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A red thread tying you to me (Charles Leclerc)

There was something pulling you to him and Charles was ready to act on it

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Tw: mentions the death of reader's father's and Charles' father's deaths

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"The congress is just outside of Milan, the exact city and details are in there", your colleague Lucia offered as she flickered though the pages, "I've been a couple of times before and it's really enriching, I just know you'll love the students and the department head - she was my supervisor for a couple of years".

"It sounds great", you looked at the panel information and then the travel details, "it's such a shame you can't come with me though, but I also wouldn't want to risk your little dude showing up and have me as your midwife", you chuckled as Lucia rubbed her baby bump.

"You're capable of many things, Y/N, but I would prefer if the fate of my baby and my underparts was in the hands of a professional!", she bumped your shoulder, "and the area is really nice too, I'm sure you'll find something to keep you busy during the weekend".

"I have plans, actually, I'll be fine I think", you smiled.

Like Lucia predicted, you had a great time in the conference and the guest lecture you gave was applauded and discussed for nearly an hour after you showed the last slide of the presentation, topics going back and forth until everyone had to absolutely leave the room before the next lecture began. For now, you'd get to enjoy the region, drinking some wine and taking in the views you recognised.

The park where your father used to take you didn't look too different. The slides didn't look rusty anymore, and the swing was a bright red colour as you sat on it once you didn't see any other kid around who might want to use them and let yourself feel the breeze on your face and hair as you kicked your legs in and out. Your father used to make you feel like you could touch the sky with how high he helped you go, "you're going to touch the clouds, mia piccola stella", he would say and you would laugh loudly.

You missed him every single day, but over the years, your grief allowed you remember all of the happy moments you lived with him, cherishing them close to your heart. Spending the whole weekend in Monza and attending the race was something you hadn't done without him since he passed away. The circuit was your father's favourite - "it's the fans, Y/N, there's a thrill in the air that no other circuit has - Tifosi cover the streets, they're all you can see around town and it's magical almost" he would say to you, so when you noticed the conference was in the area and coincided with the Grand Prix weekend, both you and your mother agreed you should take the opportunity.

On your way back to the hotel, you stopped by the track, wondering what the preparations for a race weekend looked like after so many years. You still followed the sport, but you never got the chance to catch this on television.

"Oh my, oh my", you heard someone say beside where you were standing, "I can't believe my eyes, it's Y/N Y/L/N".

Turning around you spotted Salvatore, one of the mechanics your father worked with. He also had kids around your age and you would often play together whenever you were both in the garage for the weekend.

"Salvatore!", you cheered, giving him a big smile after kissing each of his cheeks, "you better believe your eyes then".

"It's been so long since I've seen you last", he recalled, rubbing your back softly. You and your mother had gone to Maranello for a tribute ceremony the team had for your father - that had been the last time he saw you.

"It has been, yes - I'm sorry", you apoligised. You told the team you'd be around and so much had happened since and you only watched it through a screen instead of living it in the flesh.

"It's okay, it was the time you needed - What brought you to Monza this weekend?", he wondered as he walked inside the paddock with you, scanning his card and getting you both in.

"A work trip actually - I finished a conference yesterday and I also gave a lecture at the university", you nodded, "and my father always loved Monza", you smiled at the memory, "he knew how cliché that sounded, but he always said there wasn't a better weekend on the calendar. And I've missed the rush, too", you offered, letting the tears flow freely and accepting them even though you were in the middle of the paddock, loud noises coming from every angle as the teams prepared the finishing touches for the upcoming race.

"He's very proud of you, I'm sure", Salvatore comforted, "and everyone will be happy to see you here - the little girl with the high pigtails is a grown woman now who attends conferences and gives lectures, who would've known?", he joked as you stepped inside the garage.

"Is this little troublemaker Y/N Y/L/N?", one of the oldest mechanics said after he applied a sticker to the halo.

When your father took you to the races, everyone knew they had fun guaranteed with you, always pulling pranks and laughing loudly, "my troublemaker days are over, I'm a responsible woman now", you chuckled, giving a quick wave to everyone before greeting everyone individually.

"Do you have tickets for this weekend?", Fred asked. Even though he had just met you, it was clear to him how much you mattered to everyone who worked with your father, "we can get you a pass, I'm sure".

"I have grandstand tickets", you stated.

"Silvia!", the team principal called the woman, making her approach him and rub your arm kindly, "do we have any guest passes left?".

"Let me check", Silvia mumbled, "we have one left, actually! Charles didn't even notice he asked us to save a ticket for his mother twice - I'll get it for you, it's in the meeting room upstairs", she smiled.

"Charles will also be very happy to see you around, did you tell him you were coming?", Salvatore mentioned.

"I haven't actually - I've been really busy", you mumbled.

You met the monégasque driver when he was Scuderia Ferrari's development driver and Prema Racing driver in Formula Two, accidentally running into him in the dining area of the hospitality and ending up spending most of his free time there throughout the whole weekend.

Quickly, it became a tradition to do so whenever he was over and whenever he was done with his Formula Two duties and you happened to be at the same track.

When you stopped attending races because the memories were too painful, you lost contact, opting to react to eachother's Instagram stories every now and again and sending quick messages through the social media app.

"The boys arrive today, but they're only coming to the track tomorrow", Fred added, "you'll have plenty of time to catch up".

Charles had finally arrived to the hotel after all the flights and drives, thankful that there weren't many fans around already and he could get inside without a hitch, checking in and getting his room keys.

"Hold it, per favore!", he said to the person on the lift, dreaming of the changing from his travel outfit and the bed waiting for him. When his hand helped him inside the metal door, he couldn't believe his eyes, "Y/N?".

He could remember the last time he saw you. He had just started his first season as a Formula One driver for Alfa Romeo and you had come back to the paddock for the first race of the season like you promised you would. He sat with you whenever he had a little break, you caught up with him and his early days as a driver with a seat rather than just watching from the sidelines.

"Charles, hi!", you gasped, hugging him and feeling him squeeze your body against his.

"I- what are you doing here? Are you here for the race?", he wondered. This couldn't be a mere coincidence. He hoped it wasn't.

"I had a work trip here that coincided with this weekend, and I thought of it as a sign", you explained, "you're staying in this hotel too?".

"Yes, the team are at the one where we usually stay for the weekend, but until Thursday, I'm staying here, yes", he smiled, "Goodness, I feel like it's both been forever and like it was yesterday", he chuckled, "do you want to get a drink? I have a nice selection in my room whenever I stay", he offered.

"I'd love to, Charles", you said, hoping that the tingly feeling on your tummy mirrored Charles' own excitement at this unexpected but valued encounter, "are you sure though? You just arrived".

"No, don't worry about that! My room is... 705", he checked on the card he was handed, "so you can join me now or maybe you want to set those things down first and meet me there?", he pointed to the bag you were carrying.

"Yes, this is quite heavy actually", you blushed, "my room is on this floor, so I'll meet in your room in fifteen? I need to freshen up because I've been walking around town all day".

Leaving the elevator on your floor, Charles waved at your before the doors closed andyou headed to your door. Stepping inside, you left the totebag with the books you bought in the chair before heading to the bathroom, brushing out any tangles in your hair and splashing your face with water to freshen up.

After getting yourself ready to go, you went up to Charles' floor, knocking on the door and waiting for him.

"Come in, come in!", Charles offered after he opened the door, "I've unpacked but kept it very organised still", he chuckled as you walked inside the room. It looked the same as yours did, only a different colour pallette for the decoration.

"How have you been?", you wondered once you sat down and shared some sparkling water, neither of you really feeling like drinking anything alcoholic.

"You surely know more about me than I know about you", Charles smiled, "but it's been good, this season has been great so far, I feel like we're in a really good path and things are working well", he took a sip from his cup, "the team have done such an incredible job".

"And the driver on the car doesn't have anything to do with that?", you squinted at his ever so modest take on things.

"I suppose I do", he blushed.

"I may have not been here, but I've watched every race - minus some of the ones at daft o'clock, I only watched those when my sleep was all messed up", you joked, "you're an essential part of this team, Charles, everyone can see that so you should give yourself more credit", you touched his arm.

Even though it had been years since you last saw eachother, you hit it off immediately and it seemed like no time had passed.

"And you? What is this work trip that brought you here?", Charles nodded.

"You're not the only one who gets to travel for work, alright?", you tsked, "I had to do a presentation on a conference and then the department invited me for a lecture, nothing big".

"Who's being ever so modest now, hm? That is fantastic, mon ange!", he congratulated before he noticed the words coming out of his mouth.

"When I noticed it fell around this weekend, I told my mum and she said that I should try and dip my foot here - I've been wanting to come to race sooner but...", you trailed off.

"I get it - it's hard going to the places that remind you of them", Charles took his hand in yours and squeezed it, "he was so cherished by the team, I'm sure everyone will be very happy to see you".

"Actually, I walked to the track today so I could see it up close before the race - I hoped it wouldn't be such a big shock once I got there on Friday -, and I bumped into Salvatore", you smiled, "he let me go into the garage and I saw everyone, it was really nice", you looked up so the tears on your eyes wouldn't fall.

"I can get you a pass, let me just text Silvia!", Charles said as he got his phone from his pocket with his free hand.

"She already did", you chirped, "apparently you booked two for your mother, so they had a spare one".

"You see, a couple of years ago, my mum was too late to tell me she was coming to the race and I was out of the guest passes, so I always have one on hold for her and I sent the list with her name on it as well", he admitted, "but it seems to have turned out just fine - meant to be even".

You ended up requesting room service for the two of you for dinner, neither feeling like going out of the room after feeling so comfortable there. Conversation was steady, vulnerability was easy to show and the butterflies were happily dancing on your tummy.

"I better get to my room, then", you stated once Charles told you about what he needed to do tomorrow once he was at the track.

"I didn't mean it that way - I'm fine!", he said after doing his best attempt at containing a big yawn, "I'm fine!".

"You're tired, and frankly so am I", you admitted as you got up from the bed.

"Would you like to come with me to the track tomorrow? If you don't have other plans that is", he mumbled the last part.

"I don't - I was just going to work a little bit, but if you find me a spot in the hospitality, I'll happily take my stuff there", you smiled reassuringly as you put on your shoes and headed to the door.

"I can take you to your room", Charles got up from the bed and followed you.

"No need, my room is just downstairs", you reasoned, kissing his cheek in a silent thank you still.

"That's right - so we'll go tomorrow after breakfast?", he rested his body on the door once you opened it.

"Yes, that works for me! Good night, Charles", you smiled before walking up to the elevator.

Walking inside the hospitalitynwith Salvatore and the rest of the team, he was quick to show you where you could set up.

"Charles likes to spend as much time as possible with the fans and it's right about now that they start becoming more and more and they're everywhere, too", he explained as he helped you in the table on the lounge area, "there's food and coffee in there if you need anything", Salvatore smiled, "if you need anything, just ask someone".

"Thank you - this is perfect", you assured, sitting down and working on your laptop and reading some of the books you had bought.

Charles and Carlos finally arrived at the hospitality, greeting the team and talking to them for a while before they headed upstairs for a meeting.

"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend and you were bringing her here", Carlos told Charles as he poured some coffee on a mug after the meeting.

"I don't - I haven't brought a girlfriend here", Charles quirked an eyebrow at his team-mate.

"So who is that young woman you just smiled at and are pouring coffee for after giving her the heart eyes?", it was the spanish driver's turn to raise his eyebrows.

"Oh, Y/N!", Charles smiled as he mentioned your name, "she's an old friend! Her father was a mechanic before he passed away a few years ago - the older team members have known her since she was little, everyone loves her", he mused.

"Everyone loves her - I can see that", Carlos chuckled as he followed Charles to the table.

"We don't want to interrupt or disturb you too much", Charles announced as he set the mug next to your laptop.

"It's fine, sit sit!", you encouraged as you closed the books you no longer needed to make room for them, "I'm Y/N", you told Carlos.

"I'm Carlos", he smiled back, "nice to meet you", he said before you dove into conversation, discussing anything that popped into your minds and getting to know eachother.

"Don't let her fool you into believing she has always been a responsible, put together girl because she used to steal and hide all of our tools!", Antonio, one of the engineers pointed at you after he got himself a bottle of water, "Charles knows her tricks already but you, Carlos, don't fall for that!".

"You loved it every time I was on the computers and drew on Paint! You even had one of my drawings as the background for almost an entire season!", you threw at him as he approached you, patting the top of your head protectively.

"I'd like to see that! I've only known her since she was way older", Charles pouted.

"Jealous much?", Carlos teased, his voice above a whisper as Charles seemed to get flustered.

"Is it really that obvious?", the monégasque driver mumbled once you got up to get something to eat, "I've had a crush on her since I was a development driver".

"Why have you never said anything? She seems like she really cares about you too", Carlos mused as he thought to a few moments before where you too gqve him heart eyes. He would have to be blind to not notice it, and even then the energy between you too would still be felt.

"The timing wasn't right, I guess - her father passed away almost right after as I became a driver for Alfa Romeo, and she hasn't been in the paddock since. We have texted every now and again over the years and now she happened to be here for the race too", Charles offered.

"I'd say you should take a shot - trust me, she likes you back", Carlos patted Charles' shoulder after getting up, watching you go back to the table with a big smile on your face.

After Charles took pole position in qualifying, the team stayed a bit longer for the debrief, going over a few points of the discussion and the changes they still needed to make before the race.

"Y/N! We're having dinner at one of our favourite restaurants in town and I'm counting you in, okay?", Charles said as he spotted you in the garage, followed by Andrea, who had been keeping you company along with his brothers, Charlotte and Pascale.

"Your family is here for you, Charles, I don't want to intrude", you said as you got up, unaware of the Leclerc matriarch behind you.

"Chérie, of course you won't be intruding - we'd love to have you there!", Pascale chirped in.

"Well, in that case...!", you smiled, "just tell me where I should go and at what time, or are we going straight there?", you wondered.

