bad,â logan sighs, slumping his shoulders. âbut iâll be alright.â
she hums, pressing her lips together as she looks at him from the side of her eye. âiâm not sure if i believe you, actually.â
âif anyoneâs more of a liar between us, itâs you,â he puts his hands on his hips, âyou look worse than i do and you just keep insisting youâre fine
âis it because iâve not got makeup on?â she scowls at him, winding her hand back to smack him on the shoulder.
âwhat?â he cries incredulously, throwing his head back in shock. âwhereâd you get that? i didnât even say anything about the makeup!â
âitâs just such a coincidence that everyoneâs saying i look sick without makeup on.â
âitâs really not that. you just donât look like youâre coping well with the heat.â
âoh, cause god forbid a woman sweats.â
âi literally didnât even say that.â
âyou may as well have.â
âyouâre crazy.â
âyou guys are driving me crazy with all these questions.â
âcut it out,â oscar scolds, coming up from behind them. he steps between their bodies and separates them. âgrid kids are coming. please behave.â
âhe said i look sick because i didnât have makeup on,â she mutters, pointing at logan.
âi said she doesnât look like sheâs coping well with the heat! i never said anything about the lack of makeup!â logan answers hurriedly, leaning forward to scowl at her from oscarâs side. âwill you tell her to cut it out?â
âtell him to stop telling me i look sick!â
âokay,â oscar says, hands up as she stops speaking. he turns to logan. âstop aggravating her â you already know whatâs pissing her off, so stop bringing it up and asking her.â
then, he turns to the girl with narrowed down eyes. âand you do look a bit sick, and trust me, itâs nothing to do with the fact that you didnât do your makeup. you just look like you are going to pass out,â oscar sighs. âjust drink some water, and iâm sure you will look slightly more alive.â
he straightens his back as more drivers pile towards them for the opening ceremony for the race. ânow, cut it out and just act normal. please.â
âare you sure youâre fit to race tonight?â sebastian asks again, eyebrows raised as she zips up her race suit. âno harm in pulling out if youâre not okay.â
âseb,â she says in a laugh, securing the velcro around her neck. âiâm okay. itâs just another day in the office.â
âyour mum would personally shave my head if she finds out i let you race when youâre not well,â sebastian sighs. he places a hand on her shoulder. âseriously. please sit out if you need to.â
âiâm,â she turns to him and puts a hand on his elbow, âseriously okay. please donât worry so much. this is what i do â i race.â
âfine,â sebastian smiles. âbut promise me youâll keep me updated how youâre doing during the race.â
âi always do,â she smiles, leaning into his body for a hug. like they always do before she gets in the car for the formation lap. âpromise me you wonât pull me out without my approval.â
âiâd never dare cross you."
well. she didnât feel good the entire race. it was too hot the entire race, her seat was burning, and sweat flooded her face almost three-quarters of the duration.
the sensation of her hair sticking to her neck and her sweaty head is driving her to the brink of overstimulation. perhaps itâs with the added bouts of cramps that would come every few minutes.
but she doubts itâs the period making her feel sensitive. itâs not her first time racing with the conditions of her period.
she finished in p5, which is arguably very nice, but she just feels very suffocated in her race suit and the helmet that hugs her.
âis logan alright?â she manages to ask, driving her car into parc ferme. âyou mentioned he retired during the race?â
âheâs alright. dehydration, i think,â sebastian answers her through the radio. âmedical centre with james.â
âwhat about oscar? heâs okay?â
âheâs alright, from what i can see from the pit wall. heâs got p3.â
âcrazy stats for a rookie,â she smiles as the car stops. âcan i just sit here for a while, please?â
âdo you need help getting out of the car?â
âi donât,â she trails off, her head starting to spin now that sheâs no longer in motion. instantly, her chest starts to feel heavier and her breaths become shallow. âi just⌠just need a minute.â
every breath she takes is proven to be worse than before. the hot air hits her in the face, the helmet and the balaclava restricting the type of air she can get.
she just wants to lay back in an ice bath, if she could. if she could just manage to get out of the car, that is.
a tap on the top of her helmet urges her to look up, doe eyes meeting a pair of dreamy green eyes. one that she doesnât see often, but has always looked up to since she was young.
âare you okay?â
âcharles,â she says breathily, her vision getting blurrier by the second. âiâm okay. i just needed a minute. itâs very hot.â
âit is,â he smiles. âdo you need help getting out?â
âiâm alright,â she says softly. âitâs just a little hard to breathe.â
âit would probably help if you take off the helmet,â he suggests. âiâll hold it for you â take it off now so you can get fresh air.â
she nods, reaching beneath her chin to unclip the helmet. slowly, she pulls it off her head, then charles takes it into his hands.
instantly, she does feel slightly better. she pulls the balaclava away from her nose, allowing her to deepen the breaths sheâs taking as she attempts to regain her composure.
âdoesnât that feel much better?â charles grins. âlet me help you out of the car and letâs head to weigh-in together. sound okay?â
she smiles with a nod. âokay.â
the way charles leclerc has her starstruck even after racing alongside him the entire year is something she will never understand. she climbs out of the car, charlesâ arms lifted up protectively around her as she wobbles out.
then she realises that heâs holding both of their stuff. she tries reaching over to take her helmet into her hands, but he simply twists his body away from her as he shakes his hesd.
âtake off the gloves. youâll feel so good,â charles smiles at her, still walking alongside her. âand the balaclava. donât worry about your helmet.â
âthank you,â she smiles, her cheeks flushed as she does as sheâs instructed. âhow was your race?â
âit was okay,â charles says simply. âyou drank water during the race, yes?â
âa little. it wasnât very refreshing when i did,â she sighs. she holds her balavlaca and gloves in one hand, smiling when charles finally hands her her helmet. âthough, i think- whoa!â
her sentence is cut off immediately, her helmet falling to the ground with a loud thud as she lands on her knees against the pavement. her hands dig into the gravel as she drops her head low, slightly embarrassed that sheâd tripped on absolutely nothing to the naked eye.
âhey, are you alright?â charles asks hurriedly, bending down next to her. he puts his helmet down on the ground gently, a hand wrapping around her elbow and the other around her shoulders. âwhat happened?â
âi donât know,â she sighs. she straightens her back slightly, sitting on her knees. âi got dizzy for a second.â
âwe better get you to someone who knows how to take care of you,â charles sighs, looking up at the crowd thatâs gathered around them.
one of them, being carlos, who sat out for the race today. âiâll bring her to the medical centre,â carlos mutters, wrapping his arms around the younger girl. âget her things to seb. iâve got her.â
âstupid,â was the first thing logan said to her when she stepped into the room in the medical centre.
she scowls at him, a cold pack of ice gel sitting on her forehead as carlos helps her get settled into her seat. âshut up.â
âno, you shut up.â
âboth of you shut up,â carlos sighs. he bends down and reappears with two bottles of water. âboth of you are like, extremely dehydrated. please drink some water.â
âyou didnât drink the water seb asked you to drink before the race?â logan scoffs. âshould have known better. youâre on your period, arenât you?â
âyouâre one to talk â you literally refused to drink the water they gave you in the car,â she scoffs. âand how do you know that?â
âyou only physically reject water when youâre on your period, idiot,â logan sighs, sinking in his seat and closing his eyes. âalso, i live with you. of course i know when the devil comes to visit you.â
âdrink,â carlos says again, handing her the opened bottle of water. âi know itâs not super cold water, but youâve got to drink something.â
âonly freezing water for me,â she frowns, pushing the bottle back into carlosâs body. âyou heard logan: iâm on my period.â
âiâve got your stupid water right here.â the door is opened, sebastian holding it open with a bottle in his hand. he flashes a grin at his driver before extending his arm to give her the bottle. âdrink up, please.â
âdo you know she is on her period today?â carlos snorts, pointing at the girl. âno wonder she was being weird all day.â
the look of realisation that dawns on sebastianâs face can only be described as priceless. typically, him and noah, her physical trainer, are quite up to date with her statistics.
for something this serious to be overlooked with the chaotic weekend was a big issue.
âoh,â sebastian frowns. âwhy didnât you tell me? we could have looked after you better.â
she smiles, closing her eyes. she waves off his concern. âi was okay. finished in the points without makeup melting on my face.â
âokay, what do you m- you literally almost fainted after the race!â sebastian groans, scratching his head in confusion. ânothing about that screams okay!â
âher definition is okay is that sheâs not dead,â logan says monotonously.
âwhich is a good definition, if you ask me.â
âbut itâs stupid,â sebastian says.
âbut it makes sense,â she sings. âiâm gonna take a nap. wake me up when they come over to give me an iv like the nurse said earlier.â
âyou are so very silly for not hydrating enough,â carlos sighs, readjusting the gel pack on her forehead. he puts another one where her shoulder meets her neck, chuckling when she shakes in a shiver. âglad youâre okay.â
âme too.â
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One Can Only Hope (Cregan x Reader)
First of, I donât know why this particular song was stuck in my head while I was writing but I think it fits the aesthetic of how the couple works together, also I donât care that they didnât pick this actor for me THAT is what Cregan stark looks like, and also sorry for not adding the last detail it just naturally went with a different approach
'may I present my second-born child and my precious only daughter, (y/n) Targaryen, the heiress of driftmark"
(y/n) bowed lightly before the stoic man that it deserves to be noted how thick his fur was which engulfed him, the man nodded as a sign of acknowledgment to the princess and the young heiress (y/n) could swear that she detected a faint smile forming on his lips, to be quite fair no one could tell since the lords' lips were faintly visible due to his distinguished beard, once (y/n)s deep blue eyes met his there was an instant influence on her that cause her to slightly shiver, mostly from anxiety and somewhat fear of the unknown.
(Y/n) could only describe the sensation similar to placing yourself at the very sharp edge of a tall cliff, as one would gaze down at the water the little voice would whisper to take a plunge, release yourself from the shackles of overthinking, whilst your mind begged you to take a step back and forget about all of this.
Unfortunately (y/n) was well aware of the reason why she had to take this long of a flight on dragon back and introduce herself to the new lord of the North, her mother had put a tremendous amount of effort into making this a trip that could be enjoyable too (y/n) but to no avail, she did not blame her mother, ever since she was a toddler (y/n) would catch whispers of numerous people around her castle that would venture on whom she would marry, as the moons passed and (y/n) became a lady the pressure became tighter than her corset.
"judging by the tremble and pink nose you are not accustomed to such a cold environment"
"I'm afraid not, I am willing to try though, if need be"
She suggested as her voice usually would be colourful and loud- something that princess rhaenyra adored- was now barely audible, Rhaenyra dreaded asking this of her only daughter, seven hells the reason she even had (y/n) was because of her failed match that was created under ambition and desperation for allegiance, now she had to bare the curse of the prey becoming the hunter as she set her daughter up in hopes this could bring peace and safety not only to the realm but to their family.
âIt is an honor to have the Targaryen family as our guest, I believe last time it was with Queen Alyssane, was it not?â
âIndeed, my lord, though I cannot recall if we have ever United our house bloodlineâ
âThat is correct, such a pity donât you think Princess Rhaenyra? We must correct that mistake as fast as we can, before all that let me escort you to your chambers, you must rest after such travelâ
Cregan's humor was a breath of fresh air for mother and daughter, both of them felt more comfortable through his commentary and light-hearted chatter.
Rhaenyra was extremely thankful that her daughter understood why this must be done if she had to be completely honest with herself partially the reason she chose Cregan as her daughter's match was how the whispers of his strength and his handsome nature made it to the red keep, another thing was a desperate attempt on keeping her daughter guarded, mayhaps if she found refuge in the north of the vicious Hightowers pushed Rhaenyra to war (y/n) would be tucked away and protected by the Lord.
As they walked through the castle Cregan started blabbering about all kinds of things his brain could master, he was certainly nervous when he got the letter from Rhaenyra herself asking for her daughter to be betrothed to him, Targaryen and Starks had, of course, rumors of laying together but never being United in the eyes of the Gods, and to add the fact that the lady is in line for the throne, the wedlock and children would bring such different aspect to his house.
"the lady of the north has to endure the stinging sensation of the icy air, but I believe having a humungous dragon that spews fire on command should help"
Rhaenyra smiled at the slight declaration of interest and almost a very subtle way of claiming their betrothal to be a fact, it was (y/n) 's turn to nod excitedly and let out a small giggle, Cregan was not a man that went unnoticed, young, tall, strong, beautiful, any woman of her status would thank the gods for such a match and a part of her was curious.
