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Lap of Luxury | Sugar Daddy!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: As a young woman without much income, a joke of a job, and an unfortunately expensive taste, your curiosity one evening leads to a string of events far out of your control.

Warnings: Age gap (reader is 23, Bradley is 40), suggestive themes (no smut), fluff

Word Count: 4,635

“Babe,” your best friend slurred. “You need to get on Seeking Arrangements! These guys- they just buy you stuff! And give you money!”

Another conversation about your not-so-much of an income, splitting a bottle of wine with your best friend, and her insistence on helping you has devolved into this. Discussing a sugar daddy arrangement from a site for older folks. You couldn't imagine a worse way to spend your night.

“Aren't they, like, old?” You ask with a sneer. Your friend just laughs it off.

“And rich!” She squeals. “You’d never have to work another shitty job again! C’mon just try it!” She grabbed your phone from you and fumbled with it to download the app.

“Ugh, what’s your password?” She showed you the screen where the app store was asking. You hesitate before typing it in and allowing her to do the rest.

“Okay first thing’s first,” she places her hand on your knee, mostly to steady herself. “Never use your real name. So you're going to be…”

She starts typing on the phone, probably using her galaxy brain to come up with something truly brilliant. And by brilliant, that means ridiculous.

“Genevieve,” she states finally. You don't hate the name, but it's not yours. You made a mental note to change it when you're sober. “Everything else will be the same. And…”

She starts scrolling through your camera roll. You'd have freaked out but really, there wasn't anything there she hasn't seen already. She taps on a photo of you she took a week ago at a vineyard the two of you had visited (on her dime) and handed your phone back to you,

“Voilà! Welcome yo Seeking Arrangements,” she grinned at you. You looked down at your profile and sighed.

“Now what?” You ask flatly.

“Find someone!”

“How? I don't know how to use this!”

“Ugh, you're so boring sometimes…”

Thus began a hunt for the “perfect man” to fund your broke self’s habits. It was all a drunken blur from there, and you passed out on your couch after about two hours of playing around on the app. You had no idea there were so many men willing to give their money away to young women with no regard. But it was working out in your favor.

-

You woke up the next day with a pounding hangover, cottonmouth and your phone on 5% battery. Your friend was nowhere to be found - as usual after drinking binges like that. You mentally kicked yourself for allowing it to go this far but, realistically, you didn't care to go into work today anyway.

A quick text to your boss and a shaky walk to your bedroom to plug your phone in preceded your chug-fest in the kitchen. Drinking straight from the tap wasn't fast enough, but it would suffice. You groaned as you finished gorging yourself on your borderline acceptable tap water, went to the cabinet, and pulled out your bottle of painkillers. You popped two extra strength tablets and washed them down with yet another healthy gulp of water.

You walked back to your bedroom and laid in the quiet dark on your bed. Just as you closed your eyes, your phone buzzed. Once, then twice. You pick it up to see you have missed messages from men on that confounded Seeking Arrangements app. You groan and set the phone down again, remembering just how horribly drunk you got last night. Drunk and stupid, it seemed. You hear another buzz and pick up the phone in frustration, unlocking it and then scrolling through the messages and threads you'd started last night.

Genevieve. What a stupid name. You quickly changed it to your name and kept scrolling through. You deleted many of the threads, only stopping on a few men who were even remotely close to your age bracket. All tech startup guys with nothing better to do than wine and dine young women into their panties. Typical.

You’re about to delete the app when you see one face in particular that doesn't piss you off like the rest. You open your conversation from the night before to find it was pleasant, not sexually charged, and genuine. You smile briefly before clicking his profile picture. He’s handsome, too handsome. What’s the catch?

You open his profile to see his age, what he does, and where he is. He’s forty, lives nearby in San Diego, and is an aviator for the Navy. The military thing would have been a turn off if the conversation you’d had didn't look so… refreshing. You scroll to see his net worth - nearly one million. Unheard of among these other men. He must be well-off.

You scroll more and see he’s very close by. A block away. You excitedly - but cautiously -  type a message to him.

You: So sorry, I fell asleep. I think it's wild you’re still single at your age. How doesn't that mustache pull women nowadays?

You bite your lip and quickly turn the brightness down on your phone, the blue light making your migraine worse. You see him typing and your heart flutters.

You can't believe this is happening. How did you let your friend talk you into this? Were you crazy? Desperate? Or just lonely? You watched the bubbles on screen appear and disappear as the man on the other side of the screen typed his response to you.

The self-loathing part of your brain told you he was figuring out how to turn you down gently. Tell you you're too young for this, to go find someone your own age, chase your dreams, and whatever other sentiments he could think of. You wanted to hear it, but you also didn't. This was all too much.

Until it wasn't.

Bradley Bradshaw: No worries, sweetheart. I see you're nearby - let me come get you and treat you to brunch. Mimosas?

-

You stood outside your apartment with your cutest outfit on, though to someone like Bradley, it could be considered… revealing. You didn’t have much, hence the entire reason your friend had convinced you to join that stupid app in the first place. Regardless, you stood waiting for Bradley to come pick you up for your impromptu brunch date.

Could you even call it a date?

Your mind swam as you stared down at the photo of him on the app. He was handsome, yes. You just weren’t sure if this made you one of those gold-digging, shallow women who you were sure were all over this app. He looked as though he’d spent a lifetime laughing, living. The wrinkles you could see that weren’t airbrushed out of this photo seemed deeply set. A good sign that he wasn’t as stuffy as some of the other guys you’d apparently spoken to.

Was this just a giant ass mistake?

What if he was just another one of these guys looking to fuck a younger woman and then give her some hush money? Or even expensive gifts in lieu of hush money? You didn’t want to be the dumb trophy on some older man’s arm. And that was when it hit you - you actually liked Bradley. It was just a small crush, of course, you’d hardly known him. Hardly even spoken to him. But from the little interaction you’d had he seemed like the genuine article.

Before you could psych yourself out any more, you heard the low rumble of a classic car getting closer. You popped your head up to see a bright blue classic Ford Bronco headed your way. Your eyes lit up - having an affinity for classic cars - and you simply prayed that this was Bradley coming to get you. 

The car came to a stop right in front of you, and the aforementioned Bradley was looking out the window at you with a grin. He pulled his aviators down the bridge of his nose and looked you in the eyes. A genuine kind of look on his face that had you melting inside.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said kindly. “Are you ready to go?”

You nodded wordlessly and shoved your phone into your small purse. Bradley jumped out of the Bronco and approached you. He was incredibly tall, compared to you, and he didn’t have this dominating presence that you kept thinking he would have. No, he was like a giant teddy bear - someone you could imagine curling up with at the end of the day and getting nothing but hugs and kisses from.

“You’re even more adorable than that picture on the app, you know,” he tilted his head sweetly to one side. Your cheeks flushed a bright red, though you weren’t sure if he would notice.

“I-I’m happy I’ve surpassed expectations,” you croaked. “God, I’m sorry-” He chuckled and shook his head.

“I’m nervous, too, sweetheart,” he admitted kindly. “Let’s get to where we’re going and we can be nervous together.” He took your hand and led you to the passenger side of the Bronco. He opened the door for you and helped you get up into the seat. He waited until you were situated before closing the door and walking coolly to the other side and getting into the driver’s seat.

“I hope you don’t mind. I chose a more secluded spot than I normally would,” Bradley admitted as he pulled away from the curb. “Not because I’m embarrassed, but just because I’d hate to have people I know giving me shit.”

“I completely understand,” you say softly. “I would die if someone I knew saw me doing this… Whatever this is.”

“I’d say we can put off putting a label on it until we’re sure, yeah?” Bradley looked over at you with a smile. “No pressure, no fakery, no stress.”

“I love the sound of that,” you said sweetly, looking at him with a smile.

Soon, you arrived at a small brunch joint on the outskirts of the city. Bradley had assured you he’d never seen his buddies here, and you assured him that your friends are too broke to afford this kind of place. Sharing a laugh, Bradley cuts the engine and gets out of the Bronco. He walks to your side and helps you out before linking your arm with his.

“I’ll treat you right, okay?” He said sweetly as he walked you in. You only smiled in response and allowed him to lead you inside. He gave his last name coolly to the hostess and she ushered the two of you to a more private booth at the back of the restaurant. Bradley pulled your chair out for you and let you sit first. What a gentleman. He took his seat across from you and removed his aviators.

Those eyes were mesmerizing. Beautiful brown that you swore had little flecks of gold in them. You could get lost in those eyes if you weren’t careful, so you quickly picked up the small menu and looked it over. Yikes. You for sure wouldn’t be able to afford this.

“So, I can tell this is not something you usually do,” Bradley said softly. “Me neither, if I’m honest.”

“Honestly? My friend made me do it. We were… Drinking last night. And she convinced me this would be a good idea.” You admitted candidly. “I didn’t know what to expect.

“Hah! Sounds exactly like what my friend did to me,” he admitted right back. “I forgot the app even existed until you messaged me last night. Then, I just got this… feeling. Like, if I let this slip by, I’d regret it the rest of my life.”

“Hence, why we’re sitting here having brunch together,” you finish for him. “I have to admit, Bradley, you don’t seem like the type to go for… younger women. You’re mature, put together, and seem like a zero-bullshit guy.”

“Yeah, well, the Navy sort of beats that into you,” he laughs softly. “Women are usually deterred by the military thing. They automatically think you’re looking to get married, or they think you’re active duty and are going to lose you. So they don’t even bother trying.” He looks up at you. “I’m just trying to find someone to spoil. Someone to care for, and someone to care for me right back.”

You appreciated his honesty. You liked skipping around the nervous chatter, the lies, the embellishments. This was a far cry from some of the dates you’d been on in the past - boys pretending to be men that they’re not. Bradley clearly went through that when he was your age. And he clearly realized it doesn’t work long-term.

“You’re saying all the right things, Bradley,” you chime. “I just want you to know… I’m not after your money or whatever else it is you have to offer me. I’m not sure what I’m after here, but I’d like to explore this. Whatever it ends up being, or not being, I’m interested to see where it goes.”

You’re surprised to hear those words coming from your mouth. An hour ago you were just about ready to call this whole thing off. You were sure this would make you lesser than; lump you in with all the other desperate girls your age just looking to get rich and not work for it. But, honestly, you didn’t care about money - your friend did. If this all worked out, if Bradley ended up being more than just a Seeking Arrangements date, you’d have to thank her for being such a gold digger.

Oh, the misery.

"I do too, sweetheart,” Bradley said sweetly. “No pressure, no fakery, no stress.”

-

Brunch went exceptionally well. Bradley told you stories from his time in the Naval Academy, TOPGUN, and even a few missions you were pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to share. He told you about his parents and how he followed in his dad’s footsteps. He told you about everything. He was a man who’d lived. You couldn’t grasp, still, how a woman his age wouldn’t want him.

You shared stories from your years in college, your job, and from your childhood. Absolutely nothing compared to the nearly twenty years he had on you. You felt silly telling him about yourself, but he was genuinely interested. He asked so many insightful questions, held your hand, and maintained eye contact. You thought maybe, just maybe, he was falling for you.

You’d be remiss if you didn’t admit you may be falling for him, too.

When the bill came, Bradley snatched it away from you with a mischievous grin. You playfully pouted at him and he just waved you off. He took his wallet out and slid a credit card into the book and held it until the server came back. Clever little devil.

“I told you I’d spoil you, sweetheart,” he mused. “This is me spoiling you. But, I should warn you. This is only the beginning.”

You grinned at him and nodded, relaxing back in your seat. He was just so cool. His entire demeanor, his attitude - devil may care kind of air about him. You enjoyed his youthful aura, especially since you knew he was not quite as youthful as he used to be. It was truly a breath of fresh air.

The bill was paid, you’d successfully drank three mimosas, and Bradley was looking at you with stars in his eyes. He walked you out of the restaurant and to his Bronco. He looked down at you once the two of you were on the passenger’s side. Brushing some hair from your face, he smiled softly and pulled you just a touch closer.

“Well, I’m dying for your review, sweetheart,” he said with a grin. “Did I live up to expectations?”

Your mouth felt dry all of a sudden. Did he? Did he? You’d just spent three hours chatting with a man nearly twice your age about his life, your life, and genuinely enjoying each other's company. And he wants to know if he lived up to expectations? You smiled widely, no longer able to conceal the excitement you felt in your gut about this.

“Very much so. I’d even be so bold as to say you’ve surpassed them,” you took his hand in yours gently. He responded by squeezing your waist a little tighter.

“Then,” he said in a lower tone than he’d used earlier. “You wouldn’t find it uncouth of me to do this?”

Before you could even think of a witty response, his lips were on yours in a gentle, tentative kiss. Your initial shock washed away quickly as your lips pressed back against his. He was gentle, nothing extravagant, nothing lying beneath the surface - just a kiss. His hands slid around your back and upwards, pulling you impossibly closer. Your hands found purchase on his large biceps, squeezing as he drew you nearer.

Like in the movies, you felt an instant spark. Little electrical pulses all over your lips, your cheeks, and wherever he touched you. His hands seemed to be made for you. They seemed to know exactly how to hold you, how to caress you, and how to make you forget all except him and this moment.

And all too quickly, he was pulling away from you. He looked down at you with gentle eyes, a small quirk of his lips. You stared back up at him with your mouth hanging open ever so slightly. He brought his hand up and swept his thumb over your bottom lip. You almost had to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the mild ache that warmed your core.