"I was thinking we could go straight there if that's okay with you - you can can come with me and Andrea can ride with my brothers", Charles suggested, "unless you need to go back to the hotel", he quickly scrambled.

"No, I'm fine! Unless this outfit is not restaurant appropriate", you muttered as you looked down. Against all odds, you managed to not get any food stains on your dress. It was a midi skirt cut, flowy to allow your body to feel cool considering the warm Italian day.

"It's fine - you're fine, you look beautiful!", Charles was quick to assure you.

"Good, that's good then", you smiled before excusing yourself to go and get your things.

"You have to tell her, Charles - your affection is no use to either of you if you keept it in here", Pascale tapped her son's chest.

"Y/N", Charles called you before he had to go and get ready for the race, "I have something for you - we do", he said as some of the mechanics, including Salvatore, followed him.

"Oh, what is it?", you smiled.

"We commented with some guys back at the factory that you were here with is this weekend and they found something we thought you'd like to have", Salvatore said as he handed you a bag.

Looking inside, you noticed an old Ferrari cap and some embroidered lettering on the side, recognising it immediately. When you were a teenager, you decided to try different hobbies and hand embroidery was the one that stuck the most, so much so that on one of the race weekends, you embroidered caps for everyone on the team that asked you.

"My wife remembered the one I have at home and then the guys at Maranello found your father's and apparently one you did for Charles' as well", Salvatore offered as you took them both out.

"Dad always said he had plenty of embroidered things at home and this one was the one he had to travel with him", you chuckled as tears welled up in your eyes, feeling Charles soothingly rub your back.

"I remember getting this and loving it - I thought I had lost it!", Charles said, unaware if how close he was pulling you together so he could get a peek at the old caps.

"There's some loose string here", you chuckled, wiping the tears and fiddling with the red thread, "I didn't know how to properly tie it at the start, I kept losing it - I think I even glued it down at some point. Thank you for bringing this out", you smiled.

"Would you mind if I wore this for the driver's parade?", Charles asked you.

"I was planning on wearing my dad's while I watched the race", you offered, testing the fabric and placing it on your head before doing the same with Charles, fixing it on his head and looking up at him.

You never got over how handsome he was. The little scar on his cheek, his mole, the smile that never failed to make you smile, his beautiful green eyes. His kindness, his gentleness, his talent - there wasn't a way to deny how much you liked it. How much you liked him.

"We will be matching then!", Charles squeezed you against him before going to his driver's room.

Only when Charles was headed to take P1 on the grid did he hand the cap back to Salvatore and put on his helmet, giving you a wink before he left.

"How are you feeling?", Pascale asked as she sat next to you to watch the race. Over the last couple of days, she had grown close to you, not only because you had captured her son's heart and she wanted to get to know you, but also because Charles had told her how emotionally charged it was for you to be at the track, in Monza nonetheless.

"It's a lot", you admitted, "everyone has been so kind and warm, so all of the heavy feelings have been slowly infiltrating the good ones and it's been easier to deal with them like that", you blinked away a few tears.

"I get it", Pascale nodded, "losing someone is not easy, and I can't imagine what it feels like for you - the boys and I talk about my late husband every now and again and it gets easier to talk about it, I think that's what it is anyway".

"Yes, definitely like that. My mum and I have reached the point where we don't cry at every mention - despite what you might have noticed this weekend", you chuckled.

"It's emotional, chérie - I, for one, always cry whenever the boys achieve their goals. Hervé isn't here to see them, but I know he knows, and the boys know how proud he is of them", Pascale smiled, keeping some tears at bay too.

"You raised amazing young men, don't doubt that", you let out. At this point, you were sure she had noticed or had at least an inkling. As any mechanic for the red team who knew you since you were a kid would say, you were never a good liar - anytime you said you didn't touch something, they knew to look in your backpack first.

"Thank you, dear", she added, "you know, Charles is quite careful in who he lets in, but he's never been good at hiding how much he cares about someone and I can tell he cares a great deal about you".

"I care a lot about him too", you smiled before you were handed a pair of headphones each with the race about to start.

When Charles successfully kept the cars behind him away with a good gap, you clapped and watched the remaining laps number get smaller and smaller until there was only the current lap left.

Charlotte held your hand together with hers as you watched Charles be the first driver to see the checkered flag and when Xavi yelled "And P1!" into the radio, you did your happy dance, not having a care in the world about what others thought as you watched the Tifosi erupt in cheer.

"He did it! He did it!", Pascale clapped for her son, Arthur hugging her while Lorenzo did the same with his girlfriend while you softly touched your father's embroidered name on your cap with your fingers.

Running up to Parc Fermé, you stood in the sea of red, waiting for him to come back and hug them.

"You did so well, congratulations!", you said as you pulled Charles for a hug.

"Had my good luck charm with me!", he smiled back, kissing your cheek as he took advantage of you being shielded by the mechanics and engineers.

The team celebratory dinner was going really well, everyone happy with how the weekend panned out with both drivers on the podium and enjoying the meal on the restaurant's outside patio.

"If you guys want dessert, they're going to set them out on that table and you can grab as much as you like", Fred spread the message as you could see all kinds of sweet foods being brought out, a pudding catching your eye along with some raspberries.

You and Charles got the dessert plates and served yourselves, noticing the staff was already clearing up the tables, meaning you'd have to move to the bar area, many people opting to skip dessert and get some drinks instead.

"You can see the stars so clearly tonight", you mused as you looked up at the sky, setting your plate on the high table.

"My father always said that the stars did shine brighter here, and tonight the sky is very clear", Charles hummed in agreement, looking at your face. The moonlight and the dim lighting for the lamps and fairy lights illuminated all your features perfectly - your smile as you looked up formed the dimples on your cheeks, your eyes that were a tiny bit squinty and the way your whole body seemed relaxed.

The goosebumps on your arms caught his eye though, "here, have this", Charles said as he offered you the cardigan he had carried around all night since according to him his mother made him do it because it would be cold.

"Thanks", you smiled as you pulled the sleeves and folded them around your wrist so they would fit better, "this is really comfy, I might steal this if you don't ask for it back", you joked.

"I don't mind if you keep it, you have had my heart all these years", Charles stated. There it was.

"What?", you faced him, heart beating fast inside your chest.

"It's true, I've had a crush on you since I first met you, and these past couple of days have been amazing, and I can't believe it took me all these years to realize how I truly feel about you Y/N", he told you, no stutter or sign of regret on his face.

"I haven't been around, really, it's my fault", you fiddled with your thumbs before looking at him again, "but I can't lose you again".

"You never lost me, amour", he smiled as his eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, his hand cupping your cheek your mouth pressed on his, ignoring everything and everyone around you.

Interrupting the kiss for air, Charles giggled as you hid your face in his neck once you heard the cheers and whistles, your lashes tickling him as his arms circled your waist and pulled you closer to him.

"He wins inside the track and outside of it, Charles Leclerc, P1 to Y/N's heart!", Carlos shouted before whistling again.

"Just so you know, I want an invite to your wedding!", Salvatore pointed his finger at you, "I still remember when you invited me for your wedding with Vettel!".

"You and Seb?", Charles chuckled once you pulled away from his neck.

"Sebastian was my favourite when I was little", you giggled, hiding your face on Charles' chest this time, "when he was back in RedBull still, I asked my father to ask him if he could take a photo with me and I cherished that for so many years - it was my most prized possession!".

"I can't promise you Seb, but I can promise you the very best of me", Charles said as he kissed the top of your head.

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stargirlrchive · 5 months

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heeyy, i need softdom!gaz so badly 😞☝️

me too me too me too :c

cw: kyle garrick x gender neutral reader, penetration

18+ ONLY — MINORS DNI

but kyle is so fucking sweet on you. pampers you like you wouldn’t believe, and that heavily translates into the way you have sex.

his fingers are so thick, and rough but he’s so gentle with you. peppering your body with kisses as he folds you into him, or into whatever position he wants to take you in. gripping the back of your thighs as he pushes your knees to your chest.

you’re so sensitive because he’s already made you cum twice but he wants another. he wants to feel you tighten around him one last time before he cums.

“you can do it, baby. just one more.”

whines and mewls of pleasure falling from your mouth as you nod, his thick cock pressing into you to stretch you around his veiny shaft once more.

he’s laughing quietly down at your fucked out expression, you can barely keep your eyes open as you beg him desperately, “pleasepleaseplease.”

“please what, hm?”

and quite honestly, you don’t know what you’re begging for. all you can focus on is the way kyle’s cock is causing something warm and pleasant to coil in your belly.

a tight thread that feels like it’s going to snap at any moment.

at your silence, his free hand comes up to gently grip at your jaw, your eyes snapping open to look at him.

“be good and use your words.”

you tighten around him as your fingers dig into the creamy sheets of your bed. desperation lacing your tone as your chest rises and falls in rapid succession, “need to cum, please-wanna cum so bad.”

gaz’s smirk turns feral as he stares down at you, tutting softly as he pushes two fingers into your mouth.

“see, baby. that wasn’t so hard was it?”

and you can’t respond, your mouth stuffed with his fingers as you drool around his digits. his hips snapping into yours as his cock continues to bully into you.

“you don’t need to ask, love. just let go.”

and he doesn’t need to tell you twice because the warmth that was blooming in your belly has now spread all over your body. all the way down to the tip of your toes as you tighten around him and your release washes over.

“kyle-fuckfuck!”

he’s leaning down, pushing your knees even closer to your chest as his mouth slots over yours. drinking in and swallowing down the noises that fall from your mouth.

“there you go, did so fuckin’ good for me.”

and he delivers a few more short thrust into you before he’s cumming and filling you up. easing your body into a much more comfortable position as he massages your aching muscles and kisses you all over.

his lips ghosting over your skin as he mumbles how good you were for him and how much he loves you.

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toji-girl · 1 month

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18+ only content - mdni

I deleted the twitter videos, so these are just 1.7k drabbles ft Toji and Sukuna!

Toji

tags: fem reader + explicit smut + creampie

It was like you enjoyed testing Toji's patience when it came to certain things, like when you put on his favorite dress of yours or when you really wanted to push him you'd walk around the house butt naked.

His eyes would follow you like a cartoon character would follow the smell of a pie. Sometimes it felt like his personal hell when you enjoyed teasing him by seductively brushing against him.

"Oh, sorry baby." You would giggle and either squeeze his ass or pecs only to twirl out of his reach when he tries to grab for you wanting to feel your softness under his roughish touch.

He would hum and let out a 'ya sure doll' with a slight huff but little did you know that Toji enjoyed it despite his grumbling, he just wasn't sure how to express how much he liked being touched on.

Sometimes he'd playfully call you a succubus with how you teased him and you'd really get into that role sometimes by wearing the most brazen lingerie you could buy at the store or order online.

Like now when he lounged on the couch after a long day at work it felt like his bones were mush as he melted on the cushions until you emerged from the bathroom smelling like a bowl of strawberries with a hint of cream that made his mouth water.

Toji let out a low wolf whistle, his eyes shifting from the TV to you that seemed to glow with lust the more he eyed you up and down taking in every bare inch of your skin that he's touched more times than he could count but he still couldn't get enough of you.

His hand shot out to slap your ass but you playfully swatted him away and curled on the other end of the couch with your book. "Oh, so now you're just bein' a tease, huh?" Toji drawled when you spread your legs which in turn separated your pussylips giving him a good view.

You shrugged and stretched one leg out to rest your foot on his lap, his fingers instantly finding the arch of it to massage away the tender pain that blossomed under the flesh causing it to pulse with an ache.

Your soft moans made his dick twitch and the scent of your sweet arousal didn't help either, the way it all but drooled a clear and sticky slick that Toji would taste like the best thing he's ever had in his life.

"Feels good, don't stop please." You begged softly, your eyes fluttering shut as your phone slipped from your hand dropping to your belly just when he started massaging your other foot gently.

Toji chuckled and leaned in to stroke your pussy with his free hand toying with your cunt's opening watching the hole stretch around one finger before shrinking back when he pulled out in a teasing manner.

"I've heard that before." He smirked and leaned over more forgetting the foot massage as your pussy came closer to his mouth.

You snapped your legs shut which in turn caught Toji's head between them as you softly flicked his forehead. "This is payback for last week when you teased me all day and left me alone that same night."

The man pouted almost as he stared at you making you burst out into a fit of giggles, to see a man like Toji of his stature all but pouting like a kid that couldn't have cookies for dinner was cute and funny.

"What's so funny?" He hummed wishing he could taste you.

You threaded your fingers through his hair and tugged on it softly with another round of giggles before you claimed off the couch.

A few days later all Toji could think about was you with your legs spread obscenely wide open and his tongue buried in your sweet cunt eating and lapping it like a dog drinking from a water bowl.

Now he knew that you'd be a few minutes later after work so he stood by the door naked waiting for your key to slide in the lock before he opened it for you to hear you gasp and drop your purse. "Baby! Oh my! What if someone saw you?!" You squeaked stepping inside.

Toji shrugged and grabbed your hips pulling you closer to him, his hands moving to rest on your ass giving it a squeeze molding your body to his as he dipped down to kiss you deeply and tenderly.

Large hands cupped and gripped your ass before moving to your hips then they were lifting your shirt off quickly breaking the kiss for a moment before Toji was on you again pressing you into the wall.

He tasted of whiskey and lust as his tongue tangled with yours moving together in an erotic dance, your fingers found purchase in his hair as you tilted your head to welcome more of him in gladly.

You could feel how hard he was when his hips pressed into you, his fingers hooked into the band of your panties and skirt ripping them from your body, the loud rrriiiiipppp sounding out in the entryway.

Toji didn't stop until you were naked like him. "Jump for me." He instructed you with a tone that left no room for argument, not that you would when you were wound up this tight and oh so very needy.

Listening you jumped letting him catch you and put you down on the table near the door making you grip Toji's bicep. "Wait - can this thing even hold me up?" You whined feeling your skin heat and prickle.