Due to the small sign of hope (y/n) careless tucked a strand behind her ear, revealing a part of her to the Lord that he had never seen before.
âYour earâ
He said almost in a question, subconsciously his head tilted in order to get a better view, hastily (y/n) let her hair fall back again, concealing her left ear, flustered and internally cursing herself.
âI donât believe I have seen something like it beforeâ
âI apologize, I-it is-â
âUnique, I know that Targaryens usually have violet eyes as your mother has, however, I can only guess you found that boring and chose something entirely different, you have quite the tasteâ
(Y/n)s eyes slightly widen at the kind-hearted nature of Cregan's comment, (y/n) was born with pointy ears, her mother would always jest that it was because the fairies brought (y/n) to her as a gift, others would say that the Targaryens started to blend more with their dragons and that Rhaenyra indulged in blood magic to have the daughter she always wanted.
Gossip and fairytales aside, (y/n) tried her best to conceal that little thing like a well-kept secret that she now had pulled the covers from. Cregan only smiled, (y/n) seemed like a peach on a summer day, full of sweetness, and the nectar could bring back the dead, her smile could make your teeth hurt like how they used to when he ate pie, the pointy ears in his eyes only gave her a boost in her ethereal presence.
Despite that (y/n) had to acknowledge that the man was nothing but a stranger, she had witnessed countless loveless marriages and men that sucked the life out of their wives, besides all of that she pushed those types of thoughts to the side and masked her dark thoughts for the future with a brave face.
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"Mother!"
(Y/n) exclaimed as she skipped over to Rhaenyra who rushed to her daughter's side, it had been months since (y/n) had seen her mother, and as content as she was with her new life no one could replace the place Rhaenyra had in her daughter's heart.
"oh my dearest, how lovely it is to see you, take a turn for me let me look at you"
(y/n) let out a snicker at her mother's request even though she complied almost immediately making Rhaenyra nod in approval, to no oneâs surprise (y/n) had grown to be a proper lady, her red cape with the thick lining and fur, her hair down and disheveld from riding her dragon, plump red cheeks from eating well, and how could one forget her smile, shining through the realm and blessing her mother with a sigh of relief, Rhaenyra was relieved to say the slightest that her only daughter was taken care of.
"Princess, thank you for inviting us"
"nonsense, I would take any chance to see my baby"
"Mother" (y/n) whispered in embarrassment
"hush now young lady, to me, you will always remain the small babe that curled in my arms, you will know what I'm talking about sooner than late"
"about that, Mother, it might be sooner than you anticipate"
Rhaenyra froze in her spot, her eyes doubling their original size as an audible inhale of breath was heard, (y/n) 's eyes watered and her arms seemed to have a slight tremble whilst she took off her cape to reveal the cutest swollen belly. Rhaenyra stood still for only a second before she wrapped her arms as tight as she possibly could around (y/n) who did the same.
"no, my baby, why didn't you write me about this?"
"I-"
"We wanted to wait this time, I believe you understand, (y/n) wanted to tell you as soon as possible, I advised her not to, forgive me, princess"
Rhaenyra might not have birthed Cregan though she had given birth to (y/n)Â and that meant that she knew when her daughter was hiding, like now.
(Y/n) wanted to be cautious, after they suffered an early loss of their first baby before her belly could even swell, inevitable fear overtook her, she had refused to ride her dragon for the first three moons and she did her best to remain abed as much as possible.
Thankfully, Cregan shook her out of it, asking her to take a walk as often as his duties allowed him to, he would also attempt to ever so casually bring up how her dragon kept all of the town awake from roaring and complaining, even for this visit (y/n) only agreed after Cregan offered to get up on the dragon with her so she can feel safe.
"it doesn't matter, all that I care about is that my baby is happy and healthy"
"Don't worry Mother, the north has been extremely good to me"
âFor that I am certain, well then, let us celebrate, my little babe is having a little babeâ
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"It is good to see you back and weâll, my lord"
"it is good to be back, especially with such a catch might I add, tell the cook to prepare the Stagg for supper, give the wild pig for you and the others"
"you are utmost gracious my lord, the princess is waiting for you in your chambers"
"wonderful, do not let anyone disturb us, I wish to stay by her side until supper is served"
Cregan skipped the way into his chambers, he was too caught up in the rush of the hunt and the excitement of reconnecting with his lady wife to notice the nods and stiff giggles of the servants and guards.
He didn't bother to knock, even if he was indecent there was nothing he hadn't seen, secretly he hoped to see her swollen belly bare, as it grew bigger Cregan had adored to kiss on her belly and rub it as he felt the kicks and moves of their child, together they would make plans for the future, like making sure the babe receives an egg for their cradle or getting a wolf cub as a pet.
"my de-"
"shush, you'll wake her"
medusa had cast her spell over Cregan as his eyes focused on the most extraordinary sight, his lady wife holding their babe while she sat up in their bed. (y/n) had never looked more beautiful in his eyes, her hair falling past her shoulders as her arms wrapped around the child and her big eyes sparkling with joy.
The baby was wrapped in a white blanket and (y/n) slightly rocked it, it almost could fool someone that (y/n) had already given birth to numerous children by the graciousness in her moves, Cregan could pull a chair and watch this for the rest of his days, alas his curiosity and excitement rushed him to her side, sitting right next to his lady wife in awe.
"bless me, when did this happen?"
"last morrow, the labors started hours after you left"
"my strong dragon, you did this without me, I must admit I am slightly wounded"
"I did not want to send someone until I delivered her, make sure she is fine and all"
if it was humanly possible Cregan would swear he could hear her trembling heart, as her pleading eyes uncovered the insufferable pain she went through that held hands tightly with distress and a splash of grief.
(Y/n) ached for the babe she had lost, wondering if it had been a boy to a girl, if it would have their father's eyes, or if they would prefer music over hunting, Cregan felt helpless, watching his love suffer as he also grieved in silence, though now it did not matter, the gods took mercy on them.
At just the perfect queue, the small babe cooed pulling both of them out of their trance, simultaneously the pair looked down at the fruit of their ever-growing bond with humungous smiles and cloudy eyes.
"she is gorgeous, once you fully heal we will throw a feast, I'll send some of my best men for a hunt, you should write to your mother, and ask her if she can find Dornish wine-"
"my lord, let us enjoy her before we present her to the realm, she is barely a morrow old"
"she is a princess, our princess"
"Precisely, our princess, come lay with us"
as much as (y/n) comprehends the weight of duty and the strict order of customs that came with such wonderful news, she had grown up with a mother who had wrapped her and her siblings with a cloak to protect their childhood years, allowing them to be kids amid chaos and now it was her time to step up and build a fort that kept her happy and safe.
Cregan puffed out a breath of defeat before he complied and climbed as carefully as a man of his statue could
âLet me see, oh perfectâ
âShe will grow out of itâ
âShe better not, maybe the next one can have slit eyes as wellâ
âMy love, I do not believe I can give birth to a full dragonâ
âOne can only hopeâ
Cregan jested as (y/n) laughed, the young babe had inherited her mother's ears, Cregan would often brush (y/n) 's hair away from her face to take a look at her ears, or brush his fingers over them as she laid her head on his chest at night, sometimes (y/n) would slap away his hand while he roared with laughter, others she would just bask in his admiration, thanking whoever took favor in her and gave her the man that loved her, pointy ears and all.
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âăSafety a step ahead
âăsfw (for now /j), gender-neutral reader, an entry soft prompt idfk w a sprinkle of angst, developing relationship.
i like my sebastian solace repressed and saddled w emotions
It's entirely too shameful to acknowledge, but Sebastian's grown used to your visits, amongst all the useless Urbanshade prisoners. They all tussle between each other, spouting lies or curses, being impossibly loud and disposable. They annoy him to ends that all other entities couldn't compare to. Getting rid of one or two of those pesky humans is nothing to how often they're cleared out with the Angler or the Painter.
You're not exactly like them though. It could be his possibly fractured mind's faultâ never mind that, he's certain it's because of his abnormalities. Something must have twisted or wretched itself open to a wrong code, gotten all mixed up somewhere, he shouldn't be feel like this about your being. Contrary to his previous visitors, he wants you safe, when all he's done is bring the hundreds of deaths upon you and others such.
"This is entirely your fault."
This relief he feels upon hearing your voice is frustratingly familiar. He watches you crawl out the vent with a vacant smirk, silently pleased to not see or smell blood on you; you stink of rotten corals and salt water. You make it hard for him to be disgusted with you, especially with that addled spring warm voice. He shouldn't be like this, but he is; for once, he doesn't cry at the abrupt change to his self. At least it's something not monstrous.
"What happened to you this time?"
"Your stupid underwater areas." You bemoan at your oddly-tasting experience, spitting out water to the side before tugging at your strands of hair to point them out to Sebastian. Your wet suit is the least of your problems. "I'm all soaked through." You want to sleep.
As strange as that notion may be, you're entirely sure of it. Those hallways have tired you out and you're unwilling to make another fucking step ahead until you've gotten your energy back. And since there isn't a comfortable place to tuck yourself in, you'll aim for the second best. Which is, infuriatingly to the shopkeeper, Sebastian's tail.
"What do you think you're doing?"
He watches you unsurely, surprised with how boldly you throw yourself at his appendage; if it were any others human, he'd have slammed them into the ground already and shot their brains out, but it's you that does him in, staying pliantly.
"Resting, shrimpy. I'll leave when I've had my nap."
Sebastian visibly bristles at your nickname for him, squeezing you just once in warning, until he gives in to you as easily as water. You curl up against the bunched up elements of his tail without complain on the straps wrapped around them. You're exhausted, quietened down and cruelly sweet in the way you cling to him.
"Very well, but you're buying me out of stock on your next run."
Sebastian murmurs, a voice resigned to your hopeful whims. You're slippery to hold, not too pleasant of a weight, but you're almost his like this. You're almost like him, just needing a pair of fins, different lungsâ although he would never in all hells subjects you to the torture he went through for those assets.
You're almost his, yet he'll always be grateful you're not. When you find out the truth about his intentions, he will certainly lose you.
#pressure#sebastian solace#reader x sebastian solace#sebastian solace x reader#sebastian solace x you#reader x character#blue
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HOT GIRL SUMMERâ.ŕłŕż*:シđš
hot girl summer is officially here and its the perfect time to have lots of fun and make rly amazing memories, while also feeling and looking ur best ⨠AND continuing to pursue ur goals while doing it.
THE RULES ;
in order to have a hot girl summer there are rules that need to be set in order to ensure that u have fun in a safe manner that aligns with ur goals and who u are as a person. MY hot girl summer rules are
dont put urself in situations that are compromising to ur safety or the safety of ur friends (look out for each other)
try ur best to keep moving and doing things with ur time
be social and HAVE FUN (dont ruin ur own fun)
if u didn't document it, it does NOT count (take lots of photos)
i dont have a LOT of rules for my hot girl summer, i just put those in place bcuz i wanna make sure that i have the most memorable and enjoyable summer that i can.
THE PREP ;
we should be preparing for our hot girl summer. to be helpful and just for funsies, to help you feel your most confident and radiant this summer â¨. if i were to break down the most important things to prep for hot girl summer theyâd be ur base (skin + body) ur company, and ur wardrobe.
