#like being completely responsible for his feelings

[zeldasnotes]

𝖑𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 🦇

🦇 Lilith in Capricorn wants position & status and can be shamed for demanding the same respect and position as men. Example: Hillary Clinton & Kamala Harris both have this placement. Women are often expected to seek status by being a wife so women with this placement can awake a ”Wtf she think she doing?” reaction in men.

🦇 While Lilith most times shows a strong interest, fascination or even obsession with the sign or house its in or with the themes of the planet it aspects it can also show complete rejection of it & not wanting anything to do with it.

🦇 I dont know why but I never felt the need to be bitchy towards men who have their Lilith on my Moon. I get a ”you are not like other men” feeling with this aspect. They dont trigger my fight or flight response. Something very unique with this synastry aspect.

🦇 A lot of Moon conjunct Lilith people physically resemble the Moon in some way physically. Ive seen a lot of them have Moon shaped eyes or a round face & very rounded features, sometimes super shiny hair.

🦇 Lilith in the 11th house might be fixated with the ”in crowd”. Might hate them but at the same time watch them. Its giving Janis Ian from Mean Girls. They often have a past friendship with someone from the in crowd.

🦇 Lilith can show what you hate in society and feel a strong need to rebel against. Lilith 2nd house might rebel against stuff being done to their body(like vaccines),having to pay taxes, might shoplift and refuse to pay for things that are not their fault they need. Like tampoons for example.

🦇 Ive also noticed with Lilith 7th house people want to find something wrong with your partner or even convince themselves they dont love you. People might say stuff like ”He is only with you bc you have money” or something. Its like people are bothered by seeing you be loved.

🦇 Madonna is a good example of a 7th house Lilith. She is often shamed for liking younger men while its considered normal for men to be with younger women.

🦇 Lilith in Libra and the constant triangle drama??? Triangledrama EVERYWHERE. Why does every guy you meet seem to have a crazy ex or a female friend trying to get him? Or a coworker who wants him? Or a mother who competes with you?

🦇 If you have Sun conjunct Lilith you might represent what your dad dislikes about himself. You represent a part of him that he wants to keep buried deep inside himself and being close to you might remind him too much of this. This can make him your first bully.

🦇 With Lilith in the 2nd house there was often early experiences with money restricting them which lead to an inner bitterness which is often not noticed until you hear them talk about money. The reason they werent noticed by others might have been because they didnt have the clothes, phones, makeup or other material things that others had. The epitome of ”I wasnt ugly, I was just poor”

🦇 I find it interesting how many people with strong Lilith placements Ive seen literally live out the myth by being thrown out of ”the garden of Eden”. Most times thrown out by a friendsgroup, a community or neighbourhood. And this was a huge turning point in their lives.

🦇 Lilith in synastry 🤝 they confessing after 10 years they had a crush on you.

🦇 Lilith in Aries when undeveloped can make them very competetive with others of their gender especially concerning how the body looks. Comparing their bodies to others. Might have a trauma with people comparing their body to someone close to them like a sibling or even their mom growing up.

🦇 Lilith in Aries might also assert themselves and being quiet in the complete wrong situations. Might often end up thinking ”Why didnt I stand up for myself” or ”I shouldnt have overreacted”.

🦇 ”The girl he told you not to worry about” aka the one who touches his Lilith. I hate writing this but Ive seen this sooo much. Men talking shit to their girlfriend(their eve) about a woman they have Lilith synastry with.

🦇 Sun conjunct Lilith is basically like having a flashlight shining on your dark side so that everyone can see.

🦇 Lilith dominant women(women with a dominant Lilith energy in their chart no nobody is saying its your dominant planet omg) often get blamed for a mans lust for them. Might hear stuff like ”you were looking at him” ”you seduced him”.

🦇 Lilith reminds me of Saturn a little in the way that you need to learn to handle the energy which is hard but when you do it you will be so powerful and own that energy.

🦇 Having Lilith harshly aspecting Sun or Ascendant is getting shit whatever you do. Especially when its the square or opposition. Someone comes up to you and hits you in the face, people will call you crazy and aggressive if you hit back and a pussy if you dont hit back.

🦇 Lilith in the 8th house needs to understand that some things cant be controlled/hold onto. They often experienced situations in their youth where they were powerless.

🦇 Lilith in Virgo can be gossips because of their strong need to criticize. They need to say whats wrong with stuff. This can results in some verbal attacks and some very strong opinions on people.

🦇 LILITH CONJUNCT VENUS IN SYNASTRY: can mean Lilith shouldnt be attracted to Venus. Venus might not even be their type but Lilith will find them beautiful anyways. This can be very confusing for the Lilith person because Venus represent everything they shouldnt like or arent allowed to like. Lilith might be from a rich family and Venus is from a poor family for example. Can also be an age difference especially where the woman is older and the guy younger so its considered taboo. This one will be painful if Venus is in love with Lilith because Lilith often see Venus as someone socially unacceptable in some way. (10th house synastry can change this tho, because if yall have 10th house synastry he will want to parade you around like a damn trophy LOLLL). Lilith might want Venus as their side chick. They also always seem to bump into eachother when the Lilith person is in a relationship.

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[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ HE LIKES IT WET 'N' MESSY ❞

ᯓ ⭑ ₊‧⁺...synopsis : the more you think about it, the more you realize you love how messy atsumu is…

ᯓ ⭑ ₊‧⁺...cw : m. atsumu x fem!reader, wet and messy, ovėrstimulation, dirty talk, marathon sėx, desperation, playful banter, unprotected sēx, excessive cūm (?), atsumu's undiscovered breēding kınk, begging, messy kissing, atsumu miya can't shut the fuck up

ᯓ ⭑ ₊‧⁺...lunar's note : another revamping of an old work of mine where i just. make this even more debauched and filthier than it was before !!

if there’s one word to describe atsumu miya, it’s messy.

sometimes, he leaves his clothes on the floor at the foot of the bed, waiting until you playfully kick him in the butt to pick up his things and put them in the laundry.

he's also so messy when it comes to eating, always having food on his face, causing you to tease him as he tries to wipe it off, completely missing.

it doesn't bother you that much, having already grown used to his messy nature.

it does bother you, however, when he makes a big mess of the sheets. he's always ignoring your whines for him to get a towel to put down or else you'd make him do laundry for the rest of the week.

atsumu always gives the same damn response, a long whine of your name, telling you he’ll clean it up after.

after all, atsumu doesn't think he can bring himself to pull out of your slick heat, not when you feel this fucking good. he can't remember the last time he got to fuck you like this, messy and desperate without worrying about needing to get up early the next day to catch a bus or plane for a game.

he swears he almost forgot how warm you were, how sweet your voice sounds when you were this close to him, how pretty your face looks even when you were looking at him rather annoyed despite being fucked.

“’t-'tsumie, the towel—!”

“baby, nooooo, don’ make me pull out, don' it feel good? d'ya really want me to stop?”

fuck, you can't lie, it feels good, it feels so fucking good, the way he slows his hips to torture you with the slow drag of his cock, making you feel every inch pull out...and then slowly slide back in, a wet squelch signally his hips pressing fully against you.

but that doesn't stop you from being annoyed, knowing your fresh sheets were already a mess.

“d'awww, don’ look at me like that, sweetcheeks. tsumtsum's gonna make ya feel reaaal good if y'forget about the damn sheets,” atsumu huffs, his sweaty hands grabbing the back of your thighs and pushing them closer to your upper body.

its sinful the way he manages to slip in even deep into you, his teeth digging into his bottom lip to prevent the pitiful little whimper from leaving him.

“l-lemme make a mess, baby girl, please?”

you want to roll your eyes at his request, because it's a little too late for him to ask you that. his cum from the first round is already dripping out your stuffed cunt, leaking onto the freshly washed bed sheets under you.

it doesn't matter that his sticky cock head is messing up your insides by pressing against all the spots that have you gushing. you just put these sheets on the bed!

giving him the best pout you can manage, you huff, "f-fine—o-oh!"

that pretty little moan shouldn't cause him to react so excitedly, but he can't help it. hearing your approval has him giggling, he knew you'd give in eventually, and he's going to make sure you don't regret it.

besides, hearing you, his sweet lil' princess, try to sound all tough and serious with his cock deep inside your hot gummy walls that were sucking him in with each thrust is making him so dizzy.

you are too damn cute for your own good.

he can't hold back anymore, not when you're so cute. his hands squeeze your thighs before he starts to pound into you, savoring the way you keen for him, mouth open as you chant his name so needily.

you aren't the only one being loud, poor atsumu giving up on holding back all those pretty noises of his, the way your tight walls squeeze and massage his throbbing dick so sweetly making it literally impossible to stay quiet.

“f-fuck, 'tsumu, ‘s too deep, ’s coming out more,” you whimper, trying to lift your hips to stop his cum from leaking out of you.

the wetness of your overstimulated cunted paired with his leaking cum causes the room to be filled with loud, wet, squelching, causing you to look down.

you suck in a breath, a hot pang of pleasure shooting up your spine at the sight between your legs. atsumu’s stupidly big dick is an absolute creamy mess that only seems to get messier the more he moves, pulling and pushing the sticky mixture of your cum in and out.

“listen to that, dolly, s' fuckin’ dirty. mmnh, tight l-lil' cunt can’t hold all my cum?”

god, atsumu doesn't ever shut up, he's always such a talker, knowing how embarrassed it makes you.

“c’mon, say it, angel, say it f' me, pretty please?”

“a…atsumu, i can’t hold all of your cum…’s comin’ out, ‘tsumu, you're making me messy.”

he wasn’t expecting you to actually do it, god, he really wasn't, but you did and now his eyes are fluttering as they roll back into his skull.

don't cum, don't cum, don't cum, he chants to himself, feeling himself nearly lose it just from your words.

a choked groan forces its way out of his mouth, you're just too fucking hot for him. he can't think of anything but you, your pretty face, your soft body, and your insanely wet cunt.

“s’okay, s’okay, fuck, i’ll-i'll fuck ya, pumpkin, 't-'tsumi's gonna fuck ‘n’ fill ya up over ‘n’ over again, 'til y'can't keep it all inside, gotta stuff you with my cum, make you cream around my cock, need it, need it.”

atsumu is absolutely gone, now fully pressing into you as he fucks you into the mattress. each thrust makes you cry his name, fingers digging into his back as he puts you into a mating press, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, so ready to pump another hot load into you.

it's too much, the drag of his cock and the way it was so deep inside you. tears prick the corners of your eyes, each thrust making your brain slowly turn into nothing but mush. you hate the mess, you really do, but hearing atsumu so desperate does something for you.

you...you want it, you want him to mess you up.

your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as you moan and pant against his ear.

“a-atsumu, honey,” you coo to him, savoring the stuttering of his hips and the quiet hiss of ‘fuck’ you get out of him from the sound of your voice. “please, please fuck me more, fuck me, fill me up, stuff my pussy with your cum, h-honey, mark me nice a-an' deep, okay?”

everyone in the world knows that atsumu miya would give you the world if you asked. so you want to be filled up nice and full? then, he'll give you what you want, take such good care of you and make sure you feel him dripping out of you for days.