"It will and if it doesn't I'll catch you darlin'."

Once you were comfortable leaning against the wall as you spread your legs wide open letting Toji push them back and move your arms to keep you like this for him, his eyes dropped down to your wet pussy with a deep growl that vibrated in his chest.

"Remember how you kept teasin' me the other night?" He asked in a husky voice catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

You nodded and looked up at him already in a trance as you stared at your husband who towered above you with a smirk. "Good girl."

He wrapped thick fingers around his shaft giving himself a few pumps as his other hand cupped your pussy before splaying you open to dip his fingers inside of you, twisting and turning slowly knowing the spots that would have you creaming around him.

Matching the pace Toji watched as you bucked your hips seeking more of him. "I want you inside me please baby please, it's been so long!" You begged pitifully with wet wide eyes that made him twitch.

The fat length of his cock laid against your wet sex, the tip angry and leaking a copious amount of pre-cum which added to the sticky sweet slick that made your pussy a wet mess. "So needy for me, mh?"

You rolled your hips and tilted your hips down wanting to feel more f his fingers, your body needed that stretch before he could fuck you or it would be uncomfortable otherwise.

He pulled his fingers from your cunt with a wet squelch loving the way it made you flustered as he used your slick as a makeshift lube on his cock that he slapped on your pussy with a smirk and a moan.

Slowly Toji thrust inside you while holding the base of his dick while the other rested on the underside of your leg, when he got past his head you gasped and gripped your ankle with a soft grunt.

He fucked you with slow rolls of his hips leaning over you now to press his palms against the wall as he bore most of his weight stretching you out, his eyes shifted down to where you two were connected making his heart flutter with how you took him.

Then he looked down at you and cupped your jaw in a tight yet gentle hold, it was him saying 'you're mine' without him actually saying it. His thumb traced your bottom lip tugging it down as he thrust all the way in bottoming out making it feel like he was in your stomach.

Toji was able to pull soft cries from you as he made the table knock against the wall no doubt making everything on your neighbor's wall fall off but neither of you could care, not when he was hitting all the spots that made your toes curl and your head hazy with a heady lust.

His name was a chant that poured from your lips like communion wine and he was your savior.

The way your pussy pulsed around him made his sack tighten as his hands moved down again when his orgasm feasted off yours, you could feel each twitch as he filled you with a load of warm sticky cum that seeped down between the globes of your ass and on the floor.

You both panted heavily as he pulled out slowly hearing you whine from the loss as he thrust back in with a smirk painting his scarred lips, inky strands fell across his handsome face as he tilted his head back huffing and moaning your name so deeply.

Each time he pulled back a thick glob of pearly cum would string from you to him when he bottomed out again fucking his essence back into you deeper until he was sure part of him would always be in you.

Toji played with your pussy like it was a game of sorts, rubbing the head between your cum covered lips hearing you softly grunt and whine about how embarrassing it was not like you weren't just taking his dick like a well-seasoned porno.

tags: fem reader + explicit smut + this is inspired by @buttdumplin and I's DMS screaming about uncle! Sukuna with a breeding kink + toddler! Yuuji and Jin make an appearance + he picks you up because he's strong as hell dkjbr I mean have you seen him!?!

Sukuna

Throughout the apartment, you could hear Sukuna's stomping and feel it vibrate the floors as he playfully chased his nephew around who stayed the night with you both last night after Jin and his wife went on a date after several months of not having one.

Truth be told you were ecstatic to watch the pink-haired boy who reminded you a lot of your husband and Jin too, of course, seeing that he is his son but you knew his uncle was an influence.

Sometimes Sukuna was good and bad at it.

A few times you'd catch him giving Yuuji a piece of food that you knew Jin wouldn't want him to have because he begged and begged for it and Sukuna couldn't stand the whining anymore or when you caught them in the living room making a fort after midnight because he had nightmares.

Overall though, Sukuna was a great uncle and despite his outward attitude about it all you knew that he was Yuuji's biggest protector, and sometimes he acted more like his dad than his uncle.

You could hear Yuuji's little giggles as he rounded the corner into the living room waddling over to where you sat on the couch finishing up some paperwork for work when he threw himself in your lap.

"Auntie! Kunnie is coming to get me!" Yuuji wailed playfully, his cherub cheeks glowed with health and a deep belly laugh when Sukuna was quick to join the room with a fake snarl glaring at you.

He drew a fake gun from his pocket as you wrestled the little boy behind you before holding your hands up. "Don't shoot! I have no idea where he went!" You mustered up the best cry you could and sobbed.

Sukuna hummed and winked at you when Yuuji wasn't looking setting off a million butterflies in your belly as he came closer. "You sure you haven't seen a little brat runnin' around here?" He asked again bending down to be at eye level with you with a smirk.

His scent wafted around you like a warm hug as you resisted the urge to kiss him, to feel the softness of his lips against yours.

During the intense eye contact, Yuuji popped out from behind you to wrap his little arms around Sukuna's neck who dropped to the floor carefully letting his nephew wrestle him down. "Auntie! Get him!"

You couldn't help but giggle then you felt a warmth begin to gradually grow in your womb until it felt like there was a raging fire inside you taking over every fiber of your being making you want Sukuna's baby.

Or perhaps several and you weren't even sure why this was coming on so strongly, you've seen Sukuna and Yuuji play together more times than you could count and the both of you even held him when he was a newborn baby fresh from the womb himself.

Sukuna stopped mid-tickle to look at you deep in thought as you stood idly by the couch still until he called your name pulling you from your thoughts. "Sorry, I got lost in some thinking. Now do you still need me to beat off Kunnie?" You asked Yuuji in a cheery voice.

You were clearly thinking about something that had you zoning out even over Yuuji's ear-drum-shattering giggles that could be high-pitched when he squealed. "Yes! Get him, Auntie!" He cried out.

Before you could make it over to them Sukuna was quick on his feet and stood with Yuuji tucked in his arms. "You will never catch me!" He hooted and shot you a playfully dirty look before taking off.

"Help! Help me! He's going to tickle me!" Yuuji whined and laughed throwing his little head back when Sukuna gently tossed him on the bed when you entered the room with the broom holding it out.

Sukuna and Yuuji both looked at you with wide eyes as the little boy started clapping and jumping up and down on the mattress as you and Sukuna engaged in a fake battle that made the little boy excited.

It was nothing for you and your husband to make Yuuji laugh and feel like he was having the time of his life then the thought of him having a cousin to play with made your skin prickle with heat again.

The thought was planted in your mind and it created small dreamlike movies that were filtered with a soft glow of Sukuna rubbing your swollen belly and Yuuji wanting to protect you fiercely.

As you watched them together you couldn't douse the feeling no matter how much you wanted to, Sukuna never really showed interest in that and it was something you've both talked about before.

If it happened then it did and if didn't then you and he could snuggle and spoil Yuuji to death instead, your husband always joked that at least you could give the little boy back and you two could go home.

"Thank you again for watching him, I hope he wasn't a handful," Jin told the both of you when he scooped up his mini-him cradling his head as he whined softly looking at you.

You reached out and kissed his head when Sukuna wrapped his arm around your waist tugging you closer, sometimes he didn't enjoy seeing you give anyone any affection despite knowing how silly it was. "No, never. He is always a delight to have around." You hummed.

Once the door was closed you leaned against it looking at your husband as he stepped closer pressing his arm above your head, one finger hooked under your chin tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

"What are you thinking about sweetheart?" He asked huskily wanting to know what was bothering you.

Your eyes darted all over his face not meeting his until you finally looked at him. "I want a baby." You blurted wishing you could shove the words back into your mouth and take them back, chew it all up.

His mouth parted subtly as your words worked their way through his brain, you've been married four years now after dating for a year and have done a lot of traveling and stuff just you two wanted to do. "Really? Want my baby that bad, huh?" He teased leaning down closer.

Your skin broke out in another flush of heat as your heart thrummed as you darted looking between both eyes trying to see if he was serious. "I do, yes but if you don't then-" He cut you off with a kiss that left you breathless when he pulled away and picked you up.

"Sukuna!" You shrieked when he tossed you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, one large hand coming down to smack your ass hearing you squeal as he walked into the bedroom putting tossing you on the bed before crawling up your body blocking the light.

He was massive as he towered above you, his lips curled into a sexy smirk as he moved to kneel between your legs slowly pulling your pants and panties off and tossing them behind him with a chuckle.

You spread your legs bucking and seeking his hands that traced the curves and dips of your thighs and hips watching you grow needy for him as he cupped your pussy before squeezing it entirely making you cover your face. "Don't hide from me." He told you in a soft demand.

Instantly your hands dropped to your sides as he leaned down to kiss each hip slowly dragging his tongue across your heated flesh until he met your slick pussy that was throbbing for his touch. "Please, baby!"

Usually, Sukuna would love to tease you but your smell was sickly sweet making his tongue loll out to lick a wide stripe up your cunt meeting your clit with a messy kiss smearing your arousal on his face.

His hands gripped the fat of your thighs pinning you to the bed as he devoured you like a man starved kissing and licking every inch of your pussy almost until his tongue almost met your other hole making you shiver and grasp the bedsheets moaning his name.

Pleasure waved over you like soft warmth that made you never want to leave it as he brought you over the edge just by his tongue that slipped inside of you tasting your cum like it was the elixir of life.

Once you were lucid enough Sukuna helped you up and took your spot helping you straddle him reverse cow-girl style as his hands gripped your hips guiding your cunt closer to his twitching cock.

He watched his low lids as the head teased your opening before he pushed in flexing his abdominal muscles and thighs as you curled your fingers into the sheets fucking you with fast and deep thrusts.

Sukuna's hands squeezed the fat of your ass moving you up and down the length of his cock, the loud wet squelch of him fucking you made your ears ring and rush with blood making you dizzy as your hand found the wall in front of you meeting each of his thrusts.

"Kuna! Baby!" You whined throwing your head back as the sounds and smell of sex filled the room leaving behind a perfume for later.

His palms glided all over your ass as you fucked him the best you could bouncing up and down and throwing your ass back on him already feeling your second orgasm rise like steam until your body was jerking on top of him, your pussy gripped him tightly.

You reached back patting his arm fucked out enough that his name was a slur as he fucked you through your climax loving the way your cunt rippled along his cock until it was twitching and filling you with a thickness and warmth that made you sigh in content.

He watched as it came out making a complete mess of where you two met, it was white and sticky as he smeared it over your ass making it shiny and all his as you laid your upper body down.

Sukuna didn't want it to end though, not the way you kept grinding down on him seeking more of his cum even though you were beyond sensitive and your legs were quivering you started up again.

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Crash Course - Part 2

Series Masterlist

➪the one where you and hayden are officially together, on and off the track.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 5.6k | Part 1 | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Seven months since your massive failure in front of hundreds of people, and seven months since you met Hayden.

You wished you could bring yourself to be embarrassed about the whole event, but it was the result of a deal you made with him, and it ended with you and him being wrapped around each other’s fingers.

Tonight was supposed to be packed as well, and the drivers were encouraged to head out onto the track a bit earlier than normal, but that still didn’t stop Hayden from taking you by the hand and dragging you into one of the empty concession stands for a quickie.

That’s where you are now, pressed up against the wall next to an out of order vending machine. Hayden kept your body pinned to the wall with his own, his hips rocking into yours at a pace that had your head spinning, and the two of you were still fully clothed.

You should have seen this coming, really.

Since you were in a serious relationship and had even moved in together a few months back, you drove to the track together to save some money on gas. And so you didn’t have to spend time away from one another.

Seven months in and you were still so obsessed with each other, it was like a never ending honeymoon phase.

You teased him during the whole ride here, so he needed to get out his sexual frustrations before he went on the track for the rest of the night, and luckily you were more than willing to help him out.

“Fuck,” he muttered against the skin of your neck, your jacket had long since been removed for the sole purpose of him wanting to mark you up before the race. Hayden had already left countless hickeys on your shoulders and neck, all of which would be covered by your jumpsuit later, so there wasn’t a need to make a fuss about the way he was tainting your skin with his mouth.

Your hands thread through his hair as he fucked into you, lifting his head so you could press your lips to his. “Oh, fuck, you’re so good,” you praise quietly, not wanting to alert any potential wanderers who entered the venue just outside the stand. “So good.”

Hayden groaned loudly, seemingly unbothered at the very real fact that you and he could get caught doing this by one of the many workers, crew members, or fans that had shown up. “So tight,” he commented, dipping his head down so he could watch the way his slick covered dick fucked in and out of you. “No matter how many times I fuck you, you’re still so tight.”

His words turn you on even more and you tip your head back further, the action making the sales poster that was pinned to the wall behind you crumple a bit. “God,” you whimper, tugging at the hairs on the back of his neck that were peeking out from his snapback that had the track’s logo etched onto it. “Hayden.”

He grunted, his fingers digging into the underside of your thighs as he hikes you up further, making your free hand shoot out to grip the wall. A couple of posters that had the menu for the stand on them were ripped from their tacks and fell to the floor when you steadied yourself, your legs locking even tighter around his waist. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he praised. “You’re so perfect.”

“Harder,” you quietly beg, moving your hand from the wall and knocking the hat off his head. While you absolutely loved the way he looked when he wore the hat backwards, you loved the feeling of his hair between your fingers even more. “Please, Hayden, give it to me harder.”

Hayden lifted his head so he could meet your lust filled gaze, and he knew his eyes held the same look in them. “You want me to fuck you hard, pretty girl?” He asked, tightening his hold on you as he pressed his hips to yours, making him go as deep as he possibly could.

The small box he had in his pocket poked him, and he could only hope that you wouldn’t call him out on what it was. You would find out later tonight.

He stilled his thrusts and locked his jaw at the way you throbbed and pulsated around him, your walls desperate for him to keep fucking into you. “Want it rough? Like this?”