Bradley let out a soft chuckle and opened the door for you. Like earlier, he helped you into the Bronco and then got in himself. He started the vehicle and started driving away from the restaurant. Your mind swam with the possibilities. He could be your father, but you wanted him. You wanted him to be the man in your life. Just from this one little encounter. You were sure you wanted him.

It really was like the movies.

You noticed eventually that you were nowhere near your apartment, or his. In fact, San Diego wasn’t around you at all. You’d traveled north, and then west. To a small little shopping center away from town. You looked at Bradley curiously and he met your gaze as if on cue.

“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart,” he said coolly. “I’m taking you to the beach. But you need a bathing suit. And, honestly, so do I.” He grinned at you and pulled into a parking spot. Just great! He was already blowing his money on you. Part of you felt guilty, but the other part of you - the part that was still listening to your friend - wanted to see this all through.

He pulled you into a store that sold probably the most revealing swimsuits for the most outrageous prices. You cringed every time you looked at a price tag even though Bradley had assured you nothing was too expensive. Finally, after looking at a one-piece suit that was anything but “one piece,” you pulled Bradley to you.

“I cannot let you spend this kind of money on such little fabric, Bradley,” you pleaded. He simply smiled down at you and nodded.

“I understand completely,” he looked around at the options and narrowed his eyes. “Let me find something worthwhile then.” He kissed your cheek and walked off to search for a suit for you. Dumbfounded, you stood back and watched for a second. Then, without even thinking, you started looking for one for him to wear. Like some kind of girlfriend would.

You picked up a red pair of trunks, the shorter kind that have come into style recently. You weren’t sure if these would make him look younger or just plain silly. You didn’t really care, though, you wanted him to wear them. You figured this would be a good color on him.

When he eventually found you again, he had his hands behind his back. A shit-eating grin on his face, you’d notice. You held up the trunks you’d chosen for him, a small smile on your face.

“How are these?” You asked sweetly. He nodded in approval and then brought a one piece suit out from behind his back.

Your eyes bugged out of your head when you saw it - bright red, just like the trunks you’d chosen for him.

You let out a genuine laugh and smiled up at him. He pulled you in for a quick kiss before taking the trunks from you and walking to the register to pay. You followed behind him but quickly tucked yourself against his side at the counter. He’d picked up a pair of aviators for you, a couple of towels, and some sunblock. Once he paid, he took your hand and led you out of the shop.

“Let’s change into these before we head out. I wanna get right into it when we get to the beach,” he handed you the swimsuit and gently pushed you in the direction of the bathroom. He went to the men’s room to change, and you changed as instructed.

When you arrived at the beach, you were in awe at how gorgeous the scenery was. Not a person in sight, either. Perfect, you thought. Bradley hauled you to the sand like a little kid and laughed at your protests.

“The water is fine! Come on, let me see that suit I got you.” He pinched your sides and tickled you into submission. You shoved him off of you with a wheezing laugh and tore your clothes off to reveal the swimsuit. His eyes traveled down your body in a very uncharacteristically obvious way.

“Wow, sweetheart,” he grunted. “Red is definitely your color.” He took his t-shirt off and tossed it aside. He was surprisingly muscular for someone his age. It added to his charm, you decided, that he was able to stay in such great shape. “How about me? Red a good color on me? Someone my age?”

“Yeah, actually. Those make you look at least ten years younger,” you teased. He laughed and watched you take off towards the water. He followed behind you and let his feet get wet from the waves.

You, on the other hand, were the young sprite who was going deeper into the water. You let the water lap at your thighs before traveling out a little further. The cool water felt amazing on your skin, even better with the sun beating down on you. You closed your eyes and let the waves rock you from side to side. You surely could get used to this.

You suddenly felt hands on your hips, a firm grip. You jumped slightly before turning around to come face-to-face with Bradley. The sun made his eyes sparkle just as you’d predicted in the restaurant. You looked at the age on his face and sigh softly. It’s not as obvious in the sun. Not something you expected.

“You forgot something,” he said softly. He propped the pair of aviators he bought on your face and gently pushed them up the bridge of your nose. He poked the tip of your nose with a boyish grin. “Perfect.”

“You’re gonna let me get a sunburn, too?” You chide with a poke to his ribs.

“Oh, never,” he said with a scandalized look on his face. “Here, turn back around.” He produced the bottle of sunscreen and smirked.

You turned around without hesitation. You felt his hands all over your back as he spread the sunscreen around your skin. He rubbed up and over your shoulders, kissing them gently when he was finished. He traced your spine on the open back of the swimsuit he bought you. You shivered ever so slightly when his hands brushed your skin so gently. He worked the sunscreen into your neck before gently turning you back around and working it over your collarbone. You saw the hesitation in his eyes when he went to drag his fingers lower, but your lack of protest replaced his hesitation with determination. He massaged the sunscreen into the swell of your breasts slowly. Your breath caught in your throat at the touch. The familiar ache between your legs returning.

He moved on to your arms and the tops of your ears. He then put a silly little stripe of it on the bridge of your nose, making you giggle. You took the bottle from him and repeated the gesture on him. He grinned proudly and pulled you close again. His lips crashed onto yours in a hungry kiss, more intimate than the last.

You knew then that you could get used to this.

-

You grinned widely and charged at Bradley, jumping into his arms. He laughed and caught you with ease, spinning you around as you wrapped your legs around him. He playfully tipped you backwards so your hair brushed the water. Your squeal of excitement rang out clear as day, making him smile brighter than you’d seen.

He pulled you back up and you buried your face in his neck. His skin was slick with sweat and sunscreen, and he smelled still like the subtle cologne he wore. He held you securely against him, never daring to drop you.

You pulled your head back and kissed him again. It came easier now, kissing him. It was more exciting, less anxiety-inducing. You liked the way the walls had been dropped and the affections came easier. He gladly kissed you back, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. A soft, more needy than intended whimper left your lips at that.

Instead of scaring him away, it only spurred Bradley on. His hands cupped your rear possessively and he carried you back to shore. And you knew where it would go from there.

He set you down on one of the towels and crawled over you. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he explored your skin with his mouth. Your hands slid up and into his hair, whining softly as he ravaged you with that perfect, experienced mouth.

“I need you to know, sweetheart,” he grunted. “This isn’t a one-off.” You tilted your head, sweat on your brow.

“I’m going to take you out, bring you home, make you mine,” he explained further. “I’m not ready to let you go yet. I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s more than okay,” you breathed. “I’m not ready to let you go yet either.”

“Good,” he said before kissing down your stomach, dangerously close to your aching cunt. “Because I don’t want to go too fast.” He kissed back up your stomach and to your lips.

A pitiful little moan left your lips in protest. He chuckled softly and looked down at you.

“We have time,” he said simply. You wrapped your arms around him and laughed softly. His lips connected with your collarbone before he lifted you back up.

“Let’s order something and eat dinner here. Sound good?” He suggested. You nodded with a grin, kissing his cheek. As he was busy ordering something for dinner, you looked down at your phone for the first time since that morning. You opened it up and looked at your conversation with Bradley on the app. You bit your lip and closed the app. Then you took a leap.

You deleted the app.

Bradley was the only one you cared about among the list of men you’d chatted with. And in a stupidly short amount of time, you started picturing yourself with this man. This real man. He turned to you and smiled as he spoke on the phone with the place he was ordering from. The look on his face when he looked at you was enough. This, eating dinner on a secluded beach, was enough.

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[thats-ill-eagle]

HELLUVA BOSS DEVIATING FROM ITS ORIGINAL PREMISE FUNDAMENTALLY DESTROYED THE SHOW

So, it has already been discussed many times in HB critical community that HB deviated from its premise after S1 and that anyone with an once of media literacy can tell that you can't describe it in any way other than horrible writing.

Now, I'm going to ask you this for a second - imagine that you haven't seen S1, the pilot or read the premise of Helluva Boss anywhere. Imagine that you watch all (available) episodes of S2 and are asked to write a premise about it on some movie review website. How would you briefly describe what happens in S2?

Oh, you can't or are having major trouble doing it? Don't worry, you are not media illiterate, my friend. That is the case because IT'S LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO TELL WHAT HELLUVA BOSS IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT ANYMORE.

There are many flaws that your writing could possess - inconsistent characterization, too fast/slow pacing and so on. However, they do not automatically derail your work. It is very much possible to recognize those faults, learn from them and do better in the future.

But the premise of your work is its literal BONES. You build up the plot and characters based on it. You just can't expect your show to be good, if you tear out its basis. Of course the pacing, character development and how plot points are wrapped up in HB is horrible - how can anything function without the very thing that holds it all together?

And I MEAN that the premise of HB completely disappears, not shifts or changes. Like, seriously, what the hell is HB supposed to be about now?

Stolitz?

Their interactions indicate zero meaningful development and are tediously spaced out to the point that it's hard to care about their relationship. It is made even worse by the fact that Stolas, just like in S1, still keeps pressuring Blitzo, despite him being clearly uncomfortable.

Blitzo making amends with people he hurt?

Even ignoring S1's nonexistent buildup of this plotline (Blitzo looking at photos on his phone doesn't count, since it's literally the ONLY moment that barely suggests it), there's no buildup in S2 either, when it comes to both Barbie and Fizz. It is certainly not helped by the fact that Barbie just vanishes after Unhappy Campers and Blitzo and Fizz's beef is resolved in a single episode.

Any other plotlines of S2, like Fizz's job, Crimson, Striker, or Stolas and Stella's separation are just too small or insignificant to be considered part of the supposed premise, INCLUDING the assassination business, which arguably takes up the least amount of time of aspects of the show listed.

It's no surprise that Helluva Boss is slowly crumbling. At this point, it's just a paralysed zombie who completely forgot what it once was. And it's damn sad to watch, because the show comforted me during some dark times and, despite Viv being an awful person, I truly hoped for HB to be great.

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[darkbluekies]

The Hedwig diaries: I want to kill

Warnings: mentions of wanting to kill, yandere, jealousy, obsession

Dear diary, I want to kill and you have to believe it's more than just selfish reasons. I don't know what else to do. I respect everyone, why can't they respect me? Why does no one think that my relationship is serious? I love Y/N more than anything else in this entire world! Am I the only one seeing that? Certainly not, right?

Someone tried to approach them today in the cafeteria. I could see in an instant that he had no good intentions. I've tried to get Y/N to ditch the grotesque cafeteria food, but they won't hear me out … I can't for the life of me understand why. I've told them that I can get my chef to make lunchboxes for us both, but they squirm when I'm trying. I think it's because of what others will think. Y/N wants to blend in and not stand out. Being with me only complicates that. They told me once that if they would start eating food from my house, they'd stand out even more — people might even think they're a gold digger, that they're using me. I know Y/N, I know they're not. Why do they have to care what others think so badly?

Anyways, this person who talked to my love finally admitted his defeat when Y/N told him to go away. I hugged their arm and they told me that it was okay. They could sense that I got uncomfortable. Bless their wonderful soul. But it wasn't okay. How could anything be okay when someone had just tried to steal my partner in front of me?! As if it didn't even matter?!

I tried not to sulk for the rest of the day, but there was a nagging feeling that I couldn't shake off. Although that person had stepped away, the audacity of them to ask in the first place made me furious and I knew that I wouldn't be able to relax as long as they were around. As long as they breathe. It still makes my blood boil writing now.

"Can I do something to cheer you up?" Y/N asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

Y/N? Do something wrong? How could they ever think such nonsense?! I could tell how worried they were and I instantly felt bad that my horrible mood spilled over to them — to the point where they had started blaming themselves. I kissed them and I hope that was enough to reassure them that they were the most non-wrong thing in my life. Plus, I bought them a juice box from the vending machine to make them happy. They did smile a bit afterwards ♡

Y/N is sleeping right now. They look so sweet, I wish I could keep this moment forever. I've taken countless photos … but I want more. Photos and videos aren't enough. I want to freeze this time and stay here forever. I want to be this moment, as crazy as it may sound. I'm going to bed soon too, but I had to get this out of me or else I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I've never been so furious before. I've never wanted to kill before. I've never liked horror or gore of any kind, but when it comes to Y/N … then it just feels like the only solution. I don't want anyone to look at them the way I do. I don't like it when others capture their precious time. It makes my skin crawl.

I'm going to put down the pen and join my dearest. I’m exhausted after this stressful day. I’m going to ask Y/N if they want to go to the spa tomorrow to relax. 

Yours truly, 

Hedwig 

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere fics #yandere oc x you #yandere stories #yandere oc x reader #yandere rich girl #yandere female #yandere oneshots

[pimosworld]

The story of us chapter 7

Pairing-Triple Frontier boys x f!reader

Chapter summary-Santiago is forced to make a decision.

CW- 18+,MDNI,Explicit. A link will be posted going forward to avoid spoilers.

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Notes-See series master list for full story notes. This is the chapter that started it all. Santiago the final boss. Also mentioned is hc that Pope has a nightlight thanks to @melodygatesauthor link.

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Chapter VII Weak in the knees

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You stretch comfortably relishing in the softness of your sheets. Rarely do you have the chance to indulge in uninterrupted slumber. You know all too well the nightmares that plague you and your boys from years in the service and the events in Colombia. 

  Your ex never had much of a tolerance for helping you through them, often jostling you awake to stop your soft whines. Being horribly ripped from your nightmares was better than having to sleep through them when he opted to head to the couch instead. 

  Despite sleeping alone, it was much more peaceful knowing you had someone who truly cared for you. As though the universe could read your mind you can feel the light buzz of your phone under your pillow. Your stomach flutters at the prospect of which one could be calling you this early in the morning. 