BASE ;Â
moisturize ur skin after your showers while your skin is still slightly damp. for moisturized and soft skin this summerÂ
if ur not already using sunscreen on your face AND body then what are you even doing? get in the habit of putting sunscreen on ur body to promote a smooth and even skin tone and protect u from the sun ofcÂ
get into a solid workout regimen that u can be consistent with. focus on building ur body to perfection! work out as much as u want, i recommend 3-4 times a week.Â
my recommendations for soft skin is to use an african net sponge bcuz that always gets me CLEAN. also, use african black soap for glowy skin and use shea butter on ur body while ur skin is still slightly damp.Â
not only does it smell yummy but it rly REALLY moisturizes you well. i also recommend using it during the summer bcuz the glow that u get from it is REAL đşđš
iâve elaborated on sunscreen in the bullet points already so letâs go to body building. get into a workout regimen 3-4 times a week. iâll share some workouts here depending on what u want.Â
the important thing is that you start NOW so that then by the time itâs summer your gains will be visible and youâll feel stronger and more confident -> therefore more happy and prepped for ur hot girl summer.Â
use body scrubs to exfoliate skin and also promote optimal softness bcuz in the summer itâll be hot and you might wanna show some skinÂ
WARDROBE ;Â
get onto ur pinterest and start looking for inspo for your summer wardrobe that coincides with ur personal style. use ur fashion binder if u have one to start formulating and thinking of outfits.Â
create a list of specific pieces that ur looking for (with photos if u can) so that when ur shopping/thrifting u know to get what u want for summer.Â
the important things for summer from my own fashion binder are bikinis, camisoles and mini skirts + shorts. bcuz i wrote that in my fashion binder iâll look for and buy those specific clothing pieces for my summer wardrobe. do the same â¨
COMPANY ;Â
itâs more fun when u spend some parts of ur summer with quality company so make sure to prepare that NOW so that then ur plans go smoothly in the summertime.Â
make sure to have a list of things/activities that u wanna do this summer either alone or with company. and make plans according to that bcuz ur not about to be cooped up all summer, unless thats what u want ig.
now is the time to test the waters and propose ideas with ur friends about what u guys should do together this summer. maybe itâs simply hanging out, or going on a sort of vacation together.Â
whatever it is, make sure that ur company is not only reliable/responsible but also that they have ur best interest at heart bcuz itâs gonna be hot girl summer and everyoneâs gonna be out there đ u need someone to have ur back and someone that you can trust.Â
THE INSPO/MOOD ;
skin is so glossy and smooth it almost looks wet. warm beaches and fruit platters. swimming like EVERYDAY, cruises and shopping sprees and vacations. dinners with ur girls, summer romances. natural yet so ethereal.
SUMMER FASHION LINK ;
i've already made a post that talked about summer wardrobe essentials and its linked right here. but the gist is that summer is all about vibrant colors and skin and shimmer.
PLAYLIST ;
for a proper hot girl summer u absolutely MUST have a proper hot girl summer playlist. the top songs on my summer playlist are jump by tyla, and the 250 remix of attention by newjeans. make sure that u formulate a couple playlists for summer because the music is what makes the season.
PRODUCTS AND ESSENTIALS ;
for the summertime i gravitate towards products that are more tropical and fruity which is a juxtaposition to what i usually smell like. cuz im a vanilla cupcake/strawberry poundcake scented girlie. but in the summer i kind of like to smell like a refreshing cocktail instead.
body shimmer
moisturizing lip oils
cute claw clips
mini fan that u can take in ur purse
thick body butters
a swimsuit on hand
some products that i recommend to achieve that scent are the bronzed coconut products from victorias secret pink, along with strawberry and champagne and fruit crush. the ulta beauty smoothie shower gels r also rly good. lastly bodycology has some great summer scents.
last but not least i rly hope that u guys prioritize having fun this summer and being the embodiment of beauty and confidence that GLOWS. stay safe and have an amazing hot girl summer â¨
#honeytonedhottieâď¸#becoming that girl#it girl#self care#self love#that girl#it girl energy#dream girl tips#dream girl#dream life#dreamy#hyper femininity#girl blogging#girl blog#hot girl summer#summer prep#summer time#summer 2024#glamorous#diva#princess
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Milk
Milk (Cream)
pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader word count: 3.3k warnings: 18+, NSFW!!!!, smut! smut! smut!, no use of y/n, unprotected p in v = creampie, fingering, slight orgasm count, oral fixation??, titty sucking (lactation kink), fingering, implied breeding kink?!? summary: Joel doesnât have to worry about getting you pregnant because the damage is already done. author's note: i should be studying for my finals next week but joel miller sucking titties is obviously more important, and i just couldn't help myself! i just had to write it!!! the result? it's hot. maybe too hot - can you handle it? i know i couldn't. xoxo the wordy peach <3
âOnly nine weeks left!â Ellie says excitedly, peering at your protruding stomach with wide eyes of wonderment. She canât wait to meet her little sister or brother, and each week since announcing your pregnancy, Ellie crosses off a week in her little calendar.Â
Fondly, you smile at her. Sheâs been your saving grace during this pregnancy - distracting you with every question possible. She even managed to get it out of you when you and Joel convinced the damn thing (âIt was that night at the stables, wasnât it?â)
âNine weeks,â She repeats with a confident nod; she glances at you, a single eyebrow raised, âHave you looked at the list of names I gave you?â
You let out a chuckle, nodding, âYes, Ellie - I look at it every night,â
Her eyes widen, âEvery night?â
âEvery damn night,â Joel grumbles as he walks into the room. Heâs exhausted from the extra shifts heâs been putting in because he wants time off for the baby. With tired, bleary eyes, Joel looks at Ellie, âShouldnât you be at school?â
She glares at him, points directly at your belly, and speaks with conviction, âWell, technically, I am in health class, and if I have to learn about procreation, Joel, I want her to teach me,"
Exasperated, Joel sighs. He shakes his head with frustration, and briefly, you can see the hint of annoyance on his tired face. He looks at Ellie with his eyebrows knitted together - she knows better than to argue with him. She purses her lips into a thin line and begins gathering school supplies. Ellie ignores Joel and starts idly chatting about her day and her plans.
Sheâs looking forward to the new reading assignment and asking if youâll help her later with something. You rub your belly and nod, âOf course, Ellie - you know where Iâll be,â
A flicker of concern mixed with panic crosses her face. She glances at you; you know sheâs asking if youâll really be here when she returns. Ellie confirms, a slight wavering in her voice, âYouâll be here, right?âÂ
You feel a pang of empathy for her. The world you live in is uncertain - even here, in Jackson, thereâs no guarantee of safety. You understand her fear, and reassuringly, you tell her, âYes, Ellie - Iâll be home all day,â
She nods, and her shoulderâs visibly relax at your confirmation. But before leaving, Ellie just has to turn to Joel and says, âShe isnât feeling good today, so donât be a dick - or else I will know, and youâll have to deal with me,âÂ
As Joel sips his water, Ellie shoots him a stern look. Despite what your partner likes to think, you both know Ellie is in charge. Her gaze holds a silent warning, and you stifle a chuckle, watching as she finally leaves the house. Once the door is closed, silence falls between you and Joel. Itâs tense; his eyes penetrate you, noting your skin's paleness and its sickly sheen of sweat. Usually youâre glowing -
âWhatâs wrong?â Joel asks in that demanding tone of his.Â
You sigh, shaking your head, âItâs nothing,â
âBabe,â Joel warns, and you hear him shuffling over before the chair next to you pulls out, and heâs sitting there. He places a hand on your thigh and repeats his question more gently this time.Â
âIâmâŚâ You think about the right words, carefully selecting them, âUncomfortable,â
Confessing this to your partner is almost embarrassing. Maybe itâs his rough exterior that makes you feel like this. Joel, who is waiting patiently, peers at you. His eyes soften, and he looks at you with such tenderness. Youâve been missing these moments because heâs never home anymore.Â
He presses, âCâmon, darlin'⌠tell me whatâs wrong,â
Your cheeks flush pink, and after a minute or two, you admit: âMy boobs hurt,â
Joel gives you an incredulous look, and his cheeks blush too. His gaze turns to your breasts - even he canât deny how much theyâve grown in the past few weeks. Joel knows theyâre swollen with milk for the incoming baby, but he doesnât understand how uncomfortable you are. He probably never will because, biologically, heâs a man.
He watches as you reach up, adjusting your tits, groaning out a slew of complaints: âMy nipples are so fucking sensitive and hard all the goddamn time! I feel like Iâm in that stupid Austin Power movie with the fembots and their machine gun titties,â Joel knows the movie you are referring to, and he canât help but chuckle and hearing this makes your eyes narrow at him.Â
âAre you seriously fucking laughing at me, Joel?â Your voice is emotional, and you attempt to stand, but itâs useless. Your stupid round belly makes it impossible to do anything, and sadness floods your hormonal body. You whine, âI am so fat -â
Joel shakes his head, watching as your face goes through several emotions simultaneously. Thereâs not much he can do, but he does reassure you that you are not fat - âYou are pregnant,â
âYeah, and whose fault is that?â You grumble, arms crossing over your chest. You wince because youâre nipples feel like theyâre on fire, and you feel like theyâre about to burst at any second. You wiggle uncomfortably and pout at Joel. Heâs thinking of ways to help and can only think of a single thing that might help but is hesitant about bringing it up.Â
âWhat ifâŚâ He trails off, swallowing the dry lump growing in his throat, âWhat if I help⌠relieve some of that pressure?âÂ
Your eyebrows furrow together, confused. âHow?âÂ
âUmm,â He glances around. He knows itâs just the two of you, but he wants to make sure because heâs about to suggest something crazy. His voice drops an octave, suggesting, âI can milk you,â
Your jaw slacks, and you hiss, âLike a cow?â
âN-no!â Joel sputters, hands waving aimlessly around, but it dawns on him itâs exactly like that, and sheepishly, he says: âOkay, yeah⌠it might be similar to that,âÂ
âJoel,â Your voice wavers, hot tears swell in your eyes. You feel stupid! And your emotions wonât stop. You know heâs just trying to help, but dammit! Joel just called you a cow - âI canât believe you think Iâm a cow,âÂ
Joel gives you an apologetic look. Heâs sympathetic to your situation; he knows you donât mean to be this hormonal, and he knows itâs his child doing this to you. He places a hand on your belly and gently rubs the fabric of his stretched-out shirt (the only one that fits!). He leans over, âDarlinâ⌠youâre not a cow. Youâre growing a baby. And I think, from what I read, that your milk ducts need to be expressed,â
âWhat does that mean? Expressed? Are you going to suck the milk out, Joel?âÂ
Joel's cheeks redden, and the sultry tone in your voice surprises him. He thinks he has imagined it, but then, Joel sees how your eyes darken into a lustful frequency. He reads your message loud and clear.Â
Without hesitation, Joel captures your jaw between his rough fingers and kisses you. Itâs sweet. Gentle. Exactly what you need to forget your frustration with him. But of course, you want more. You deepen the kiss, swiping your tongue across Joelâs lower lip and dipping your tongue into his mouth. Ever so slightly, he groans. He loves it when your forward.Â
Youâre leaning over, as far as you can with your belly, and place your hands onto Joelâs jean-clad thighs. You must hold onto something for balance because your stupid belly messes with your center of gravity. You have yet to get used to it. Youâre trying to climb into Joelâs lap, but itâs useless. Youâre struggling to lift your body into his, and you pull back, huffing in frustration.Â
âThis stupid belly!â You mutter while rubbing it. Joel finds your annoyance cute, and despite his best effort, Joelâs cock is already stirring inside his pants. Itâs been a while since you two had sex, and today is the day that heâs going to fuck you after weeks of hiatus.Â
âBabe, itâs not stupid,â Joel coos and helps you stand. Your belly knocks into his, and it makes him smile. His teeth flash, and the skin by his eyes crinkles with delight. He canât believe heâs going to be a father again. He canât wait to meet his little one. But, for now, Joel must give you some relief because it is his fault that youâre in this position. Heâs the one who kept pumping his seed into your womb.Â
Joel knew the consequences of not using a condom, and here he is - reaping what he sowed. He begins leading you to the bedroom, insisting, âLet me take care of you,âÂ
âWe shouldnât - I have to meet Maria in an hour, and itâll take me at least 45 minutes to waddle there,âÂ
Joel ignores you, pulling your body into the room and shutting the door swiftly behind you. He doesnât need prying eyes on what heâs about to do. Joel starts by showering your jaw and neck with kisses, his fingers playing with the bottom hem of his shirt before tugging it off. He nearly gasps from seeing your breasts, practically spilling out of the tiny bra that once fit your tits so perfectly.Â
You feel Joel devouring your body, noting how his hungry eyes stare at your chest. You mutter, âTheyâre massive, arenât they?âÂ
âTheyâre perfect, babe,â Joel nods and wraps an arm around your body. With a single finger, he unlatches your bra, and your tits spring free as the garment falls to the ground. A groan of surprise escapes Joelâs throat, and his hard cock strains against his zipper. He marvels at your milky skin, strewn with veins and stretch marks. He reaches and cups them, his fingers ghosting over your nipples, which are a deeper colour than before. Even in these short weeks, your body has made changes he wasnât even aware of.Â
You hiss, âJoel,â but your eyes close because the relief of him holding your breasts has taken the strain off your back. He blows a soft gust at your left side and watches as your face twists into discomfort.Â
âShit, darlinâ⌠are they really that sensitive?âÂ
You whimper, âYeah - theyâre that sensitive,âÂ
âIf it hurts, tell me to stop,â Joel instructs before he lowers his mouth to your breast. He kisses the skin, and you melt beneath the attention. When Joel swipes his tongue across the rock-hard nipple, you bite back the yelp that threatens to come out and instead focus on how Joel gingerly kneads the pillowy flesh that drapes from your chest. Heâs listening to you, waiting for you to tell him to stop. But you donât. Youâre bearing the torment he's putting you through because you know it will feel good at some point. And eventually, it does.Â
Itâs undeniable: Joelâs hands on your breasts feel amazing, and his warm mouth working on your right nipple is starting to create wetness between your thighs. As his fingers continue, you notice a new sensation in your breast that makes you squirm. At that moment, you feel a release as something emerges from your nipple and shoots into Joelâs mouth. You gasp and watch as he finally yields, pulling away from your body. You see the slightest evidence of white dew on his lower lip, and when you look down at your nipple, it's leaking with the same substance. You are shocked, unsure of what to do.Â
âDoes that feel better, darlinâ?â Joel hums. Hastily, you nod and swallow dryly. It does feel better, but you need more relief.Â
You gaze at Joel, eyelids cutely fluttering at him. You sheepishly ask, âWhat about the other side?âÂ
Joel just smiles and helps you onto the bed. He places two extra pillows behind your back, ensuring youâre comfy before he settles down. He raises his head again, latching his mouth onto your other breast. Once more, the feeling is overwhelming. Almost too much to bear. You grit through the discomfort, relenting to the sensation of Joelâs mouth and hand as he works. Soon enough, another squirt of hidden cream comes forth.Â
It has you moaning this time, and you bask in the momentary relief. And instead of leaving your breast unattended, your hands thread through Joelâs dishevelled hair, and you keep him there. Breathlessly, you demand, âDonât stop,â He listens and continues to work your breasts until your moans are frantic and your thighs continuously flex. Your arousal has grown to great heights, and an aching desire radiates in your core for the first time in a long time.Â
You reach down, fingers dipping into your sweatpants - again, itâs the only thing that fits - and notice how soaked your panties are. Of course, these days, it's a common occurrence. Pregnancy has your body changing in ways you didnât even consider. Some of them are shocking, and some of them are annoying. Since the first trimester, the idea of sex repulses you. And it made you feel guilty because you live to please Joel. But your lovely partner doesnât mind; heâs just been taking longer showers, which has been pissing Ellie off because thereâs often no hot water left for her -Â
Joel notices your hand sliding into your pants and wants some of that action too. He takes one hand and places it on top of yours. Sharply, you inhale. You love how Joel is guiding your hand to his will. With his skillful touch, it doesnât take long to reach the peak, turning you into a groaning mess as waves of pleasure swell and roll across your body. You notice how your belly quivers with delight too.