“yeah, yeah, fuck, good girl. take this cock, take it like a good girl, so good, my pretty girl, fuck! s-she takes this cock so well, wish you could see how good ya look stretched 'round me like this, baby, ohmyfuckin'goddd.”

you can't stop yourself, pulling him into a sloppy, desperate, the need to taste him overwhelming as your hands get tangled in his hair. he pulls away, panting into your mouth as his thrusts get harder and sloppier.

it's just a fucking mess now, your slick and cream and his cum are coating his abdomen and thighs, dripping everywhere. each thrust has you splashing on him from how fucking wet you are, and atsumu feels like he's gonna fucking faint if he tries to hold off his orgasm for much longer.

“'tsumu, 't-tsumu, 'tsumu—!"

“t-tell me ya want it, baby girl, p-please? c-c'mon, tell me y'want my fuckin' cum inside ya, n-need ta hear it,” he begs against your mouth, eyes watery as desperate tears threaten to spill.

you can't think, can't give a coherent response as you babble, the word ‘please’ falling from your lips over and over again. you just want him to stop talking and kiss you again as he pumps your needy hole full of his seed, until you can't take anymore, until it spurts out from around his cock.

but then, he stops.

a strangled sob leaves you the second his hips stop moving. it's borderline painful, you're so fucking close. just a few more thrusts and you'd be creaming all over his thick cock, tugging and pulling on his hair as your slick squirts all over him.

but no, atsumu fucking stopped.

you look at him with teary eyes, silently begging him to explain. this is just unfair to both of you! but atsumu only gives you a cocky grin, and you have to stop yourself from flicking his nose.

he grants you some relief, rolling his hips gently as his hand slides up to cup the back of your head as he pepper your sweaty cheek in open mouthed kisses. he's so annoying, you love him so bad.

“dunno, pumpkin, don' think ya begged enough f'me. hmm...i’ll give ya one more shot, baby…tell me how fucking much ya want my fuckin’ cum in yer pretty cunt and make ya a creamy lil' mess."

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[erosicisim]

Stuffing Cloud's little boycunt with a vibrator on missions, held in by a tight pair of panties, until he collapses with fatigue. He juggles this off as a terrible nights rest to the others when they express their concern, then later watching him struggle to keep his thighs closed when they carry the blonde to the closest inn.

Once you tell the crew that you'd take care of him for the rest of the night, he's passed into your arms and quickly concealed behind closed doors without suspicion. That's when you shed him of his uniform to find his legs shaking and completely drenched with his sticky arousal.

The elastic that's wrapped around one of his inner thighs struggles to keep the end of the device stuck to his body too, and your thoughts trail off about wanting to take him there and then when he wobbles to the bed with a disgruntled expression on his face.

'Poor little lamb.' You rasp, a smirk veiled behind your fingers as you watch him struggle.

When he collapses he does so face first, ass in the air, until he brings himself half-up on all fours, glancing underneath himself and reaching down to pull out the device. As he's unable to, he lets out this high pitch whine in pitiful waves, having an extremely hard time verbalizing what he wanted to do.

'God, you made a right mess didn't you? I was hopin you'd beg me to fuck you during our lunch break or somethin. does this toy feel better than daddy's cock?'

As you approach the dazed blonde sprawled on the bedsheets, you do so slowly, finally reaching out to run a gloved digit up his messy folds and ending at his swollen little dick. When you play with him a small amount, you watch both of his holes squirm in excitement, being very counterproductive for him considering his sweet spot was being abused right now by the sex toy.

Cloud is able to spread his ass in this position, and he looks back at you with fuck-me eyes. He's not sure how many times he's came without you being inside him, but he needs to feel how warm and thick your cock is; vibrator in or out, he needs you to fuck every last bit of embarrassment you placed upon him, out of him.

'N-Need you. I can't- hick- take it anymore.' You instantly notice the wiggle his hips do when you prop yourself behind him, pushing back into your erection. You hiss a little.

'Cuz, y-your- hick- c-cock, 's soo big. 'nd thick. 'nd hot. Better than t-this toy...'

'Thank you,' you say, eyebrows lifting a little, but otherwise seemly unaffected. The only problem was, you were hard, and you did want him as much as he says he needed you.

'You're, um, you're still hard, by the way.'

You exhale slowly through your nose, shifting a bit behind him.

'Beg for my cock then,' you muse. Tears fall from Clouds eyes because of the overstimulation in his cunt. The toy hasn't been turned off yet, and he was close to another release.

'Please. P-Please fuck me, daddy' he grinds up into you, smearing his wet cunt all over your pants and dirtying them. you watch him with careful eyes.

'Oh? i like that,' you say, wetting your lips. 'Do you think you deserve to be fucked by your daddy?'

'I do, I do need it. I need you to fill my tummy up, with your cock. Please. Fuck me, just- do whatever you want with me.'

You then push Cloud to the mattress, propping his ass up underneath by the stomach with your hands. You pull down your pants and watch his legs spread further for you, which comes as an invitation to settle between them. Slapping your cock head a few times against his asshole, it twitches in response. And before cloud could protest, you slide into the wrong hole without hesitation.

It catches the blonde off guard completely, that has his legs kicking and squirming behind you.

'W-Wait! wrong hole!! Ah-' Cloud cries out as his asshole stretches to accommodate your size, and you fit forcefully.

'It's gonna rip!' You let out a puff of laughter, 'don't be ridiculous. spread your ass more for me.'

His face smooshes against the bedding and he obliges you, frown and everything displayed on his countenance. When he spreads his cheeks further, you stuff more of yourself into him, and finally, bottoming out.

Cloud swore that one push alone knocked the air out of his lungs, and he cums with a cry, legs shaking, wailing incoherent apologies.

'Tsk Tsk, so soon? I'm disappointed in you Cloud. I thought this was painful. i guess not...'

You begin to thrust into him slowly, gathering more of his slick between your fingers before finding his tdick again. When pinching it, he collapses into the bed and you have to hold him upright by the hips.

'P-Please...' he's so fucked out at this point that his eyes are beginning to roll back into his skull, drool slipping past the corners of his lips, and he's not sure what he is begging for right now... Does he want you to continue fucking him? Or does he want this toy out of his cunt, thats forcing each orgasm out of him as you explore the cavities of his asshole?

Either way, he's not quite sure. but the pleasure he's feeling now, he desperately needed. When he constricts around you again, you climb on top of him to thrust deeper reaching your own orgasm. This time he has a dry one, quivering below you as you brutally fuck him through your own high.

'That's it, take it like a good boy, fuck.'

You slap his ass as you pull out of him, stuffing your cum back into him with a finger. He twitches on the bed, half-conscious.

'You did well today, Cloud. But i'm not finished with you yet.'

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[roosterforme]

Covering the Classics Part 14 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Once again, Anna can't seem to get what she wants from Kevin. Bob realizes she needs a break, and the last thing he wants to do is leave her alone. He convinces her to go somewhere he knows she will be safe.

Warnings: Angst, Kevin is a dick, bruises on Anna's arm, adult language, 18+

Length: 4900 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

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Of course this would happen. On the day when Anna was supposed to meet Bob, one of her colleagues from the English department actually wanted to chat in the lounge. Dr. Lukas was usually quiet, but today he wanted to have an in depth conversation about Anna's Classics lecture and whether or not she would mind if he sat in.

"Please, stop by any time. I would love to get some feedback from you." If she was going to stay in San Diego and try for tenure, she may as well get friendly with someone who'd been at the university for longer than she'd been alive. When she finally excused herself to drop the stack of quizzes she printed in her office before heading to Chippy's, she felt a little sadder. 

Would she be able to stay here indefinitely? Could she give up on her manuscript and get something just as fulfilling out of her job teaching here? She wanted to have both. Something about being with Bob and knowing he was falling for her made her feel like she could have both. Her manuscript and her job. The best thing about her old life and one of the best things about her new life in California.

Lost in thought as she took the elevator back up, she turned down the hallway to her office and almost screamed when her door came into view. She froze up, somehow unable to decide if fight or flight was her best option. But it didn't matter. He saw her. He was already walking her way. Once again, he had the upper hand in this scenario. Even when she tried to catch him off guard, he managed to surprise her just as much. 

And now a truly devastating thought occurred to her. Kevin knew where she worked. He had taken it upon himself to figure that much out. But what if he knew more than that?

"Anna," he said with a smile as if he was greeting an old friend and not his estranged wife he spent years taking advantage of. "I've been waiting for you."

A chill ran down her spine as she tried to push her shoulders back to her tallest height, and she knew he could tell she was nervous. "Waiting for what, Kevin?"

"Well," he started blandly, "you thought it was okay to interrupt my work event, so I decided I would do the same."

Her stomach felt like it sank to her feet. She needed to find a way to send him packing before she could attempt to leave the building. "I actually have plans tonight, so..."

He laughed in response. "You mean the nerdy guy with glasses? Yeah, I already sent him packing. Your plans are with me now."

"What do you mean you sent him packing?" Did Bob try to stop by her office rather than waiting for her at Chippy's? When she took her phone from her pocket to text him, Kevin snatched it from her fingertips.

Anna was completely alone with him right now, and he was scowling down at her. "I said your plans are with me. I'll hold onto this if it's going to be a distraction for you."

When she crossed her arms over her chest, she could feel the tender bruises on her arm where he grabbed her at his conference. She shouldn't have gone there, and now she didn't know what to do. When Kevin pocketed her phone, she asked, "Would you like to sit in my office and talk?"

"No," he replied calmly. "I think we should go back to your apartment on Monroe Avenue to chat."

There was no use in denying the fact that he just named her street, so she didn't even try. "I think I'd rather chat here."

"And I think I'd rather chat about your manuscript somewhere more private," he snapped even though nobody was around. Then he pulled a USB drive from his pocket, and Anna wanted to lunge for it on his open palm. "We can discuss how you're going to split any profits with me."

Before she could even make a decision about reaching for it, Kevin's fingers closed around it again. He already knew where she lived, and if he actually had her writing with him, she needed to try to play by his rules. "Fine," she told him, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "But only if you give me back my phone."

He nodded once. "As soon as we get to my rental car which is parked a block and a half away."

She could make it that far. She kept her eyes on him as she unlocked her office door, dropped off her quizzes for the following day and locked up again behind her. Then she followed a few steps behind Kevin as he walked down the stairs, out of the building and along the sidewalk, not stopping until he got to a silver Lexus.

"Phone," Anna said, realizing that Bob was going to think she stood him up at this point. That idea made her more upset at the moment than anything Kevin could do to her. She held out her hand and Kevin placed it on her palm. She saw some missed calls from Bob, but she didn't want to piss Kevin off any further at the moment, so she dropped it into her bag. 

When they were both inside the rental car on the very short drive to her place, Kevin said, "So, Anna, how do you like living in California?"

"It's better than New Jersey," she retorted immediately. 

Kevin snorted. "What's the saying? A New Jersey eight is a California three? I'm surprised you got that poor guy to sleep with you. And I'm surprised you can go out in the sun here without getting a blistering sunburn all over your freckles."

Anna sat there quietly, counting her blessings. She really only had three of them. Friends, a job, and her own apartment. "Are you going to give me that USB drive?" she asked when they were close to her place.

"If you sign some paperwork for me. You seemed keen on waving some bullshit from your lawyer in my face yesterday, so I'm sure I can get you to take a look at what I brought with me."

She hated him and his tone of voice, but mostly she hated the idea of him inside her apartment with her. She took a deep breath as she eventually unlocked her door and let him follow her into her tiny studio.