  Ben’s face lights up your screen, a photo you took of him after his first knockout win, you’ve never seen him happier than he was in that moment. Surrounded by all the people he loved most doing the thing he was so passionate about. 

  Good morning honey. You want to scream into your pillow at his sleepy deep voice but you calm your nerves and do your best to reply. 

  “Good morning babe.” 

  If you call me babe again I’m driving over there right now. It’s not surprising that you’re having the same effect on him but it makes you happy all the same.

  Listen I know it’s last minute but I wanted to invite you to my fight tonight. It’s out of town so we’re spending the night.

  “Sorry I promised some coworkers I’d go out tonight for their birthday.” 

  Be safe please and call Santi if you need anything. 

  “Oh…he’s not going with you?”

  No it’s just me,Fish and Will. Santi said he was busy but he’s probably just gonna sulk in his apartment. 

  You decide not to pry into what that means. You knew he needed his space from time to time so it wasn’t out of the ordinary.

  “Good luck tonight babe. I’ll see you guys when you get back.” You giggle at the groan he lets out on the other end.

  You’re a tease, you know that. 

  You hang up smiling down at your phone. You know the two of you could spend an ungodly amount of time talking about nothing and arguing about who should hang up first. You roll over clutching the phone to your chest wondering how you got so lucky. Maybe this was just a dream that you’d wake up from one day but for now you’d enjoy it in whatever form it came.

  ****

  You don’t remember the last time you had this much fun dancing. It was true that you had neglected several relationships in lieu of that asshole and you were grateful that you hadn’t completely ruined those connections. 

  You’re on the dance floor with the birthday girl and a few other coworkers when you glance over at the bar. The floor feels like it’s going to give out as all the air leaves your lungs. Maybe it was the drinks or your mind playing cruel tricks on you but you swear you saw your ex.

  “You ok hon.” Angela yells over the music in your ear bringing you back to the moment. 

  “Ya…I think I just need to sit down for a minute.” You walk to the table on shaky legs as you try and get a grip on reality. 

  You needed to calm down, it probably wasn’t him. Even if it was, he had every right to be in this public place. You’re trying to silence the alarm bells in your brain telling you he was following you. Ptsd does horrible things to your mental state. You’re trying to remember some of the things Will told you. Ground yourself, 4 things you can touch,3 things you can hear,2 things you can smell, 1 thing you can taste. 

  This is quite possibly the worst place to ground yourself. All you can feel is the stickiness of the table in front of you, you can’t hear anything beyond the music and the loud voices echoing over it. The smell of cheap liquor and heavy cologne permeate your senses and the last thing you want to taste right now is the watered down drink that was left unattended while you were dancing.

  Your chest is getting tight and the bar seems to be darker than it was 5 minutes ago. You have to get out of here.

  You don’t want to bother Santi and you don’t think you could even wait long enough for him to arrive before you pass out from a full blown panic attack.

  You pull out your phone to call an Uber and head outside as you text your friends that you were feeling sick and had to leave. You hover close to the bouncer outside as you wait briefly for it to arrive.

  The humid air outside does nothing to calm your nerves as the small black sedan pulls up and you double check the license plate to make sure it’s your driver. 

  You take the first deep breath in a while as you enter the car and an older woman offers you her name and smiles. 

  You can feel the soft cloth seats beneath your fingers and the cool metal of the buckle as you secure your seatbelt. You set your phone and purse down beside you as you rest your head back against the seat. You can hear the ac blasting, the sounds of the soft jazz on her radio, the thrumming of the car's engine. It smells like a new car and her fresh pine air freshener she has hanging on the rear view mirror. 

  “I have some water in a cooler back there if you want some hon.” You open your eyes and try to choke back the tears that have been threatening to spill since you left the bar. It’s not like she knew your nickname, it's just a term of endearment. 

  “Thank you.” You gratefully accept the water as your panic subsides, thanking whoever out there sent your guardian angel to pick you up. 

  You don’t know when you closed your eyes again but a bright flashing light startles you awake. You can tell you’re almost home as you try and gain your bearings but the vehicle behind you is so close it’s impossible to see.

  “Excuse my language but this person is driving like an asshole.” You chuckle at the older woman’s response as the car pulls around you speeding aggressively by. 

  “Almost home hon…” She smiles sweetly to you in the mirror as you try to school your expression. You’d recognize that truck anywhere and suddenly your suspicions from the bar were all but confirmed. 

  Fuck

  ****

Just pick up the phone and call her, if only it were that simple for Santiago as he sits alone in his apartment staring down at the blank phone screen like it’s going to spontaneously call you. 

Will's words echoed in his mind, playing on a constant loop. Why was he denying himself happiness? That stubborn part of his brain always goes to the worst case scenario. If it doesn’t work out he could lose you forever. 

Somehow he forgets how many times he’s been here before with you. He won’t admit to the guys how many times you’ve waded into that territory. You confessed your love so many times only to be met with his stupid avoidances or the casual ‘ love you too’. 

Everything was different after Colombia, after that night you spent in the hotel just holding each other. No words were spoken but feelings were exchanged. In true Santiago fashion you returned to the states and he acted as if nothing had happened. You didn’t want to admit how much it broke you. 

He was always running from his feelings but he kept your heart on a string from the moment you met. The string would get closer or further away depending on how he was feeling but that was the closest it’s been to snapping. 

He could say what he wanted about the other guys but he broke the rules more than anyone. Always toting the line of no one can have you if I can’t. He never made an attempt over the years to like your boyfriends, it didn’t bother you much, you knew how protective he was in more ways than one. 

You however would do your best to like his girlfriends or the ones that actually stuck around for more than a month. He would find some excuse to break it off when she started getting too close to the group. Any serious relationship threatening what you had made him feel uneasy. 

Little did you know he could never have someone he loved so close to someone he was pretending to love. 

After Colombia he thought you were just coping like you usually did. Find some shitty guy for a few weeks to occupy your mind and then everything would go back to the way it was. You stopped responding to texts, stopped showing up to the bar, stopped showing up to Benny's fights. Maybe this time he finally pushed you over the edge. Into the arms of someone unworthy of your love and genuine kindness. 

He could call himself a hypocrite for even having these thoughts. He was too stubborn for that. He couldn’t see that he was being just as shitty to you as any of the guys you’ve dated. He wouldn’t commit but he wouldn’t let you get far enough to forget that he was an option. 

Why couldn’t he just say he loved you? 

The night before they confronted Mike was the first panic attack he’d had in a very long time. His chest  was growing tighter each time he couldn’t see you, his emotions threatening to boil over and affecting his daily life. He couldn’t focus or think about anything besides you. 

He didn’t regret coming over, but everyday since then not telling you how he truly felt was making the gaping hole in his heart even bigger. He convinced himself that he would just bide his time until the whole thing blew up in their faces. Now seeing you all so happy including Will he was starting to feel like an outcast. 

Incoming call

“Santi…I didn’t know who else to call.” Your frantic voice on the other line has him in full blown panic.

“Are you okay, what’s happening?” Silence on the other end. His feet are taking him out the door before he knows what’s happening. 

“Talk to me cariño.” 

“I’m sorry I dropped my phone…I was out with some friends and I thought I saw him at the bar but I couldn’t be sure but just now I think he drove by my house.”He can hear your sniffles and heavy breathing and the faint sound of keys. 

“Are you sure?” He doesn’t even need to ask who you’re referring to. 

“Santiago, have you seen his truck!” Of course the most obnoxious monstrosity known to man that screams I’m a douchebag. 

“Yes I’m sorry, I’m on my way right now, stay put.”

“I’m coming to you-.”

“No, you’ve been drinking, make sure the doors are locked and grab your gun. I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” You know he lives at least ten minutes away but you don’t doubt he’ll be here in 5.

“Stay on the phone with me please.” You’ve never heard him so desperate in your life. You almost feel bad for calling him until you see the signature camo wrap truck slowly driving by your house. 

You run to your room and open the closet, placing your finger on the lock box where your gun is held. It’s always loaded but you never thought you might have to use it on someone you know. 

In all your years of training, an elite special ops soldier. The first time in your life not being looked at as a woman who managed to climb this high but a person with a certain skill set that was unmatched for most. You had the steadiest hands but right now your hands are shaking as you stare at the gun knelt in your closet. 

You can hear the front door open and you quickly place the gun back in the lock box. His heavy footsteps echo down the hall as he reaches your room before you can stand from your floor. 

He drops to his knees as he grabs you, pulling you into him. 

“Santi your knees.” He sits back surveying you as if you were an illusion in front of him. 

“I don’t give a shit about my knees, are you okay?” 

Your immediate reaction is to say no, no you’re not okay because all you want to do right now is kiss him and that would be highly inappropriate given the current circumstances. 

“Yes…I’m fine.Can you stay with me tonight?”

You can see the wheels turning in his head. Is he contemplating what you just asked or questioning why he’s even here in the first place?

“No…we should go to my place. He doesn’t know where I live and I would sleep better if we weren’t here.” 

You don’t take long to grab a few things and head out. Santi double and triple checking that he locked your door as you make your way to his jeep. Your street is eerily quiet as you look it over wondering if he was bold enough to drive down it. 

He opens the door for you as you briefly lock eyes. There’s so much unspoken between the two of you, you haven’t been alone with him in months and you can feel the tension rolling off your body. 

He holds your hand the entire way to his apartment. He can barely keep his eyes on the road as he stares back and forth between you and the rearview mirror. As much as you enjoyed being in his company you couldn’t escape the nagging feeling of him ignoring you for days. 

“I’m going to put up some extra surveillance outside your house this week. It would make me feel better.” 

You contemplated your next words. Arguing with them when they had their mind set on something never went well for you and you didn’t want to push him away for being helpful. 

“Thank you, I would really appreciate it.” He looks over at you like he half expected you to protest and now he’s stuck. There was no rebuttal, no back and forth. You simply just agreed to let him help you. 

****

Maybe it was the horrible lighting in Santi’s spare bathroom or the fact that you were crying and smeared your makeup before he got to your house, but you’ve definitely looked better. 

You splash some water on your face and fix your hair as best you could. Your nerves were shot from the events of the night and being here in his apartment with this tension boiling below the surface has you a little on edge. In your panic you didn’t realize you grabbed one of his shirts to change into along with your sleep shorts. 

It would have to do since you couldn’t spend the rest of the night in your dress and the world's most uncomfortable bra. You give yourself a final once over before stepping out into the living room. He was seated on the couch with his arm draped over the back and his legs spread wide in a relaxed state. 

You thought he might want to go to bed with how late it was and you would just sleep on the couch but you can feel your heart rate picking up at the prospect of actually getting to talk to him. 

He turns around as he senses you, his body tenses slightly as his eyes trail down your form. He doesn’t know if you’ve always been this beautiful or if it’s you in his shirt, legs exposed and fresh faced. Emerging from his bathroom smiling at him like it’s some domesticated thing you do everyday. 

“If you’re tired you can sleep in my bed but we can watch a movie if you want to stay up a little.” His eyes flit back and forth between your face and your body. 

“First of all I’d love to watch a movie and second of all I’m not taking your bed Santiago.” He lets out a frustrated sigh as he pats the space next to him. 

“How many of my shirts have you stolen?”

“Borrowed…a few.” You sit next to him just close enough to touch legs but still giving him space.

“So which Star Wars are we watching this time?” He leans forward to grab the remote and pulls you into his side as he gets comfortable again. 

“Empire strikes back?” You knew that wasn’t his favorite but you figured tonight he was either feeling sorry for you or extremely generous. 

“Fine…only because I love you .” He didn’t mean it like that so just calm down. 

You watch the movie as you usually do-with much commentary from Santi about how messed up the order is and if he was a Jedi he would have more self control. Blah blah blah. You’ve heard it a thousand times but it still makes you laugh with how serious he is about it. 

His heart is aching for you, as you genuinely laugh at his jokes that he knows he’s bored you with before. Your giggles echo through his body as your head is laid on his chest. All the worries of the night or the next day melting away with every minute that passes you by. 

If every night was like this he could die a happy man. You curled up next to him, in his shirt,going to sleep in his bed…with him. Except it’s not, he’s fantasizing about things that aren’t real, it’s almost too much as you look up at him sweetly. Your lips are so close to his as his breath fans hot against yours. Why can’t he just shut his brain off. 

He stands abruptly from the couch almost knocking you over. You watch him stomp towards the kitchen unsure of what just transpired. You were certain he was going to kiss you. How could you have misread that?

You were sick of this tip toeing around him and dealing with his mood swings. You traipsed after him determined to figure this out. 

“Is everything okay?” He’s facing away from you as he grips the counter top staring out the kitchen window into the darkness. 

“No.” His hands shake slightly as he grabs a glass to fill with water from the tap. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” 

“No.” You didn’t think the tension boiling over all night would result in this but you’ve had it with him. 

“What’s your problem Pope?!” He turns to look at you, his pupils are blown wide and you’ve only ever seen him look like this on intense missions. 

“You!…you’re my problem.” You’re trying desperately to swallow the lump in your throat,fighting back the tears that he did not get to see you shed. 

“Maybe I should go.I don’t want to ruin your night any further.” You turn to head towards the bathroom to gather your things. This was a mistake calling him,you pushed your luck thinking this would work. 

“You know what there is something you can do for me.” He’s practically yelling as you spin on your heels. 

“Please enlighten me.”