As you descend from the peak, you let Joel go. He lifts his head and wipes his milk-laced mouth before kissing you on the lips. You taste yourself. Itâs sweet and creamy, reminding you of something you canât quite place. As Joelâs tongue explores your mouth, you relish the feeling because itâs been too long. You missed his passion, and you missed him ravishing your body.Â
âJoel, I need you,â You whine through kisses as your hands wander up and down his back, attempting to undress him. He moves, and his shirt and pants are on the ground within seconds. With no underwear in sight, your eyes lock onto his dick, hanging freely. The presence of it never fails to make you drool.Â
Despite his quick movements to undress, Joel takes a slower approach with you and leisurely removes your sweatpants. His hands work with delicate precision, especially when heâs around your stomach. Itâs incredibly frustrating for you, and youâre huffing in annoyance. Itâs never been like this before. Heâs always so rough, taking on a lusty savageness, and Joel would be inside by now. However, heâs still working off your panties.Â
âJoel,â You whimper. Your body vibrates with anticipation, and you donât know how much more you can take. You need his cock, and you donât care if something goes wrong. Months of built-up horniness are making you reckless. You beg, âPlease just fuck me already,âÂ
His eyes snap to yours. Theyâre dark with desire. As he places his body between your thighs, he murmurs, âI donât want to hurt you or the baby,â Joel anticipates your reply - stupid belly - and hushes you before it can come out: âItâs not stupid - itâs love,â
âLove?â You whisper, confused. Itâs not common, and Joel has only used it once. Morning sickness took over, and you were throwing up for weeks. Ellie and Joel thought you were dying. And, of course, for a little while, you believed them. It wasnât until Maria asked when your last period did you clue in. And when you relayed that message to Joel, his grumpy face went unusually slack before joy took over. He swept you into his arms, kissed you, and said:Â
âI love you,â He repeats while wrapping a hand around his cock, lowering it to your glistening, swollen exterior. Expertly, he glides the crown of his cock up and down, watching as your juices coat it. You moan because your pussy is so unbelievably sensitive that another climax is blooming in your core. Joel finds himself commenting: âGoddamn⌠Your cunt is soaking wet,â
You squirm, hips wiggling as you spread your thighs further apart. You hate begging for it, but your cunt yearns for fulfillment. âPlease!â
Joel presses his big, round tip against your tight entrance. You bite your lower lip, eyes gazing down at the penetration point, but your belly is in the way. You canât see whatâs happening but donât have to because you suddenly feel his cock pushing through. At first, your velvet channel is resistant, but that doesnât deter Joel.
As your walls grip his cock, coating it in a creamy warmth, Joel tosses his head back and sighs with satisfaction. Itâs been so long. His hand has nothing on your pussy. Joel delves his cock as deep as possible, and you can feel it practically bulging inside your stomach. And when Joel places his hands on either side of your protruding belly, your impending orgasm rips through.
âMmm, cumming already,â Your pussy convulses and clenches as a powerful wave of immeasurable pleasure crashes. White, hot flashes across your vision, sweeping you into a moment of intensity. Joel admires as your body undulates beneath him, studying as your belly ripples. He knows the pregnancy is the reason for your quick orgasms, and he wonders how many he can get out before he cums.Â
With a mission in mind, Joel lets you come back down before he starts to rock his hips back and forth. It doesnât take long until youâre trembling with a third orgasm. You cry out, hands gripping the sheets below. You barely have time to catch your breath before Joel ups his pace, and he excitedly speers your pussy with youthful energy.Â
Hypnotically, Joel watches as your tits bounce with each thrust, and soon enough, his fingers are back on them. He squeezes and kneads until the milk sprays out with a such force that it sprinkles across your chest and coats his hands. A feral growl escapes from your mouth, âJoel,âÂ
Your vision swirls, and your body shivers with ecstasy as a fourth orgasm rolls through. You gasp, sucking in as much air as you can. You look at Joel, marveling at his skin's sheer layer of sweat. He has a look of concentration on his face, and you know he must be close. You encourage him to cum, repeatedly.Â
But before he can, a fifth and final climax hits your body. It has you swearing and calling Joel names, âYou fucking bastard,â as your pussy floods and swells around his cock. By this point, thereâs a growing puddle beneath your ass, and Joelâs cock is exploring your molten wetness with ease. His flesh claps against yours and echos across the room. His groans are uncontrollable now, and he screws his eyes shut, trying to hold back.Â
The effort is futile, and he slams into your body, forgetting about being gentle. A stern look of arousal etches upon his face, and a deep, low guttural grunt spills from his lips. He doesnât have a chance to warn you because his cock surges with a thick, plentiful rope of his cum, and floods your cunt with a warm stickiness. His hands are back and resting against your belly. Joel juts his hips forward, pushing a second load of cum deep into your cunt. He doesnât have to worry about getting you pregnant because the damage is already done.
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The Princess (and the chaos she brings with her) - steve rogers x fem!reader (1/?)
Summary: when Thor asked the avengers to guard a dear friend of his, they didn't think twice before saying yes. What they didn't know was that said friend is the princess of one of the nine realms, and a lost love of one Captain Rogers.
Part 1 // I thought you were dead // word count: 3.5k
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"(y/n), you have to eject, right now!" Steve screamed over the torrents of wind whistling through the ship. Schmidt was dead, gone. So was the tesseract. But it wasn't over yet. "I have to put her in the water!"
The girl behind him widened her eyes, battling against the elements to reach him. "There's no world in which I let you do that, Captain!"
"I'm not asking for permission!"
"Well then, I guess we go down together!" She painstakingly made her way to him, every step a feat of strength. Her previously neatly pinned curls no longer even resembled what they once were as her hair whipped around her face.
As Steve turned to face her, she somehow still looked angelic. He felt that right now, she was more heavenly than ever. He couldn't let her die with him.
"Buckle in." He commanded, as they began their quick descent. He looked at her, the first woman who had ever made him feel seen, the only person he had ever met who was as crazy as he was.
As the ice flew closer, he turned and placed a hand tenderly on her face. Tears welled in his eyes as his mind wandered to the future they could've had. God, they could have been amazing.
"I'm sorry, (y/n)." He whispered. She could only just hear it, even though they were right next to each other.
He pulled the yellow ejection lever on the seat she had just buckled herself into, watching as her eyes widened. "No! Steve, no!" She lifted her hands to stop him, to jam the lever, anything to stay with him. She wasn't quick enough.
Steve closed his eyes as her seat was ejected, hearing her scream his name. There was no world where he allowed her to go down with him, and he trusted that wherever she ended up, Stark and Peggy would find her. He hoped they would be able to find him, too.
He hadn't prayed in a long time, but as he went down, he bargained with God for her safety.
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"It is my honour to introduce the new and improved Captain America and the Howling Commandos exhibit, in honour of the 100th birthday of Captain Steven Grant Rogers." The crowd clapped as the senator stepped off the podium, motioning for Steve to take the mic. Bucky and Sam laughed at how uncomfortable the Captain was as he stood thanking everyone for an exhibit he never wanted. All part of the job, he supposed.
After the handshakes, and the photo ops, and the autographs and the meet and greets, the boys finally got relative peace to wander around the new exhibition.
"I can't believe you used to wear these stupid suits." Sam laughed, standing in front of the main exhibit. Bucky sighed, budging Sam's shoulder. "Says the asshole who wears a bird suit to fight." He retorts.
Steve laughed at his friends antics, but walked away when he noticed an addition to the exhibit he hadn't seen before. He stared, wide eyed at the name in front of him.
(Y/N): THE MISSING HERO?
Steve found himself drinking in every inch of the gorgeous photo underneath the text, her bright smile and barely visible freckles. The lighting highlighted the different hues in her immaculately pinned hair. She looked just like an angel, as she always did in real life.
Steve looked down, forlorn eyes investigating very few artefacts in the glass exhibit. Her folded uniform, found in her room after the plane went down. The blush lipstick you wore every day. Finally, an object that Steve didn't recognise. A golden ring, encrusted in unidentified jewels and a family crest no one knew. He frowned.
He had known her only a short few months, but he regretted never asking about her family. And now, it would haunt him that he never did until his last breath.
"They never found her, huh?" Bucky placed his covered hand on Steve's shoulder, a sadness tinged in his voice. He had only met (y/n) briefly, but he knew even then that Steve's heart rested in the palm of that woman's hand.
He had asked about her, once, but the look on Steve's face when her name was mentioned told him everything he needed to know.
"No. Howard searched for years, found nothing. Turned out that she had lied on her intake forms for the SSR, too. We don't even know if (y/n) was really her name." He took a beat. "We have no idea if she survived or not."
Steve didn't have to make the subtext clear, Bucky knew he worried that he had killed her by ejecting her from that plane. Bucky also knew there was no sense in trying to tell him she would have died either way, that the ice would've killed her.
"You okay?" Bucky asked, after another few moments of silence.
Steve nodded, looking at the photo. "I'm glad she's remembered. I just wish I didn't have so many unanswered questions."
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"So," Tony started. "Thor is arriving with the guest of honour later today, who we have agreed to protect here for the meantime. We don't have a lot of background for this one. The dark elves are the ones we're protecting her against, but Thor said threat could come from many areas. Do we have any questions?"
The team looked nothing short of bored. Well, most of them. Cap always had the good grace to sit up and look interested. Scott was straight up asleep.
"Is she important? How long will she be staying with us?" Steve asked.
"No idea, and uh, no idea. Anything else?"