"Nice place," he said, clearly mocking everything he saw.

"Is it any shock to you that this is all I can afford, Kevin?" she snapped.

"I guess my medical degree is worth more than your arts PhD, huh? God bless medical school."

"You paid for it with my dime," she hissed, barely in control of her emotions now. She could see a smile spreading across Kevin's lips, and she knew she desperately needed to get a grip.

"You were a pretty good wife in some respects," he said, laughing at the look on her face. "But now you've become a pain in my ass. And the little stunt you pulled yesterday at my conference was enough to make me want to find you and let you know how it's going to be from here on out. Okay, Anna?"

When she didn't respond, he pulled that little USB drive from his jacket pocket along with a single folded up piece of paper. He smoothed it out before handing it to her. 

"Go ahead and sign that for me, and you can have what you want." That little bit of plastic was back on his palm, and she was almost afraid to take her eyes off of it to read the document. But when she did, she found it was drafted up by his lawyer. He wanted half of any money she made through her writing. The idea of it made her want to throw up.

"And what if I don't agree to this?" she whispered. 

"Then I keep it. I don't personally need it as badly as you seem to, so I'd think about how generous I'm being if I were you."

"Why are you like this?" Anna nearly shouted. "Why?"

And that's when Kevin snapped. "You tried to intimidate me!" he hollered. "At my own conference! After my keynote introduction! Do you really think I'm going to let that fucking slide?" Her lips were quivering as she pressed them together, but he just continued. "You're such a bitch, Anna. And apparently someone called Alyssa after they saw you there! She thinks we're already in the process of getting divorced!"

"We could have been by now! But you won't let me go with what's mine!"

But Kevin just yelled over her, and Anna briefly wondered if her neighbors could hear them. "You like your new job? Teaching reading comprehension to adults? I hope you still like it when I do everything in my power to get you fired!"

Tears filled her eyes, and her ears were ringing from his voice. When her apartment door flew open and hit the wall, she thought she had imagined it. But even her imagination couldn't perfectly conjure up Bob Floyd in his Dungeons & Dragons shirt and jeans, cheeks red with anger while his blue eyes flashed behind his glasses.

He was on Kevin immediately, taking him by surprise. Anna fleetingly took note of Kevin's shocked expression before Bob slammed him into the wall next to her bed. She gasped as Bob's forearm met Kevin's neck. "Don't yell at her," he said in that voice she loved so much. But he was gruff and angry right now, and Anna's heart pounded erratically as he added, "You don't get to yell at her like that."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Kevin grunted, but Bob had him pinned firmly in place. "You're just some guy she's fucking."

Anna wanted to vanish into thin air. The way Kevin tried to make her sound disgusting in front of Bob made her skin crawl with shame. But all Bob did was glance back at her and calmly ask, "Are you okay?"

When she nodded, he turned back to Kevin and pushed him a little harder against the wall, and that's when Anna jumped to action. "Don't hurt him, Bob. Please, just let him go." She was shaking, terrified that after months and months, Bob would get himself in trouble over her. "He's not worth it."

When Bob loosened his hold, he stood firmly in place just inches in front of Kevin with his back to Anna. She had never felt protected like this in her life. Kevin pointed at her over Bob's shoulder and barked, "The deal is off the table."

"Just leave!" she begged, hands shaking relentlessly now. She needed him to go. She really needed both of them to go so she could have a panic attack in peace. 

Kevin shoved past Bob and headed for the door, and Bob locked it behind him. Then he turned to look at her, and she had nowhere to go as she sank down onto the floor next to her mattress and started to cry. Bob was there in an instant, and Anna was too tired to fight it when he collected her into his arms. She crawled into his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and just cried until she was done. His hands were firm and solid against her back, and then he whispered, "Are you sure you're okay?"

She nodded against his neck, inhaling his clean scent. "It's my fault he knows where I work. It's my fault he knows where I live," she hiccupped. "I shouldn't have tested him like I did."

He just hummed and rubbed her back, his fingers tangling in her long hair. "Nothing Kevin decides to do is anyone's fault but his own. Now let's get you out of here."

Anna pulled away from him and swiped at the tears on her cheeks as she asked, "What do you mean? Where am I supposed to go?" She gestured around her tiny living space, but Bob's eyes remained on her face. "This is where I live."

"I'm not leaving you here," he whispered softly. "If he knows where you live and where you work, I don't think you should be here or on campus alone."

"He's mostly harmless," she insisted softly. 

Bob just looked sad as he sighed and started to stand. "He was screaming at you, Anna. And I don't like that. Will you please come with me?"

He was holding out his hand as she looked up at him. "Where?"

"My house. You can stay with me."

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Bob watched as Anna collected some of her things. She looked so flustered, shoving clothing, toiletries and her computer into a backpack and a tote bag. She handed them to him and walked around her little apartment in a bit of a daze.

"I'll bring the food from my fridge for my lunch and some quarters for the laundromat," she muttered before chewing on her lip. Bob reached out and took her gently by the hand as she tried to walk past him, and she looked up at him with wide brown eyes.

"Anna, I have plenty of food. And a washer and dryer."

She took a few deep breaths and said, "But I can't just use all of your stuff. I can take care of myself."

"I know you can," he replied immediately. "But you need a break. My house is quiet. There are books and groceries. You can do your laundry. Let's go."

This time she nodded and let him lead her toward the door, but Bob accidentally kicked something across the floor and looked down to find a white USB drive hit the wall next to her bed. "Oh my god," she gasped, releasing his hand and lunging for it. She was kneeling and looking up at him as she whispered, "Kevin dropped it."

Bob's brow furrowed. "What's it from?"

She looked so hopeful now as she stood. "I think it might have my manuscript on it."

"Oh," Bob said in surprise. "Let's get out of here and check it." Anna's hand was back in his the whole way down the stairs, and when he held the door open for her, he pulled her a little closer. "What kind of car was he driving?"

"It was a silver Lexus sedan," she told him, and Bob started looking around at all of the parked cars. "I really don't think he would hang around. I'm telling you, he's an asshole, but he's harmless."

Bob wasn't going to risk it, even though Anna seemed excited now. He opened the passenger side door of his truck and helped her climb in before setting her bags at her feet. Then he walked to the end of the block, looking everywhere for something that could be Kevin's car. When he finally climbed into his truck and started the engine, he drove a slightly convoluted route back to his place, watching for any flash of silver paint.

"Thanks for looking out for me," Anna said softly as he pulled up to the curb in front of his house. "Even after everything."

He wanted to tell her that he would take care of everything if she would let him, but he didn't want to let his feelings overwhelm either of them. "You don't have to thank me for anything. Let's get inside and I'll make dinner while you check that USB drive."

Bob was thankful that Suzanne's door was closed, otherwise he would have had to explain to her why Anna was holding his hand and carrying her overnight bags. As soon as they were in his living room, he made sure his door was locked up tight while she scrambled to get her computer out. She sank down onto the couch and inserted the USB drive, glancing up at him with hopeful eyes. Then her face went expressionless when she looked at the screen.

"It's blank." That didn't sound surprising at all to Bob, and he sighed in relief as she said, "I thought this might be the case." She pushed her computer onto the couch cushion and stood saying, "Will you let me make dinner for you?"

He laughed softly and shook his head. "I already told you that you need a break." He plucked a collection of poems by Emily Dickinson from the top of his book shelf and handed it to her. "Read this. I'll tell you when it's ready."

"Thanks," she whispered, accepting the book from him. 

Bob left her in the living room, making a mental list of things he needed to take care of as he peeled some carrots and preheated the oven to cook some chicken breasts. It would only take him a minute to make up the futon in the extra bedroom. He would pack two lunches for tomorrow instead of one. He also needed to call Jessica. 

He wished he had something fancier to send Anna to work with, but he did have everything he needed to make sandwiches and fruit salads, and he had some packs of salted peanuts and cans of ginger ale. Once the chicken was in the oven, he slipped out the back door onto his patio, glancing at the street behind him for a silver Lexus while he called Jessica.

"I know, I know," she said when she answered. "I was supposed to send you the notes from D&D, but Jake took me out to dinner. We're on the way home now. I'll send it before bed."

"Hey," he replied. "No, I actually need to ask you to do something else."

"Anything," she replied easily, and Bob was so thankful for his friends.

"If you agree to do it, I need you to not ask a lot of questions at the moment."

"Sure," she told him so casually, his heart literally swelled.

"Anna is staying here with me for a while. Can you pick her up in the mornings on your way to work? I can get her after I leave base in the afternoon, but since you're heading into the city anyway-"

"Yeah. No problem. I can get her around 8:30 or 8:40," she told him. If she was surprised by his request, she didn't show it.

"Thank you, Jess," he said. He added, "I haven't given up," before he ended the call. He made an additional mental note that he needed to pull the weeds in Suzanne's vegetable garden, and then he headed back inside.

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Somewhere in the romantic throes of Emily Dickinson, Anna passed out on Bob's couch. She woke up with the book tucked under her chin and his kind face in front of hers. His eyes were so sincere as he said, "Dinner is on the table, and I got the extra bedroom ready."

"Okay," she said as she sat up, still in a daze over everything that happened today. She was proud of herself for not getting her hopes up about what was on the USB drive, but it still hurt to know Kevin was such an ass after all this time. Then as soon as she sat down with Bob and took one bite of the magic carrots he cooked, her brain turned to complete mush. "Oh my god." She took two more big bites, practically moaning over the taste of a hot meal, and she hadn't even gotten to the chicken yet.

"It's nothing fancy, but it's getting late, and I can tell you're tired," he said as he cut up his food.

"Bob," she whispered, looking at him in awe. "This tastes like you went to culinary school."

He blushed bright pink, and Anna desperately tried not to think about how rosy his cheeks had been after he made her orgasm twice. "I'm glad you like it," he muttered, taking a bite and then clearing his throat. "I hope you don't mind, but I called Jess and asked if she could pick you up on her way to campus tomorrow. I would take you myself, but it would add at least 45 minutes to my ride to base in rush hour traffic, and I don't want you waiting for a bus alone."

Anna almost dropped her fork. She couldn't remember the last time someone looked out for her wellbeing like this, because it had never happened before. "Thanks," she whispered. She didn't know how many times she could say that word to him, but she meant it each time she did. And once again he was acting like what he was doing was simply part of his normal existence. Like he helped poor, hungry college professors all the time. Before she bit into the chicken, she asked what had been on her mind earlier. "Why did you come to my apartment anyway?"

He was blushing again as he adjusted his glasses and fumbled his fork. "Uh, well I was running early, so I stopped by your office. Kevin was there, jiggling the doorknob, trying to see if you were inside. He told me he was going to take you back to New Jersey so he could keep track of you."

"Like hell he is!" she snapped. "I'm not going anywhere with him!"

Bob scratched the back of his neck and said, "Yeah, well, as soon as I walked away to see if you were actually already at Chippy's, I just got a weird feeling. When I couldn't find you, I drove to your place. Kevin really rubbed me the wrong way."

The perfect man was sitting across from her, and Anna had to just sit there and eat her delicious chicken while she tried to process things. But then Bob asked, "Why was he there anyway?"

Anna looked up at him like a deer caught in headlights. She knew she needed to be honest with him if she ever had a hope or a prayer, so she said, "I may have figured out he's at a huge conference in Carlsbad until next week. And I may have gone up there and tried to get him to sign over my manuscript."