He stalks towards you until you’re backed against the wall. His face is so close to yours as he places his hands beside your head, his chest is heaving against you as you search his eyes for an answer. 

“You can stop looking at me like that, stop being so perfect, stop wearing those jeans that make your ass look great-.”

“Santiago.” He places his fingers on your lips.

“Stop saying my name like a goddamn prayer.” His eyes are feral and you don’t chance interrupting him again because his brain might catch up with his mouth and he’ll stop saying everything you’ve wanted to hear since the day you met him.

“Stop consuming my sleep and waking thoughts.” He drops his forehead to yours as he tries to catch his breath. “Stop making me love you.” His eyes are so tightly shut it pains you.

“Stop anticipating my every move because you can read me like a fucking book.” You bring your hands to his face willing him to look at you. 

You don’t even remember when your tears started flowing. “Santi I love you too.”

“Just stop.” His voice is hoarse and barely above a whisper. 

“Listen to me, I love you.” He finally lets the damn break as he takes in your words. You kiss his cheeks and taste the salty tears rolling down. 

“I won’t stop doing any of those things, because I love-.”

He cuts your words off with a bruising kiss as he cups the back of your neck. The forceful yet tender pressure of his lips against yours sends a jolt of electricity through your body.

“Tell me what you want cariño.” He pants into your mouth as you both steal breaths from each other.

“I want you.”

“You’ve had me for longer than you know.” 

Your fingers trace the outline of his jaw as you hang in this moment. The anticipation in the air is palpable as he grabs your hand and leads you down the dimly lit hallway. Each step feels like a heartbeat, synchronized with the rush of emotion coursing through you. 

As you enter his bedroom the soft glow of his night light casts shadows among the room. You can still make out his sickeningly beautiful face as he traces a delicate path down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He grabs the hem of your shirt slowly raising it up above your stomach and you take a deep breath as he pulls it over your head. Your nipples harden as they’re exposed to the cold air of the room and he inhales sharply. 

“You’re beautiful.” 

“I want to see you.” He quickly removes his shirt revealing his tan toned body. Your fingertips lightly trace the scars across his chest that you’ve seen so many times before. 

He dips his head to your neck,his lips ghost over your pulse point as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. As he slides them down he drags his tongue along your chest, kissing the valley between your breasts as he comes face to face with your mound. 

You silently curse yourself that he’s on his knees again for you but you’re only momentarily upset as he lifts your leg over his shoulder. Your breathing has picked up as he places soft kisses along your thigh. He growls at the sight of your dripping folds as his finger teases through your slit. 

He licks a stripe so slow your knees almost buckle but he has a firm grip on your thigh. You whimper above him and grip his hair as he blows cold air onto your exposed mound. 

He laps at you hungrily as his tongue circles your clit. You’re soaking his face as he licks and sucks like it’s the only thing he’s wanted in the world. He can tell you’re close as your grip tightens in his hair pulling him into you. 

“Santiago-“ Your name on his lips while he’s buried in your cunt has his cock straining in his jeans.

“Say it again.” 

“Santiago…please.” His nose grinds against your clit as his tongue prods your entrance,you’re a whimpering mess as you gush into his mouth. He lets out a deep groan into your pussy taking down every drop as you fight to stay standing. 

He grips your hips as he lowers your leg,he stands before you crashing his lips to yours as he licks your bottom lip. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it’s primal the way it makes you feel. He’s all over you like you could change your mind at any moment and he wants to claim as much as he can before it’s over. 

His eyes go wide as you push him back onto the bed. You wondered how often he let himself relinquish control and the sight of him laid out in front of you has a fresh wave of slick coating your thighs. 

You slowly unbuckle his jeans as he lifts his hips for you, never breaking eye contact. His thick cock bobs against his stomach as you pull his jeans and boxers off. You’re practically drooling as you run your hands up his thighs. He shivers beneath you as you take him in your hand stroking him lazily. You trail your thumb at the tip collecting the precum steadily leaking out.

He’s gripping the sheets as he lets out a string of English and Spanish curses under his breath. He gently grabs your hand and he looks like he’s fighting with himself to keep it together. 

“Please…I need you.” Santiago Garcia is begging for you. 

You both have done enough teasing for a lifetime and you won’t make him beg any longer. You straddle his thighs on the bed as you line your entrance with his cock. He grips the base and guides you as you sink down onto him. 

You both still for a moment as you catch your breath. He has a firm grip on your waist as you give an experimental roll of your hips. “Oh fuck.” He’s moving you back and forth in rhythm and you’ve never felt so full. You brace your hands on his chest as you pick up the pace. 

You look like a goddess above him as he watches you ride him. Your noises and chants of his name only spur him on further. He sits up wrapping an arm around your waist and you clench down on him hard as he bounces you on his cock. “Fuck this pussy’s so tight.” 

“Santi..oh.. my god.” He’s going to see god if you don’t stop saying his name like that. 

Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you drop your head to his shoulder. He thrusts his hips up as he slams you down and your vision goes white as he punches something deep inside. You bite down hard on his shoulder as you come down from your climax sending him over the edge. A loud groan rips through his chest as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Your pussy clenches with aftershocks as he pulses in your dripping cunt. 

“That was….” He’s panting on your chest as you nod your head. You can’t even begin to attempt words but he knows what you’re feeling. 

You both let out a long sigh that perhaps you’d been holding for an eternity. You both burst out into laughter at the ridiculousness of it all. 

He rolls you over and pulls out, he spreads your legs wide watching your combined spend dripping out of you. You knew he was possessive but this is a side of him that has you wanting more. 

“Stay here,I’ll be right back.” You never thought you’d be in this position as you watch his perfect ass walk towards his bathroom. 

The water runs briefly before he returns with a washcloth, carefully cleaning your thighs and your swollen folds. 

A brief moment of insecurity flashes through you. As if he can sense it, he leans over you planting a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Under the covers miel, we need to get some sleep.” He pats your thigh playfully as you scramble back to get comfortable. 

He slides in next to you, pulling you up on his chest. You can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your cheek as you start to drift off to sleep. 

He can faintly make out your quiet giggles as he struggles to keep his eyes open.

“Something funny?” You shift slightly to look up at him, it’s hard to see in the darkness but he looks so relaxed. 

“Yes…the nightlight I got you.”

“Mhmm.” He rubs your arm trying to stay awake but your soft warm skin pressed against him is winning the battle. 

“I didn’t think you’d use it.” He may not need it anymore if he can have you like this. 

“It helps me in the dark.” Just like you. 

****

The soft morning light is peeking through the blinds in his room. You look over to see his face buried in the pillow and his arm draped across your stomach.  

The old analog clock he refused to get rid of from your military days says it’s far too early to be getting your day started. You turn over on your side to chase the warmth of his body and hopefully get a few more hours of restful sleep. 

A small folded paper on his nightstand catches your eye. It looks like it’s been handled quite a bit and a black ball point pen is strategically placed next to it. You often wondered what Santiago thought about while sleep eluded him and your curiosity is getting the best of you. 

You slowly reach out trying not to disturb the gorgeous man behind you. Just as your fingers reach it he pulls you back into him. You hold your breath for a moment and then hear the light snores again. 

Of course he made a pros and cons list. 

Pros

Not being alone

Protection

Shared experiences 

More of your needs met

No boredom

Sex

Group sex?

Children? 4?

Cons

Jealousy

Living situations 

Outside judgment

Parents 

Keeping the friendship intact

Splitting your time

Group sex

Children

Heartbreak

The list was nothing if not precise and a little funny. You definitely had some questions but it didn’t upset you. Santiago was rational, logical and very analytical. It’s hard to snap out of something that was your job for the better part of your adult life. 

He couldn’t open his heart up without thinking of every possible scenario. That’s what attracted you to them in the first place. They were all so different and you could practically see the wheels turning in his brain. 

You’ve already been partners for years essentially without the sexual aspect. It took a lot of trust to put your life in someone’s hands and you all have done that a hundred times over. The hard part for him it seemed was what came next. 

Everything on both lists makes complete sense. You noticed he crossed out parents since most of you either didn’t have much of a relationship with them or you didn’t care what they thought of your lives. 

“How much of that have you read?” His sleepy voice in your ear startles you. 

“Jesus Christ Santiago.” You roll over to face him as he peers at you through his thick curly lashes. It’s criminal for anyone to look this good first thing in the morning. 

“It seems you’re a thief and nosy.” He kisses your nose as he rolls on top of you, caging you in with his arms.

“I just have a few questions.” You try to focus on his face and not the way his naked body feels on top of you. 

“I’m sure it’s about group sex and children.” You raise your eyebrows at him waiting for him to continue.

“I figured I was jumping the gun on both topics so I took it off the cons list.” 

“We don’t have to figure all of it out on day one.” 

You can see him contemplating and weighing your words. Always thinking. 

“Listen…if you don’t hear from me over the next few weeks,please don’t be upset.” You stare at him confused as a knot begins to form in your stomach. 

“It’s not because I regret any of this cariño, I just need to take care of some things.” He attempts a distraction as he kisses your neck. You love and hate the way your body so easily responds to him as you feel the wetness between your legs. 

You tug on his hair as he growls into your ear. “Why do you always have to be so vague when you don’t want me to know something?”

“Just trust me please…it’s for your protection.” You can tell in his eyes he is being sincere. 

“Well speaking of protection, I'm on birth control. We kind of skipped passed that last night.”

“I wasn’t really worried about it miel.” Your eyes go wide at the revelation. This honest side of Santiago would take some getting used to. 

“I guess I’m not surprised based on the 4 children on the pros list.” He groans again as he drops his head to your shoulder.

“Please don’t mention that to anyone.”

“Not a chance, Daddy Santi.” His body betrays him as you feel his bulge pressed against you growing harder. 

He instinctively grinds his hips into yours eliciting a soft moan from your lips. You wrap your legs around his waist as he kisses you slow and deep, his hard cock dragging through your dripping folds.The memory of the previous night sparking something between you. 

“You know…we could always pretend we’re trying.” You want to roll your eyes at how alike they all are the great pretenders.

You don’t mind spending the rest of the morning pretending until you have to pry yourselves from the bed.

After breakfast he takes you home with promises of what the future holds. You decided to borrow the list, keeping it tucked away for safekeeping. 

****

Your phone buzzes on your bathroom countertop as you step out of the shower. 

DF4L

Santiago: We need to talk about honey.

You just dropped me off?

Francisco:Everything ok?

Santiago:Sorry wrong chat.

You have a group chat without me?

Benjamin:Pope had a rash one time he didn’t want to send the picture to you😜.

What’s the name of the group chat?

Santiago: callate pendejo. 

Benjamin:No one tell her 🤫

William: You know Ben can’t speak Spanish. 

Francisco:He just dropped you off? It’s 1pm

I’m literally a nurse. You should send me rash photos. 

Santiago:Fuck you Ben I never had a rash. Don’t worry cariño just wanted to go over details for your birthday😘

Benjamin:Holy man just sent a kiss emoji 😂

Ok don’t plan anything crazy love you

That was meant for all not anyone in particular 

—— 

Santiago fumbles with his phone cursing under his breath. He was obviously distracted and he shouldn’t be texting and driving but he had to handle this now. 

Golden Girls

We seriously need to talk 

The kid 🥊:I knew you were the weak link

What?

Will:Congratulations 

I don’t know what you’re talking about

🐈🐠: slow clap for the man who got laid last night.

The kid 🥊: and probably this morning 😂

I’ll be at your house in 5

Will: What are we talking about?

Mike

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[jams-sims]

Listen there so much depth to Philza character when it comes to relationships. That it bleeds over into the family dynamic that the Skull and Flowers family has going on. Im so normal about them yall can fill my inbox with questions about it but-

Theres a theme of being left behind or left alone for a long time that connect Skulls and Flower family. This leads into how Forever does not grasp the familiar nature of Philza. Plus I find it so interesting that Forever has pursued Philza even though Philza has Missa. Before I go into the theme of being alone and how that reflects in the relationships Philza has I wanted to touch on something else.

Firstly I noticed that in Philzas relationship he is not as grandiose in his show of affection. He dyes his backpack black and puts a skull on it for Missa. But never voices that he may miss him, he simply takes it day by day. He does the same for Wilbur, Tallulah and Chayanne. He takes endless photos of the kids and puts them in photos books. Philza way of loving and showing he cares is one that is super gentle and very light. This is also why inherently Forever and Philzs would never work. Forever is someone who is loud about his loves and wants. It ultimately puts Philza off, and would cause problems down the line to which Forever would question if Philza even liked him at all. Coupled with the whole Philza look like his ex problem.

Forever fundamentally does not understand Philza nor who he is.

I realized this when Tallulah asked Philza "why does everyone I care about disappear?" which is a horrible question to ask the man who is always left alone. Philza comes from worlds of God and Goddess that he never gets to see. In the sea of endless life it solely himself and the crows. (His 5 yeah world.)

When he traveled with the Blood God. That was truly a time when he was not alone, fighting and warring taking over a whole continent. But when they became part of the Arctic empire or more like when they moved out to the Artic to be far away from government. Philza again was left alone in the cold snowy mountains in silence. Only on the whim that Techno would wake up from hibernations. Then one day Philza was left alone for good and he left those snowy mountains back to the world of Gods.

Then he enters qsmp, he paired off and he has Missa and He has another child. An his Son had a kid and this is the most Philza world had been filled with people. But it doesn't take long for that to fall away. Missa leaves with no confirmation on when he'll be back.

He marries the Goddess of Death and he never gets to see her but she is with him always.