When he gives a single sharp thrust, you cry out and grip his hair tighter, feeling the way your body shook with need. “Yes, fuck, yes. Just like that,” you moan loudly when he resumes the movements of his hips, going at the same pace as before but much harder, like you begged him to do. “God, you’re so deep. I love you so much, Hayden, fuck.”

He grinned at you, pressing his lips to yours as he rocked into you. “I love you,” he said in between noisy kisses. “My hot, needy girl.”

What a hypocrite. He was the one who couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He was the one who pulled you into the out of order concession stand as soon as you arrived at the tracks. But it was no secret that his hypocrisy was what started your relationship, with him going on about how much you wanted him, when in reality, he wanted you just as much. Maybe even more.

“We have to be on the track soon,” you weakly remind him as blackspots begin to cloud your vision. With Hayden, it was never just a quick fuck. The word didn’t exist in his vocabulary. If he was taking you, he was taking you at his own pace and he didn’t care who had to wait on him.

There was, however, one way to get him closer a bit faster when you were in a rush. You discovered that Hayden was a sucker for hearing you beg for him to knock you up. You were on the pill and definitely not ready for kids yet, and you weren’t trying for them, but he was obsessed with the idea of you carrying his baby.

Despite only being together for less than a year, you had talked about it, briefly. You both decided that you weren’t going to try for kids until you reached your late twenties, right around the four year relationship mark.

“Yeah?” He teasingly asked, making no effort to pick up the pace. “Well, I guess they’ll just have to wait. There’s no way they would start without their two best drivers.”

“Hayden,” you purr, sucking on the skin below his ear. “I want you to make me come, then I want you to come in me.”

He groaned and tipped his head back, bracing himself with one hand flat against the wall beside you. The sight of his physical strength, and the fact that he was able to easily hold you up with only one hand, had you repressing a cry of his name. “Fuck,” he muttered, his hips stuttering when he felt you clench around him, your walls sucking him in deeper. “You want me to make you come, huh, baby? All over me?”

You nodded, biting your lip when you heard the sounds of footsteps right outside the door of the small room you were in. “Yes,” you answer in a whisper. “I want it so bad, Hayden. Please.”

He moaned at the sound of you begging for him to make you come, your words only fueling his desire for you. “I want it, too, princess,” he rasped, pressing you impossibly closer to the wall. “I want to feel you, all over me. I want it everywhere, make it messy.”

You cry out as you come, clamping down tightly around him as you squeezed your eyes shut. You pull him towards you with a hand placed on the back of his head, and he nuzzles his face against your neck.

As he continued to fuck into you, the sounds of your wet walls still taking him was all that could be heard, mixed with your whimpers and his grunts. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed about it, and Hayden had never let you feel embarrassed about it, as he loved how worked up he got you everytime.

“You hear that, baby?” He asked, grinning at the way your core noisily took him in. “Hear how fucking needy I made you? How good I made you feel?”

You nodded, whimpering softly when his hips began to slow, indicating that he was close, too. “Please, Hayden,” you beg quietly, your hands moving to gently run up his back. “I want you to come for me. Let me feel you, right in here.”

You press your palm to your lower stomach, feeling the movement of him inside you pushing back against your hand. His jaw went slack as he looked down at your abdomen, seeing the faintest outline of himself deep within you. “Baby,” he choked out, speeding up just slightly and taking in the quiet whine you let out due to your sensitivity. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come.”

“Please,” you encourage him, clenching hard around him to coax out his release. “I want you to, need to feel it.”

Hayden lets out a throaty groan as his hips meet yours for the final time before he is spilling into you. Heavy pants leave his mouth as he slowly pulls out before pushing back in, making sure his come reached the deepest part of you.

He looked up at you with hooded eyes, a tired grin on his lips. “We just got here and I’m already exhausted,”

You laugh, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Don’t wear yourself out too much,” you say, smoothing out his messy hair. “You need to focus on not crashing tonight.”

“Says you,” he teased, keeping himself buried in you as he peppered your lips with kisses. “You’re the one who crashed the night I met you.”

Rolling your eyes, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him into an embrace. “But look where that got me in the end,”

Hayden grinned against your neck, lifting his head to place a lingering kiss to your mouth. “Where you belong,” he murmured. “With me. I love you.”

“I love you,”

Before any further words could be shared between you, the voice of the announcer came through the speaker. “Drivers numbers five and thirty four, please report to the maintenance garage for the team meeting,”

You laughed against his mouth, the faintest hint of a blush spreading across your face as Hayden finally set you down, a lazy grin on his own lips as he bent down to retrieve his hat from off the floor.

After the standard team meeting you had to do before going onto the track, Hayden kept his hand on your lower back as he guided you towards your car, his other holding onto his neon helmet. His own car was further down the line as he would be starting closer to the middle, while you’ll be starting on the outside of the first row.

Walking you to your car before every race had become a natural routine for Hayden. It allowed him to see you one last time before he was on the track, and also gave him the opportunity to trash talk you a bit just for fun.

He leaned against the side of your car as you pulled back the netting, watching as you lifted yourself up and slid in through the window. “Don’t crash,” he says as he leans down to level his head with yours. “Everyone knows how good you are at doing that. Show them something different for once.”

Even though you hadn’t had a serious crash since the one you were in on the night you met him, he still loved to tease you about it, despite him knowing just how good of a driver you actually are. “Haha,” you reply in a flat tone. “Funny you say that since you’ve spent every Saturday training with me since we met.”

He just shakes his head, grabbing your red helmet from off the top of your car. “Good luck, princess,” he said with a smile, handing it to you through the window.

“Good luck,” you say back, moving to kiss him quickly when he dipped his head further down. He fixes the netting on the window frame before heading towards his own car, his nerves rising as he hears the loud cheers of the fans.

Though he was good at hiding it, he still got nervous before every race, but his adrenaline usually overpowered it. Ever since he met you, he had become even more nervous about racing. Not only did he have himself to worry about on the track, but he now had you to worry about as well.

Sure, you were a great driver and hadn’t spun out in months, he still worried that the other drivers would grow sick of always being behind you and do something to get the advantage. While you never cared to get to know the other drivers, Hayden took the time to speak to a few of them, and the ones he spoke to were aggressive both on and off the track.

That was to be expected, though, as most racers only did this to let out some steam and frustration, while Hayden and you did it for fun.

The stands were packed, he noticed, when he was finally told he could pull out onto the track. There were only three races left of the season before the track closed for the winter, so it wasn’t too surprising to see that there were no empty spaces on the bleachers.

These last few races were well-anticipated, and they counted the most out of all of them because it would be the last time the drivers got to do this until the beginning of next summer.

The first race went well, with Hayden finishing in first and you in third, and the second one went even better, with Hayden in first again and you in second. The finale was next, and they would be pulling the best drivers from the first and second heats. Of course, you were both picked.

As the season went on, the races became more intense. For this final race, it would consist of twenty laps and eighteen cars in total, both from the bone stocks and the late models. It was a little nerve wracking, especially since Hayden was put in the fourth row from the front on the inside, and he didn’t know where you were.

You had to be somewhere behind him, but not knowing just how far was making him feel uneasy. He always liked having you in his sights, so to not know where you were was not calming his racing heart.

He had never been involved in this big of a race before. The most he’s ever taken part in is fourteen cars and that’s it. He knew this was new for you, as well, and he knew you had to be just as anxious as he was.

After following the pace truck for a few laps, the driver pulled off into the infield and the race began.

It was intense at first, but Hayden regained his control and was able to secure a spot in second place. As he kept up a steady pace, he did his best to glance behind him in hopes to catch a glimpse of you. It was hard to do, seeing as he had a helmet on, a net over the window, and had to make sure he didn’t go off the track, but he couldn’t help it.

He glanced back a few times and didn’t see you, making him a bit worried that you had been placed too far behind to be able to catch up in time. It was so like them to put the good drivers further back to give the less experienced drivers a fair chance. Hayden himself once had to go from last place to first in a twenty lap race, and it was a tough thing to do.

As he went around one of the turns, he finally caught sight of your red and white Ford, and he felt like he could relax a bit now and focus on his driving. You were a few cars behind him, and as he passed the speakers, he heard the announcer say that you had gone from thirteenth to fifth.

He also heard him say the name of the driver behind him, Ian Mackey.

Hayden had never heard of the guy before, so he was left to come to the conclusion that Ian was from the late model heat. He was proven right when he looked back and saw the kind of car this guy was driving.

He also noticed just how aggressive he was. Ian was pretty much tailgating Hayden, which was a bit unnecessary at this point because they were reaching the twelfth lap now, and most of the cars were decently spread out on the track.

As he sped up a bit, Hayden was once again beginning to feel nervous about the fact that you were back there with this aggressive guy.

Surprisingly enough, Ian did nothing to stop you as you passed him and drove behind Hayden. It should’ve made an alarm go off in your head, but you weren’t aware of how he was driving before you passed him.

It was somewhat calm for the next few laps, until you reached the seventeenth. While you were going around the corner, Ian, instead of trailing behind you like he had been doing for the past few minutes now, drove straight in an attempt to cut you off.

There was a reason no one ever attempted to pass when turning, and this was exactly why.

The front of his car hit the back of yours hard and the sudden impact had you powerless to do anything as you tried to correct, but the damage had been done. You knew better than to slam on the brakes, but before you could even do that, you were upside down and felt every hit of your body against the interior of the car.

Your head was pounding and your vision was blurry, but you were granted the gift of feeling nothing at all when your car slammed into the barriers, rightside up, but badly damaged. Your body went numb and your head was spinning before you let it fall back against the seat, your eyes falling shut as you listened to the sound of cars speeding past you fade out.

Hayden, who had heard the whole thing but hadn’t seen it, felt his heart drop when he caught sight of the smoke and dust that formed behind him. He wasn’t sure who exactly had been hit, but when he went around the other corner and saw that it was you, he felt his blood run cold.

He barely pulled off to the side before he was ripping the netting off the frame and tossing his helmet somewhere in his car. He pulled himself out through the window and sprinted across the track, his ears ringing as the other drivers had to swerve to avoid hitting him.

The red flag was held up and the other cars slowed to a stop on various parts of the track when he finally reached you. A couple of men from the clean up crew were already there and had pulled the netting off the window. He could briefly hear them trying to talk to you, but you weren’t responding.

“Get her out,” Hayden yelled at them as he watched one of the guys reach into your car to unclip the seatbelt. “Get her out of there, now!”

“Calm down, Christensen,” another guy said, stepping back when Hayden pushed away the comforting hand he tried to place on his shoulder. “We can’t pull her out until the paramedics get over here.”

Hayden shook his head and ran his hand through his slightly damp hair, but that was when he caught sight of Ian, whose car was a few metres behind yours and had undoubtedly caused the whole thing. “You motherfuck-” Hayden was pulled back once the crew guy caught onto the fact that he was on his way over to Ian. The man, whose name tag read Nick, grabbed Hayden’s shoulders and hauled him away from Ian, who almost looked proud at what he caused.

“Cut it out, Hayden,” Nick tried to say, but he wasn’t having it.

“You fucking asshole,” Hayden yelled while Nick guided him further away. “You fucking-” he cut himself off and held onto Nick’s arms when he felt his knees almost give out as he watched the paramedics lift you out of your totaled car.

You still had your helmet on, but your hands were bruised and had spots of blood all over them, and your eyes were closed. They set you gently down on the ground as the other paramedics worked on getting the stretcher out, and Hayden finally found his footing as he ran the few steps over to you.

He fell to his knees, surely ripping a hole or two into his jumpsuit, and grabbed your left hand in his. “Y/n,” he said desperately, heating up at the many eyes on him, and from the bright spotlights that had been turned on since it was nearing ten at night. He tuned out the voices of the fans and the flashing lights of the tow trucks around him as he tried to get you to open your eyes. “Baby.”

He could see from the visor part of your helmet that your face was a bit bloody, but nothing could’ve prepared him for when they slowly removed the helmet from your head.

Your lower lip was busted and it was clear that your teeth had gone through it, probably on impact, and your nose was shedding a steady stream of blood. There were a few scrapes scattered all over your face, all of which were also bleeding, and he could barely see your actual skin tone through all of the redness.

He shared a look with the paramedic, who looked beyond concerned at your current state, and that did not help Hayden stay any calmer as he gripped your hand even tighter. “Y/n,” he called out to you again, his heart going into overdrive when you still didn’t answer him. “Talk to me, baby, please.” He begged but to no avail.

He stood up when a neck brace was placed around you and watched as they lifted you onto the stretcher. They took you into the back of the ambulance, and Hayden took the time to observe the state of your car. The back end was caved in from the impact of Ian’s car, and there were several large dents that pretty much told everyone that there was no fixing it.

There was a big dent on the driver’s side door, and despite the multiple layers of steel that were built in to prevent it from harming the driver, all the layers were pushed into the car, meaning you had most likely been impaled by the sharp metal.

“Oh, fuck,” he heard the paramedic say, making Hayden turn to look over at him as they stood over your body. Your jumpsuit was unzipped and pulled down to bunch around your waist, and the white tee you were wearing underneath was stained red. “We need to get her to the hospital.”

His eyes widened at that and when the man gestured for Hayden to get into the ambulance with them, he never moved so quickly in his life as he hauled himself up and sat next to you.

He completely abandoned the rest of the race to go with you to the hospital, but he was sure it would have gotten cancelled, anyway, due to the extreme damage that had been done.

Hayden took your left hand in both of his once again as they hooked up your right arm to an IV, his eyes flickering all over your face.

His heart was beating a million miles a minute as he watched the slow rise and fall of your chest. “Stay with me,” he pleaded quietly, afraid to touch you anywhere other than your hand right now.

He tore his eyes away from your face when they pulled your shirt up and exposed the puncture wound on your ribcage. That had to have been from the metal of the door, and he was sure if he looked hard enough, he would have seen blood in both your car and on the padding of your helmet.