"Are you serious?" he asked, looking at her like she had two heads. "Anna. You went alone?" She nodded and he said, "I know you think he's harmless, but he looked up your workplace and your address. He tracked you down."

"Yeah," she said softly. "But I tracked him down first."

He sighed deeply. "The difference between you and him is that you wouldn't do anything maliciously but he would. Promise me you won't do something like that again."

The fact that he was worried about her was enough to make her agree, because if Bob Floyd cared about her, then she owed it to him. But also Kevin really got under her skin with his demanding behavior. She knew now that going up to Carlsbad was a bad idea, but she wanted to keep fighting as long as she could. She owed that to herself.

"Let me clean up," she said, standing once she had eaten every speck of food on her plate, but Bob was already shaking his head.

"I'm just going to dump everything in the sink and deal with it tomorrow. Why don't you go up and take a hot shower? You can use anything you find in my bathroom."

Anna wanted to argue with him, but there was such a bone deep ache inside her, and she knew a steamy shower would help alleviate it so she could try to sleep. Once again she thanked him, and once again he told her he didn't mind one bit.

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Bob ended up not only washing all of the dishes and pans but wiping down the entire kitchen, too. Just knowing that Anna was in his shower was making his skin tingle. He thought about being in there with her, but it turned into something more than a sexual need. He just wanted to protect her, kiss the freckles on her shoulders and tell her she could stay here as long as she wanted to. If she simply never left, she could read all of his books and recommend more and more. 

With a soft groan, he dragged himself up the stairs once he heard her turn the shower off. He made it to the landing in front of the bathroom door just as she walked out. "You have amazing water pressure," she told him with a little smile. "The shower in my apartment is a tiny stall with terrible water pressure."

Bob wanted to reply, but all he could do was stare at her. She was wearing a tank top and some worn flannel pants, and her damp hair was freshly combed. The sweet smelling steam wafted out, hitting him in the face as he realized that the deep red shade of Anna's wet hair was absolutely, indisputably his favorite color. He never wanted her to go back to her tiny apartment. She didn't even have a real kitchen there. Her bed was on the floor.

Anna cleared her throat and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I made a little spot for some of my stuff on your bathroom counter. You can move it if you want."

"It's fine," he muttered, once again wanting things he shouldn't. But now that he knew exactly how awful Kevin was, it was going to be impossible not to dream that maybe someday Anna would be free. Maybe she'd choose him.

"Okay," she whispered, jerking her thumb toward his extra bedroom. "I'll just get in bed then."

"What?" Bob asked as she took a step away from him. "No, you can sleep in my bed. I'll sleep on the futon." It might kill him to think about her laying on his pillow, tangled up in his sheets, but his bed would be much more comfortable.

"I can't do that," she told him, taking another step. "Not after everything you've done for me."

Before she could make it through the doorway, Bob hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her toward his bedroom. "I insist."

"Bob," she said with a little laugh that melted away into a needier voice as she went along with him. "I'm only going to sleep in your bed if you're there, too."

Fuck. He wanted it so badly, he was automatically nodding in agreement. Anna's lips parted softly, and she sucked in a breath. He steered her toward the bed, and that's when he saw it. He grunted, his steps coming to a halt as he ducked his chin down a little bit so she met his gaze.

"Why is your arm bruised?"

Her lips were pressed in a thin line as she looked up at him wordlessly. Just when he thought she wasn't going to respond, she whispered, "He never did anything like it before, but he grabbed me pretty hard yesterday. I... made him really mad."

"He has no right," Bob growled. "I don't care what you did to him, he should have kept his hands off you."

"But my manuscript is so important to me, and I want it back."

"Anna," he said, cupping her soft cheek in his hand. "Your manuscript isn't worth more than you."

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she nodded. Her long lashes were still resting on her cheeks as she whispered, "I'm ready for bed."

Bob's heart was skipping around in his chest as he kissed her forehead. "Go ahead and climb in. I'll be right there."

He watched as she pulled back the bedding and slipped in between the sheets. After he grabbed some gym shorts and a clean undershirt, he ducked out of the room and into the bathroom. Anna's pink toothbrush and her purple comb were next to the sink. There was some face wash and toothpaste and a bag of makeup. He had to take a minute to pull himself together. He needed to be able to share a bed with her in approximately five minutes.

He brushed his teeth and did all of the necessities before changing into what he was planning on wearing to sleep. He was trying his best to keep his feelings at bay, but it felt like he had I LOVE ANNA written across his forehead when he slipped back into his bedroom. She was clearly emotionally exhausted, but she looked spectacular laying there waiting for him. 

When he paused in the doorway, she lifted up the covers on his side of the bed, and Bob carefully folded up his glasses before climbing in next to her. He flicked off the lamp on his nightstand. Neither of them said a word, but when his hand bumped hers beneath the covers, he felt her lace their fingers together. And a few minutes later, Anna was curled up along his side, sound asleep.

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This whole week is a whirlwind for Anna, but at least ending up in Bob's bed when it's time to go to sleep is a high point. Kevin must be destroyed. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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[formulawolff]

xiii. show the world - t.w.

pairing: female!driver x toto wolff

word count: 2.7k

warnings: cursing, angst, lots of angst to be completely honest, pining, age gap relationship, toto being down bad per usual, two idiots in love but won't admit it, yadayadayada

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“be honest with me. are you seeing someone?”

daniel brings a wine glass to his lips, tilting it back as you sit across from him, your fork clattering against the table. heat radiates off of your cheeks, flourishing into your neck as your eyes snap away from his intense stare. 

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the sun was starting to set over the water, casting a tangerine glow across its surface. fluffy clouds float along, the sky bursting with lavender, fuschia, and cerulean hues. yachts drifted along, their lights beginning to glimmer as the sky grew dimmer and dimmer. on your left, it was almost like the city was given its first breath of night life, locals strolling along the streets, their conversations and the growl of engines as they zoomed along the streets merely white noise. 

it was truly a breathtaking view, distracting you for just a moment, taking your focus away from the conversation at hand.

yet, you remember he’s awaiting your answer, arms folded across his chest, brows knit together. scrambling to formulate some sort of response, you gnaw on the inside of your cheek, shoulders slumping. 

“what if i told you i was?”

“hmm,” daniel hums, downing the rest of his wine, “then i would say good for you, i guess.”

“oh come on,” your regain your composure, frustration brewing in the pit of your stomach, “i thought we consensually agreed that we wouldn’t explore a relationship because we needed to keep things professional.”

“i did that because that’s what you wanted,” daniel swivels his head, glancing out at the water, “i never agreed to that. i only respected your wishes because that was what you wanted. i never wanted that. i wanted you.”

“but you never told me,” you protest, absentmindedly picking at your ratatouille, “that night in jeddah, i vividly remember you telling me that you never acted on your feelings because you knew that it was one-sided.”

daniel huffs, shaking his head, “i didn’t think i would’ve had to spell it out for you. i was under the impression you knew that i had feelings for you. and actually, i thought you reciprocated those same feelings. thank you for reminding me of the cold hard truth. i feel so much better about this. thanks for that.”

“you’re not being very mature about this. what happened to staying emotionally mature about the matter?”

“i was doing that until i heard from alex that you were dating someone,” daniel retorts, his tone seething with fiery anger, “you couldn’t just tell me yourself? also, how long were you going to keep that from me? were you just not going to mention it until i found out?”

“i didn’t think it was important,” you shrug, shrinking in your seat as pairs of eyes sear into you, the stares becoming more and more prominent as daniel’s voice carries throughout the patio.

“starting a relationship with someone isn’t important?”

“daniel,” you hiss, desperately wishing you were wearing a cap or some sunglasses, “people are starting to stare.”

“okay and?” he cocks his head, “i don’t give a fuck. you have no fucking idea how heartbroken i’ve been these last few weeks. i feel like my entire world has been turned upside down. meanwhile you’re frolicking around with some douchebag from st. louis. obviously the dick is must have you in a chokehold because you’ve been a completely different person.” 

“daniel, please,” the notes in your tone raise an octave as your lower lip trembles, “stop, please. people are listening. can we talk about this some other time–”

“well luckily for you,” daniel inhales sharply, rising to his feet, “i don’t want to discuss it any further. i’m done here. see you around, america’s princess.”

tossing his napkin on the table, the australian snatches the keys to his rental, muttering under his breath. you remain at the table, people resuming back to their previous conversations as the waitress comes by, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

“is everything all right, madame?” 

“i just need the check please,” you mumble, tears threatening to spill over as you reach for your purse, “i’ll pay for it all. i am so sorry about that.

“no worries madame,” the waitress chirps, “would you care for a free dessert for your troubles?”

you know what? free dessert didn’t seem too bad after all. 

“oui, s’il vous plait.”

at your response, the waitress’ lips curve into a wide grin, “tu es le bienvenu.”

letting out a shaky breath, you wipe away a tear, pulling your phone out of your purse. swallowing the lump in your throat, you message the one person you needed most.

i hope things are going well on your end tonight. is there any chance you can come by my hotel room, or i swing by yours? it would be later tonight. i want my sexy, smoochable, handsome boyfriend. :’((((( 

the moment you send the message, three little bubbles appear, signaling that he had received it, and was crafting a reply.

i take it the dinner didn’t go well? what happened, meine liebe? ich vermisse dich auch. 

wrinkling your nose, you highlight the text, tapping the copy option. thumb gliding across the screen, you click on the google translate app, pasting it into the textbox. 

what happened, my love? i miss you too. 

i can explain more later. you type, are you busy? 

never too busy for you. remember, we’re in monaco. i own a place here. 😘 you can just come by whenever you need. i’m at home. do you need the address?

yes please. i’ll be there as soon as possible. 

i can’t wait to see your beautiful face. here’s the address. i’ll be waiting impatiently. 

the second you type his address in your phone, the waitress comes by your table, a box in one hand, billfold in the other. placing the box on the table, you anticipate her to do the same with the check. yet, she doesn’t keeping it in her grasp. 

“madame, your meals have been taken care. a gentleman called, inquiring if he could foot the bill. he stated he did not want you to worry about anything else this evening. is that all right?”

your heart flutters, “did he say a name, by chance?”

“no madame,” the waitress flashes you a quaint smile, “again, i am so sorry if your evening has been ruined in any sort of way. i hope the dessert helps in some fashion!”

“thank you,” you reciprocate the gesture, “and again, thank you for the dessert.”