"Is she single?" Sam asked, earning a laugh from some of the others. Steve shook his head disapprovingly, but smiled at his friend's levity.
As Steve stood up to go back to training, FRIDAY sounded around the room. "Excuse me everyone, my satellites have detected a bifrost signal heading for the compound imminently."
"Speak of the devil!" Tony clapped his hands as everyone headed out to the bifrost landing site (something that had been instituted after Tony's lawn got scorched one too many times).
Bucky smacked Scott upside the head to wake him up with a jolt. "Oh, where are you guys going?" He called behind them, jogging to catch up. Steve waited behind from him, laughing at his groggy friend.
A bright light connected with the grass just beside the landing site. Tony's hands covered his eyes as he mouthed are you fucking kidding me. When the light cleared, Thor stood tall in his usual armour.
"My friends!" His voice boomed, "I present to you, my fellow avengers, the honourable princess of Alfheim, jewel of the Alfar and ambassador to Asgard." Thor's voice boomed through the halls of the compound. "This is my friend, (y/n)."
Beside Thor stood a girl. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with a heavenly stature. She looked like she could have been carved from marble by the hands of God himself.
A light Asgardian pink dress was covered by a golden chest-plate which fit her body like it had been moulded just for her. It was covered in intricate etchings of suns and stars, which caught the light and shone brilliantly. She wore golden jewellery, which was nothing like the avengers had ever seen. Golden ear cuffs covered her pointed ears, with her long hair pulled into an up-do, emphasising the golden, bejewelled tiara on her head.
"Princess?" Sam squeaked. Wanda smacked him, with a look that screamed don't embarrass us.
Tony tilted his head in confusion at the guest, who he could almost swear he recognised from somewhere. "Thor, you did not inform us that we were looking after the ruler of a planet. We would have been more prepared."
"I am not ruler yet, Mr. Stark." The girl cast her eyes up at Tony, as she smiled sweetly. Her voice was honey smooth, and anyone who heard it felt themselves being charmed by it. "I have heard much about you all from Thor."
"Should we bow?" Bruce whispered to Tony, who shrugged his shoulders. Thankfully, (y/n) took the lead and shook each of their hands.
She looked around at each of the gathered avengers. Thor made his introductions to the rest of the group. "Where are the others?" Thor enquired.
"Here!" Steve smiled at the site of his old friend, his view of the princess obscured by the large man. Bucky and Scott tagged behind him, also happily greeting Thor.
"Captain, it is very good to see you. Please, let me introduce you to the Princess (y/n)." Thor stepped aside to introduce them, but his eyebrows knitted together in confusion when neither of them moved, almost frozen in place.
"Uh... hi." Scott side-stepped the Captain and caught the eye of their guest. "My name's Scott Lang."
The girl tore her eyes away from the captain, unsure really on what to do. But her training kicked in, knowing that being rude was one of the worst sins a princess could commit. "Hello, Mr. Lang. I am (y/n)."
"Holy shit." Bucky breathed out.
The rest of the avengers watched the rather silent exchange with confusion. It was very unlike Steve to get so tongue-tied, and he would never be so rude as to not introduce himself.
"Captain Rogers..." The girl spoke first, confusing them further. "I believed you dead." Tears had welled in her eyes, intriguing the observing crowd even more.
"I thought you were dead." He breathed. "What... what is going on?"
Bucky interjected. "Um, hi. I'm Bucky, we met briefly in '45."
She smiled softly at him, but her eyes betrayed her confusion. "Sergeant Barnes, of course! Didn't you... also die?"
"Yeah, we've all got a lot of explaining to do." Bucky laughed as the absurdity of the situation caught up to him.
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Thor's eyes darted between his friend and the captain. When Thor asked the avengers to guard her from the war on Alfheim, he knew some hijinks would ensue. This is not what he expected. He knew you had spent some time on Midgard before and when you returned you were emotionally distraught. He had simply figured the war you had fought with the Midgardians had taken it's toll.
He eyed both the Captain and you, suspiciously. You were his dear friend, but you had never talked to him about any mortal love.
"So, Princess. You've been here before." Tony enquired.
The Princess licked her lips nervously, glancing at Steve, who had barely moved a muscle, his eyebrows furrowed. "Yes, Mr. Stark. I spent some time here during the second world war. I left Midgard when Johann Schmidt was defeated, and haven't returned since."
"Tell us about your world, Princess. I've never heard of it before." Natasha, the red-head in the corner, asked the guest.
"You have heard of it before." The princess smiled, explaining. "I believe we are now known as a fantasy character here - you call us elves." She pointed to her pointed ears as each avenger clung to her words.
Thor smiled at his Midgardian friends' curiosity.
"The Alfar still live amongst you, they are simply unseen. I believe you may know Tolkien?" At the mention of the author's name, everyone's ears pricked. "He was one of my father's greatest friends and many of his book settings were inspired by Alfheim."
"What!" Scott exclaimed. "That's insane."
"Really, Ant Man?" Bucky responded, pointing out that they were all ridiculous, when you thought about it. The world was crazy now.
The princess chuckled, and rose from her seat at the conference table. "Thank you very much for your hospitality, Avengers. I would quite like to rest in my chambers, if you would be so gracious to allow me."
"Um, yeah... consider yourself allowed." Tony stumbled over his words. Very unusual for him, and it did not go unnoticed by the others. "Dinner is at seven."
"Thank you, Mr. Stark. Captain Rogers," She addressed the Captain, who looked up quickly. His face was pale, and he nervously twiddled his thumbs. "Would you be so kind as to show me my rooms?"
He popped up, almost comedically fast. "Yes. Yeah, sure. Um, this way." He walked out quickly, darting his eyes back to make sure the princess was following him.
She followed, gracefully. Her skirts fanned out behind her as she walked. The avengers in the room could scarcely take their eyes off her as she faded from sight.
As soon as the door closed behind them, the room devolved into chaos. People shouting theories and questions left, right and centre. Mostly, everyone was just bewildered. Bucky and Thor discussed how they had both known the couple separately, and whether each had talked about the other.
Natasha watched as Tony sat quietly on his tablet for a few seconds, searching for something she could only assume was relevant to the discussion at hand.
"Bucky, what's the deal there?" Clint asked.
He was interrupted by Tony. "Aha!" Stark called, silencing the room. "I knew I recognised her from somewhere."
He projected a photograph to the wall, and the avengers gasped.
The photograph consisted of Steve and Bucky front and centre. Bucky had his left arm wrapped lazily around Tony's dad, Howard. And Steve was looking directly at the girl next to him, holding her to him by the waist. It was the princess. The gaze he looked at her with... it was like nothing they had ever seen from him.
"They didn't just know each other, they were in love." Bucky replied to Clint's question, a hint of sadness underneath his words.
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(Y/n) followed Steve along the large corridors of the compound, her smaller legs working double time to match his long strides. They walked in silence, for the most part. It wasn't the comfortable kind.
"Captain." She spoke first, again. As she called for him, he stopped walking abruptly, turning slowly. He met her gaze and then cast his eye down.
"(y/n)... I mean, um, Princess." He responded.
"(y/n) is sufficient." She whispered, almost guiltily. "I can't believe you're alive..."
"I can't believe you're alive," He retorted. "I searched for you, when I woke up. They couldn't find any records of you other than your enlistment form, and they found you had lied. People think you're just a ghost story..."
He took a breath. "I can't believe you're here and... an alien princess?"
"I know it's hard to believe, I hope you understand why I couldn't tell you back then." She laughed. "When I found that you and Sergeant Barnes were dead, I couldn't face being here anymore... I returned to Alfheim."
As she thought back on it, a tear sprung to her eye. On seeing her reaction, Steve couldn't help himself but place a friendly hand on her back, rubbing soothing circles. She briefly froze at the contact, but quickly, she moved her own hand down his arm until she was holding onto his hand with both of hers.
So much went unsaid, but the contact confirmed what they had both most desperately wanted to know. Would it be the same?
"If I had known that you and Sergeant Barnes were alive, Captain..." She admitted. "I would have returned in an instant, I give you my word."
He smiled, rubbing a thumb over the back of her hand. A red blush hugged her cheeks as he did so.
It was typical of him that he couldn't concentrate on the moment, "Why are you here?" He asked. "What are we protecting you from?"
She sighed. "The Svartalfar, or the dark elves. You may know them - they attacked Thor in the Midgardian city of London some years ago now." He nodded in recognition.
"They are determined to conquer Alfheim, and have set their sights on my family. They have already managed to get close to killing me."
She pushed the collar of her dress down, showing a large, angry, red scar just above her collarbone. His hands flew up to trace the scar. She gulped at the close contact, her eyes meeting his.
His expression gave away his concern, knowing that Thor had suggested she was in a lot of danger. "Don't worry, Princess. You're safe here." He smiled, softly. "We'll protect you with everything we've got."
"Thank you, Captain."
"It's just Steve." He unhooked their hands, and gave her his arm. She linked her arm in his, and he resumed wandering down the halls to her rooms. "Do you have any bags?"
"No, I fled to Asgard with nothing when I needed healing. The Asgardians were kind enough to offer many gorgeous clothes for me to bring, but I figured they were a bit conspicuous."
Steve laughed, "Yeah, they might be."
They walked for a little while longer, before Steve entered a room to the side. It was rather basic compared to what she was used to, but it would more than suffice for the meantime.
"This is your room." He stood by the door as she entered. "I'm just down the hall if you need anything. I'll get Tony to send you some less conspicuous clothes. See you at dinner."
"Thank you, Steven." He laughed at her inability to be too informal with him. He nodded at her, and turned to walk down the hall to his room.
As he entered, the photograph of her from the Smithsonian caught his eye from the nightstand. He picked it up, tracing her features with his finger - unable to stop the smile spreading across his face. Who would've thought? Not only was his girl alive, she was also alien royalty. Sometimes, just sometimes, he adored his strange, strange world.
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"Sir," The agent walked into the dark room with purpose in her every step. "The Princess has been spotted."
The man in the chair looked up at the mention of his target. "Show me" he ordered. He watched as agent transferred the images on her tablet to the big screen, showing grainy, far away surveillance of the avengers compound.
As low quality as the image was, the woman arriving with Thor in the distinctive Alfar dress and armour was certainly the princess.
"Oh, my dear..." The man's deep voice dragged out. "You have walked right into our sights."
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a/n: let me know what you think! if you can't tell, this is basically the set up for a longer series... i'm really excited to explore this character and get deeper into the relationships!
i've never really written in the third person POV before, so let me know if it's something you like or not, and i can switch for the next part.
please like/reblog if you enjoy! let me know if you would like to be tagged in the next part <3
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He Chose You (Pt. 2)
Lucifer/Reader
Rated E for the smex coming next chapter I SWEAR. ((Also there will not be any non-con in this fic, so please donât worry. Youâll see when you read.))
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 13.5 | Part 14 | End
Tag Requests: @loslox, @for-hearthand-home, @navierkalani
âThe worst thing they could be are swingers.â
Your heart was racing, and you felt ridiculous for how uppity you felt at the prospect of having dinner with your two elderly neighbors.Â
Normally, meeting new people would cause a healthy amount of anxiety in you. Youâd grown up into a recluse and upholding social niceties took most of your energy. It was even worse to be in their home, and among people that you likely did not have much in common with.Â
These were personal reassurances that you told yourself after denying the first invitation for dinner with the Farrows. The guilt you felt, paired with the subsequent relief of not having to spend more than five minutes with your chatty neighbor, stirred an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach.Â
Of course youâd been unable to stop thinking about what a wretch you were, how karma was going to bite you on the ass for denying an old couple some company.Â
And oh Karma did come back to bite you. Hard.Â
You felt like you were hanging by a thread at work. Three weeks into the job and youâd already been reprimanded. Even the memory of your supervisor looking down her nose at you from the other side of her desk made your eyes water.Â
âWe have a âthree strikesâ policy here. Iâm afraid this will count as your first.â
Never having been fired from a job notwithstanding, you felt like the idiot your parents always purported you to be.Â
If youâd have just stayed in your hometown, living off your parentsâ good graces and kept your head down, instead of prancing out the door as if you had self-respect and no need for a safety netâŚÂ
Maybe things wouldnât be so dire.Â
Maybe you wouldnât be on the verge of having a panic attack at this very moment, feeling the anxiety and restlessness from declining the previous invitation tenfold.Â
With a deep breath in and out, you crossed the hall with the hesitance of a mouse approaching a snap-trap. You knocked on the door to Unit 606 with a shaking hand.