“How much further?” He asked, his voice breaking as he tried to keep his tears at bay.

“Less than ten minutes,” the man answered, but that was too long.

You needed help, now, but what could he do?

Nothing.

He just held your hand up to his mouth, not caring that your blood now coated his lips due to the shaky kiss he pressed to your skin.

You were met with bland walls and a dull ache in your head when you opened your eyes. The lights in the room were dimmed, but it still caused the dull ache to progress into what felt like a migraine.

When you lifted your hand, you noticed the pulse oximeter that was clipped onto your index finger. You try to sit up, but immediately stop when you feel a pain shoot through your body.

Your torso was itchy and it felt like there was a bandage wrapped around your ribs, but you didn’t bother trying to scratch at it, too scared to feel that sudden jolt of pain again.

Your face was sore, too, and you could see the red scrapes on your cheeks through your reflection in the window next to the bed. It was dark out, so it must be somewhere between twelve and four AM, but that was about all you could guess.

As you settle back down, you look to your left and that is when you finally notice Hayden. He was sitting on a chair next to the bed you were on, still covered by his racing jumpsuit, and his head was next to your thigh. Even though he was sleeping, he still looked distressed, and you reached your hand up to run your fingers through his hair.

It was also then when you noticed the diamond ring that had recently been placed on your finger. You gasp quietly, lifting your hand again to get a better look at it. “Hayden,” you rasped, but it was loud enough to wake him up.

He sat up and met your eye, and you could see the relief that flooded through him, before his gaze settled on your hand. “This isn’t how I wanted to ask you,” he trailed off, taking your hand in his. His fingers were stained with a bit of dried blood, and you could only assume it was yours. “I wanted to ask you after the race, but here we are.”

Your eyes stung as you tried to take in everything. “What happened?”

Hayden pressed a kiss to the back of your hand before hesitantly answering you, “There was an accident,” he began, meeting your eye again and you noticed the tears that gathered along his waterline. “It was a pretty serious crash. You were hit hard and I guess your car flipped a couple times before it slammed into the barrier.”

You tried to think back to that, but could only remember bits and pieces. When you really thought about it, you could briefly remember feeling the impact of Ian’s car, and the way your body hit every metal bar that was inside your own car, but nothing else after that.

“Before you ask, it’s totaled,” Hayden said and you felt your heart deflate at that. “But that is the last thing that should be on your mind.”

He broke eye contact and stared down at your joined fingers, his lip quivering in a way that told you he was barely holding on right now. “Hayden,” you murmur, moving your right hand to grab his free one. “It’s okay.”

But he just shook his head, the movement making a tear fall from his eye. “It’s not,” he muttered. “You have no idea about all the things that were running through my head when I saw you get pulled out of your car. Your eyes were closed and you were bleeding pretty much all over-” he cut himself off when he felt his throat begin to tighten.

Your eyes burn as you hold back your own tears, holding his hand as tightly as you could. When you went to bite down on your lip to stifle your cry, you wince when you taste the unmistakable bitterness of blood. Running your tongue over your lip, you felt how swollen it was, and you were sure you looked like a train wreck. “Hayden,” you tried again, but you were at a loss for words. “I…fuck.”

He continues to relive the nightmare of seeing you covered in your own blood and unresponsive as you lie on the track. “I was so fucking scared,” he confessed. “All the jokes I made before about you crashing suddenly felt so…real. They weren’t jokes anymore. I tried getting you to talk to me, but you weren’t awake, you weren’t answering me. I have never felt that terrified on a track before in my entire life.”

Tears fell from his eyes and that was all it took for your own to spill over. “Come here,” you requested quietly, gesturing for him to get onto the bed with you.

He just shook his head, not wanting to move you in any way until you were given the okay by the doctor. “No, princess, I could hurt you, I-”

“Hayden, come here,” you cut him off, trying to pull him up from the chair, but that was a lost cause. “Please. I need you.”

And unsurprisingly, Hayden was quick to give in to you. He stood from the chair and moved so he was sitting next to you on the bed, but you took it a step further by pulling him back so he was propped against the pillow. You moved so you were laying half on his chest and half on the bed, ignoring the dull pain in your ribcage.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” you mumbled, bunching up the fabric of his jumpsuit in your fist. “I hate that I put you through that, but I’m okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

Hayden nodded and gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders, wanting to say a lot more but also knowing you needed to rest. There would be time to talk later. “I need to let the doctor know that you’re awake,” he says after a few minutes.

You hum, eyeing the ring on your finger before you grin, the pull on your lip making you repress a grunt of pain. “In a minute,” you say, lifting your head so you were looking up at him. “I think you have something to ask me, first.”

When you wiggle your finger at him, Hayden’s conflicted expression drops and he pulls you closer to him. “You’re right,” he turned the ring on your finger a few times before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you, pretty girl. I have since the moment I met you. I know this is probably the least romantic proposal anyone has ever done, but I can’t wait any longer.”

Hayden really hated the fact that he was asking you to marry him while you were confined to a hospital bed. He was sure you expected a much bigger and better gesture than this, one where you were wearing a fancy dress instead of an unflattering gown that he still thinks you look hot in - especially since he could see the faint hickeys he left on you earlier peeking out from the collar of the gown.

You smile up at him, urging him to continue when he pauses for a few seconds.

“Y/n,” he says quietly, turning the ring one more so the diamond reflects off the dim light above the bed. “I want to spend the rest of my life by your side and doing the thing we both love. The thing that brought us together. Well, once we fix you up a new car. I’m sorry, but yours is fucked.”

You laugh and sit up a bit. “You’re still okay with me racing after this?”

Hayden shrugs. “I can’t tell you to give up on doing what you love, even if the thought of this happening again terrifies me,” he mutters under his breath. “We’ll do it together, just like how we’ve done it the last seven months. Now, before I forget to ask, will you marry me?”

Grinning, you lean up and press your sore lips to his. “You really didn’t need to ask,” you tease, resting your head back on his chest. “Waking up with an engagement ring on my finger was more than enough.”

“Seriously?” He groans, leaning down to rest his chin on the top of your head. “You’re such a tease, you know that?”

“I know,” you say in response, closing your eyes when you feel him press a kiss to your temple.

While you still weren’t sure of how serious your injuries are, you knew you’d be just fine. Hayden seemed more than willing to help nurse you back to health and even help you get back on the track when you were ready for it.

You couldn’t ask for a better person to spend your life with.

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lovelyunholyc · 2 years

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hurt/comfort but mostly comfort. gender neutral. inspired by this post :')

from the moment you see him, you know something's off.

his shoulders sag just the slightest bit, and instead of his usual bone-crushing hug and a flurry of kisses as a greeting, he places only one, soft and sweet, at the center of your forehead.

this would be normal to most people, but it's miya atsumu, and you know him better than he might even know himself.

"baby, is something wrong?" you drop what you're doing on the kitchen counter in favor of catching his hand and tugging him back to you before he can walk away.

atsumu shrugs, eyes downcast, and there's a slight downward pull to his lips that would be imperceptible to anyone else. "no, i'm fine."

you scoff good-naturedly, amused that he still thinks he can hide how he feels from you of all people. "'tsumu," you admonish lightly, and delight at the pink tinge creeping up his ears at his beloved nickname, telling you that no matter how down he is, he's still pleased to hear it from you.

he plasters on a tiny smile, a pitiful fraction of its usual intensity, you know, and brings your hand up to press his lips to your knuckle. "i'm okay, darlin', don't worry."

you sigh, but let him be with a gentle squeeze to his hand. he can be so stubborn; but you know he'll come back to you eventually.

atsumu has always gone through his emotions hard, fast, and loud, much like he does with just about every other aspect of his life. you've always loved that about him, how being so vulnerable comes so naturally, how he isn't ashamed to wear his heart on his sleeve, can't seem to help himself from reacting so openly to everything around him.

you continue your work in the kitchen while he settles in for the night, setting his things down and changing.

soon enough, he makes his way back to you, all but draping himself across your shoulders, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. you brace yourself against the edge of the counter with his added weight on you, but you don't complain, only letting him melt into you. it's comforting, his warmth encompasses you entirely and soothes you inexplicably, his arms hugging you tightly to him.

you smile to yourself, turn your head slightly just to press your lips to the top of his head, soft blonde tickling your skin. "oh, my love," you breathe, taking his hands and turning in his embrace so you can then kiss at his pretty little frown.

atsumu merely grunts softly in appreciation, lets you lead him to sit at the dining table. he makes room for you to stand between his knees, and as soon as he sits, he pulls you to him, hugs you tight once more. he makes a small, satisfied sound when he buries his face in your stomach and breathes you in, and you immediately start threading your fingers through his hair, soothing at his scalp.

"what's going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?" your voice is soft, cautious. patient, ready to help him ease his worries when he decides he's ready to share them. you feel him shiver with your touch, a wave wracking through his body, and all the tension slipping free with it, slowly, muscle by muscle. "rough day?"

atsumu just nods into you, takes a few deep breaths before he tilts his head up to finally look at you. his hair is mussed charmingly where he'd been rubbing it against your shirt, his brows and lips heavy with revelation.

"do you think i'm too much?" you've never heard him sound so small. your big, invincible, rambunctious lover, reduced to barely a whisper. you think your heart breaks.

before the heat of anger starts to spike through your chest at whoever, whatever had made him feel that way.

outwardly, you wait patiently for him to continue, to elaborate if he chooses.

"...too emotional? ....too dramatic?"

the mix of hurt and confusion in his eyes makes you want to burn the world down.

"oh, honey," you coo gently, caressing his face fondly before brushing through his fringe. you decide not to press, taking his bitten in bottom lip as a cue that he needs reassurance more than anything, a reminder. you crack a small smile, hoping he'll mirror it eventually. "dramatic, maybe, but never too much." you lean in to press your lips softly but firmly to his forehead, as if you can etch your words into his brain that way. "you're nothing i can't handle, you know."

your heart flutters just a bit when his lips do tilt the tiniest bit to the side, his eyes shining with emotion. "yeah?"

"yeah." your fingers move from his hair down to follow the line of his neck, until you get to his shoulders and massage gently at the muscles you know must be sore from practice. "do you wanna know what i really think, baby?"

he sighs contentedly as you work at the knots in his shoulders and back, and you're glad to feel the tension in his body start to dissipate beneath your fingers. he buries his face into your shirt again but nods, his arms giving you a fond squeeze.

"'tsumu, you love so loudly and so, so proudly, it makes everything else melt away. you get all soft and gooey so easily and i love you that way - i love you in every way, you know that?" he looks up at you again at that, and the way his bottom lip protrudes in a pout makes you laugh quietly. you lean down to press yours against it and feel it slip into a subtle upwards turn instead. "i think anyone would kill for the kind of vulnerability you show so naturally, 'tsumu, and everyone you share it with should count themselves lucky. i know i do." you touch the tip of your noses together, delighted when he starts to smile. genuinely.

atsumu tugs you down to sit on his lap, so he can kiss you properly. "i love you," he whispers against your lips. his eyes are sparkling so ardently, it makes you warm all over. "more than you know." he kisses you again, heart in your hands, and doesn't stop until you're breathless, and he's grinning like the world is right again.

"not more than i love you, though, pretty boy."

that makes him furrow his brows, his innocent smile molding into a smirk. he kisses you once more, deepening it with ease, like he has something to prove.

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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Hey! My mom died a couple of weeks ago, could you please write a steve or eddie fic comforting a fem reader who’s grieving? Please?

AN | Hi bb, I’m sorry this took a bit to get to! This one got to me a little bit because I understand in my own way what you’re going through; next month it’ll be two years since I lost my mom and I know how hard it can be. I hope you’re doing okay and taking care of yourself and know you are loved.

Warnings | [Parent] Death and grieving

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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You stared out the window and watched the rain falling. It seemed like it hadn’t let up in ages and mirrored how your heart had been feeling. You heard his soft footsteps, having memorized his gait over the years, but it still made you jump when he rapped his knuckles against your open door. You found that you didn’t even have the energy to look over at him, instead leaning your head against the glass as you sat in the bay window.

“Hey sweetheart.” Steve always had the sweetest and softest voice. He came across the room, pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before sitting opposite you on the padded seat. He bent his knees and they touched yours, the contact so minimal but so needed and comforting in the moment. He didn’t ask how you were doing, and honestly? You appreciated that so much. He knew you weren’t okay and he respected that.

“Hi Stevie,” your throat was dry and scratchy. It was the first thing you’d said out loud all day. The boy reached for your hand, gently taking it in his as he threaded your fingers together. He offered you the smallest of smiles and you found it in yourself to give it back to him, “you didn’t have to come over.”

“I wanted to,” he promised and you knew he meant it. He was good like, always so gentle and kind and loving. You didn’t how you deserved him but you loved him so much that it hurt sometimes, “wanted to see my girl. I love you.”

“I love you,” you echoed, the sentiment sounding flat and monotone, but you supposed everything you said these days did. But he knew that you meant it, “I don’t think I’m very much fun today, Steve. I don’t want to bore you.”

“You could never bore me. ‘sides, you’re my favorite person ever and even doing nothing with you makes me happy,” you felt tears well up at the sentiment and couldn’t help the way your lip trembled with effort as you tried not to cry.

“Oh Steve,” the tears pearled up and ran down your cheeks. He used his free to hand to gently brush them away, tenderly running his knuckles along the apple of your cheek. You sniffled at him and, as if he could read your mind, he gently pulled you into lap, “I’m sorry. I just…I don’t even know. But I love you, I know that much.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he wrapped his strong arms around your waist as looped yours around his neck before lying against his chest. He held you tightly, rubbing your back in soothing motions as you buried your face in his neck. He could feel the cotton of his shirt getting soaked with tears, but he didn’t mind. Steve just hoped that he could properly convey just how much he loved you, “I’ve got you, okay? I’ve always got you, baby.”