“it is no problem,” the waitress dips her head, “have a great evening, madame!”

rising to your feet, you push in your chair, ensuring that you don’t forget the plain white box that was placed on the table. carrying it under your arm, you pull up your maps app, feeling a grin form.

maybe tonight will not end as poorly as it began. 

you could thank toto wolff for that.

ever since miami, you felt as if the weight of the world was off your shoulders. the stress was alleviated, dissolving almost completely. you could go about your day without that ever-present thought in the back of your mind, gnawing away at you. 

however, there were more mountains to climb. more obstacles to face. 

you had yet to sit down with james, alex, or anyone else really, to discuss your decision to depart from williams at the end of the 2024 season. 

toto was the only one who knew. 

and for the time being, you were okay with that. 

but you were running out of time. the days were soaring by. you would blink and suddenly it would be time to board that flight. it would be time to get behind the wheel, adrenaline coursing through your veins. it would be time to step on that podium, raising that gleaming trophy above your head, your team roaring below. 

with four grand prixs wins, three of which were back-to-back, you were unstopabble. 

a force to be reckoned with. 

max tried to catch you, he really did. 

but you were too fast, fueled by the thrill of victory. 

it was intoxicating, sending an electric, exhilarating buzz throughout your entire being every time you breezed across that finish line.

and with a man like toto by your side, how could you possibly lose? 

with the monaco grand prix on the docket for the weekend, you were preparing for a challenging race. the circuit was extremely tight, the track interweaving through the buildings and sights the city. it was an infamous track, known for its rich history and well, the accidents. 

additionally, there was little to no room for overtakes. so if you wanted to be on that podium on sunday, you had to execute a stellar qualifying lap. with that added pressure, you were a little apprehensive for what was to come. 

yet, you couldn’t let that anxiety creep in. you had to maintain your composure. it was crucial that you kept a calm, cool outlook on the race. 

and as you found yourself at that massive gate, pressing the button to your left, you couldn’t help but feel peace of mind. 

you could thank toto wolff for that as well. 

with every moment spent with the team principal, you couldn’t help but shake this aching, nagging feeling. 

it was a pure, innocent feeling. one that filled you to the brim with bliss, a cozy warmth blossoming in your chest, your heart swelling with joy. one that had you beaming from ear to ear, your once gloomy days now shining with this golden, rich light. 

you were in love with him. 

hopelessly in love, your whole heart resting in his tender hands. 

you couldn’t tell him that though. you couldn’t bring yourself to. 

at least, not yet. 

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“all right,” james’ sucks in a breath, his head swiveling from side to side, taking in the commotion all around. 

“are you ready?” 

“come on,” you wave a hand, “you know the drill. i was born ready.” 

“i know,” the team principal’s lips twitch as he fights a smile, “but this is a pretty significant race. there’s a lot of history and heartbreak on this track.” 

“are you saying that you don’t think i can win?” you tease, your voice muffled slightly by the thick exterior of the helmet, “james, i can do this. believe me, i can do this.” 

“there’s a lot at stake here,” he places a hand on the top of your head, patting it, “just remember, whatever happens, i believe in you. always.” 

i believe in you. always. 

your lower lip trembles, and in that moment, you want to confess right there. you almost blurt out the words that had been lingering on your tongue for weeks now. 

james, after this race, we need to to talk. 

however, you don’t. you simply nod, drumming your hands against the steering wheel, “i’ll make you guys proud, i promise.”

“oh, you already do,” his eyes glimmer, bursting with pride, “you’ve made us so fucking proud these last few weeks. and you know what? i know you’re going to continue to make williams racing proud. i can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us.” 

fuck. 

that conversation was going to absolutely destroy you, splitting your heart into two. 

you couldn’t think about that, though. 

the race was about to start. 

on the grid, you were behind charles leclerc and oscar piastri. it wasn’t terrible positioning, but with the limited space, you knew that getting ahead would be nearly impossible. it would be a miracle if you were able to cross that finish line in first place. 

yet, you were more than willing to take the risks involved to get to that position. 

all you needed was a little bit of luck. 

which, these days, it seemed like you were full of it. like you were carrying a four leaf clover in your pocket at all times. 

as rays of sunshine filter through the clouds, a gold streak of light dances in your peripheral vision. 

nestled on your wrist was the charm bracelet toto had gifted you that fateful night in jeddah. the charm gleams, reminding you of two things. 

one, your very first grand prix victory.  

two, that he was always with you. 

perhaps he was that good luck charm you were desperately searching for.

maybe. just maybe. 

in about seventy-eight laps, you would have that answer. 

“and she has done the impossible! she has shattered yet another record! miss america has won monaco! she has won her fifth grand prix!” 

“fuck yes!” you shout, “we won! we won monaco!” 

“brilliant fucking job,” james’ voice trembles, thready with excitement, “bloody good job!” 

euphoria crashes over you like a tidal wave, leaving you speechless as it sucks the air out of your lungs. burying your head in your hands, your shoulders shake as you sob. 

never, in your wildest dreams would you have expected to have made it this far. 

never would you even imagined racing as a little girl, let alone racing at this caliber. 

and winning races? five of them?

little you, cheesing with her toothy five-year-old smile, standing next to a kart, helmet under her arm, wouldn’t have ever dreamed of this moment. 

you had improved miles upon miles from the driver you were last season. you made history. time and time again. you had shattered records, obliterating barriers in the world of formula one racing as a twenty-two year old woman. 

and fuck, you weren’t even done yet. 

you still had a world title to chase after. 

“holy shit. holy shit. holy motherfucking shit.” 

stepping out of the car, your heart races, your team nearly sprinting to congratulate you. picking out james, you flash him a thumbs up. the crowd raves, whooping, whistling, and hollering your newfound nickname. 

“miss america! miss america! miss america!” 

cameras appear out of thin air, recording as you step down, james and alex swathing you with their embrace. alex rattles your helmet, james’ grin shining bright as the cameras flash. 

“what a bloody brilliant day!” james shouts, a glossy sheen over his eyes, “what a fucking day!” 

“what place did you finish, alex?” your voice rises above the noise, “what did you get?” 

“ninth!” he chirps, “two drivers in the top ten? that’s a pretty fucking good day!” 

“a very fucking good day,” laughter rises in your chest, spilling out, “fuck, that nearly took everything out of me!” 

“well you better shape up,” alex pats your back, “because you have a podium that’s calling your name.” 

as the team gathers, making their way to the finish line, your heart yearns for one thing. well, one person. 

toto. 

pursing your lips, your eyes scan through the garages, attempting to make out the mercedes paddock. yet, there is too much movement in your line of sight as the crew members assemble, circling around their respective drivers. 

the euphoria lingers as your step onto the podium, the crowd below applauding. there are shouts that rise above the clapping, yet you can barely make them out. 

surveying the mass, your heart skips a beat as you locate him. 

his eyes lock with yours, pure, radiant adoration painted across his features. 

that’s my girl. he mouths, dimples apparent with every word. 

a few strands of hair flutter in his face, the top button of his shirt un-done, the fabric slightly wrinkled from the chaos of race day. 

yet, he was as gorgeous as ever. 

as charles and oscar pop open the champagne, you hesitate, fingers trembling as they wrap around the neck of the bottle.

you know what? 

fuck this. 

“hey!” charles calls out as you step down from the platform, “where are you going?”

there’s a brief moment of confusion from the crowd, a few gasps ringing out as you shoulder your way down the stairs, muttering numerous apologies as you accidentally elbow several people along the way. 

there was only one thing on your mind as you nudged your way through the throng of people gathered beneath the podium. although your skin burned beneath your suit, sweat clinging to every part of you, there was this tugging sensation at your heart. it urged you to keep going. to keep searching. 

you were face-to-face now, his brow furrowing with concern, arms folded across his chest as you take another step forward. 

“what are you–"

that’s when toto wolff found your lips colliding with his, the entire world crumbling away as he found himself lost in you.

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[turcott3]

listen here my concept on matt was being a good friend of his and you've never experimented or did really anything much with guys before so you nervously but boldly approach him and ask if you could practice giving him head and he guides you through it step by step .......... bye i had to.

21st

matt rempe x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, wine, oral sex male receiving, kissing

masterlist

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you and matt sat distant on the long sectional long after everyone had left your 21st birthday celebration. you’d been best friends with the boy as long as you could remember so you asked if he would stay the night with you like old times.

“this wine is actually really good.” matt says breaking the silence.

“yeah it is, that’s why i bought it.” you smirk.

“now y/n, how did you buy this wine last week? just a question.

“well let’s just say the ‘how’ is cut up in my garbage right now.” you giggle, cracking a smile.

“you sneaky sneaky girl.” you points at you.

“as always.” you giggle, downing the rest of your glass. the thing about wine that differed from the other things you drank is that it makes you honest. you were barely even buzzed, but wine brought out the honesty in you.

“wow it’s so crazy, i’m 21 and i still haven’t even actually hooked up with a guy.” you scoff.

“you’re not a virgin though? i’m confused.” he adds.

“well i guess the better word would be properly. he stuck it in, nut, and then left.”

“wow.”

“did i really never tell you that?” you ask, sitting up on the couch and setting your glass on the coffee table.

“no?” he replies giggling, doing the same.

“it’s kind of embarrassing.” you reply as he gets up and sits closer to you on the couch.

“why’s it embarrassing?”

“it just is. i don’t wanna be 21 and completely unexperienced.” you say as silence rung out in your living room.

“hey matt?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“yeah.”

“can you….. teach me some….. stuff?” you asked practically in a whisper, a blush burning on your cheeks as you stared at the floor.

“teach you what?” he replies, using his fingers to guide your gaze back to his.

“i don’t know, i just-“

“yes i can y/n, i was messing with you.” he giggles.

“oh okay.” you reply, the blush burning darker.

“don’t be shy now y/n, you can trust me.” he says brushing your hair behind your shoulders.

“i know i can trust you matt, i’m just nervous.” you reply picking at the skin of your nails.

“would you feel more comfortable if we went to your room?” he asks softly, running a soft hand up your thigh. you only nod in response as the tall boy stands up in front of you.

“come here.” he mutters as you reach for him. he picks you up, your legs latching around his waist as he carries you to your bedroom. carefully, he shuts your door behind you and stops in his tracks.

“look at me pretty girl.” he says, doing as you’re told you pick your head up off his shoulder and lock eyes with him, a smile spreading across his face before locking his lips with yours gently and respectfully. you moved your hands to grab onto his face, begging to deepen the kiss. you had never imagined you’d be in this position with your lifelong best friend but at the same time it felt so familiar to you. you felt safe in his embrace and absorbed the love from his affection deeply. regretfully, he breaks apart the kiss, setting you down carefully on the bed. you sat up on your knees and looked up at the brunette who looked down on you with a soft gaze in his eyes.

“now what is it you want me to teach you exactly?” he asks, squatting down to your level, his hand placed gently on top of your hand that rested on your thigh.

“oh um, anything. i really don’t mind.” you reply shyly.

“do you feel comfortable getting undressed for me or is that not okay?” he asks.

“i think im comfortable.”

“okay just take off some layers until you want to stop, is that okay?” he asks gently and you nod, removing your shirt revealing the black lace bra you’d bought yourself for your last birthday. you notice matt also removing his shirt.

“matt you don’t have t-“

“yes i do. it’s only fair. if you’re gonna be vulnerable, so am i.”

“okay.” you reply, blushing as you shimmied out of your jean shorts, him removing his jeans and tossing them to the side.

“i think this is good.” you say, very aware of your bareness.

“okay.” he says as you look back up at him.

“do i look okay?” you ask with a gleam in your eye.

“gorgeous.” he smiles, bending over and reconnecting your lips softly for a few moments.

“okay, i’m gonna teach you how to give head, that alright?” he asks and you nod eagerly. now that you’d seen him in this light, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to see him another way, and that didn’t bother you.

slowly, he pushed the waistband of his boxers down, revealing his soft cock. at first glance he was already big and that made you nervous as to what was to come.

“give me your hand.” he asks quietly and you do so. gently, he wraps your hand around his length.

“okay, now carefully but not too carefully, jerk me off.” he says and you do so, pumping your hand slowly up and down his cock. his hand wrapped back around yours moving you a little bit faster before letting go. you keep the speed and feel the blood begin to rush to his length. he thickened in your hand quickly as he muttered and mumbled words you couldn’t make out above you.