There was a moment left to blanch at the realization that you hadnât brought anything with you. Like the shittiest, most thoughtless guest ever.
ââ
âYou made it!â Mrs. Farrow held her arms out dramatically. âCome in! Come in! Youâre right on time! Oh and you look lovely dear!â
âThanks.â You felt heat rise to your cheeks as the door closed behind you.Â
The layout of the apartment was a mirror image to yours, but you were overwhelmed by just how much stuff had taken up the space. From the kitchen to the living room, the apartment was brimming with kaleidoscopic color. Antique statuettes of unknown deities, handcrafted vases and sculptures in-set with gems and gold filigree, expertly framed posters of old Hollywood, and Persian rugs beneath well-worn furniture were visible from just a cursory glance.Â
It distracted you from the unusually bitter, earthy smell that assaulted you upon entering.Â
âWow,â You said in genuine awe. âYour home is lovely.âÂ
âAw, youâre too kind sweetheart. Too kind. Here, let me take your shawl - weâll hang it up on the rack here, see.â She took your cardigan and placed it on an old hat stand before steering you out to the living room by the back of your shoulders.
There was a man sitting in a leather armchair adjacent to the couch. He was wearing a tweed jacket and his silver-blond hair had been combed back finely to show a pale, wrinkled face and eyes so dark they shone almost black in the lowlight.Â
He looked at you with interest once youâd finally caught onto his presence, and opened his mouth to speak.
âQuack!âÂ
âLou!â You laughed as the duck came racing over on its little legs.Â
Without delay, the bird climbed onto your flats with an impatient flap of its wings, trying to balance while looking up at you adoringly.Â
You couldnât help but reach down and pat his little head, murmuring âhellosâ and âhow you doing buddy?â softly and sweetly.Â
The man opposite you both smirked. âMy wife was right. Heâs quite taken with you.âÂ
âIâm always right!â Mrs. Farrow called out from the kitchen.Â
You looked to the kitchen and back to, presumably, Mr. Farrow, an uncertain smile on your lips.Â
âWelcome to our home.â The elder manâs voice was almost hypnotically deep. His hand was outstretched and waiting. âPlease excuse me for not greeting you properly. When you get to be as old as I am, your body does everything it can to make you stay put in one place.âÂ
You shook your head. âOh no, please donât worry about it! I understand.âÂ
Mr. Farrowâs smirk seemed to soften as you spoke.Â
âPlease make yourself comfortable, my dear.â When he gestured to the couch, you awkwardly shuffled to sit down. Lou was right on your heels, loathe to spend even a second without your warmth.Â
The duck ended up snuggled on your lap after begging to be lifted as you sank into the plush sofa. And you were grateful, hugging Lou to you gently as if he were a plush toy.Â
It helped take your mind away from that spine-tingling feeling when it made a comeback â the way Mr. Farrowâs eyes glittered when he looked at you and his duck.Â
âOh god, they probably are swingers. And they lure in their targets with this crazy well-trained duck.â You thought, punching yourself in the face mentally. âAnd you fell for it. Walked right into their den of debauchery. You stupid bitch.âÂ
âHereâs some water, honey. Weâll save the stronger stuff for dinner.â You jumped in your seat when Mrs. Farrow appeared at your side, setting a glass of ice water down on the end table beside you.Â
You reached for the glass as its contents sloshed over the edge. âThank you so much, Mrs. Farrow.âÂ
Mrs. Farrow beamed.Â
âWhat did I tell ya, Warren? Isnât she lovely? Just a peach. Lou is smitten.â She patted your shoulder. âAnd itâs Cassie, honey. Call me Cass.â
âYou were right, Cass.â Warren Farrow intoned.Â
He took on a conspiratorial tone as he addressed you once more. âYou must know, my wife hasnât stopped talking about you since you met the other day. I wondered if she was preparing us for a new roommate.âÂ
Heat flooded your face for the second time. âAw.â
âOh poo, as if you wouldnâa done the same.â Mrs. Farrow sniffed derisively. âDinner in 5 minutes!â
Her exit left room for you to start a conversation, but you couldnât find it in you to say anything. Mr. Farrow kept staring, smiling, which made you stroke Louâs feathers for comfort that much more.Â
The silence lasted a little while, save for the clinking, crackling, thudding from the kitchen dining room. Aside from catering to Lou, you surveyed your surroundings in an effort to avoid bouncing your legs.
The Farrows didnât have a TV, only a large fireplace that theyâd positioned their furniture around. There were displays on either side of the grate. On one stood an oversized chalice with intricate, swirling patterns. The other had a statuette of a goat-headed figure sitting crisscrossed on a throne, one arm poised to reach out to the sky.
âBaphomet.âÂ
You turned from the sight, head swiveling to face your human companion. He was eying you keenly again.Â
âO-oh, the statue isâŚ?â
Warren nodded. âBaphomet. Conceived as a false god around the time of the crusades. Most people see him as a depiction of Satan these days.âÂ
The association wasnât too far-fetched, you figured with another look at the figure. Its goat-head and large horns were the most eye-catching thing about it.Â
âI apologize if the sight upsets you, dear. I hadnât thought to remove it before your arrival.âÂ
âOh no, please. Itâs alright.â You said. âIt doesnât bother me. Itâs very interesting.âÂ
The rumbling hum at your side seemed to signal approval, or maybe general geniality with your neutral response. âAre you religious by chance?â
You turned to Warren again.Â
âAh, no.â You replied apologetically. âI grew up in a Christian area, but I was never very involved with the church.âÂ
Warren nodded. âThatâs just as well. The institution and its practices can be stifling. I was never very involved with it myself.âÂ
âReligious artifacts have always been fascinating to me, however. Thereâs no shortage of temples and synagogues in this world.âÂ
âHave you been to many? For the history?â You were genuinely curious.Â
The old man nodded again, stately and dignified even as he puffed up in his armchair like a peacock. âCass and I are seasoned travelers. Weâve been to all 7 continents at least twice, seen the wonders of the world from the Hindu shrines in Malaysia to St. Basilâs Cathedral. I have a particular fondness for those countries surrounding the Mediterranean Sea. I was able to convince Cassie another trip to Rome wouldnât put us in the poor house last year.âÂ
Your little huff of laughter was sincere, though the idea of traveling to Rome - or anyplace outside of the familiar - sounded amazing. âIâd love to be able to do that.âÂ
Warrenâs head tilted to one side. âYouâre quite young, Iâm sure youâll get the chance if you havenât already.âÂ
âSure.â You scoffed before immediately falling into contrition. âIâm sorry, that was rude of me ââ
âDinner time!â
Mrs. Farrow hollered from the kitchen, stopping you from trying to come up with a suitable excuse for yourself.Â
Luckily, Mr. Farrow chuckled good-naturedly. He rose from his chair stiffly, legs visibly straining. âNo need to apologize, my dear. But we best get going before the Missus comes out and drags us by our ears.â
ââ
All things considered, the dinner was perfectly fine.Â
The jitters never left your frame, but you had chalked that up to a simple byproduct of your skittish nature. The red wine that Cass had insisted upon you made you feel warm and solid, at least.Â
As did the fact that Cassie Farrow could hold entire conversations all on her own with very little effort or input from yourself.Â
âYou got a boyfriend, honey? Or girlfriend? No shame in that at all. We may be old but by no means bigoted. Weâve been all over the place, seen so many things - whatâs natural to you and me could be the furthest from, in certain places. Isnât that right, Warren?â
âMen in Ancient Greece often had relationships with other men.â Warren replied. âRoyals in Europe had extramarital affairs with different sexes. It was all about keeping the bloodline pure, but romance was a different thing altogether.âÂ
âI havenât dated in a while, actually.â You said. âItâs not been a priority.âÂ
Cassie nodded, exuberant as she drank from her wine glass. âThatâs good too! Plenty of independent women these days! Itâs about time, I say.âÂ
âQuack quackâ
Lou was beside you, red eyes locked in as he gazed upon you at the dining table. It made you giggle.
âMm!â Cassie had a spastic moment. âI almost forgot!âÂ
The chair lurched out from under the old woman as she rose and scuttled out of the room. It left you blinking, and out of the corner of your eye you saw that same smirk on Warrenâs face before his wife had returned.Â
She had a small wicker basket in her arms.Â
âThis is for you, honey. Housewarming present from your kooky neighbors across the hall.âÂ
As she drew nearer, you caught a glimpse of the contents, some of which shone beneath the light of the overhead chandelier.Â
âThank you! You really didnât have to.â The basket was pressed into your arms and Cassie was back in her seat before youâd finished your sentence.Â
âNonsense. Itâs the least we could do. I still canât believe no one welcomed you for a whole week!âÂ
The basket was lined with shredded filler, and nestled in between were little gemstones and crystals.
âThereâs jade and ruby in there, and I believe thereâs moonstone as well.â Mr. Farrow recalled. âIs that it, Cass?â
âYes, yes, and carnelian too. Itâs all scattered about there, with the Scrabble and the socks and the hand cream and oh!â Mrs. Farrow laughed. âForgive us honey, we saw that little rubber duck and just had to get it for you.âÂ
There was a little rubber duck. It was a novelty type, with a tiny red jacket and a tiny black top hat.Â
âItâs a carnival barker. No, itâs something like that. Itâs on the tip of my tongue.â Your nose scrunched in thought. âOh, a circus ringmaster!âÂ
âExactly! See, whatâd I tell you, Warren? She loves it!âÂ
âI believe I was the one who suggested it.â His voice carried through the otherwise silent dining room.Â
âOh well maybe it was, so what. She likes it. Donât you, honey?â
âYes, butâŚâ You felt funny again. Tingly. âThis is too much. Really. Youâre both so kind but I canât accept this.âÂ
A hand laid gently on your shoulder and you looked up at a frowning Warren Farrow. âItâs no trouble at all, my dear.âÂ
âThe cost mustâve ââ
âNo cost, really. Gemstones and crystals are quite popular these days. You can find them all over. And the little trinkets are just the same. Given to you in good faith of course.â He patted your shoulder gently.Â
You swallowed, eyes once again roving over the little mundane treasures. Silken feathers brushed against your ankle under the table and you met those red eyes, sparkling like the crystals in your basket.Â
Lou was such a funny little thing. So expressive, he looked as if he were waiting as he stared at you.Â
So funny.Â
⌠You felt funny.Â
Perhaps the anxiety from before was doubling back, just like that prickling sensation. It was less of a tingle and more a shiver or chill as you sat there.Â
âI think itâs about time for dessert, donât you?â Mrs. Farrow was saying somewhere far away. âYou like chocolate, sweetheart? I made mousse, all fancy-like. Itâs not as fancy as the kind you get at that restaurant downtown, the Ivy, but theyâve got fancy ingredients and suchâŚâÂ
Reaching up to wipe the sheen of sweat from your forehead, you felt heat coming off from between your temples. With a shaky breath, you slumped down in your seat.Â
The basket was gone.Â
Your chair was scraping against the wooden floor as it was pulled out from the table.Â
âAre you feeling alright, my dear?â
Wrinkled hands swept the hair from your face as your eyes rolled in their sockets. Words couldnât get past the cotton-dry feeling in your throat.Â
âItâs the wine, the wine. Said sheâs not much of a drinker, it has to be the wine.âÂ
Cassâs voice was dampened and thick, like it was trapped underwater.Â
Or perhaps you were trapped. Your head was spinning, limbs heavy as if you were a puppet sans strings. You had to be picked up from under your arms like a toddler and pulled upright.Â
The next second you were walking through your neighborsâ kitchen, the door held open for you.Â
âMaybe we oughta call a doctor? Honey, can you hear me?â
âI⌠yes. I can hear you.â It felt like an Olympic feat, but you spoke clearly. âIâm so sorry, I donât know whatâs happening.â
You stumbled against the wall and strong arms caught you when your knees buckled. It was Mr. Farrow allowing you to lean on him, solid as a rock.Â
âCass is right, you had quite a bit of wine.â He said. Another pat to your shoulder.