His first Son appears but soon leaves for his band leaving Philza with his daughter. Wilbur is gone for so long. That it now seems as though Tallulah is Philza kid. An now Philza has a daughter and 2 sons. I don't even think Forever knows that Wilbur is Philza kid.

Philza is fundamentally a man left alone for so long that the loneliness and and silence is something he is so deeply connected with an understands. That it would break the spirit of any other person. That he is always waiting and will always wait forever.

Forever comes in with this light hearted air and it's refreshing. But the callous skin that has grown over Philza is so tough that Forever could not even make a dent. Because Philza devotions to the people he waits for is a endless. He waits for Goddess of Death, He waits for his son (wilbur), He waits for Missa. Forever says he loves him but he does not know him. An Philza does not wait for people for them not to see him. An I think that is what we were getting from Philza during the wedding. Your proposing to a man that you do not know the of life not the blood, sweat and tears.

But the waiting and loneliness doesn't just end with Philza. It is like baked into family core. Wilbur is alone and waited for his father when ever Philza disappeared. Chayanne wait for Missa to come home. Tallulah is becoming more like Philza in the way people leave her. But it's that type of trait that i don't think Forever could honestly deal with it. That could lead to a great resentment from a place of obsession. I should note that I don't think philza feels that loneliness anymore. I think those are so deeply rooted in him. That it's normal to be alone that he probably feels peace being alone. But I'm sure he was like Tallulah before but with no one to comfort him.

But that is the family Forever is trying to be apart of that he does not see it. He does not see beyond the looks. Even if there are an inkling of truth behind those words he says.

#philza #qsmp #qsmo forever #Send me ask also this is just for fun i got some weird people before who get upset that im having fun writing nonsense so if you see this #An your like omg it just minecraft just block me :D

[angxlofvenus]

Let me take care of you.

Genre:fluff

Ship: pre-Lucifer x reader

TW: use of M/c, minimal cursing, kind of ooc lucifer, they/them pronouns for the reader, fainting, overworking, mentions of taking pills, soft Lucifer

12:00 am.

The old grandfather clock reverberated throughout the house of Lamentation,

Tired red eyes scanned yet another paper as the ticking continued,

Lucifer could feel a headache coming on as he looked away from his documents with irritation.

Another one of Diavolo’s foolish events had placed twice his usual workload on Lucifer’s shoulders, Not that he would ever admit to it but he truly felt horrible.

So how to fix the pounding in his head and the drooping of his eyes? Sleep? no, Coffee!

Standing from his desk chair, The tired demon made his way to the kitchen, the house stood silently as he passed through the halls like a withered ghost.

Lucifer was surprised to find it seemingly abandoned as he entered the room, He made his way over to the coffee maker and started up the machine, reaching upwards toward the cabinet, He opened it and pulled out a “worlds best brother” (A gag gift from Mammon)

He hadn't even placed the mug on the counter before his world closed into total darkness.

12:14 am.

Who would be making so much noise at this hour?

Well let’s be honest, living with 7 rowdy demons, any of them could’ve been awake and reeking chaos this late.

But still, Mc sat up in their bed and blinked as they tried to figure out what just awoke them from slumber, A quiet thud and then a louder sound of glass shattering on tile coming from the kitchen.

Usually, they’d turn over and go back to sleep, chalking it up to Beel going a little wild but something in them was nagging to go check, and so mc did.

A hungry Beel did not greet them, instead the almighty first born, Lord of Pride, Lucifer was passed out on the kitchen floor, a mug smashed beside him.

“Shit!” Mc yelled as they rushed to his side, Only then did the human get a good look at Lucifer for the first time in weeks, He looked…older.

His eyebags made him look gaunt, darkening his face, his hair was limp and lacked its normal classy style.

Mc raised his head up and felt the back of his head, no blood, a good sign.

His breathing was even, Mc could hear his heart pulse in the quiet room, scary, mean, intimidating Lucifer really had seemed to pass out just from pure exhaustion in the middle of the kitchen, and now, since Mc was the only one around, he had become their problem.

12:36 am.

Lucifer felt absolutely horrible. Everything hurt.

Opening his eyes, The soft glow of the lamp next to him radiated through the room, which was very obviously not the kitchen.

Despite his back feeling as if it was on fire, he sat up in the…bed? Where was he?

Only when he started to look around did a pit form in his stomach, a familiar tree lay behind him in the bed aswell as multiple photos of him and his brothers on the walls.

He was in the human exchange students room.

And seemingly alone.

Cursing himself for not being more aware of his state, Lucifer started to think of how to get back into his office and explain to the human what had happened without damaging his pride too much.

His thoughts were cut short when the bedroom door opened, revealing Mc holding a cup of water and some demon equivalent pain medication.

Neither of them looked at eachother as Mc awkwardly walked to the bedside and placed the water down onto the table before looking up at Lucifer, “For you.”

They held out their palm where two pills lay, Their eyes met briefly as he accepted them.

“Thank you, Mc.” He picked up the glass and swallowed the medicine.

A bashful smile took over their face, Lucifer ignored the way his heart sped up as he went to get out of the bed, “I need to get back to work.”

“You can let people take care of you.”

His movement stopped as he stared at the human, “What?”

“You’re allowed to take breaks, Lucifer. Please, Let me take care of you, just for tonight.”

The demon eased back onto the bed as Mc breathed a sigh of relief.

“…You are not to tell anyone about this, especially not my brothers.”

“I would never dream of it.”

“Then just for tonight.” He conceded as the medication started to take effect.

The human nor the demon made any comments about the brand new “Worlds best brother” in the spot of the broken one, Ofcourse Lucifer never missed how Mc’s eyes seemed to glimmer just a bit brighter everytime he used it.

Maybe the exchange program wasn’t all that bad.

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[fatuismooches]

omg omg how would fragile reader use foxtorre in gameplay? idk why the first thing i thought of is reader throwing it at their enemies but they wouldnt do that 😭 im suddenly thinking how their gameplay would be like, their vision, their idles, etc... IF YOU COULD PLEASE MAKE VOICELINES FOR THEM I THINK IT WOULD BE COOL

Fragile reader throws the creature onto the field to do the work for them! Depending on whether their skill is held or tapped, Foxttore will summon multiple little Puffttores that will attack enemies to heal the team or do damage, based on reader’s current HP. Using the skill also consumes a set amount of fragile reader's HP. But using their burst will let them recover HP, as they will steal a certain percentage of HP from their fellow party members. All they want to be is healthy, they can be a little selfish, no? But fragile reader isn’t that mean, they’ll grant the party members who they stole HP from a random buff (ATK, crit rate/dmg, EM, etc) so they can sit back and relax as the others fight for them. And no, they won’t steal HP from Dottore or another Harbinger on the team, that’s their beloved and their friends after all! But they can’t do elemental reactions, they don’t want that horrid thing from Celestia and even if they got one they would refuse to use it. (But I still have hope another element will be added, I cannot see Dottore using a Vision HE BETTER NOT he’s stronger than that 😞)

Their idles include pulling out Foxttore and squeezing it really tightly, and then they suddenly pause for a few seconds as they feel something fuzzy moving inside of their shirt... and then a few small Puffttores jump out of their clothes making them laugh :) Another one, i imagine they carry around a small bag to hold their necessary items (such as medication) but also to bring around a scrapbook they've made with all their memories. Lots of photos and journal entries spanning many years. They pull it out and flip through it, before sighing almost sadly and putting it away again. Their BIS weapon is the same one from centuries ago, Dottore had preserved it for all those years so they could use it once again (not really though because they wobble all over the place if you use their normal attacks)

Hello: "I am [Name]. I doubt I'll be much help to you, but I'm here now. By the way, I won't do anything I don't want to. If you have a problem with that, you can take it up with Dottore."

About the Archons: "... Do not mention them in front of me... it makes me sick to my stomach, thinking about the divine. However, there is one exception - the Tsaritsa of course. She is truly the epitome of what a God should be, benevolent and kind. I may not be able to help much, but I will support her until the end. When you meet her, Traveler, I hope you will understand her goals."

About the Illness: "Ah, my sickness... it has plagued me for countless years, laying a horrible curse upon my body and mind. It's... it's been quite difficult sometimes... er, forgive me. It's hard to speak about."

"Oh... to be honest, Paimon always thought you were faking it for the Fatui's goals to some extent."

"... this is why I only confide in Dottore."

About Dottore: "My one and only... words cannot express my tenderness and love toward him. Not once has he given up on me, despite the times I've given up on myself. And he has always taken care of me, not once faltering in over four hundred years. I- I don't know what to do sometimes when faced with that information. I wish I could be... less of a burden on him... *sigh*"

About the Akademiya: "Say, does anything good come out of that school anymore? Hm? You say a brilliant mage graduated from there and is now a librarian? Well, good for her. Who would want to be associated with them anyway? And there's also a doctor who's very sick, searching for the answer to immortality? Well now... how interesting."

About the Past: "You wish to know about my past? Well, there's not too much to say. I was a regular student in the Akademiya before I met Dottore, and we fell in love... we did many things together before I... It's not like it matters anymore, being the way I am now..."

Chat - The Body: “One’s body is extremely important, yet many take it for granted. Please, make sure to treasure and love your body. It does more for you than you could ever imagine.”

Chat - Walks: "I love taking walks. It seems so normal to you but, it brings me great happiness. Especially now... I have not felt the sun caress my body or the soft breeze sweep through my hair for a long, long time. Hm? I don't mind if you come with, but... Dottore will be joining me shortly. Would you like to see him? No? Hehe."

When it Rains: "Oh no... do you have an umbrella? Dottore's going to- a-achoo!- get mad at me for not taking care of myself properly..."

Likes - Dancing: "O-oh. You saw me just now? I was just... practicing. I'm not very good at it, but dancing with Dottore as he twirls me around makes me... happy. I just need to stop tripping and falling over his feet all the time."

Nahida - About You: "You've met the Doctor's spouse? Please, would you enlighten me about them some more? I have always been extremely curious about the kind of person who would capture his attention. Hmm... I see. Still sick, are they? Perhaps Dottore sees something in them that the rest of us cannot. Though, I have to commend their spirit. Being able to wake up every day and face what's in front of them while being afflicted with such a condition... takes a strong will."

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #playable reader <3 #anon thank you for letting me indulge in my deluluness #if you want other voicelines or ideas please. tell me. i brainrot so hard abt this #also! i feel as though they would also like furina but i didn't include it due to spoilers

[gothidecorem]

Not Alone

A Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x reader comfort one shot

1362 words

A/N: I’ve been dealing with waaayyyy too much the past few days and needed to get my emotions out somehow. The way I see it: big bad horrible Navy man dies, I need sweet ray of sunshine Navy man to swoop in. I used the gif of his dress whites because besides the fact that he’s adorable in them, the only time we see him in his blues is…

I also included the scrapbook pics I mentioned at the end of the story.

TW: mentions of abuse, allusions to sexual abuse, generational trauma, grief. Most of the story is under the cut.

About face

“He will truly be missed”

Present arms

“Your grandfather was a great man”

…military honors…

“He sure loved to be in the cockpit of a P30”

Fire

It was all starting to become too much. The pavilion was feeling 100 times smaller with each passing second. Everyone had something nice to say about him which made you wonder if you had fallen into an alternate reality. In your reality, he was none of these things. He was a horrible man.

“He was a father who cared deeply, and could be strict at times.” You mean when he threw your mother to the floor in front of her siblings? When he would… No, bite your tongue, now’s not the time.

“He showed up to all of the boys’ football games, when he could.” Of course you were hearing this second hand but as far as you knew, he didn’t show up for jack shit. Maybe he went to your cousins’ games but otherwise he was too self-centered.

Hearing all of these things massively contradicted everything you had known about the man. It contradicted all of the trauma he caused for your mom and aunt. If anything, this man should have won an Oscar for how well he hid all of the smarmy shit he’s done in his life. One of your cousins was beside himself because he didn’t know how to feel. He didn’t have a relationship with the man either and he didn’t know how to process it. But with him being 13 years younger and not quite old enough to learn all of the family trauma, you try your best to console him but feel like you fell flat when he needed you.

The entire situation was suffocating and you needed some air. Finding a spot on the far side of one of the cremation walls, you collapse. Just needing to somehow catch your breath. Taking in your surroundings to ground yourself; counting the trees, counting the birds, closing your eyes and pretending you just don’t exist for a few moments. That was, until you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, your eyes locked onto another set that were all too familiar.

“I was wondering where you ran off to.” Tom said, sitting down next to you.

“Careful, don’t mess up your uniform.” You say, wiping away some tears.

“I’m more worried about you right now.” He says, giving you a look. Having known Ice as long as you have, he knows most of the story about why you don’t have a relationship with your grandfather. You could even see him trying not to make a face during the ceremony.

“Aside from the lies and finding my pictures in his photo album yesterday, I’m-“

“I’m sorry, you what?” the world seemed to slow when you heard the tone change in his voice from concern to anger.

“My pictures. He had pictures of me from when I was 3, 6, and 7 or 8 in his scrapbook. I couldn’t even explain the feelings that have been swirling around in my head since then.” Other than the fact it made you want to vomit.

“Do you know how he got them?”

“No. Neither mom nor I know how because she sure as shit didn’t send them to him. He even had a newspaper clipping from my grandparent’s anniversary announcement. I mean, I get at one point they were in laws but it doesn’t make it any less disturbing.”