“you’re doing so good y/n.” he says.

“you’re so big matt.” you say before looking up at him with a smirk on his face.

“give me your hand.” he requests and you do so, removing your hand from his dick and holding it up to him. slightly, he bends over and spits a puddle of saliva into your hand.

“now do that again.” he continues and you do so, working the liquid into the skin of his swollen cock.

“good girl.” he mutters, a blush creeping into your cheeks once again.

“okay, are you ready babygirl?” he asks, using two fingers to tilt your chin upward to him.

“yes.” you reply lowly.

“i’ll start easy on you, open your mouth a little bit and stick out your tongue a bit as well.” he says and you do so, earning a nod of approval from the brunette.

“now take me into your hand, and put the tip onto your tongue.” he says and you do as your told, placing his wet, pink tip onto your tongue.

“now if you want you can brush your tongue along the underside of my tip,” he says and you begin to do so, “yeah just like th- fuck, it’s so-“

“sensitive.” you smirk, taking him away from your mouth for a moment.

“yeah, that.” he replies as your put it right back wear it was.

“now you can kind of take your tongue where ever you like, you can move all the way down to the base or you can circle the tip, whatever feels comfortable to you.” he says and you act upon his words, dragging your wet, warm tongue down his shaft to the base of his cock. you moved your way back up, circling the tip just like you’d been told.

“is this okay?” he asks, holding your hair in a ponytail.

“mhm.” is all you reply as you work your tongue magic on his thick cock.

“now, if you’re ready, you’re gonna protect your teeth with your lips and start to take some of the shaft into your mouth.” he says and you do so, making an ‘o’ shape with your mouth you take some of him into your mouth, continuing to pay close attention to detail with your tongue.

“yes just like that.” he grunts as you make it just less than half way down his shaft before you begin to feel your gag reflex. quickly, you take him out of your mouth and look up at him.

“am i doing okay?”

“you are doing perfectly, is something wrong?”

“no, just don’t know how much i can take.” you sigh, avoiding a giggle,

“try to take a little more for me baby.” he asks and you nod, carefully taking him back into your mouth, pushing more of his cock in. you make it a moment further before gagging and pulling him out, spit webbing from your lips.

“god, i’m so close im sorry.” you sigh out.

“don’t apologize, here, hold onto your thumb like this, it’s shuts off your gag reflex.” he says and you copy his hand. using your free hand, you take his cock back into your mouth, your other hand gripping mercilessly onto your thumb, praying that maybe you could impress him. much to your surprise, you took him with ease, his happy trail tickling your nose as he bottomed out in your throat. you pulled him out with a pop, breathing heavily to get air back, not realizing you’d been holding your breath.

“that was so good baby, do you wanna try bobbing your head?” he asks and you do so, trying to mimic the same rhythm you used with your hand, your tongue tracing the bottom of his thick shaft.

“god you’re amazing.” he groans as his grip on your hair grows tighter, not pressuring you to move any other way. you continued this seemingly perfect routine, his moans and grunts growing closer together, his cock swelling even more. you could tell he was about to bust, as much as he didn’t want this night to end.

“oh fuck i’m gonna cum y/n.” he says lowly as you take him all the way, his warm, milky climax spurting down your throat, you pulled him out slightly, allowing him to finish on your tongue before you impressively, swallow his nut.

“you’re a fucking natural.” he scoffs, a smile spreading across his face as you wiped your lips from the mixture of saliva and cum.

“really?”

“god yes.” he says, tackling you to your bed pressing sweet kisses all over your face.

“so, can we do this again sometime?” you ask, face inches away from him.

“oh yeah? what’s our next lesson?” he replies.

“what about that, but on me?” you smirk.

“so the next one is you grading me?” he giggles.

“duh.” you reply, “or maybe we can call it the final, and we can go all the way?” you continue and he hugs you to his chest tightly.

“are you sure?”

“yes matt, i trust you. god you’re amazing.”

“i just can’t wait to show you the good sex you actually deserve. i in fact will not, stick it in, nut and then leave.” he laughs.

“well id hope not, better live up to the hype.”

“i won’t let you down.” he smirks reconnecting your lips.

“we never specified when this next ‘lesson’ was.” he sighs.

“soon. very soon.” you reply.

it was moments later that the two of you got cozy, deciding that maybe you should sleep together in the bed instead of a few feet apart on a sectional in your living room. and maybe you shouldve done this way sooner than your 21st birthday party.

#matt rempe #matt rempe smut #matt rempe imagine #matt rempe x reader #nhl #nhl imagine #new york rangers #turcs’ talk

[polyestercleaner]

Slow Touch⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

|Summary:You go out on a "date" with Joost thinking it would be an average date, little did you know it would be more than just average.

|Content Warning⚠️: Smut, Fingering, joost being a gentle dom

You open your eyes to the sun grazing you, you groan in exhaustion as you slowly adjust to the lighting in your room, you slowly turn your head to the side, the clock reads out, 10AM, how early, this isn't when you usually get up, but you accept your fate for today, you get up and walk towards the bathroom, the reflection is merely you, your hair is a completely Bush of sticks, your eyes are puffy and tired, "what the fuck." You sigh to yourself before heading back to your room, you sit down on your bed as you plan to go back to sleeping, but that thought flies away once you hear the noise of your phone buzzing, your eyes open wide as you grab your phone quickly, it's a text from... Joost! He's a close friend, you've known him for over a year now, and as much as you lied to yourself, you knew you liked him and you knew there was something going on between you two. You quickly tap on his text.

Heya! Just wanted to ask if you wanna come with to the Cafe! You and me, my treat. You decide!(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ ps:if it's a yes meet me at 11:30

You shudder in excitement, you wanted this for so long now. He was BASICALLY asking for a date! You held your phone so tightly and your hands you were sure you're gonna break it, you smiled to yourself as you thought of what to say.

You and me? Sure! I'll be there, just don't be late,also could you get a pack of cigarettes? I ran out of 'em, thanks!(ゝз╹)

You put your phone down as you ran to your closet, pulling out a white dress and black heels, you quickly got dressed and brushed your hair enough to make it look tidy and neat, you pulled your purse and closed the door, you checked the time and it was already 11:20, "fuck I'm gonna be late!" You grumbled as you ran towards the Cafe, it was a 10 minute walk and yet with these heels your attempts at running were completely useless, you reached the Cafe gasping for air, you caught a glimpse of joost sitting at the Cafe, earphones intact and phone in hand, you walked towards him as you hugged him, "hey!" He let out, each hug you've ever given him or he's ever given you made your heart thump fast, always. You sat down infront of him as he gazed at your body, "well aren't you all dolled up and pretty huh?" You giggled to yourself as you put down your purse next to you, the waiter made his way towards your table, you quickly looked up at him as he asked you what you'd like, you smiled and asked for a strawberry smoothie and pancakes with blueberries, as you ordered for your food you could feel joost's eyes burning into you, watching every movement as your eyes slowly fluttered and as your finger moved each time you wanted to add something to what you wanted to order, you looked hot. And he had to admit that to himself, he was knocked out of his thoughts once the waiter asked for his turn of food.

"Dont be late huh?" You groaned, "it was the heels fault okay!" He laughed out, you'd always warn him about punctuality when you can't even stick to what you say most of the time, it was always funny, time goes by, 20 minutes, simply you two eating and laughing and chatting, what could be better than this? "Do you wanna go to the park next to this Cafe?" You smiled, he nodded in response, "hell yeah!" You both got up, joost places the money down, "oh come on! Thanks that's really sweet" he shrugs in response, a smile plastered on his face "i told you it's my treat didn't I? Ja?" You walk away together, making your way to the park, sitting down at an empty bench, the trees were absolutely gorgeous, a beautiful mix of green all around, you felt so tense for so long that for once you felt good. With him.

Joost pulls out a cigarette, lighting it up and taking a drag, you sit in silence for a moment, the sounds of birds chirping filling your ears, "you know your really pretty." You continue starring forward, you didn't wanna believe you just said that, you mentally slap yourself, joost tips his head to the side before turning to look at you, taking a drag from his cigarette "oh ja? Is that so?" He smirks at you, you don't stare back though, you nod, "yeah". "Well nothing could be as beautiful as you. Alright?" You can see the smoke coming out of his mouth as he talks, he's gorgeous truly, "can I?" You turn your head to meet his gaze, gesturing to the cigarette, "ja" you take the cigarette into your fingers before taking a drag, you coughed a little, smoking wasn't something you always did. You felt a wet droplet on your forehead, "Huh?"

Joost looks at you, the droplets multiplying, it was clear that it was "raining, it's raining" he chuckled, "we better get going huh?" You quickly got up,"fuck! It's getting worse! We better run!" He quickly pulls your hand before guiding you out of the park, you both giggle as the rain becomes more intense, the sound of thunder waving through the city, "mine or yours!" He practically yells at you, "Yours!" You quickly make your way to joosts house as he opens the door, he closes the door quickly, sighing and gasping for air as you took off your heels, joost following along, "gee that was crazy!" You let out, you both stopped for a moment, starring into eachother, you can tell you synced up in that second because immediately you crash lips and start making out, he roughly pushes you against the wall, his tounge pushing into your mouth, you didn't put up a fight for dominance, not one bit, his hand roaming your body as he gropes your tits, you whimper out as he slowly kisses your neck, "come on." He pulls you by the hand, guiding you upstairs to his room, "sit down liefde" you quickly sit down as he takes off his jacket, his hair all soft and slightly wet, the thunder was clearly still there, rain hitting the window and producing a mystical sound, one you atleast thought was definitely mystical. You unzip your dress as joost slowly pulls it off of your body, leaving you in your black bra and panties, joost bends down to unclip your bra, slipping it off before bending down, his finger hovering over the hem of your panties, "can I take this off too pretty?" You nod slowly, your exhaustion from all the running was evident, he slips off the panties and spreads your legs gently, getting back up, you look up at him, eyes fluttering gently, hooded and cheeks all red and lips parted in a gentle manner, your the image of beauty and he knew it, he brushes a thumb over your lip, "are you exhausted schatje?" You whimper gently, nodding, he slowly presses his body against you, forcing you to lay down, he places both hands on your knees and spread them wide open for him, "gonna make you feel good okay doll?" You nod once again, he bends down , gently rubbing at your clit, you immediately let out a soft whimper, moans and gentle whispers of his name, he licks two of his fingers before slowly rubbing one down your cunt, sliding it in, he pumps it in and out inside of you, you feel his second finger plunge inside of you, you grip the sheets as you groan, your in a daze and the pleasure your feeling is making it worse, your eyes flutter, your spitting out incoherent sentences, you suddenly feel his breath inch closer to your pussy, you whimper once you felt his tounge lick a long strip from down to up, "God you taste amazing" hid thumb still rubbing circles at your puffy clit, you can feel your cheeks heating up as he continues gently pumping 2 fingers in and out of you while sucking your pretty clit, what more do you want other than for joost to completely fuck you and eat you out, your back arches as you instinctively roll your hips, You feel yourself inching closer to the edge as you let out a whimper, "joost! Fuck...m'close" your words are shaky, almost uncertain, your hands roam down to his hair, gripping harshly, you hear him groan and whimper, he's clearly enjoying himself and enjoying the way your pathetically begging for him to let you cum, your legs start trembling as you feel yourself finally get enveloped with that warm good feeling, your thighs close up around his head as you cum on his face, his groans still evident, you whimper and shudder, your thighs slowly parting as to let joost breath, you look down at a smirking joost, head tilted to the side, pussy drunk and completely head over heels for you, "come on, let me fuck you okay?" ...