And he held you for some time, letting you get out all of your tears and whatever else you needed out, whimpering soft words of love and devotion in your ear. Once you were all out of tears and feeling exhausted, you pulled back to look at your boyfriend with red-rimmed eyes. He kissed your cheek before he pressed his forehead against yours, “c-can we stay in today? I don’t feel like doing much. I kinda just want to get in bed and take a nap.”

“We can do whatever you want,” he promised, “a nap sounds good too. Let’s do that, and the rest we can figure out later.”

“You’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay however long you want me to.”

“Forever?”

“Forever it is.”

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“Steve?” the golden boy was lying next to you in bed, half awake and blinking his pretty honeyed eyes sleepily. He turned on his side so he could properly face you, using a tender touch to brush your hair out of your face. You made a small sound but leaned into his touch.

“Sweetheart,” a lazy smile tugged up the corner of his mouth and you couldn’t help but press a kiss there, “good morning to you.”

“Hi,” your heart swelled with affection for the boy. He’d been so good to you over the last couple of months - not that he hadn’t been before - but you were so thankful for him. You weren’t sure if you could have handled things as well without him. He was so patient, never pushing or pulling, so attentive and he poured every bit of love he had into you. A lot of people ended up just leaving you to your own devices after a bit, offering their condolences at the loss of your mother and telling you to reach out, but you could tell their concern was only surface level.

But not Steve. Not your wonderful, amazing boyfriend. He was there with you through the multitude of emotions and stages of grief (which totally didn’t happen how everyone made it seem), and never made you feel unloved or like your feelings were invalid. And maybe he didn’t always know what to say or do, but having him there, your rock, made everyday a little bit easier.

“I was thinking,” you whispered softly and you half expected him to tease you but he didn’t. Not today, despite the fact that you knew what his little smile meant, “I think I was to go and see her today. I think I’m ready.”

You hadn’t gone back to the cemetery since her funeral. It felt like if you went, you were acknowledging that she was permanently gone, that she was never coming back. If you never visited, you could almost pretend that she was just gone on a trip or something. But you knew the truth and while it still hurt, and you knew it always would, you couldn’t just keep ignoring things either. And maybe it would be some sort of closure, or something, but you felt that you needed this.

“Okay,” he leaned in and kissed you softly, pulling you closer into his warm, pliable body, “that’s what we’ll do today. I’m with you every step of the way, sweetheart.”

“I know,” you exhaled shakily but offered him a smile nonetheless, “I love you so much, Steve.”

“I love you too, baby.”

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It turned out that talking about going and actually going to the cemetery were two totally different things. As soon as Steve had parked, you clutched at the flowers in your hand tightly. Sunflowers - they’d been her favorites. Steve didn’t push you to get out, instead holding your hand and letting you nervously ramble. You’d be ready when you were ready, and he would have waited however look it took.

After about half an hour, you inhaled deeply and exhaled it all back out slowly. You turned to Steve and found his features gently and soft as he held up your entwined hands and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “okay. I’m ready.”

“Okay,” a gentle squeeze of reassurance on your hand. He waited until you reluctantly pulled your hand from his and stepped out of his car, brushing off your dress and holding the flowers close. He came over and wrapped an arm around your waist, “do you want me to come? Or would you prefer to go alone?”

“Come. Please?” you asked and he nodded without hesitation, “she really loved you too.”

“I know,” your mother had been more of a mom to him than his had ever been, “you know, sometimes she’d ask me when we were finally getting married so she could start just calling me her son. I told we’re still so young, but she always insisted when you know you know. She wasn’t wrong.”

“And she was already calling you her son anyway,” you laughed at the memory of her bragging about her wonderful daughter and amazing son-in-law to her coworkers, “she made me promise never to let you go.”

“Did you promise?” his voice held a soft, teasing tone and you couldn’t help but laugh lightly. It felt so good to laugh again.

“Of course,” you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You fell into a comfortable silence as you walked along the path and through so many plots. So many people had been through exactly what you were going through now. And even if it didn’t make things better, it was comforting to know that you weren’t alone.

You stopped when you saw her headstone, and it felt like that same initial blow all over again. For a moment you thought you were going to break down and cry, and go through it all again, but when you felt Steve holding onto you firmly, you were able to ground yourself. You could do this; it was always going to be difficult but you would be okay.

You took the flowers that Steve had taken the duty of carrying and gently laid them down next to the others that were slowly drying up. There was something beautiful about seeing them all there, knowing that there was so much displayed through them, even if it was silent.

“Hey mom,” you whispered softly as your fingers brushed over the dates etched into the marble, “I miss you so, so much. I wish you were here, I wish…I wish I could have one more day with you. Just…something. I wasn’t ready to let you go. But I know that you’re still here, in my heart, and that you always will be. I love you so much and I always will. I was so lucky to have you and be loved by you. But I’m still lucky because I had you and I still have dad and Steve. I don’t know how often I’ll be able to come out here, but I hope you know you’ll always be in my heart.”

You brushed away the few tears that had rolled down your cheeks before letting out a small breath of relief. You traced over her name before slowly standing back up. She might have been gone, but she’d never really be gone.

Turning back, you found Steve standing there, his own eyes glossy with tears and a soft smile on his face. He held his arms open and you threw yourself into them, hugging onto him as tightly as you could.

“I love you,” you whispered into his ear before pulling back to study the pretty boy, “my sweet Stevie.”

“I love you,” he smiled sweetly, his hand settling on your hip in a loving grasp, “I’m glad we came.”

“Me too,” you agreed and today you actually meant it. You felt better - lighter - than you had in a long time. It still hurt, but today it hurt a little less. And you knew that over time it wouldn’t feel anything like this anymore. There would always be love and that was the best part of all, “thank you for always there for me.”

“I told you,” he tenderly brushed your hair out of your face, “I’m here forever. With you.”

“Forever with you sounds perfect to me, Steve Harrington.”

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damnedrainbows · 4 months

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RULES:

These are five years old and are going to change with things to be added in the next few days, but they’re mostly the same! A i was informed they weren’t showing up on my blog so I made a pin for now

Muses:

Generally the entire show, but my mains are Alastor, Lucifer, and Charlie

Following and Unfollowing

I am selective.

I will only follow back blogs I actively wish to RP with. Or people I’ve made friends with. I’ll be ever grateful for every follower I get, but it doesn’t mean I’ll follow you back.

You don’t have to be an rp blog for me to rp with you. One of my partners is just a normal fandom blog. Writing is writing C:

I don’t do exclusives. For me I find it takes a lot of the opportunities away to get to know more cool people. If you want to make me an exclusive for something…go right ahead, but I won’t do the same. You’ll simply stay my partner. I want to be able to interact with everyone. That being said, I do mains! That doesn’t really mean anything other than your blog would be the first I tag if I see something that reminds me of our muses, that sorta thing.

If I hear wind that you’re harassing any of my friends you’re done. And if you’re harassing me in any way. I do not put up with bad treatment of my friends or me. You don’t want a block from me. Jordan doesn’t block ANYBODY.

Threads and Communication

Sometimes I’ll have long posts, sometimes short ones. It depends purely on my inspiration at the time, but I’ll always put my best effort in. I want you to do so too!

Before writing any verse you want to do, please talk to me first C:

I LIVE FOR RANDOM STARTERS TBH. It’s like…waking up to Christmas morning and seeing your present. Mutuals please drop me a random starter any time.

I play my characters the way I want to play them, the way I interpret them. So if you don’t like how they’re played, that’s fine, but I’m not likely to change it.

If you send IC memes please specify the muse, since…well, I have the whole show.

I’m of age so I do smut but nothing too-too graphic. It will be tagged of course.

My threads are for my PARTNER only. Or partners if it’s a threeway. Please do not reblog them. You can like em, you can use the little reply button to say something–if you really want to talk about something that’s happening in them shoot me a message-but do not reblog unless you are said partner. C:

For the love of God, don’t hound me. I’m aware I can take a while to reply, but I have a lot of threads usually at the same time and some I have more muse for than others. Please don’t link me to our thread, please don’t say “it’s your turn” or some sort of variation of passive aggressive harassment. You aren’t going to make me respond faster. You are just going to spark my anxiety and make me resent our rp. If it’s been four days feel free to message me–not four hours.

Unless you’re a canon character my muse needs to get to know you a bit. C: So it’s unlikely you can just pop up to one of my muses, never having met, like ‘hi, how you been?’ and not have them be like “who da fuck are you"

Shipping

Shipping will mainly be thread-dependent. If you feel like our muses may mesh, go for it!

I will not tolerate hate for what I ship. I don’t need to be told I’m shipping something unhealthy because chances are I’ll state it’s unhealthy and I by no means condone dating a psychopath in real life. Hate will be deleted and blocked.

When it comes to OC ships and any ship really, ship needs chemistry. Do not force a ship onto my muses. They need to get to know each other, and this mainly applies to OC ships–not so much the pr-established characters in the show. If I already ship it, I’m down to jumping straight into a shipping thread.

Crossovers

I am mildly less selective with crossovers since this show is literally…all about crossing over into other media. I’m still selective but not as much. For my own comfort I won’t be rping with characters from the Sonic franchise.

Triggers and Tagging

I know very little about triggers myself and what people consider a trigger. IF you want something tagged you’ll have to ask. I’ll be clueless otherwise, but I will tag all ships. And the basic gore and blood and such. Be aware of the fact I have bad memory problems. If I forget to tag something you asked me to tag I’m sorry, it wasn’t on purpose.

This is an insanely dark show and there will be a lot of blood and gore and horror. There will be torture and killing talk, but it will still be tagged.

Mun Notes

I have serious memory problems. Like, really bad due to a combo of illnesses. Cut me some slack, I’m going to forget rules and probably certain triggers if I’m not used to tagging them. You have no ida how many friggin rule pages I’ve read on this blog. I’ll do my best but I’m going to forget, and probably more than once. It’s not my fault, I’m trying my hardest.

I do not do passcodes. For some reason they make me…severely anxious and I don’t know why. If we rp, I’ve read your rules, rest assured. If you really really depend on a passcode…well, we probably won’t be rping then. ;-; sorry.

I’m a physically disabled person who’s online rather…all the time because I can’t work really. So rp is like all I got going on right now as I work on my animation portfolio at home.

I’m a very sweet twenty two four old that loves to talk to people. Talk to me any time about my muse, about anything! Feel free to approach me just to talk in general. I really love people! We don’t have to rp to be friends.

And finally, what I write, my characters’ views do not reflect my own. I do not condone the destruction of entire civilization or eating babies. Unless they are tasty babies.

#blog rules

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regicidal-optimism · 2 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

greenverse, a DSMP Hunger Games victor AU. This is one of the more ambitious things I've tried to do, just in terms of scope, and I'm really happy with how it's turning out; I'm particularly happy with it as a character piece where everyone in the scene has an internal world even if the POV character is wrong as hell about it, but it's also something I'm proud of as a commentary on this fandom.

Charge Or on Field Azure, an RGU Juri character study. I hold that fic is meta and this is by far my most literal example of that theory but I do just like it as a piece as well as for the arguments it's making.

or it turned out we already were, a post-red-ending We Know the Devil fic. I really like both Venus and Neptune and I really like their relationship here; it's one that I've thought about reprising now that it's been three years or so.

those voracious sea birds of the north atlantic chill, a DSMP quackbur fic. I have a lot of feelings about c!quackbur and suicide. I also have a lot of feelings about bodies that don't do what you want them to. I think I braided those threads together pretty well here.

for though she cannot fly she is an excellent clamberer, an Eternal Lies fic. My GM was astonishingly patient with me when we played EL, and in particular was very patient with how much time I spent in their DMs going "so based on the implications of this one-off dialogue line you probably weren't thinking about, i have come up with a complicated backstory for these two NPCs." I had a lot of fun in that game and I'm very fond of this fic.

for people... @marrow-and-bone, @antimony-medusa, @ollie-oxen-free, @aypoksynasayee, and @vhstapeworm.

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eccentric-nucleus · 3 months

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so i signed up for that 404 media mailing list b/c i mean, why not. so now i am also getting emails from them and so far it has not been too annoying. several articles about various food delivery aggregators using bizarre ai-generated food photography, that kind of thing.

the thing i got today was about people on etsy making bespoke hardcover editions of fanfiction (not their own, just whatever fanfic is popular) and selling them. apparently a lot of draco/hermione fanfiction.

from the article:

“due to the seemingly unstoppable monetization of fandom and the sheer volume of illegal fan bindings being sold, I will be pulling all my works within the next few days,” they wrote on Tumblr. “thank you to those of you who worked so hard trying to keep fandom free and to all of you who supported my writing. it was fun while it lasted”

“I hate these shitty vultures who are destroying fandom spaces to make money before moving onto the next grift once we are burned to the ground,” a Redditor wrote in a thread about the announcement. “Vultures is exactly what they fucking are,” someone else replied.

it has been super weird to see fandom becoming more and more monetizable. i remember when even the suggestion that somebody might be exchanging money for product would get people kicked off fanfic sites. even running charity drives for fan in exchange for charity receipts was considered risky and dangerous! and now there's a bunch of people like "ugh ao3 is so annoying; why don't they let me post links to my commission form on my fics". money slowly and insidiously making its way into the fandom entity.