“On the bright side, it’s all over. You don’t have to worry about running into him anymore, having to hide your daughter from him anymore, it’s done.” He says, standing up. After brushing his uniform off, he offers you a hand, helping you up from the ground. “Speaking of which, where is she?”

“She’s off, running around with the cousins.” As soon as you say that, the 4 kiddos came racing around the corner.

“What’s eating at you?” Tom asks, looking down at you noticing the far off look on your face again.

“The same question that’s been playing over and over again in my mind since I was about her age…” you say, pointing at your daughter.

“You’re not disposable. I promise. You’re worth more than you realize.”

“It definitely doesn’t seem that way. My grandfather used & abused my mother and treated her like scum therefore I didn’t have a grandfather. My dad thought that life was better 3 hours away and he finally had sons instead of a daughter, so I’m more or less an afterthought. My ex thought making up some whack job story about how he was kidnapped by men with guns was the proper way to get out of the relationship instead of talking to me about what was going on in his head. Both of them also deciding their relationships with my daughter wasn’t important either. No one ever stays, they always leave.” At this point you were on the verge of tears and holding them back was about to not be an option. Before you could even muster another thought, a strong set of arms pulled you in tight.

“Look at me.” Tom said, pulling an arm away so he could lift your chin up to look at him. “You are not responsible for any of their actions. None of that is your fault. You can’t blame yourself for them not knowing what they had and lost. Not everyone leaves. I’m still here for you and I’m not going anywhere.”

“You say that, but the other shoe is always waiting to drop.” Before you could say anything else, your full name was flying from his mouth.

“I’m. Not. Going. Anywhere.” He emphasized every word. At this time, Ron rounded the corner.

“Hey, I was wondering where you two ran off to.” He said, then noticing the tight squeeze Ice currently had you in. He gave you both a knowing look.

“And besides being stuck with me, you’re stuck with this one as well.” Tom said, smirking.

“I’m like glitter. Just when you think I’m gone, POOF, there I am.” That garnered a giggle from you.

“I love you both, I truly do.” You say, side hugging the both of them.

“One of us, maybe a bit more than the other.” Tom joked, placing a kiss on your cheek. Ron scoffed, playfully.

“I can’t believe you’d question my love for her. I’d protect her like she was my own-” Tom, living up to his callsign, shot Ron an icy glare. Ron, living up to his, tipped his hat and slid his way out of the conversation.

“Is this your way of asking me out, Kazansky?” You ask, playfully, but blushing at the same time.

“Not the time or place, darling. But, if you’d be up for it, maybe I’ll officially ask when we’re out of here.”

“While I enjoy the thought, there’s a little someone you might need to get permission from first.”

“TOM!” you hear your little girl yell at the top of her lungs, just now realizing he was here. She ran over and practically jumped into his arms.

“Hey kiddo! You probably didn’t recognize me in full uniform, did ya?” he asks as she grabs his hat and places it on her head.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” You say, as he readjusts your daughter to sit better on his hip and using his other arm to wrap it around your waist.

“Mom, I’m starving.” Your 5 year old says.

“Since it’s a long drive home, yes, we can stop and get food.”

“Sounds like you’re taking me up on that offer.” Tom whispers in your ear.

“Zip it, Kazansky.” You say playfully, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“GET A ROOM!” You hear Slider yell across the parking lot. Whipping your head around to say something, you look back and see that Maverick & Goose have already taken care of it for you, simultaneously smacking him in the stomach.

You didn’t know what the future held, which terrified you. But in the present? You had your daughter, you had Ice, you had your friends, and that’s all that mattered.

The scrapbook pics I found:

It’s been a couple days and the feeling still makes me massively uneasy. But, as stated, he’s gone. I don’t have to worry about him anymore.

#tom kazansky x reader #tom kazansky fic #val kilmer #iceman #iceman x reader #top gun #top gun 1986 #gothic writes

[desultory-suggestions]

Is it necessary to induce guilt and shame for people to care about this war? Is it necessary to make people feel guilty for being alive in a situation that we have no control over? I understand the emotional response to motivate people and call to action. But on a holiday that we can't control either, to induce guilt and shame for enjoying freedom is something we also cannot control. Is it really necessary to remind us every single waking second of every single waking moment that we are free while others are dying? Is there no acknowledgement for the fact that we as bystandards are equally as traumatized by these things and that people have legitimate reasons to not be involved or to step away because we are already facing our own wars of guilt and shame? To the point that our mental health suffers from posts like that? Is there not a better way to promote freedom for Palestine without inducing shame for what we can't control?

Yes, we must have a constant and meaningful awareness of the state of the world and our relationship to it. This is not a world-bending concept. Every moment we can have a coexistening awareness of our world and our current place in it. This doesn't have to be constant suffering, in fact, we must take those feelings of powerlessness and grief and channel them into becoming stronger and more loving people who are willing to take action.

No one is making you aware of this every second. In fact, if you really wanted to you have the privilege of turning off your phone, of blocking the tags of people trying to raise awareness. I think that would be wrong. I think that would be a cheap excuse to place your comfort over others. Do you?

We are not "as bystanders equally as traumatized by these things" and you should be ashamed of yourself for believing that. In no way is seeing a horrible image of what is being done the same as living it. In no way is seeing photos of dead children the same as seeing your dead child, as pulling emaciated bodies from the rubble, as hearing the constant deafening drones, as trying not to fall asleep because at any moment you could be bombed or shot or bulldozed. Don't ever try to compare what we as bystanders see to the reality of the Palestinian people.

Your post reeks of shame and guilt, and that is for you to deal with. What are you ashamed of? If you are doing everything in your power, to the best of your abilities, then you truly have nothing to be ashamed of. We will all struggle with these feelings as we ask ourselves how we can help, and if it is ever enough. It is our job to deal with those questions.

If you have a legitimate reason to be unable to help right now you know this post isn't about you, don't you? That isn't why you sent this.

The Characteristics of White Supremacy outlined by Dr. Tema Okun is a useful guide for times like these, where we must examine how our culture and society have taught us to think. I would encourage you to go read the section on Right to Comfort.

#asks #des answers #Anonymous #child death tw

[gunilslaugh]

I know you did "who would say I love you first" BUT could you maybe do how the boys would react to you saying it first?

Thank you so much!

-Bread

Here you go Bread! I love your username by the way :)

All Members <(* - *)>

Summary: Xdinary Heroes reaction to you saying “I love you” first.

WC:1.02k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Extremely overjoyed to hear you tell him those words, but he wanted to say them first. 

“I love you,” you tell Gunil. You had a bit of a rough day, but being out with Gunil made you forget all about it. Being with Gunil just made things easier, that no matter what everything would turn out alright. The words slipped past your lips easily right after he told you a horrible dad joke, that made you laugh from how bad it was. 

“No fair I wanted to tell you first!” He complains. “But I love you too, very much,” he states, grabbing your hand. Gunil lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss on it, as if he’s stamping it with his mark of love. Your heart flutters at his action. You don’t think you will ever get over how tenderhearted Gunil is. Now that you’ve both said “I love you” Gunil makes saying it a part of his daily routine. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t tell you those three words.

Jungsu

It felt so surreal to Jungsu. Hearing the words “I love you” come from you. 

Both of you were in your room, laying on the floor. Each of your eyes locked on the ceiling as you talked about anything and everything. 

“I love you,” you admitted, breaking your eyes from the ceiling to look at Jungsu beside you. He’s sure this is what dreams becoming a reality feels like. Words he dreamt about saying to you and vice versa. Then he remembers that he needs to respond

“I love you too,” he says, turning his head to look at you as well. The two of you continue to lay there, staring at each other. Matching smiles adorn your faces and the twinkles in your eyes shine brighter. The moment truly did feel like something out of a dream, yet it was real. It was a real ratifying moment of your and Jungsus’ love. That neither of you would ever forget.

Gaon/Jiseok

The second those words left your mouth Jiseok feels like he’s on cloud nine. So exhilarated from happiness that he launches himself at you in a crushing hug.

“I love you,” you voiced to Jiseok. You don’t even have time to see his reaction because his body is already wrapped around you. 

“You beat me, but I don’t even care. I love you too!” Jiseok exclaimed, hugging you tighter, bouncing up and down. 

“I’m glad that you’re so happy, but my lungs would be happier if they were receiving oxygen,” you strangled out. Hands patting his back as a sign of release or at least loosen up.

“Sorry! Sorry, I got a little too excited,” Jiseok apologizes. He releases you from his hold only to pepper your face with kisses instead. You laugh and make futile attempts at pushing him away. Once Jiseok finally pulls away, now you return the favor and scatter kisses across his face. Not nearly as many as he did you though.

O.de/Seungmin

Realizes how natural it felt to say those three words. Yes, you did say them first, but he replied them right back without even thinking about it. 

“Ok, I love you, but I need to get back to work now,” the words casually fell from your lips. You and Seungmin were currently having an impromptu cuddle session. You had work that you needed to get done, but Seungmin insisted that a fifthteen minute cuddle break wouldn’t hurt. 

“I love you too and fine go back to your attention demanding work,” Seungmin replied, reluctantly letting you go. The exchange in I love you’s seems to go unnoticed at first. The words you just said only registered when you were midway through writing a sentence. They appear to have registered with Seungmin too, since he’s now attached to your back repeating them.

“I love you,” you hear nothing but genuineness in his words.

“I love you too,” you mirrored, patting his head.  It was domestic, it was natural, it was perfect.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Listening to you say those words brought something parallel to a sense of relief over Hyeongjun. The power that the three of those words hold is certainly something special.

“I love you,” you proclaimed. Hyeongjun and you were out at a secluded spot the two of you discovered one day. The stars hung brightly in their spots in the night sky. Your three worded proclamation broke the silence that you and Hyeongjun were sitting in. 

“I love you too,” Hyeonjun stated back. Both of your hands blindly wandered to one another's, joining together. The silence was now restored. It may not be something everyone understands, but silence is what screams yours and Hyeonjuns’ love the loudest. No words need to be spoken, just basking in each other's presence. Feeling the sense of security that you bring to one another. Words you never iterated out loud, yet somehow the both of you know. You knew you loved each other before you said it, because you felt it in the silence.

Jooyeon

No other giddiness could compare to the giddiness he felt after hearing you say you loved him. The feeling swarmed his entire heart and bursted throughout his body.

“I love you,” you told Jooyeon as you put down a wild plus four. The two of you were playing Uno. You didn’t even think about how it was the first time saying those words, you were just trying to do damage control. 

“How can you say that for the first time when we’re in the middle of a relationship risking uno match?” Jooyeon said in disbelief. That’s when you realized what you said.

“It is true though I do love you. Didn’t think the first time I would say it would be during an uno game, but it’s true,” you truthfully admit.

“I love you too,” he declared, dropping the cards in his hands to hug you. “Let’s forget about the game. It shouldn’t ruin our moment,” he adds, knocking you down to cuddle on the floor. You drop the cards from your hands and cuddle him back.

#xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes #xdh #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh gunil #xh jungsu #xh gaon #xh jiseok #xh o.de #xh seungmin #xh junhan #xh hyeongjun #xh jooyeon #gunil x reader #jungsu x reader #gaon x reader #jiseok x reader #o.de x reader #oh seungmin x reader #junhan x reader #han hyeongjun x reader #jooyeon x reader

[delopsia]

Ok so in honor of the fact that my mom and I are going to go see Glenn Powell’s bare ass on the big screen today for Christmas.

Imagine when the trio is still dating their schedules randomly align with 2 whole weeks off. Do they take a trip and get like an airbnb or hotel? Or do they go to Robby’s place? Or Readers place? I’m just imagining “we should just buy stock in lube at this point” and the boys walking around completely nude and everyone is covered in marks and just soft fluffy domestic.

Ooo, this is fun! I've missed writing for the trio when they're still in their little long-distance phase 🌷 I'm horribly late, but how was seeing Glenn Powell's ass for Christmas? 👀

Chances are, they're getting an Airbnb or some sort of temporary rental house that doesn't put them at risk of unwitting ears overhearing them and their shenanigans. Rhett's place is an automatic no-go, and Bobby's apartment walls are thin enough for noise to carry next door.

They find themselves up in some cozy little house in the mountains, where the cell service is spotty, and there's no one around for miles.

Robby was the only one who packed any lube, and they had to make a small run into town to restock because they finished it off within the first day. No thanks to Bob himself for overusing it...

Rhett's so confident with walking around completely naked. He'll walk outside and sit on the porch, he truly doesn't care, but Bobby is so shy about it. Preferring to drown himself in one of Rhett's too-big hoodies or flannels, always yanking on the ends of it, trying to keep the curve of his ass from peeking out from under the hem.

It's by no means cold out, but if anyone wants to keep their dignity in public, they're doomed to scarves and long pants that conceal the mottling of lovingly placed bruises and markings.

Rhett's thighs are a patchwork of color, Bob's got a blazing red mark on his neck, someone has marks on the knobs of their spine, and someone else has a lingering trail that appears when the edge of their shirt lifts.

They're such a mess; too many promises made over text to fulfill. Rhett finally sells Bobby on the idea of a Polaroid camera and never lets him forget a single photo. There are new toys to try, some good, some bad, and nobody can keep serious when they try to recreate the ridiculous positions they've found online.

The Reader falls asleep on top of Rhett before they can even begin to ride him; Bobby thinks it's hilarious until he nearly nods off with the cowboy's dick in his mouth.