Side note: if you think you have more requests, for ANY character, or for joost, send a request over! Hope ya enjoyed (´ε｀ )♡

Extra: I apologize if any of this is corny? Or not well written, the first version was good before it got deleted, I rushed over this. Promise there's better to come. Thanks!

#joost klein smut #small artist #smut #smoking #joost klein #joostice #tumblr fyp #fypシ #fyp #style #story #free joost

[dotthings]

Some tea from Richard Speight, Jr. about filming Cas’s testament scene has surfaced from DLC6. [x]

nothing cut from script to screen but they added things, such as Cas having to paint the sigil on the door and leaving the bloody hand print on Dean’s shoulder [my note: wbk about the additions during filming. There's still the matter of the spanish dub because the latam dubbing team felt a verbal I love you from Dean, made sense. And a few other lingering questions that have not actually been resolved and we may never know, but I'll go along. If Rich is happy with what was filmed and got to screen in the US, I'm glad. I love 15.18 either way. Rich's comments also goes to show how collaborative making tv is and how fluid the process can be.]

Rich said the scene wasn’t intended to be about Dean’s reciprocation, it was to give Cas his moment to speak his truth, to speak his love for Dean, and Cas didn’t expect an answer back, he just wanted to be heard, wanting Dean to know. [my note: makes sense to me, and it’s what I’ve thought about Cas pov. Cas pov not being the same as audience pov and what the story might need next and what Dean’s needs are. But for that scene, Cas feels complete. It also very much means the emotional story from Dean's side is not resolved. Dean wasn't given his chance yet, by creative design, perhaps because the only way they could get this greenlit at all is if it was only Cas who got to speak. We'll see what happens next.]

Rich saying because they did many takes of the scene with Dean’s emotional reactions, there are shots where Dean is crying more, or crying less. Editing put together different angles from different takes. [my note: the irony that naysayers are already trying to weaponize this to shut down the idea that anything got cut when per Rich himself, the facts on the ground are that the full range of Jensen’s acting for Dean’s response got reduced. No shade on Rich. But let's not erase or deny what was going on with Jensen's acting and how Jensen gave 110% and what wound up on screen was about 80% of whatever work Jensen did. Dean wept more than we saw, even before Dean was on the dungeon floor sobbing. Jensen’s performance as it stands is beautiful and powerful and full of emotion. It has taken an inordinate amount of hate and erasure, which is 100% cynical concern trolling to deny Dean’s feelings for Cas. More shots of Dean crying openly wouldn’t stop it, there’s no excuse for those responses. What’s there is loud enough. Only the most willfully cynical gaze could deny the love and anguish Dean showed.]

Rich said the parallel for John and Mary’s confession in TW 1x07 to 15x18 is a “coincidence” yet went on to talk about the trope of confessing love in a life or death situation and cited Leia and Han Solo among others [my note: it was also used again by an ep Rich recently directed in another piece of media I won’t say so I don’t spoil it. Also I’m laughing about how it seems he answered this. Total coincidence!! And spn 15.18 is like TW 1x07 is like Han and Leia and love confessions in dire situations is a common (romantic) trope. Pls, if anybody is taking away from this some kind of shutdown on creative recognition of the Destiel implications of it all, I don’t even want to know, I’ve had my fill of poor comprehension skills, poor critical thinking, and poor media literacy, oh my god]

Rich saying he was glad Cas’s words meant a lot to queer fans and that he feels it was important and a “bold” move that Bobo and Misha fought for. <3

So that's confirmation from director now, to add to writer intention, both actors, and an EP who greenlight Bobo's pitch for Cas’s testament as romantic. That is canon. That is a lock.

Cas's testament started out carefully padded into an “open to interpretation” zone. We have watched it be eased out of it and into the open.

I’m pleased it's openly acknowledged for what it is...and what I knew it was when the ep aired. I did expect it would be eventually, and would take some time. I’m glad it's here now.

As always, my appreciation for the work Rich, Bobo, Jensen, Misha did on 15.18 <333

#richard speight jr #destiel #jensen ackles #gay Cas is canon #Castiel #Dean Winchester

[localcoffeeshop]

i never posted this but a few months ago i was kind of toying with a too young rewrite au that wouldve come a bit later in the show and been more about PB's arc than finn's crush... this couldnt have realistically ever played out in the show because i definitely came up with it having the hindsight of uncle gumbald & neddy and stuff but to me it's still fun to think about, like, what if this is how this episode went?

notes abt this au under the cut:

PB resents being reverted back to childhood BECAUSE she's immediately aware of the way that being 'young and powerless' reflects poorly on the status of her empire... other princesses (like breakfast princess), starchy, lemongrab, etc. will look down on her for being 'too young'.

having been responsible for the wellbeing of others from pretty much day 1, childhood was never a time she could be fully nostalgic for (she'd rather be nostalgic for before that, when she was part of the mother gum)

she also associates childhood with the memory of gumbald trying to corner her and dump the dum-dum juice on her, feeling so small and vulnerable.

she personally has to make enough candy mass to re-age herself back into an adult using SCIENCE, however it takes a certain amount of time so the story has this sort of built-in timer where it's inevitable that she'll go back to being an adult SOON, but for now she needs to make do. i just wanted a low stakes vibe

i have to concede that if this version of the story did happen it would completely disrupt a lot of the later arcs from the show by speeding them up (arcs & episodes that i really like!)... an episode where pb learns how to have a childhood as i see it means that she learns the value of stepping back from her controlling tendencies way before the events of the cooler. also, as i see it, finn would fall out of his infatuation with PB at this point as well, rather than continuing to yearn. it's like a merging of too young with too old. so really this au has to kind of exist in a vacuum. ITS JUST FOR FUN.

#adventure time #princess bubblegum #bonnibel bubblegum #art that i drew #i dont really even like these drawings anymore but i wanted to share it anyways

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for venting?

Emojis, so I can find it later 💯⁉️💥 (unrelated, I just use them a lot)

So I(16) have been struggling with depression since I was, like, 10. It's been worse and better over the years, but something that really triggers it is extreme weather. Dunno why, but if its hot as fuck outside I *will* be considering suicide.

I regularly go to sleepaway camp every year. I usually do two weeks and usually go during the summer rainy season. Well, a year or two back (can't remember, got that depression and ADHD memory loss) I went later on in the summer than I usually do, and it was really fucking hot out. The whole time.

I could deal with it for a couple of days, especially because I was having a bit of romantic tension with J(16) (not real name, not even real initial). "I can survive any situation as long as I have a crush on someone there", or whatever that post said. He was really sweet and also suffered from depression. We talked about our struggles together, and he seemed to be responsive and chill about it. He did have trauma from his past with loved ones committing suicide, but he seemed to have worked through his grief and didn't have negative reactions when it was mentioned.

Here's where I might be the asshole. Eventually, the heat got to be too much for me, not to get too graphic but I was making plans, so I sent my parents a letter asking to pick me up. I waited a couple days for them to recieve it, and they did and called and said they would pick me up in the morning.

I delivered the news to everyone by being quite vague about what I had to go home for. When pressed, I said my parents didn't give any details and I was a little worried. That explained my acting weird away to everyone, but not J. He didn't believe me for one minute, and was determined to get to the bottom of it.

He took me outside, asked me what was wrong, and told me it was ok to tell him. It took a little convincing, but I eventually broke down and told him I was having suicidal ideation and that I needed to get the fuck out of dodge or I might do something drastic. I specified that I would be completely fine once I got out of the oppressive heat and humidity, just that I had to go home ASAP. I did ask him not to tell anyone because I didn't want them to worry, which I realize now was unkind. I should have at least told a counselor so that he wasn't alone.

Anyway, he immediately started having full-fledged PTSD flashbacks. I couldn't tell at first, but then I realized what was going on and tried to comfort him. It didn't work. The counselor that came check on us just kicked me out. I went back inside feeling guilty, but I was hoping that I reassured him enough that he would be ok.

He acted normal for the rest of the time I was there (we even kissed! That was my first kiss) and made me promise to text him when I got home. Naturally, I did, reassuring him and telling him I was feeling infinitely better now that I had air conditioning and my phone. When he got home from camp a week later, he seemed a little freaked out but seemed to be mollified by my texts.

However, a couple days after that, he texted me out of nowhere, saying that I shouldn't have told him about what I was going home about because I gave him constant PTSD flashbacks for the rest of camp. He felt sick with worry the whole time. I felt like shit, obviously, so I responded with profuse apologies. He seemed to accept them but still feel a little resentful.

I still feel really fucking bad about it. I actually haven't told anyone I know IRL about. Well. Pretty much anything bothering me since. I know that's a bit of an overreaction, but I don't want to do that to anyone else.

So, am I the asshole?

(By the way, if you were there or know me, I would love it if you could just ignore this. Please and thank you. And also never make me know you read this cause that would be embarrassing as fuck lol)

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

[saudrag]

i feel spock in such a specific way which a lot of fanfiction (almost none) does not capture.

i would like to read a fic about spock struggling with his feelings for jim, completely spock’s POV and spock-centred.

about spock feeling extreme shame each time his heart sings with love for jim, each time he is so close to expressing this emotion he hates. (which is illogical, and love too is illogical, and spock feels so helpless about the turmoil of his emotions he abandons food and sleep in order to meditate more). spock who does not act in any way on his feelings but who is not entirely in command of his body reactions to jim the first moments it sees him after another near-death experience. spock feeling, again, deep shame for his involuntary responses. spock trying to suppress his feelings, trying so hard to remain calm and failing. spock fluctuating between being in total control and indulging in his human side, between “vulcans do not feel” and “when i feel friendship for you i’m ashamed”.

not really angst, just a lot of… internal fighting and disappointment and shame and irrational anger and spock feeling not enough vulcan and not enough human. and when that cup spills it’s when the 5 year mission ends and spock decides that he had enough of his own inconclusiveness and indecisiveness and goes to vulcan to completely get rid of his emotions.

and he still failes.

spock, with his hair grown out, wearing ceremonial vulcanian robes (that he does not need no more), and with a heart that still feels, despite his every attempt, finds himself aching, wanting, needing to be near jim, finds himself belonging to him. belonging in a way he never belonged to the vulcan, much less to humans. in a way he never did belong to them. and that’s when he knows that this love is not a curse, but a fate, if there even is one. and he knows there is nothing he can do to suppress that love, that yearning (he tried), that both his logic and emotions tell him, for once, to do the same — to return to jim, to his side, and to belong to him fully in any way jim would want him, forever.

#spock #idk #star trek #spirk #thoughts #any recommendations chat?

[lowkeyren]

forbidden love ft. sunday x stowaway reader… real???/

you are a stowaway that entered penacony through unconventional means after escaping your homeland.

so what happens when you wander through the streets of golden hour, awed and gawking at the scenery —bump into a young man with wings on the sides of his head, as well as a halo behind him. who knew the family welcomed angels as their guests? (not like you know who they invite anyway)

you take a liking to him immediately; he's the definition of a gentleman, apologizing graciously despite it being you who ran into him.