Did you? You couldâve sworn it was just a glass.Â
Your apartment was barren and blank, the smell of laundry comforting against the memory of that earthy incense smell.Â
âGet some rest, honey. Weâre right across the hall.âÂ
âThank you.â You breathed, lying on your sofa bed. âAgain, Iâm very sorry. Thank you for the welcome.âÂ
âOh no, thank you.âÂ
ââ
When you opened your eyes next, you were shrouded in darkness. The outline of your entertainment system was in front of you, and the kitchen at your right.Â
It was raining outside; little raindrops smattering against the glass. The sound was normal, no longer muffled until you were straining to hear it.Â
âWell thatâs good.âÂ
The heavy feeling in your arms was still present.Â
âThatâs not so good.â
You felt perfectly sane and hysterical at the same time. It was like being caught in the eye of a storm. The danger had abated momentarily, but would begin again shortly.Â
Your door opened, and in your peripheral you saw a shadow cut across the wall as a new figure emerged from the hall.Â
You squinted in the dark. âLou?âÂ
The duckâs silhouette stilled as if youâd spoken aloud. You could feel something shift in the air, tension breaking through to your mind when it could not seize your body.Â
That shift grew stronger, sucking in the air around it until a dazzling flash and crack of light blinded you.Â
Louâs shadow was gone. Or⌠it had changed. The shadow on the wall wasnât a duck anymore it wasâŚÂ
Your blood ran cold as the man stepped into your apartment and let the door close behind him.Â
âHello there!â
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LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU
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origins!logan x reader
warnings: fluff, no use of y/n
Had this thought in my head and I read a shit ton of Logan blurbs and fics but Iâve never posted anything Iâve randomly written and Iâm deffo nervous but fuck it I guess
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You woke up to it snowing, just like the weatherman predicted. You needed to go into town to get groceries and other necessities, and having put it off all week proved to be a poor decision.
You reluctantly slid out of bed, from the safe, warm, space, and wrapped yourself in your cardigan before padding downstairs to the kitchen. As you filled your coffee pot with water you peered out the window to get a gist of just how bad it was snowing.
It was coming down, but not too hard and the visibility was still good. The tall pine trees that lined the edge of your property swayed with the tender swirls of snow. The sun was unsettlingly bright against the whiteness of the snow, blinding you from looking out for too long.
You poured a cup of coffee and settled at the dining room table, seated perfectly to watch the snow fall and the wildlife wake up with the sun. This life was not perfect by any means, but you knew why Logan chose to home you both out here. It was for comfort, safety, and peace knowing not many would trek through the unknown to find you.
After finishing your coffee, you made your way to the front door, slipping on your winter gear. Tall, thick boots now adorned your feet, and a fur-lined parka wrapping the last remnants of heat from your bed against you. You knew if you wanted to make it to town you would have to shovel the driveway now and leave soon before the weather got worse. With that, with your now gloved hands, you opened the front door and invited the bitter cold in. The wind whipped you in the face and it stung hard, but nothing you werenât already used to.
You grabbed the shovel and started a path from the steps of the front deck to the truck. From there, you went up and down the driveway in straight lines, careful not to slip. You were so focused on the task at hand you could barely hear Logan calling from the front deck.
âPrincess! What are you doing?â Logan calls. You turn around to see your boyfriend standing there, head cocked, arms across his chest with that ever present scowl across his face. You knew he wasnât seriously upset with you but you never enjoyed seeing him upset. âGive me the shovel, you go inside and get warmed up.â Logan says while coming down the path you made.
You pulled the shovel out of his reach. âNot a chance Logan, Iâm almost done, I can handle it.â You said, matching his stern tone.
âI donât care if you can handle it, I will finish, now go.â He said, pointing at the house. You werenât going to give in that easily.
âLogan, I am perfectly capable of shoveling the driveway! I used to do it when I lived with my parents, seriously Iâm fine.â You appreciated Loganâs kindness to help you with everything, but sometimes you just really wanted to show him how independent you were.
Logan places his hands on your shoulders. dusting the snow off. âDarlin, I know youâre capable of shoveling the driveway. Youâre capable of a lot of things, but you live with me now. Iâm taking care of you now, so I do this, okay?â You felt your heart swell and you couldnât even think of where to begin what to say. Your whole life, you were the person everyone else relied on. The feeling of gratitude and love filled your chest and soon your eyes. You stammered, not even knowing how to respond to Logan.
He didnât even give you a chance to answer before he picked you up and slung you over his shoulders like you weighed nothing. âLogan!â you screeched, âPut me down!â You were giggling and smacking Loganâs back, but that was hardly a deterrent to him. He effortlessly carried you back into the house, placing you by the wood stove to heat you quicker. Carefully, he undressed your winter gear and clothes, laying them on the back of the couch to dry. You allowed him this moment in caring for you, because you knew deep down this was mending broken pieces of him, slowly but surely.
Before you knew it, you were down to your undies and bra, being hoisted over Loganâs shoulder again, this time being taken upstairs. âLogan! I can walk!â
âI know darlin.â
Logan set you down gently on the bed and turned to rummage through his drawers. He turned back around holding sweatpants and a sweatshirt, which were clearly his. A toothy grinned crossed his face as he walked to you. He first put the sweatpants on you, sliding them over each foot and up to your hips. Then he carefully pulled the oversized hoodie over you. Last, to finish off your look, he brought out the warmest cabin socks he could find, carefully slipping those on as well. He stepped back and gave a once over of his job. You couldnât help but break out into laughter.
âWhatsâo funny?â He scrunched his nose and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
âNothing Logan, youâre just going overboard, Iâm fine, was hardly cold and I couldâve fini-.â You didnât get to finish your sentence as Logan cut you off with a sweet kiss.
âLike I said before, you live here now. Iâm supposed to be taking care of you, so let me. You donât need to do everything anymore. I love you.â Logan held your hands and kissed your forehead before laying you down and pulling the covers over you. âNow you lay here and warm up. Iâll finish the driveway, and cook breakfast. Then we can head to town. Okay darlin?â Loganâs hazel eyes were surrounded by those crinkles you absolutely adored, and a bright smile only reserved for you.
You nodded. âOkay, LoâŚâ you smiled up at him, taking in his gentle features and soaking in the love and display of affection Logan was giving you. Logan leaned down and pressed a longer kiss to your forehead before pushing some hair to the side of your face. âI love you sweetheart.â He said as he moved to the door, glancing back one more time to flash a grin before disappearing down the hallway.
You werenât used to the one being waited on and getting to relax, but living with someone like Logan made it easy.
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Teamwork
Ace Giovanelli
The Mexico GP brings up more questions than she could answer
warnings: cursing, talks of crashing, max and lando (they need a TW themselves)
Post qualifying conferenceÂ
âWelcome to the post qualifying conferenceâŚâÂ
Soon after questions were asked from the floorâŚ
"Question for Lando,â someone said, âHow do papaya rules take place tomorrow being in the same row with Ace?â
Lando shrugged, lifting the mic, âThey donât.â He said dropping the mic, saying he was done with that question and every further one that someone may have wanted to ask.
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The morning of race day Lando and Ace were walking hand-in-hand water bottles in the other as the walked with Rachel who was interviewing them. Ace was finishing her answer when Carlos walked by and âdick-tapped��� Lando who buckled into his girlfriend.
Ace and Rachel both laughed as Ace yelled after him, âThatâs my job, Carlos!â Which got a laugh from him and Lando who had once again paused leaning into his girlfriend. âHe got you good there didnât he?â Rachel asked and Lando chuckled. âKarma.â He said, making Ace laugh, âThatâs what you get for starting it.â
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Ace and Lando stood next to each other by Aceâs car having their pre-race talk as always, they were shorter on time so their helmets were half way on.
âHow do you always look so good in fireproofsâ he murmured, leaning close so only she could hear.
Aceâs laugh came as she shook her head, nudging him lightly with her elbow. âLando, if you donât stop flirting on the grid, I swear Iâm telling Zak,â she teased, though the grin on her face was undeniable.
âOh, come on. Iâm just giving you a little pep talk before the big show,â he replied, his eyes crinkling mischievously.
âYeah? Well, hereâs your pep talkâdonât go doing anything stupid against Max,â she said, her tone serious but soft, knowing the heat of the fight ahead. âJust⌠be safe, okay?â
He glanced away toward the Red Bull on the front row, then back to her, nodding. âI will. But you know Iâll do what I have to,â he replied, a flicker of determination in his gaze.
Ace sighed, torn between frustration and understanding. She knew it was the sport, the competition, but every time she was reminded, her heart twisted. Still, she gave him a small, supportive smile. âThen go on, show them what youâve got. Iâve got your back.â
He squeezed her hand quickly before stepping back, flashing her one last smile before they turned to their cars, ready to chase the thrill of the race.
They stayed in their order through turn 1 until Carlos went off track and had to give his position back to Max.Â
âSafety Car is out Ace, VCARB and a Williams in the back.â
âIs everyone okay?â
âEveryone is out of the cars.â
They were under the safety car until Lap 7 and then they continued to race. Ace was close to Lando but wasnât able to pass him. Carlos took the lead back from Max a few laps later but Ace was still chasing the three ahead. Lando was getting closer to Max and when he went for the overtake Max forced him off the track causing Lando to drive through the grass.
âLando was ahead at every moment, Max forced him off. Heâs going to end up in a wall!â
âYep, weâve seen it.â
âTell them to look at my onboard, itâs very visible.â
âHead down Ace.â
Lando gave Carlos his position back but the fight between Max and Lando wasnât over as Max went back for the overtake taking them both off track.
Verstappen throwing it to the inside- BOTH are off! Extraordinary! Elbows are out, brawling between the two of them- and Ace Giovanelli takes advantage to get up to second position, how about that!
âWhat the fuck is going on infront of me?!â
âYeah Ace, working on it, P2. Head down.â
For the viewers at home who arenât well versed, that was Ace Giovanelli, Lando Norrisâ teammate and girlfriend.Â
Ace is always vouching for him, the two of them are duo you donât want to mess with.
Never get on Aceâs bad side, especially when it comes to Lando.
But even when itâs not Lando, Ace is always on her radio saying what it is and what it should be.
You gotta love her, she never fails to make the race interesting.
Ace was gaining very well on Carlos, and without getting into an accident, but managed to get very close.
âClosing the gap, please be careful.â
Ace backed off slightly but enough to keep Carlos in her sights.
âVerstappen now has a 20 second penalty.â
âThen why the fuck is he still behind me?!â
As we said earlier, always a good race when Ace is on the radio.
She brings up a good question, Max knows he was in the wrong, and held on and still holds onto that third place positionâŚ
A few more laps just holding position came and went until Rupert was back in her ear.Â
âLando behind, Verstappen in pit.â
âIâm not even going to say anything. Gap?â
â6.3â
Ace was losing time to Carlos ahead of her. His pace was just much faster than hers. Lando boxed behind her on lap 30 and she understood why, but she was still in the race. She was boxing a few laps laterâŚ
âAce, pitlane.â
âŚbut so did George, which meant she kept her position in P2. but she was now 31 seconds behind Carlos.
Carlos boxed, a lap later.
âGap?â
â8.5â
She looked in her mirrors a few times confused.
âGap behind, you muppet.â
â4.8.â
Papaya like Papaya.
Everyone is a Lando and Ace fan, even if you donât like McLaren, chances are you love Ace and Lando.
The laps got tricky as she was too far from Carlos to race, but too far from Lando to defend. Tireâs were her number one priority.
âLando closing, 4.3. If you can push, push.â
She did start to push, and did so very well for around 10 laps. She saw Lando on the big screen during the straight and a feeling she hated hit her hard. This is racing, you need to be selfish. She tried telling herself. Lap 60 she looked at her dash.
âLando behind, in and out of DRS, you are free to race.â
The papayaâs once again are going racing!
Ace continued racing, continuously checking her mirrors to see the gap behind.Â
â10 laps left, bring it home.â
Ace wondered if she would look back on today's race, how she would feel. What would it look like? How would it change her future?
At this pace, if Lando is fighting for that second place position, it will be down to the final lap, Aceâs pace is just faster than his -AND ACE IS SLOWING DOWN! What is she doing?!
âAce, you are free to race.â
âIâm well aware.â
She waited for the main straight knowing Lando was in her DRS and shifted to the inside watching him pass.
Ace Giovanelli has LET her teammate pass her down the main straight! There were no team orders, no communication on any end! How have we gotten here?!
âYeah donât say anything.â She said before anyone could get on the radio. She was so far from George, she knew the rest of the race would just be for maximum points.Â
We need to talk about what just happened in McLaren. Ace moved out of the way on her own.