(i've actually had multiple people tell me they've gotten commissions inspired by my fics, or ask me if i take take money for writing further chapters of w/e fic, and it's always such a weird thing. that used to be such an out-there stance to take and now there are plenty of people that... i mean, i've just been posting about scribblehub. a large part of that site is absolutely hosting porn fanfic with patreon links attached. now it's a Market.)

i do feel like just saying that economic interests inevitably hollow out all hobbyist communities and turn them into empty enclosures filled with advertising is a little doomerist of me, but oof it's hard to see the increasing monetization of these spaces as anything other than another threat to any real community

there's this old saying about the difference between an author and an agent is that an author genuinely wants people to read their work. part of the value of getting published is so people see something you cared about making, not just the money. the agent is there to be a dispassionate advocate so that they can actually make money off of their work, b/c the author is kind of biased there. everybody having to be their own agent just kinda sucks for a lot of reasons

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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Sparring!Series Part 2: Home (NSFW)

Tagging: @the-adzukibean @xoxabs88xox @beardedbarba @crazy4chickennuggets @wooshwastaken @justreblogginfics @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @cosmic-psychickitty @misscharlielulu @multilin21 @burningtacozombie @sendmylcve @hrandomthoughts @niya12 @giuls-ver @witches-unruly-heart @beccabarba @ben-c-group-therapy

Part 1: Sparring

You barely made it back to your apartment. There had been a moment in the elevator where Nick would have happily screwed you right there and then. He thought about it as you stole slow, deliberate kisses from his greedy mouth, your playful hands teasing his throbbing erection through his pants. He was straining against the material almost painfully as the doors to you slammed the door shut behind you. There was an urgency in your ministrations, something that came with spending time apart. You couldn't wait any longer to be together.

Nick's fingertips were already pulling the tie from your hair so that it fell around your shoulders. The t-shirt and sports bra had gone by the time you reached the bed. You’d stripped his t-shirt from his taunt muscular body. The skin-to-skin contact made him almost delirious as your fingers trailed along the elastic of his sweats.

Nick's heated hands cupped your breasts. You moaned outloud as Nick stepped out of his sweatpants leaving him clad only in those clinging black boxer shorts. His cock was aching, straining against the confines of his underwear. It had been so long since he had made love to you, and he wanted you in ways that were savage and primal.

His hand plunged down the front of your leggings, bypassing your panties with ease. Already you were soaking wet, and he loved that eager sound you made as he allowed his thumb to caress that swollen nub.

Your head tipped back in ecstasy as his fingers entered you, curving ever so slightly to hit just the right spot. Your breathing hitched as Nick watched your expression turn to bliss. Your skin was on fire as he titillated you with his body. His tongue was in your mouth explorative and fierce as his free hand toyed with your left nipple, sending you into a frenzy. That intense feeling was building up in the base of your spine. Your cries were getting louder and louder. His lips ghosted along your jaw, his hot breath tickling your ear as he spoke in that low husky voice that you adored so much.

"Did you touch yourself thinking about me carino?" Nick questioned you, his desire overwhelming him. "Did you get off imagining me inside you?"

"Yes." You cried out, as he nipped on that extra sensitive area just under the hinge of your jaw. Your skin was flushing against him as he drove you even further towards your pleasure.

"Take your pants off and get on the bed." he commanded, his voice mingled with desire and authority.

Your smirk was mischievous as you crawled onto the plush bed on all fours. God, Nick loved this position. It gave him full control of your love making and the alpha male inside of him was baying it's approval at your wordless suggestion.

Nick removed his underwear before allowing his leaking member to tease along your core. His tip was pushing at your wet entrance, his hands were on your hips as he held you firmly in place, you arched trying to take him deeper. The noises you were making was music to his ears, your breathing was heavy and hitched at every single movement he made against your most intimate area.

"I jerked off every night thinking about fucking you like this.” he told you, his hand threading through your hair, pulling your head back as he inched inside you at an agonising slow pace before drawing out again.

“Fuck me." You begged him, the sheets were bundled up in your hands against the anticipation soaring through your body. "Please Nick."

"Do you realize what you do to me?" he growled as he thrust into your body in one long hard stroke. "You’re mine, all mine. No one else can ever touch you like this."

His words pulled at your heart strings, drawing out the intense euphoria as Nick pounded into you. You were trembling, the ecstasy riding up inside of you like a tsunami as he possessed every inch of your being. Your cunt gripped him, clenching around his cock like a velvet fist. His fingertips dug into your hips as he buried himself deep, spilling inside of you with a feral groan. His palm swept up along the curve of your spine, thumb skating over the nape of your neck. He didn’t want this moment to end, the feel of you around him, his heart singing because he was finally home.

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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seonghwa sfw alphabet

genre: fluff

word count: 2.6k

warnings: none

requested?: yes

song rec: i love you so by the walters

pls like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3

a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection)

he has lots of affection for you

he looks at you like you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen

has such a high opinion of you. in his books, you can do no wrong

he regularly compliments you, even in the early stages of the relationship. with a shy smile, perhaps looking down at his feet and his ears turning red, he might say how stunning that outfit looks on you, or how he really values your company

also likes fiddling with your hands/fingers with his. it doesn't matter where you guys are he will just start grabbing them and threading your fingers through his

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

he's a comfort friend

the type you can go to for anything

likes having long, deep conversations with his bestie over lunch

you guys are each others confidants. you always get things off your chests and are there to support each other

because seonghwa is interested in other people and any problem they might be facing, he will for sure be concerned about this best friend

so he always listens to you and thanks you for trusting him with your problems

c - cuddles (would they like to cuddle? how do they cuddle?)

always asks if you want to cuddle him. he doesn't just leap on you and do what he wants, lol. he likes to make sure you actually want to cuddle before he initiates anything

and when you except, he's like little cat, snuggling into you with a small content smile

he's very soft and gentle when he cuddles you. always has a cute little kitty smile on his face ^^

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

he would love to settle down in the future. and he like to take things slow and be balanced and rational with regards to making big decisions with you, like moving in together, for instance

seonghwa is very good at cleaning! and he's good at organisaing in general. he will teach you how to fold your clothes a certain way to save space or will help dust and hoover around the house. he's on it before you notice anything needs cleaning!

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he's mild and soft when he tells you he wants to break up

probably holds your hand as he explains himself

i don't really see seonghwa breaking up with his s/o unless something really bad has happened in the relationship

speaks in a low, serious voice and makes sure you know where he's coming from. but he feels awful inside. so awful

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

he looovveeesss commitment so that's a big yes

imagine seonghwa proposing to you fjofnjvf

would make it so cliche and romantic and beautiful. like he would totally propose with a big, meaningful gesture of some sort

and you best believe he will go all out when it comes to the wedding. he wants to make you special day really memorable

will try and find a way to fit a fireworks display in the ceremony or the after party, stuff like that

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

you all know this but i'm just going to say it any way

seonghwa is the GENTLEST person in the whole wide

he puts the 'gentle' in gentleman

all you have to do i type on 'seonghwa' and 'gentle' on twitter or something and it comes up with so many examples of how kind and careful he is

his voice is gentle and soothing, he handles thigns with care, and he especially takes consideration to other people's feelings

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

he loves his huggles ;-; will take any he can get

he likes initiating side hugs the most. just holding you in his arms so perfectly and perhaps shifting his head atop yours, or maybe nuzzling and kissing your neck

any hugs will do for him tbh

back hugs, bear hugs... his heart just feels so warm and happy and full of love

so please hug him as much as possible 🙏

i = i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

you are his whole world

it's almost immediate that he figures out he's in love with you

but he would wait a couple dates into your relationship to confess his feelings

he wants to set up the most perfect date for you both just so he can tell you he loves you.

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

hmmmmmm he's a tricky one to figure out when it comes to this

i feel like he can get jealous tbh. he tells himself he's being ridiculous and that all these envious feelings are unnecessary

but he can't seem to help them when perhaps you are getting on with an attractive guy a little too well, or you start spending less time away from him to hang out with other people

seonghwa hates feeling out of the loop. when it comes to intimate relationships, he wants to know what's going on. obviously not all the time, he has boundaries. but if he feels that he's slowly being pushed aside or neglected or overlooked, he will be jealous of the people who are taking up more of your time and interest. he will be hurt more than anything else

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

most of the time?

so, so soft

like a feather from an angels wings, caressing your lips, your skin, your heart

he's so tender and meaningful with his kisses

when things get heated though-

uhum...

he's so hot, ffs

slow, passionate, messy. he likes taking his time to explore your mouth with his. he wants to take in this moment as much as he possibly can

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

he is gentle and caring and attentive

everyone remarks how pleasant he is with children, and how one day he would be a good father

but he is prone to spoiling children. Will literally give them whatever they want. he just wants to please them, get them not to cry, and just to like him 💀 so if they want a chocolate bar, or a toy car, or a extra rare and specific plushie from the other side of the earth, he will get it for them!

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

naturally wakes up before you. neither of you know how that works but it just... happens

has this love-dazed look on his face when you wake up. he says 'good morning, angel' in a sweet, low morning voice. he smiles at you sleepily, looking mesmerised by your beauty

probably pulls you in for a cuddle sesh. he's so affectionate in the mornings istg. always with the sloppy neck kisses and the compliments and just >

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

loves nothing more than to just chill with you

sits on his phone scrolling mindlessly while you're doing the same, both tangled together in each others arms

or he will put on a romantic drama for your both to watch together. you both react to the tense moments really dramatically, which always ends up with the both of you laughing

and then you fall asleep like that in ecah others arms <3

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he paces himself

not too fast, not too slow. just very balanced

is good at discerning when are the right moments to speak and share certain things, perhaps about his doubts, his worries, his fears, his vulnerabilities

he likes having someone he can trust. an open, judge-free space to talk and express his feelings

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

he's not an angry guy

he's very slow to anger. because, he hates feeling angry. it's probably one of the worse feelings for him. he feels like he has no control when he is angry

so there's just no way he is going to give into such a negative, consuming emotion so quickly when there's so much he has to decide

almost always gives people the benefit of the doubt or makes excuses for them if they've caused him to feel upset

he's always trying to take into account of situations ahead of his own

which means that, if seonghwa is angry, its about something very serious and should not be taken likely

i wouldn't want to be near hwa when he is angry. its such a rare occurrence that, when it happens, its a massive shock to the system

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

seonghwa remembers A LOT

there's only a certain things that might fall out of his head. but they are pretty insignificant

most of the times he recounts most details about the dates you've been on together, what happened on them, what restaurant you guys went to, what meals you had, etc...

he retells these stories with pride, happy that he is able to cherish these memories with you forever

r = remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

he doesn't have a set, favourite moment. it's more like a collection of moments that he holds close to his heart

mostly spending one-on-one quality time with you. even something as simple as cuddling can get him to realise how lucky he is and how important you are to him

or when you do things for him, like take care of him when he is sick. those are is favourite moments. the moments where you show your love to him in its purest, most genuine form

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

taking care of you, making sure you are okay and comfortable and loved, all of that is his priority

so he's pretty sensitive when it comes to you. you are the most important person in his life, why wouldn't he be sensitive?

so, of course, he is protective. you're so precious to him, if anyway mistreat you or makes you feel a certain way, he's going to stick up and defend you despite being on the quieter side

he doesn't expect you to be protective of him in the same way he doesn't expect most things he does to be reciprocated. because he's a natural giver. he will just provide and take care of his loved ones without giving it a second thought. but if you do protect him and acre for him the way he does for you, he will fall in love with you so much more, knowing he is with a kind, beautiful soul who cares for him just as much as he cares for you

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he puts a lot of effort in

for anniversaries he likes to go for a traditional style date, like going out to a fancy restaurant and maybe a stroll by the river afterwards

but his gifts are never the same. he gets a mixture of expensive gifts, things off your wishlist, mini items that he saw in the shop window and thought of you when he saw it

he just can't help himself. gift giving is important to him!!

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

will neglect his own needs to please others

this isn't just in a romantic relationship. i'm talking about. ksot relationships

this quality has strengths and weaknesses. kindness and being self-sacrificing is such a strong, genuine and rare quality. its one of the reasons why you absolutely adore him

but you also wish that, in terms of taking care of his own needs, he needs to rein it in a bit

because at the end of the day, you can't please anyone

but he is learning to understand that you should only try please the ones that matter the most to you, as well as yourself

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

likes maintaining a good, healthy image

he knows he's handsome but there are sometimes where he gets moments of discouragement or self-doubt

he might compare himself to others, thinking they look better than him. or their physique is better than his

whne really he's absolutely perfect the way he is

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes

gosh, you should see him when he goes on tour and has to leave you behind. he didn't realise how much all that time spent apart from you would effect him. but he ahd trouble getting to sleep, wondering if you were okay and worrying if you needed him for anything

with his special person not by his side, he feels a bit at a loss

so feeling incomplete is definitely soemthing that i would say seonghwa relates to

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

as stated in his bf headcanons, he wants to wear matching pajamas with you >

you guys have this cute little set that has candies and lollipops on them with a burgundy background awww

and then just really fluffy ones that you both get too hot in even in the winter

OMG AND OODIES!!!

you guys know what oodies are, righf? those big massive pajama top/dressing gown/fluffy bundle of fluff to wear?? just look it up if you don't because those things are the best thing ever

and you both have them. in different colours. they were expensive gifts from each other since eyoyu both agreed to buy each other one

you guys look so cute when you're snuggled up with your big oodies enveloping your bodies as you continue to persistently cuddle in the fluffy chaos

even the other members would walk past and say how adorable you guys are

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

anyone who is cruel and quick to judge another person without knowing their full story

it's so easy to pick on another and expose their faults

but seonghwa knows from both experience and past observations that, just because someone has acted a certain way, their true intention sight have been different from their execution

so someone who is ruthless and unforgiving is not the type of person seonghwa has an interest in

z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

the only sleeping habit he really has is that he has to sleep with you

which is obviously a habit that developed over the course of your relationship

having you next to him by his side before he drifts off just feels right now. it feels normal, natural, homely

so like i said before, when he is away from you, he has trouble drifting off to sleep

and it's mainly because your presence allows him to feel fully at a ease. to fully relax

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lcftyambiticns · 3 months

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♔ ❛ ℐ serve no 𝐆𝐎𝐃 but that which stares back at me ——— in the 𝒎irror. ❜

𝑰nd. &. sel. 25+ 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 roleplay blog for ℒORROAKAN ; self-appointed MASTER OF RAMAZITH'S TOWER &. GREAT ARCHMAGE of Baldur's Gate. TRIGGER WARNING for dark / adult content.