Rhett starts playing fights with bathroom towels, and Bob wishes he didn't listen to Hangman's horror movie suggestion. There's a full kitchen, and yet the only things they use it for are reheating leftovers, ordering food, and bickering over who has to talk to the delivery guy.

The Reader and Bob hijack Rhett's cowboy hat and make it about halfway across the yard before they're caught.

Bobby learns that there's nothing scarier than a hundred eighty pounds of cowboy barrelling towards you at full speed. It's happened a million and one times, and yet he still squeals when he gets picked up, begging Rhett to put him back on his feet.

🌷

#delgato's asks #rhett abbott #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #hawthorn au

[letherivers]

The Dynamic of Cellbit and the Fed Workers and Fed Workers hiding themselves, a ramble

This is the first time I'm trying something like this, but I feel as though I'm one of the only ones who has connected these dots and seen the parallels that I'm going to talk about in this post and I feel as though I need to explore my thoughts and type them out for other people to see, think about and comment on

This contains mainly snippets of Cellbit and Bad's lore, including them during the hunger games wars, and lore from the past few days, including Quackity's stream on the 16th (lore from October 15th and 16th)

Saying this, it will contain spoilers so please be aware

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On the 15th we learn about the A0 event that will be happening, Cellbit calls BBH to his castle where they talk about Ron and his kidnaping, and taking down the federation. Cellbit talks about how good it felt to kill a worker even if it was by accident and if Ron outwore his usefulness that Cellbit wished to kill him himself. BBH knows what Cellbit has gone through because they both went through it together. He is aware of the trauma that Cellbit endured and why he feels the way he does. Cellbit having to kill people to survive and do horrible acts (c*nnibalism, etc) in order to simply live. Cellbit was tortured by the Federation and wishes for it to burn to the ground and is happy to kill anyone (Fed workers mainly) who get in the way of it. He and BBH are happy to spare any workers who side with them, but Cellbit is very bloodthirsty

On the 16th, on Quackity's stream he disguises himself as Fred and infiltrates the Fed office and attends the meeting Fred is supposed to be at. There he seems the workers partying and having fun and checking in on each other, sharing information and drama and gossip.

And just being normal people, trying their best to live their lives, before having to go back to being a conformed mass, unable to show their personalities and unique traits except in small moments where they don't have to shove it all down and away in fear of being punished and possibly killed.

We learn from multiple POVs that the workers have had their memories messed with, some practically erased and have been forced from their original lives to work for the Federation, having to commit horrible acts against their will in order to survive. We see how cared for and loved Fred is to the workers during this time, all of them checking in, offering support and hugs, even accepting if he has romantic feelings for Tubbo and that they will be happy for him if he decides to pursue a relationship. One guard even states feeling grief and sadness over the loss of the eggs who have passed away, commenting on a photo of Quackity and Tilin stating he "hopes they [Tilin] are resting peacefully, and that he had high hopes for them". Quackity doesn't know how to process all of this due to his perception of the federation due to his treatment under them and sees them all as evil.

The parallels between Cellbit and the Federation workers is heartbreaking, both parties being forced to do terrible things in order to be safe another day and being traumatized by it; but unable to do much to escape what is happening unless they are finally given an out. So far it feels as though Cellbit and the other residents will be the out for the Federation workers, those that truly do not wish to be there and want to be able to live their lives freely without a looming threat that any outward traits that do not fit in a box carved for them will result in something terrible happening to them.

I hope that this can happen and that most of the workers will have a happy ending, because they seem to be just innocent people who have been put in a very terrible situation against their will.

Just a lot of thoughts that I need to get out of my head and my god does my heart hurt seeing so many similarities but Cellbit being too blinded by trauma to see that the workers are suffering just like he did.

#qsmp #qsmp lore #qsmp spoilers #cellbit #qsmp cellbit #quackity #qsmp quackity #badboyhalo #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp federation #qsmp worker #qsmp fred #qsmp ron #qsmp theory #? #qsmp talk #qsmp thoughts #rant post #cellbit qsmp #badboyhalo qsmp #quackity qsmp #fred qsmp #federation qsmp #qsmp tag #spoilers #pain #sadness #i am so upset #there is too much angst here to think about #i am not ready for tomorrow

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

guys I just was on TikTok for like, a couple hours for the last 3 days and oh my god tumblr is so much better.

mostly because I will say this again and always.

TikTok is tumblr 2.0

The most horrible takes, I actually hate that I used my main hate seethe ow io hate this.

someone save me, oh I hope I don’t get hate on my main.

not because I said anything bad but because TikTok people are a different BREED.

okay example!

Example 1: a video of 3 young teen girls with unblurred faces smashing the remains of a melted ice sculpture.

the comments were filled with hate for these kids like they had punched someone or something, most of them were like “if I saw that I would have beat those kids” and “evil! Can we dox them?”

dude, it was crazy.

Example 2: a video of a horse picture with the text “they ruined the cannibalism metaphor with their shitty poems”

Idk what the context is for that actually lol.

example 3: someone in a mental health matters tagged video saying that you can’t help people who are suffering from Self Harm because it’s on them to do that, also “people who send SH/ED’s pictures are bad people and attention seekers”

that made my jaw fucking drop, like while I’ll always advocate “please don’t send people fresh Self harm photos period” I’m not going to demonise someone that does, because that is beyond a cry for help that’s a scream.

and also everyone was demonising cluster B people, and people who are violent because of mental illness/people who scream and yell say things that hurt people because of mental illness are bad people aswell.

like.. oh my god, it’s different if it’s not purposeful malice and just mental illness shit. Like I know people who are exactly like that, and they are people I love and care for deeply. It’s not their fault they can’t control their emotions because they have can’t control emotions disorder. They regret it deeply and hate themselves for it and want to be better and loved.

that’s truly what most of mentally ill people want, myself included.

and again and again I see people who are like “these people are horrible and don’t deserve help”. Your feelings of being triggered and fucked up by seeing your friend’s self harm is AWFUL! It sucks! But if you love them, you should put yourself first and be kind.

(Literally just going “hey dude, I love you fuck tons but I can’t deal with seeing your self harm. It’s not because I hate you, it’s not because of anything like that. I’m just not as strong as you when it comes to seeing these things, and it makes me uncomfortable. I’m happy to be here and talk about why you feel this way and I’ll be here for you. But I just don’t have the skills to deal with the sight of injury, you are my friend I care about you (REAL NO JOKE)”)

sometimes the people you love will say things that hurt you because they are hurting incredibly badly and just want someone to see that and tell them

“it happens, sometimes (insert mental illness) happens. You’re not a bad person for it happening. so many people are like you and are suffering the same pain, and it happens. You will feel bad until you feel okay, healing takes time. And learning to live with (insert mental illness) is hard, no one ever said it’s easy. It’s hard and it takes a long time, but it gets better <3 because we aren’t perfect! no one is! we hurt and scream and push away those we love and it’s hard to fix that. Sometimes we don’t, but it happens. We will make mistakes and hurt others and ourselves, that’s life. And I’ll be here, because I believe in you even if you are hurting, even if you tell me he most vile shit, I’ll stay. It’s not okay you say that, but your (insert mental illness) it happens and until you feel better I won’t hold it against you. I’ll be hurt, but I won’t hold it against you. Your you, and I think you deserve to live and not hurt anymore. I’ll listen, I will listen.”

mental illness is not a monolith and is so hard and difficult to understand sometimes, we are social creatures and all we want is care and kindness.

YES I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU TOO NPD AND ASPD PEOPLE!

I will never know how to help someone, I will always just flounder until I figure something out. But trying is really all we can ever do.

I love you guys, we are all fucked up we are all so fucked up. And that’s okay, you will be okay.

one of these days it’ll stop, and you will stop feeling bad and feel okay. Some of us will have a hard, hard time figuring out how to do that.

but don’t give up, because I won’t. Even if you couldn’t fulfill your dreams I’ll hold them softly for you, if you suffer let’s suffer together.

if you die, I’ll remember you, if your scared we can be scared together.

It’s going to be okay, because people do care. People actually do care, and your not done yet, just hold on.

you will get there, just hold on. We will make it, we will all make it.

I am still hung up on the first one.

#activism stuff #-pop #disability #mental health stuff #Hopepunk #npd safe #aspd safe

[thecynthh]

the infamous deepfake.

okay so we have all seen or at least heard of the deepfake of matt right? its been quite the up roar recently bc everyone on here is talking about it, and i know im not that popular or if i should even be addressing this because all of it ive read about.

so if you dont know the deepfake of matt was basically a nude photo that was completely fake was posted on tiktok in an edit. it was shared not posted by sturnsfilmed or whatever their tag is now who is very popular on tiktok and notorious for saying some rather sexual things about them in their captions. the original pciture and edit was made by someone else who i am not aware of their @. just a disclaimer, i have not seen the picture nor am i wanting too, please stop sharing the photo around its rude and very horrible to the triplets.

my take

i think that if people didnt make such a big deal out of this and found it weird deepfakes wouldve definitely become more poplar, and im not saying that its right that people make these pictures or post them but lets be real. deepfakes wouldve RULED tumblr if it wasnt so wrong, i feel like there would be way more apparent if it wasnt so socially unacceptable/weird asf. we are all into sum pretty freaky shit and i think at least a good heap of people would be on the hunt for shit like that.

deepfakes are weird, especially if its of a famous person, like matt, who is very much unsuspecting of its capabilities and is most likely not aware that all of this happens and i truly hope he never does have to find out about it. because if you really think about it, what if he was just a guy at your school and he got exposed and had to change his entire identity and who he was because of this.

i know that its already been taken down but like i feel like if one of them knew about it, like if nick saw it, and matt knew what weird shit this part of the fandom does it would actually push him to quit.

now im a consumer and a provider of this content that i am talking about, i write, i read and i enjoy it but the thought of them knowing about it in reality really sets me off. please dont get me wrong i love fics and i love the snaps and texts of all of them but if they even HINT towards what we do im abandoning tumblr sooooooo fast.

please take what i say with a grain of salt cus imma be real idk what im talking abt. love yalls pls stay safe and be careful what yalls post.

-syn

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #syn speaks #sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo

[internetgremlin-writes]

Passionate sexy times with carlos after he comes back to the hotel drenched with champagne 🥵🔥

When I say you're about to get SEVERAL versions of this... I don't even care this man deserves the world I will write him winning A THOUSAND TIMES OVER (also the gifs from today aren't in yet so bare with)

@hnmaga-blog here is one hopefully BEFORE you sleep!

Warning: SMUT

im actually so overwhelmed with all this im struggling to sit still and write so I've got the highlights on for the race I've just watched lmao

You had screamed yourself hoarse. Hands clasped so tightly your nails had made small crescents in your skin, as red as the garage you were sat in, your eyes locked on that screen. You didn't remember even breathing during that last safety car. You'd been bouncing on the balls of your heals, mumbling half of prayers to every god you could imagine, and some you were sure you'd just made up.

And then it happened.

He sailed past his teammate, took his lead back and held onto it like a dog with a bone. And you watched, screaming, shouting, sobbing as the chequered flag waved and Carlos Sainz, your Carlos, became an F1 Winner. You felt like you were erupting, your entire body splintering as you burst with joy and pride and relief and a million other emotions that you couldn't name as you turned his mother who had the same look on her face and sobbed freely onto her shoulder.

You didn't stop crying through the entire podium ceremony. Everyone saw Carlos as this new man. New confidence, power, and control over the car. The Carlos who had finally settled into Ferrari and was proving everyone wrong. You didn't. You saw the teenager you'd grown up with. You saw the Carlos who'd just gotten into his first race car, not a go-kart, who'd come away with a P5 and ran at you, cheeks flush and grin big as he assured his best friend that he was going to win a Formula 1 race one day.

The look he gave you when he finally found you in the crowd was identical. And then he was grinning at you and winking and your stomach dropped to the floor because you knew what was coming next.

It didn't help that you didn't think you'd seen anyone look sexier drenched in champagne. With his image blown up on the screens behind him, you could see every curl of his hair that was plastered to his neck, the flush on his cheeks, and the smile that really, truly reached his eyes.

You'd finally stopped crying. He had a lot of media duties now, and then team debrief and photos and lord only knows what else. You knew you had some time. You slipped back to the garage, finding yourself sidling up to Rupert with a horribly poor acting job of feigning tiredness and asking for Carlos' spare hotel room key. There was no way Rupert believed you were tired, but he handed you the key with a knowing look in his eye.

Your relationship wasn't exactly a secret, you'd been best friends since childhood; your father a British rally driver who had competed with Carlos Sainz Sr which had evolved into a longstanding family friendship. You spent your teenage years going through phases of crushes on the Spaniard. In your early twenties it started as a mortally embarrassing hook-up after a night of drinking that was perhaps a bit too soon following a messy break-up of yours. And then that hook-up turned into casual sex on the rare occasions you saw each other - nothing more than two young, hot people letting off some steam. The casual hook-ups turned into him inviting you to his races, getting dinners before, and staying for whole weekends. During a challenge video he did with Torro Rosso, he let slip that his 'girlfriend' wouldn't have been impressed with his poor attempts at cooking.

You'd called him that night and asked, with a cold dread in your stomach you tried to ignore, whether his girlfriend was currently in a hotel he'd paid for close to the track for the next race weekend. He'd said yes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and that was it. You were Carlos' girlfriend. You never really went public with the news, he just started appearing more on your social media and you on his - and the fans put the puzzle together pretty quickly.

Once in the hotel you changed into a dress you'd brought with you- just in case. It wasn't really a dress, more a virtually see-through slip with lace stained a deep, dark red.