Ace has stayed in that second position since Max and Lando went fighting in those early laps, there is no reason for her to pull away now versus later in the race. He has no chance at taking on Carlos.Â
Which makes us ask even more questions. Sheâs still within enough time to take that position back from Lando, and sheâs just taken the fastest lap. I canât wait to hear the post race interviews.
More laps passed and Ace saw the number get closer to the end.
âLeclerc pitted for fastest lap, how do you feel about going for fastest lap on the last lap? Tireâs are still good.â
âYeah, leave it to me.â
Ace built a healthy gap to Lando, trusting her car and tires before pressing on the throttle with as much force as she could muster.
âŚAnd Ace Giovanelli is setting purple sectors, rapid sectors, to give McLaren a double podium finish and a point for fastest lap for the constructors that is now between McLaren and Ferrari! Thatâs a podium finish for Giovanelli, a fastest lap, and the the point that comes with it! What. A. Race.
Ace waved at all the fans as she did her podium lap. As she pulled into the makeshift podium parc-ferme she heard Rupert again.
âP3 Ace, good teamwork out there. You did get fastest lap. Thank you for an amazing race.â
âYeah thanks everyone for a good race, I know our priorities. All points are good points.â
Ace stopped the car, unbuckled, got out, waved at the uproar of people around her before tackling Carlos. âCarlitos!â She yelled, pulling her visor up as he spun her around. âYou deserved this!â She shouted over the roar of cars and fans. Carlos hugged her again and they stumbled when Lando joined them. âWell deserved, muppet!â His helmet and balaclava were already off.
Carlos shook both of their heads before walking off towards his team. Ace and Lando walked behind him to the podium stands as she took her helmet off then her balaclava off lethargically. âI can breathe again.â She laughed, putting her helmet down and stuffing her gloves and balaclava in it.
âWhy did you do it?â Lando asked as she chugged her water. âNo one else may believe youâre still in the fight. But I do.â She told him before getting called over for the interview.
âAce Giovanelli, podium. I know it was a difficult race , you had to manage temperatures at the beginning, and then towards the end there. How difficult was the race for you?â
âEhh, it was a difficult one. The first stint was all about trying to manage the temperatures which was kind of difficult, but uh, yeah at the end we did the best race we could do. Carlos was just ahead the entire race. He had an amazing race, but yeah, it was a good weekend for the team, overall it was positive.
âYou managed to get the fastest lap at the end, was that the intention with letting Lando pass you?â
Ace fixed the neck strap as she listened before answering. âUh, no. It wasnât.â She chuckled, âI let Lando through because heâs fighting for something Iâm not, thatâs really all there is to it. There isnât a need for team orders when it comes to the obvious stuff.â
âYou took the fastest lap away from Ferrari. How does knowing Ferrari is closing in on you in the constructors feel?â
âItâs exciting.â She said honestly, âNo one joins racing for the easy way through. Lando and I have good pace, we have a good team, we have a good car and weâre ready for the fight.â
âThank you Ace, and congratulations on the podium.â
âGracias Mexico!â She said waving while walking off.
Ace stayed for a bit of Landoâs interviewâŚ.
â...and what are your thoughts on Ace letting you by?â
âUh yeah, Ace is an important part of our team. Sheâs brought a lot to the team. You have to be selfish in this sport and knowing she gave up her points and position for me anyway, itâs not something a lot of teammates would do, when weâre on track we arenât dating, weâre racers and that says a lot on who Ace is as a person and as teammate.â
âShe said that you were fighting something sheâs not, is that something youâve spoken about beforehand considering Ace is closer to you than you are to Max?â
âNo, we've never discussed Ace giving up her position in this race or any race for that matter. We were told to race and Ace did what she did.âÂ
She was pulled away by her personal team to take pictures- what she assumed Lando was doing when she was being interviewed- before going up to the cooldown room. Her highlight of her and Carlos fighting for a few laps played on the screen. âI thought I had it on turn 4, I was ready but Carlos was just..â She whistled, âBut your pace at the end was crazy!â She perked back up. âThe wind changed, thatâs why they asked you to go for fastest lap.â
âThat was the safety car then?â She pointed at the replay and they watched the VCARB and Williams until Lando and Maxâs battle played. âAhh!â He groaned watching him run off the track. âI think I cursed Rupert out when that happened.â Lando chuckled at the second fight and Ace shook her head.
âCarlitos!â Maia laughed as he came in. âWhat was your tire deg?â He asked immediately. âWasnât bad at all actually.â
âYou switched to the hards before me no?â
âMaybe a lap before. I think they lasted because I didnât have to fight off George. That is probably why I managed to steal that point from you, Scarlets.â She pulled his hat over his face.
âAi!â He said trying to fight her for her hat but she got up to get her water. They spoke about nonsense for a little longer before they lined up for the podium.
Ace walked out waving as she stood on the farthest and shortest step. Maia watched with a laugh as Carlos was raised slowly up by the hydraulics.
After the national anthems and the trophies Ace and Lando looked at each other nodding and shook their bottles hitting Carlos from both sides as Ricky went for Ace and Lando and Carlos tried his best to get them back.
He ran to spray his teams as Ace and Lando shook champagne from their faces. They clinked their bottles laughing, before Carlos sprayed them from behind and they both shook their bottles spraying him again and Ace knew that that picture was getting clipped.Â
They took their photo on the podium before walking off messing with Lando and Carlos.
âHey Ace, a massive race for you today, P4 to P2 then finishing in P3. How was the race for you?â
âYeah, it was a really good race. We got the maximum amount of points we could have today, Carlos was just at another pace than we could have ever managed. I think for the team it was a great race, we had a much better car than we thought we would have and yeah I canât complain about much.â
âYou gave your P2 up for Lando can you tell us a bit more behind that?â
âYeah, it wasnât the easiest thing to do, but I knew points wise for the team it would have been the same. Lando didnât have the pace to catch up to me, for no matter of his own Iâll disclaim, but as I said earlier, Lando is fighting for something Iâm not and it felt too selfish to keep that from him, dating or not.â
âAnd how do you think McLaren is going to do in Brazil next weekend?â
âEvery weekend is up for debate. We just have to keep our heads down and put everything we can into every race we have left.â
âThank you Ace.â
âCheers.â
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âA very warm welcome to the top three finishers of the FIA Formula 1 Mexico City Grand Prix. In third place Ace GiovanelliâŚâ Ace wasnât even paying attention to the introduction as she finished her conversation with Carlos.
The conference was mainly about Carlos, which Ace thought was rightfully deserved. â...it was an important P2 for you today, just how pleased are you with todayâs result?â
âVery, very pleased. Um Iâm happy, with P2, normally I wouldnât be, but given the circumstance of how I got here. I canât complain.â He chuckled looking at Ace who nodded her head shortly teasingly.
âYeah Lando, you say the second stint was easier but your pace was still off Aceâs, what was going through your head when you saw Ace slowing down?â
âI thought her car failed to be honest.â He laughed and Ace rolled her eyes with a chuckle. âI was like, âoh no, what happened, am I next?â but then I saw her come up behind me and knew we would have to talk after the race.â
âAce can we come to you now? P3 completes a great day for McLaren. Can we get your take on the race first of all.â
Ace lifted the mic up, âYeah, I mean all in all it was a positive weekend for McLaren. Maybe not for us personally, Carlos has been strong from FP1 and until the last moment of the race. For myself. During the race I felt I was relatively quick, having a few moments with Carlos, which I hear he did not like-â she nudged him having heard his radio- âbut at the end it was it was and Iâm very happy for McLaren, very happy for Carlos, he deserves it more than anyone this weekend.
âYouâve probably answered this many times already, but can you tell us what your thinking was behind giving up P2?â
âI donât think I âgave it upâ. That makes it sound as if I went for a cruiser, I didnât.â She chuckled with a shrug. âThoughts wise, a lot. I wanted to be selfish, get P2 under my name again, but it felt almost too selfish when Iâm not fighting for a title, Iâm only fighting Charles, and finishing ahead of him is my only goal. As a teammate it felt like the right thing to do.â
âDo you think Lando would have overtaken you if you didnât let him pass?â
âUhh,â She paused, thinking about the pace and gap. âBased on the information I was receiving, I donât think he would have, which is why I did what I did.â
âOKay, letâs open this to the floor.â
Ace was used to getting the least amount of questions when it came to him and Max anywhere close to each other.
âQuestion for the two McLaren drivers, congratulations on today, youâre both in very good form and McLaren has continued the form through the second half of the season really. How hard are you trying to keep Ferrari away from taking the constructors from you? And are you somehow surprised that youâre now fighting Ferrari and not Red Bull considering how the season has been for all three teams?â
Lando nodded to Ace to go first, âI mean yeah, weâre fighting hard. Thatâs what we're here to do. I have confidence in Lando and I will continue performing like we did in Singapore, Baku, and Zandvoort. As far as who we are fighting, I donât think it matters all that much. A fight is a fight.â She shrugged with her hands and Lando chuckled.Â
âWhat she said.â He pointed with his famous smile.
âQuestion for Ace, when you went through after Max and Lando went off, did you say anything?â
Ace leaned forward, âSorry can you say that again?â
âWhen Lando and Max went off track and you passed them, did you say something to yourself? Where you worried that you may have been apart of a collision.
Ace leaned back as she registered the question. âOh um, yeah of course. Being behind those two is always stressful, youâre always gaging whether you need to speed up and get out of the way, but when that happened I think I said, âwhat the fuck is going on there.â Oh sorry-â She laughed but then realised what she said and gasped.
âOh no.â She threw her head back and hit a hand to her hat. âI donât want to join Max in community service. I was the one who told him how to loop hole it.â She laughed and Carlos and Lando laughed with her.
âYou better enjoy it.â Carlos teased making hr laugh more. âUh yeah, then-
âBeep.â Lando sang teasingly making her chuckle. âYeah after that I went after Carlos but he was far ahead of me at that point.â She put down the mic with wide eyes looking at Lando.
âQuestion for Ace. Thatâs twice youâve taken advantage of Max and Lando, do you think that the fight is going to the very end, and will be a threeway? Or do you expect to be the clear winnerâ
Ace raised her brows at Lando as he giggled. âI mean, if they take each other out then you have your answer.â She laughed as Lando rolled his eyes jokingly. âItâs more of a fight between Lando and myself than Max and I. In reality I donât think about the driverâs championship, I like to think realistically. They would have to have very poor weekends, and I would have to win every race from now on, itâs just not realistic. I just have to focus race by race for the team.â
With one last question to Carlos the conference was over and Lando took her hand as always but she got pulled to the side for her comment and managed to get a way with a warning.Â
Carlos had invited them both to dinner and a club that night, Ace knew Rebeca and her would magnetise to each other as Lando and Carlos did. Dinner was nice but Ace loved the club, summer was too long ago for her.
In the clubâs neon lights, Ace and Lando moved together, laughter filling the space between them. He spun her playfully, nearly losing his balance when she pulled him back to dance close. Next to them, Carlos and Rebeca were trying to keep up, Carlosâs dance moves were still put together with how much he had to drink. Rebeca was laughing so hard she could barely catch her breath, holding onto Carlos to keep him from tripping over his own feet. The boys switched partners and Ace laughed in Carlosâ arms.
âMaybe we should have cut you off at dinner,ââ Ace teased, earning an exaggerated groan from him.
âDonât listen to her,â Rebeca laughed, as they switched again, âyouâre doing amazing⌠at whatever this is.â
Lando grinned, pulling Ace closer as the song switched to a slower beat, his hands finding her waist as they moved together. He leaned in, voice low, âYou know, I think we could make our own dance floor later⌠somewhere a bit more private.â
Ace rolled her eyes, though she couldnât fight her smile. âLando! Thereâs a time and a place!â
âOh, come on,â he whispered, grinning, âIâm just making sure my best moves are saved for the best dance partner.â
She laughed, giving his shoulder a light swat. âBehave, or Carlos might try to copy you!â
Carlos, catching the end of her sentence, lifted an eyebrow. âWhat are we copying now? Landoâs... moves?â
âTrust me, Carlos,â Ace said with a smirk, shooting Lando a knowing look, âyouâre better off not knowing.â
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acegiovanelli Muchas gracias Mexico! Another podium to celebrate before Brazil! Te amo Carlitos! Well deserved (even if you didn't like me racing you)
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