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I. GNEREAL I also write on Discord! Feel free to ask for it if we're mutuals c:

25+ ONLY. I'm turning 29 this year, and I'd like to write with people in my age range.

This is no space for OOC drama, IRL political discourse, people who can't differentiate fiction from reality and think it's okay to police adults on what to write on their blogs (go touch some grass). Hard-block. I will also opt for blocking instead of soft-blocking if our rules clash, if you have numerous triggers / DNIs, or to avoid misunderstandings. In most cases, it's nothing against you personally.

Yeah, so. This is a 25+ blog, run by a 25+ mun, and there will be adult content, including but not limited to: violence, abuse, gore, monsters, gaslighting, manipulation, canon-typical fantasy racism and overall offensive / problematic themes. Triggers won't always be tagged. If you're triggered by any of these, this blog isn't for you.

Communication is key!! You'd like to share an idea? Go right ahead. Don't like where the plot is going? Let me know. You want to scream about our muses? YES. Writing is so much more fun if the muns get along. I promise, I don't bite.

II. INTERACTION I'm selective and mutuals only simply because I can't spread myself too thin.

If I don't follow back, it's likely because you're not a BG3 / D&D related blog, I already have a lot of threads, too much formatting, or I feel our muses / writing styles don't mesh. Additionally, if your rules mention steering clear of the topics / triggers mentioned above, I won't follow either. We don't have to write anything that makes you uncomfortable (!!!exclamation mark!!111!), but they might come up.

I also won't follow blogs who use double spacing / heavily format. It's such a struggle for me to read. Sorry!!

If I follow you, I want to interact! Don't be shy <3 I will also assume that if you follow me back, you're fine with me sending you memes / tagging you in starters / sliding into your IMs to plot.

MEMES. I'm a feral meme goblin. Please don't ever feel obligated to answer the 517 memes I've sent you (or any at all), and in return, feel free to bombard my inbox. Even if we already have 3,670 threads. Idc fam, send me more. We haven't interacted yet? Meme. I haven't answered your meme yet? My muse probably didn't vibe with it, send another. Send memes. I may not respond to all of them and not every meme will spark a new thread, but... send memes. If you want to turn a meme into a thread, DO IT. No need to ask.

If we aren't mutuals: You are welcome to send asks and memes! Same goes for plot ideas, send an ask! If I have time / muse to pick up another thread, I'll get back to you :3

I'm a big fan of making my muses suffer :D I love angst and exploring dark, gritty plots. If you have any triggers, let me know before jumping into a RP with me, aka the angst queen, so we're all on the same page.

My ADHD often influences my activity. Sometimes I'll reply super fast, sometimes it takes me ages, and sometimes I can only focus on specific threads / muses.

III. DUH Mun =/= Muse, I obviously don't condone any of Lorroakan's bs IRL. He isn't a nice person. He is a toxic, abusive piece of work. While I will absolutely respect your boundaries OOC (if you talk to me beforehand about them, pretty please with a cherry on top), I won't tone him down on main. If that's not your cup of tea, block buttons exist. Use them.

Please don't soft-block me, I have the memory of a soggy pickle. Hard-block.

Protecting your online space is a mature thing to do, and I promise I'll 100% support that. No questions asked, no hard feelings. We're all here to have a good time.

IV. SHIPPING / RELATIONSHIPS Speaking of having a good time: We're sex-positive and kink-friendly in this house. I enjoy raunchy smut as much as the next depraved soul, but I won't write smut on the dash. The steamy stuff will be moved to discord or IMs.

This blog is multiship, male lean. Matter of fact, I love to ship, so if that's something you'd like to do, slide into my inbox. Fair warning; Lorroakan isn't particularly interested in romance or sex, and he's a prick. Ships will most likely be toxic / one-sided (with the potential to develop into something wholesome over time!).

Pre-established relationships: Yes. I usually don't do romantic pre-established relationships (some exceptions may be made for "what if" scenarios, or if I know the mun), but what if your muse was Lorroakan's childhood bestie? Another (former?) apprentice? A fellow scholar of the arcane he used to work with?

V. MUN They/Them, hatched 1995, dog parent, hyperfixating on problematic villains, D&D player.

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GENERAL Lorroakan is in his mid 30s, fairly young considering his achievements (mostly obtained through deceitful methods).

He presents himself as the great archmage of Baldur's Gate, but while he is a compentent wizard and keen enchanter, he is nowhere near as powerful as he claims to be.

Lorroakan laid claim to Ramazith Tower after its previous owner mysteriously disappearend, and he refuses to share the knowledge it holds (at least for free).

He is originally from Athkatla, one of the wealthiest cities in Faerun, but he grew up in the shadows of its splendor. His family (mother, father, two sisters, four brothers) could barely make ends meet, but Lorroakan has always been ambitious and harbored dreams of one day being just as wealthy and powerful as the elite of the Gem District. The practice or use of arcane magic is explicitly illegal within the city of Athkatla, but that didn't stop him; he practiced in secret whenever he could get his hands on a spellbook.

PERSONALITY IN A NUTSHELL . . . as interpreted by the mun ; Ambitious, diligent, intelligent, clever, creative ; selfish, arrogant, manipulative, power-hungry, petty, vain.

He has a superiority complex ; he is vain, has an overly high opinion of himself, makes boastful claims that aren't backed up by reality, has a habit of putting down those who outshine him. In truth, behind his inflated ego, he is insecure and has low self-esteem. Not that he'd ever admit that. In fact, he wouldn't even admit it to himself.

(The way I see it) Lorroakan isn't a straight up villain. However, his ambitions and narcissistic nature drive him to commit morally questionable, and at times, outright despicable acts.

CHARACTER STUDIES / RELEVANT HEADCANONS: bad money habits more about his past & why he is how he is

Shippy HCs CONs of being his lover PROs of being his lover NSFW headcanons

#꧁ * pinned !#DNI.

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goddessrisen · 6 months

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Interactions PSA

good evening you lovely beans. this is just a quick psa regarding interactions/ask memes !!

a. this is nothing bad, mostly just suggestions/a gentle shove if you feel shy/unsure about sending in a meme. do it. absolutely just do it. the worst thing that will happen is i'll pop into your dms and go like, " hey, xyz might not work right now, how does abc sound but we can plan out/discuss xyz happening ?? "

b. never, and i mean n e v e r be afraid to send in multiple asks. you will not bother me, i promise you. i reblog so many to give you as many different options as possible. send as many as you want. it can be shippy or not. we can absolutely work something out through dms, so don't worry !!

c. if my reply/starter does not give you enough to reply to, please let me know. i always try to keep things as open as possible while moving the plot along. if that isn't the case, absolutely shoot me a dm, and i will rewrite it! this is a hobby, but i never want to frustrate others if they can't really reply to what i've given them !!

d. oh, lastly !! feel free to turn any ask into a thread. the more, the merrier tbh.

i honestly think that's it. i just want everyone to have a good time. but yes, please invade my asks/like my starter calls/other things and never feel bad about it !!

#✦ — • psa •#// mwah #// i'm here #// so feel free to send things in

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bbobpul · 6 months

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the last thing i wanted (is the first thing you do) — stsg

NOTE. my first ever jjk au!!!!!!! REBLOG! REBLOG! REBLOG!

PAIRING. satoru gojo x suguru geto

GENRE. angst, hurt/no comfort

SYNOPSIS. a person like satoru harbors no regrets, that was until he met a person like suguru.

WARNINGS. none

W/C. 1.3k

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Satoru, in the depths of his soul, harbors no regrets. From the second he took his initial breath as humanity's finest sorcerer, an immense feeling of pride flowed through him, leaving absolutely no room for guilt. He handles life with the weight of incredible power and the absence of regret, balancing the line between having everything and having nothing to lose.

Satoru sees the world as a vast tapestry embedded with fibers of triumph and loss. His intimate understanding of life's complexities rests not on the absence of obstacles, but on his unwavering embrace of them. Because he knows that remorse is merely a whisper in the wind, easily scattered by the stubbornness of a heart that pulses with purpose, the very essence of his being echoes with the harmonious music of living without the veil of shame.

That was until he met Suguru. He uncovered a void within himself that he had not known existed at the time. Suddenly, the concept of having everything became less clear than it had previously appeared. Satoru grew to understand the delicate intricacies of fear—the fear of losing something valuable—with each passing moment spent with Suguru.

Suguru became a vibrant thread in the monochrome patchwork of his life, bringing value to the hues of who he was. Their experiences together, laughter, and even moments of silence of understanding offered an analogy that went beyond the apparent contradiction of having it all. Satoru found himself navigating unfamiliar emotions, discovering that vulnerability was not synonymous with weakness but rather a tribute to the profound connections that may change one's fundamental being.

As the vibrations of his growing fear resonated in the haze, Satoru decided to carry on, confident that the might of both of them could withstand any kind of obstacle. After all, he was Satoru Gojo, and Suguru Geto was far more than a friend; he was a foundation in a world where weakness and power coexisted, and the dreaded feeling of abandonment was overpowered by the unwavering strength of their bond.

"Penny for your thoughts," Suguru's voice slipped in from behind, a soft interruption in the quiet ambiance. Sunlight streamed through the leaves of the tall tree hovering over the both of them.

Satoru's laughter, rich and warm, filled the air. "I'd pay you a million to know what's been going on in your mind these days."

"Funny how I should be the one telling you that, Satoru."

"Just some stuff. How to enhance my skills and all," Satoru replied, a thoughtful expression playing on his features. His words hung in the air, playing with the dust caught in the sunlight.

The conversation lingered in a brief silence, allowing the weight of unspoken thoughts to settle. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves beneath them, like the earth sighing in relief, creating a soft melody that accompanied the subtle tension of their exchange.

"You've lost weight, Suguru. Been indulging in too much Somen?" Satoru asked playfully, his eyes scanning his best friend with a discerning gaze. The school bore witness to the shared history etched in the lines of their faces, with vintage photographs adorning the walls and memories echoing in every corner.

Suguru, on the other hand, simply observed him. The sunlight accentuated the vibrancy of his blue eyes, turning them into a deeper shade. His normally white hair appeared softer in the natural light, free from the usual hold of styling wax. The subtle play of light and shadow seemed to come alive in the place, expressing the complexities of their thoughts without the need for words.

Perhaps it's the cascade of tragedies that unfolded in the past year, or maybe it's the weight of loss they've shouldered despite their youth. It could be the haunting number of bodies they had to burn that eclipsed Satoru's understanding of what was poised to unfold between them. The school, charged with an unspoken heaviness, seemed to hold echoes of sorrow and resilience, intertwining the threads of their shared experiences into a tapestry of unforeseen challenges.

"How have you been, Satoru?" Suguru broke the silence with the sudden question.

"Fine," Satoru replied, though the simplicity of the answer carried an unspoken weight that hung in the air.

"Will you be fine alone?"

"Huh?" Satoru's confusion was evident in his response.

Instead of clarifying, Suguru released a dry laugh. "Nothing."

Satoru, despite the facade of casual conversation, felt a certain gravity in the air that tugged at the edges of his consciousness.

"I have been thinking," Suguru began, his voice carrying a subdued intensity, "of a lot of things." The words hung in the air, poignant, unspoken thoughts and the echoes of a shared history that had weathered storms together.

The depths of Suguru’s silence and his rhetorical question were a dust storm that Satoru paid no attention to until they stood, feet apart from each other, where Satoru’s one and only fear came to life. The unspoken weight of Suguru's contemplations now materialized, hanging in the air like a dense fog, shrouding the space between them.

The words Suguru spoke carried a weight that only Satoru's heart could comprehend from a distance. "This is the life I've chosen. All I can do now is give it all I've got. This is what I was made for. Don't ruin it for me... like what you always do."

In response, Satoru's determination to challenge those words was evident. "I'll ruin it all over for you." There was a sense of defiance in his retort, a refusal to accept Suguru's chosen path without a fight. The exchange encapsulated the tension and complexity of their relationship, a clash of wills that hinted at a deeper, unspoken history between them.

The conversation between Suguru and Satoru unfolded with poignant intensity. Suguru, expressing a long-suppressed desire, explained, "You need to understand that this is the first thing that I wanted. Maybe the only reason why I haven’t done this is because of you, Satoru. Always having to compromise for you. Always having to break into your mind to have you understand everything. Your problems are always my problem. It was never easy with you, Satoru. And I figured that leaving you is the easiest thing to do."

Satoru, grappling with the weight of Suguru's words, countered with an emotional, "And the last thing I wanted is the first thing you do."

Suguru's response, delivered with a touch of resignation, reflected the complexity of life. "Well, life won't always agree with you, Satoru. If it was you in my shoes, you would do it without any hesitation because you could."

"What you want is impossible," Satoru asserted.

"You say it's impossible when you yourself could do it," Suguru countered, feeling the weight of Satoru's silence. "You have always been the righteous one, Satoru. Everything you do and will do is justifiable because you are the strongest. But are you the strongest because you're Satoru Gojo or are you Satoru Gojo because you're the strongest?"

Everything after that, to Satoru's mind, became a blur. The questioning of his identity and strength stirred a tumultuous whirlwind of thoughts, leaving him grappling with a reality he had perhaps never truly considered.

Satoru, in the depths of his soul, harbors no regrets.

Until he met Suguru, who altered his life forever. Satoru now regrets not following him, failing to realize the profound significance of Suguru's quietness in spite of his own noise. The load of accountability falls entirely on his shoulders, and he feels that he only has to blame himself, not Suguru. Despite his regrets, Satoru is willing to let Suguru reacquaint him with the nuances of life, which he had no opportunity to learn. Whatever happens, he's willing to let Suguru rain on his parade since he's learned to embrace the curse that he was taught to abhor. He's grown to accept the fear he used to keep buried, realizing it was just a fear with no real meaning prior to it ever striking.

Now, Satoru finds himself back to square one. He fears nothing because, in losing Suguru, he believes he has nothing left to lose.

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