You only had to wait an hour before you heard the familiar fumbling of the door handle and Carlos stumbled into the room, a faraway grin still on his face. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you grin fading from his face and something hungry stealing over his eyes.

He was still in his race suit and first place cap, the trophy in one hand and champagne bottle in the other. You could see the fabric of it was still soaked, shining. You could smell the alcohol on him. He placed the prizes reverently on the desk, trophy beside bottle beside cap, which he took off and gently folded before shaking his hair out. It was wet, black and shiny and sticking up in all directions.

"What is this?" He asked, slowly approaching you and gesturing at your outfit. You shrugged at him, a languid smile of red lipstick breaking out across your features.

"What? You can't handle one more prize?" His eyes visibly darkened, his grin becoming wolfish as he stole towards you.

"It depends," he stood directly in front of you, fingers toying with one of the spaghetti straps holding your outfit up, before drawing it down and over your shoulder with ease. Just his fingers grazing your skin was enough to make you shiver. "Do I have to share this podium?" His race suit hit the floor and he stepped out of it, already pulling the fireproof top over his head and allowing it to join the pile.

"This one's all yours, you earned it,"

That was all it took for Carlos to lunge at you, pinning you to the bed as he kissed you with something you'd never felt before. It was electric, charged with liquid serotonin. You didn't think you'd ever experience anything so pure and so filthy so simultaneously. He was groaning into your mouth as you pulled on the knots formed in his wet hair, your hands grappling to touch him everywhere you could.

You found yourself laughing into his mouth as his tongue slipped into yours at the same time you realised his skin was damp, everywhere. He pulled back, watching you, amused.

"What?" You'd not heard him sound so light. So happy and carefree and joyful in so long. It was like a breath of fresh air that made you fall in love with him all over again.

"You're soaking wet!" That made him laugh, collapsing his weight onto your chest as you felt hot puffs of air in your neck, making you squirm below him. He quietened, pressing kissing along the vast expanse of exposed skin that was your chest. His hand was sliding along your thigh, making its way all the way up until you could feel him so close to where you wanted him so badly.

"I'm supposed to say that to you, no?" Before you could say anything you felt his finger dip between your folds, swiping experimentally. He raised an eyebrow at you when he realised you weren't wearing any underwear. His grin faded to a smirk. "Ah, but so are you," he held his hand up, and you could see his fingers glistening in the low light.

"You looked so good up there," you murmured, arching your back to press your chest against his. He groaned appreciatively, at your words or the way you were pushing the waistband of his fireproofs and boxers down, you weren't sure. His head dropped into the space of your neck as you wrapped a hand around him and started to move lazily, enjoying the way he responded to you with a shudder and a guttural noise.

"I was thinking about this in my interviews," he admitted, a guilty smile and what you thought might have been a blush creeping across his features as he bucked into your hand once more. He cast a glance over his shoulder, to where his small pile of treasure was sat on the desk, which struck you with an idea.

He gave a small moan as you slid out from underneath him.

"What?"

You didn't say anything as you moved, deliberately swaying your hips far more than usual as you crossed the room, turning to him with a devilish grin on your lips. You elegantly lifted yourself up, seating yourself directly beside his trophy and allowing your legs to fall open.

"You should be able to see your winnings," Carlos looked like he's died and gone to heaven, all too eager to rush over and have you in his arms once more, kissing you feverishly, urgently.

"I love you," he mumbled against your lips "You're the best prize," you were a little distracted, he was standing so close that he was brushing against your clit, sending small shockwaves down your spine.

"I love you too,"

He hesitated as you reached down, lining him up with your entrance, you gave him a quizzical look.

"But I haven't-" you kissed his cheek.

"I warmed up before you got here," you admitted. Carlos loved to make sure you were fully seen to before he even thought of having sex with you. Usually, you loved how attentive he was to you, but today, well today the only thing you wanted to celebrate was him and okay - so the image of him soaked to the skin in champagne on that podium had been enough to get you going so much so that waiting for him to come back had been a little too long. Carlos must have appreciated the gesture because he almost growled as he pushed into you.

"Dios Mio, I will never forget how good you feel," he groaned into your neck, beginning to build pace. You were gripping his shoulder, knowing full well your nails would be marking his skin but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You'd waited so long for this moment that the euphoria of it all building rapidly within you and you felt your stomach tightening already. Carlos had one hand on your hip and the other, you noticed, was gripping the base of his trophy.

"My winner," you purred into his ear, knowing exactly what he needed to hear.

"Be careful," his voice was low, strained and dangerous. "If you want to-" Carlos was unable to finish his sentence for you were already gone, your walls clenching around him as your head fell back, calling his name repeatedly in bliss. Carlos shuddered, his entire body stilling as you felt him come with you, his lips pressed against yours in one last burning kiss as your hands knotted in his hair to keep you grounded to him.

He stilled, his hand on your hip becoming an arm wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him. You pecked his lips, only pulling away enough so that your foreheads were pressed together.

"Congratulations, Carlos,"

He was still breathing too heavily to speak, his eyes closed and eyelashes spread across the top of his cheeks as he nodded against you. He was still smiling.

"Celebrate with me in the shower?"

You grinned at his thoughts, knowing exactly where this night was heading, and that you'd only just scratched the surface of the celebrations to come.

#first one #sorry that took longer than i expected it took me a minute to organise my thoughts lol #anyway congrats carlos u deserve the absolute WORLD #carlos sainz #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #f1 #formula one #silverstone 2022 #british gp 2022

[rainiishowers]

A/N: My stupid ass deleted this request, thank fuck I had a photo of it 🤦‍♀️ Sorry about that Anon! These are long asf I hope you enjoy Warning: S*icide mention on Beel’s part ---

Lucifer

It was dinner time, Mammon was suppose to be on dinner duty tonight

He was already frustrated over the fact that he went out gambling and fought with the other brothers earlier, having to hang him up for the gambling alone

He went to Mammon’s room to remind him to start dinner, he did get MC to remind, thinking with them asking he would do it, but was he wrong?

When he got to the door, raising his fists to knock, he heard a voice

“You don’t get it, MC! My brothers wouldn’t care if I die. In fact, they’ll be happy to get rid of the most useless brother. I’m pretty sure they wished I was the one who died instead of Lilith!”

That seemed to of came from Mammon

He was flabbergasted as he let what he said sink in

Useless brother?

Wouldn’t care if I died?

They wished I was the who died instead of Lilith?

Obviously, all of that was preposterous

He wasn’t useless, he helped Lucifer during the aftermath of the war

They would all care if he died, he’s their brother for Diavolo’s sake

And while the death of Lilith affected them all, never once did he wish that

In fact, Lucifer couldn’t count the times that he was thankful Mammon was there

He truly failed as a brother if this is what Mammon thinks of them, didn’t he?

Mammon

Usually he’s calm and collected

But now he was at Purgatory Hall, bawling his eyes out as he stained Simeon’s shirt with angry tears

The mix of anger and sadness made him miserable, between the countless fights with the brothers, pissing off Lucifer and being a disgrace to the family...

“My brothers wouldn’t care if I die. In fact, they’ll be happy to get rid of the most useless brother. I’m pretty sure they wished I was the one who died instead of Lilith!”

“I’m sure that’s not true.. They don’t hate you..” Simeon whispers in a calm and gentle voice

He always thought of the two angels as a second family, a family he could go to without being the butt of everyone’s jokes, being called a scumbag and bastard

After a bit of pep talk, he calmed down enough to have his vision cleared

He sat in silence as Simeon walks off to do some personal business he didn’t want him to go, but it felt too needy to ask him to stay, even if Simeon asked him if he’s okay on his own

Soon Luke walks over with a tray of treats and sets it down.

“I uh.. Made some treats for you!”

Treats..? For him?

He stares at him in shock before taking one of the treats

“Hah, this is pretty good, nice work”

Luke half expected Mammon to stick on the “Fido” nickname, but he just flushes up a bit at the flattery and smiles.

“Thanks!”

Leviathan

He was going to the kitchen to gorge on some food, but heard.. crying?

Levi quietly sneaks around the corner to see MC, with a Mammon in their arms, the sobbing coming from his older brother

“My brothers wouldn’t care if I die. In fact, they’ll be happy to get rid of the most useless brother. I’m pretty sure they wished I was the one who died instead of Lilith..”

That hit him straight in the heart.

He was so use to seeing loud and risky Mammon that he almost forgot that he had this side to him too

Why he was crying in the kitchen of all places he didn’t know, but that didn’t matter much

Obviously he didn’t think any of it was true, he didn’t seem him as a useless brother, as much as he says it

He ran back to his room, spiraling a bit himself

Is he a bad brother? What if Mammon hates all of them? Why did he always let his damn envy take control and say those horrible things to Mammon?

He calms down and just sat in his bathtub, hugging himself with a frown on his face.

Everything was so nice, and it all came crashing down...

Satan

Lucifer had asked him to help Mammon study

He wasn’t all that thrilled about it, but Mammon had the lowest grades in the family, and he wasn’t having that

He texted Mammon to meet in the library, but he saw a pissed off looking Asmo storming off from that direction

He wasn’t too sure why, but that didn’t matter

He shrugs it off, and walks to the library, opening the door to hear this

“Of course Asmo gets mad at me for something that isn’t my fault, all my brothers wouldn’t care if I die. In fact, they’ll be happy to get rid of the most useless brother. I’m pretty sure they wished I was the one who died instead of Lilith..”

Hearing that made him... angry.

How dare Mammon, someone vital to their family, ever say he’s useless?

Mammon held their family together during the aftermath of the war

Mammon took care of him when no one else would

Mammon did so many things yet he thinks he’s useless? That they’d be better off without him?

“Wrong..”

That was the only thing he managed to get out as he gripped the book in his hand

That caught Mammon by surprise, the second eldest turning to see the blond fourth eldest

“How could you think such a thing!?”

“Satan...”

“You held the family together! You took care of me when everyone was too damn busy! Now you think you’re useless!? Such bullshit!”

He was shaking, trying hard not to burst out in demon form out of rage

Mammon approaches him, asking if it was okay to hug him before Satan just hugs him as a response

He felt like a kid again... Defaulting to rage when he’s feeling an emotion like this

That’s all he ever was before, after all..

Asmodeus

He was the one besides Levi who always bully him

Until that is, Mammon starts ignoring him

At home, RAD, Majolish shoots

Majolish shoots were Asmo and Mams gossip time!

When he asked MC to ask why, and they did, all his response was

“My brothers wouldn’t care if I die. In fact, they’ll be happy to get rid of the most useless brother. I’m pretty sure they wished I was the one who died instead of Lilith.”

“Mammon...”

“Don’t deny it, you know it’s true.. Asmo especially hates me.. Yea I hate ignorin’ him but.. what else am I suppose to do when I’m scared to communicate?”

All of that was like several shots in the chest

He felt a heavy guilty feeling welling up inside of him

Of course he doesn’t hate him, of course he would care if he died

Sure Lilith’s death was sad but they all would mourn Mammon’s death if he replaced Lilith..

But he was thankful it wasn’t, he was annoying sometimes, but he would never wish death upon him.

“All of that is wrong!”

Asmo was shaking like a leaf as he stood in front of Mammon and MC, head down in guilt

“Of course I would care if you died! Just because you are my annoyingly charming older brother who I bully doesn’t mean I wouldn’t care!”

A moment of silence filled the room as Asmo rubs his arm, looking up to look at Mammon.

“...I’m sorry, for those time I’ve wrongfully accused you of things, bullied you because I like the sound of my voice so damn much”

Beelzebub

I almost feel bad for doing this to my himbo... almost

Beel never liked the arguments that his brothers have

He wishes he could stop it, but either his stomach or simply choking up stops him

After an argument between him and Levi ended, MC requested Beel go check on him for them, as they had a lesson with Solomon they had to attend

He did what they asked, walking up to his older brother’s room

Before he could knock and peek in, he heard something

“My brothers wouldn’t care if I die. In fact, they’ll be happy to get rid of the most useless brother. I’m pretty sure they wished I was the one who died instead of Lilith.” 

That sent him in a instant panic mode

Worse case scenario he was going to attempt to kill himself

Best case scenario.. well, there wasn’t one he could think of when he says that

He bursts the door open and saw the second eldest on the phone with someone

“I’ll have to call ya back..”

He hangs up and glares at Beel.

“Couldn’t of ya knocked or somethin-- Gah! Beel!”

He was pulled into a spine crushing hug, soon being let down as Mammon saw a sad expression on Beel’s face

“..Ya heard what I said, didn’t ya?”

“Yea..”

Mammon sighs as Beel frowns more

“..Please don’t die on us.. You aren’t useless..”

“Tell me if that wasn’t the case, then why did all my year long attempts to fix our family fail, but the instant MC came around everything just.. changed.”

“Mammon..”

He sighs. “I’m not plannin’ on dyin’ anytime soon.”

Belphegor

He was napping nearby when he heard this

It happened to be after Mammon and Lucifer fought, he just wanted to nap in peace, so he was about to tell Mammon to go whine somewhere else

“My brothers wouldn’t care if I die. In fact, they’ll be happy to get rid of the most useless brother. I’m pretty sure they wished I was the one who died instead of Lilith.” 

..Where did that come from?

He swallowed thickly and let a low growl

Belphie wasn’t mad at the second eldest, but at himself..

He already missed Lilith, so just the thought of Mammon dying scared him

Belphie got up and walks over, hugging him from behind

“..Please don’t go..”

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