"are you alright?" his voice gentle as you nod in response, words momentarily failing as you take in his elegant poise. he offers to show you around, and you eagerly accept, finding a strange comfort in his presence. as you stroll side by side, you notice how he interacts with others, receiving praises and unfailing respect. it's evident that people hold him in high regard, gathering admiration from those around him.

as you spend more time together; sunday finds himself drawn to you in ways he can’t explain, your laughter was like music to his ears, and your smile lighting up even the darkest corners of his soul. he gradually finds himself seeking out your presence more and more, falling deeper in love with each passing day.

it's true that he can’t shake the feeling that there was more to you than meets the eye, you've always had an aura that seems oddly out of place, and you never fail to change the subject when the conversation happens to be about you.

but deep down, though sunday refuses to come to terms to— the moment his gaze first fell upon you, he already knew the truth. you are a stowaway, an unauthorized outsider in the midst. and yet, strangely enough, it only makes him more infatuated with you.

he watches you from a distance, intoxicated by your every movement. and despite the rational voice in his mind urging him to step back, he can’t bring himself to pull away. every second is consumed by the overwhelming desire to be near you, to bask in the warmth of your presence, leaving him utterly and completely entranced by the mere thought of you.

of course you notice his discreet glances, perhaps as to not embarrass him, you don't call him out. but you know this is wrong; you shouldn't be here, let alone get involved with the head of the oak family. but the way he easily sweeps you off your feet has you falling harder and harder, leaving you breathless and unable to deny your growing feelings any longer.

the looming consequences is evident in every way possible, but none of that matters.

for in his arms, you found a love worth fighting for, a love that filled the empty spaces in your heart with warmth; and in your embrace, he found a love worth risking everything for, a love that he would protect with every fiber of his being.

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all hail sunday 🙏🏻🙏🏻 if you saw this before, no u didn't!!! (repost cus it wasn't showing up in tags..)

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#✧renthinks! #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #hsr fanfic #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #honkai starrail x reader #hsr imagines #honkai starrail #sunday hsr #sunday x you #sunday x reader #hsr sunday x reader #sunday honkai star rail #hsr scenarios

[angelsdean]

Reading the script from 13x02 and it opens with Dean, Sam, and Jack in the Impala driving through the night and eventually stopping at a motel where Donatello catches up to them and reveals that yesterday he was "knocked off [his] feet by this weird wave of power" which was Jack's birth. We know Jack was born at night/early morning, and it's night/early morning again, which means it's literally been a mere 24 hrs at most since Cas died, and the drive that this episode opens with, yeah they're literally just leaving from burning Cas's body. Dean not being immediately warm and fuzzy toward Jack is so understandable, especially since they literally do not know anything about him, other than he's an incredibly powerful supernatural being that they spent all last season trying to stop from existing because of the potential threat his existence could cause on the world.

And the way s12 ends, Jack was positioned to be the next Big Bad from that cliffhanger.

(12x23 script)

Dean also believes Jack brainwashed Cas to get him on-side. He has no reason to trust Jack. And Sam is only really thinking about what Jack can do for him, aka get Mary back. So Sam immediately starts playing nice to get Jack on-side and willing to work with them. Sam also inserts himself into the situation, trying to force Dean and Jack to bond, and this happens again in 13x04 and both Dean and Jack express that they need time.

Dean might be harsh toward Jack and not have a Nice Tone when speaking to him in these early episodes, but he's being brutally honest about his feelings, instead of lying and pretending like Sam. Which Jack values Dean's honesty and is hurt by Sam's dishonesty when it comes to light.

The scripts also make a point to highlight how Jack is not a kid, he's in his twenties. And uses words like "demi-god" in later episodes to distinguish his status as an ultra-powerful supernatural being. Jack is naive and new to the world, sure, but he's not helpless and certainly not powerless. If we want to talk power imbalances than the true imbalance is not Mean Adult Dean not instantly loving Poor Baby Jack and it's not Mean Adult Dean shooting a gun at Literal Newborn Jack. This is a supernatural fantasy show, not a family drama. The genre is important. The true power imbalance here is mortal human man with zero powers vs supernatural being with immense powers. And moreso, a supernatural being with uncontrollable immense powers. They don't know what he could do! They have no way of stopping him if he decides to "go darkside" and just end the world! That's scary. And Sam even explains this to Jack, saying that Dean is scared of what Jack could do and it's their job to protect people, and that they may have to protect others "from you" (Jack). This scene is also another moment where Sam tries to convince Jack that he just needs to work on his powers and train to control them (and also so Sam can use Jack to get Mary back, his top priority).

Anyway, point is, Dean isn't wrong to be skeptical of Jack and on guard and keep him at a distance in those early days, and that's not even accounting for all the grief. It's literally been less than a day since Cas died and they lost Mary (and Crowley). He just burned Cas's body. So him talking about dealing with "the problem" and not immediately adopting Jack into the fold is a pretty normal response, given the context of everything.

I think often people also take the "widowers arc" John parallels too seriously. It's an interesting parallel but it's far from being a 1:1, the context are completely different. Yes, Dean just lost his love. Yes, Dean is now left with a "kid" in the wake of Cas's death. But Dean never claimed Jack as his own. Jack saying Cas is his "father" could be another manipulation tactic to ensure his survival for all Dean knows. Cas isn't there anymore to vouch for Jack, and even when he was there Dean was rightfully skeptical about Cas's sudden change of heart. A change of heart that suddenly had Cas believing in the possibility of "paradise" and "peace on earth" and fulfilling "destiny", all things that go against the core beliefs of Team Free Will who have been fighting for Freedom over Peace. So Dean has no connection to Jack and he doesn't trust Jack's alleged connection to Cas at this moment. He doesn't know Cas will come back. Cas's death felt permanent to Dean. He saw Cas's grace go out, saw his wings burn. He burned Cas's body. He prayed to Chuck and got no answer. There's no coming back in Dean's mind and he's dealing with all that intense grief while also having to contend with the potential threat of this supernatural being that has come into their lives and is literally a stranger to him.

Also Dean's "anger" and harshness, like I've said, is in part because he doesn't trust Jack and is putting up walls because he doesn't want to trust him and then get burned. Dean's always putting his heart into things, he always ends up caring, he can't help it. So in this case he's guarding his heart, he's leaning into his skepticism and suspicions. He's staying on the defensive. But also, anger is a normal and natural step in the grieving process. Yeah, Dean's immense grief over losing Cas, Mary, and even Crowley is not pretty. It's real though. And it's not an over-reaction. I think Dean is reacting the appropriate amount considering all they've lost. Sam under-reacting and dissociating and clinging to the hope of getting Mary back isn't the "baseline normal" emotional reaction. Sam is not coping well either. He's not coping at all, actually, and is instead refusing to really acknowledge these losses.

Anyway, I find many comparisons to John re: widower's arc leaving me cold these days, because they often disregard how completely different the contexts of the two situations are, and instead try to force-fit Dean and Jack into a John and his kids mold. Dean isn't becoming "the angry man of the house." He's grieving and he's skeptical of a near-stranger's intentions. Another way in which Dean and John differ greatly in their responses to grief is: John becomes consumed by revenge and springs into action (just like Sam when he lost Jess) but Dean? Dean shuts down. Dean loses hope. Dean ends up killing himself and wishing to stay dead. (Also, I know not everyone agrees with this interpretation, but: see Dean's response post-15x18. Jensen describes Dean's death as Dean being "tired" and letting go (sounds a whole lot like suicide to me). Dean always loses hope when Cas dies).

As the audience, we have the gift of omniscience and we are also able to look into the future now that the show is done. We know Jack doesn't become the second coming of Lucifer, but Dean doesn't know any of that at the time. Dean, in-world, is dealing with the very real possibility that Jack could become their next antagonist and all his actions in the early days following Jack's introduction are informed by that lingering threat.

#dean and jack #jack studies #mymeta #spn 13x01 #spn 13x02 #spn 12x23 #dean and grief

[psuedosugu]

thinking about suguru with a siren reader…

notes: this has been in my drafts for a hot hot minute and i hope yall see my vision also i made a discord server that you guys should join 😊

- the job of a siren was a simple one. sing your melody, entrance the captain just enough so that they would crash the ship, and done.

you never felt any guilt for what you did. these men were trespassers, after all, littering and casting their nets in your sea. sometimes you wonder how one could be so inconsiderate.

one particular night, the sea swirled around you, your only source of light being the stars twinkling and the fire that had started on the now crashed ship, impaled by a sharp rock. men jumped off of the slowly sinking wreck, soon drowning in the harsh, cold water. you watched from a distance, with a sense of pride in your chest—

and then you spotted something. or someone, for that matter. he was young, couldn’t be older than 20, with long dark hair. you weren’t exactly sure of what about him caught your eye so fast, but you were enthralled.

you swam closer to the burning ship, desperate to get a closer look. he had a look of terror in his eyes, debating on whether to jump or not. as the fire spread more and more, he realized he had no choice, bracing himself and leaping into the dark mass of water.

you freeze, unsure of what to do. you’re supposed to leave him alone, to let him face his watery grave. he brought it onto himself, anyways, and direct interaction with humans is forbidden in the pod, lest you be captured and their cover blown, but….

you sigh, swimming to where the nearly unconscious man bobbed above and below the water and propelling to the nearest land available, a remote island just a few miles away. once you arrive, you plop him exhaustedly onto the sand.

“hello? hellooooo? are you dead? i hope you’re not dead, that means i dragged you out here for nothing. helloooo??” suguru wakes up to the sound of your voice and the feeling of your damp hand lightly slapping him on the cheek.

he’s…..relaxed at first. your voice was like a symphony, a contrast with your harsh words. it made him feel so warm…

and then he remembered. crash. fire. sinking. and the deep, dark cold.

he sits up with such fervor that you flinch, shifting slightly away. “where…what- what happened? they’re- they’re all dead, aren’t they? oh god- oh god, oh god, oh god oh god oh god-“ he mutters under his voice, hyperventilating. you sit there, indifferent to his panic.

“um….are you…okay?” you asked. he darts his eyes towards you. you were beautiful, with looks that were almost hypnotic. hen his eyes darted down to your tail, shiny and greenish. he shifted back, not completely sure if he was hallucinating or not.

“…what- what are you?” he stammered out with wide eyes. you shrug. “you know, i was more expecting a ‘thank you for saving my life,’ but thats a fine enough reaction, i guess,” you said matter-of-factly, with a somewhat amused smirk on your face.

“no- i, i need to get back, i-“ you eye him. “well, there isn’t much land close to over here sooo…id say your chances of being rescued are pretty slim.” you shrug. his eyes are wide, not believing what was happening. this was a dream. this was a dream and he would wake up any minute now, right? but the sand underneath him, and the soft breeze hitting his face felt all too real.

“….well?” you frowned, folding your arms. “you gonna do anything other than looking shellshocked?” humans are boring, you realized. you two sat there in uncomfortable silence for a few more seconds before you turned around to leave. the pod would start looking for you soon, after all, but then—

“wait!” you paused at the mans voice. “don’t go yet.”

“….why?”

he hesitated. “how does that….thing work?” he asked, pointing to your tail. you shrugged in response, “same as a fish, id suppose.”

“what’s your name?”

“[name]. yours?”

“suguru.”

—and then marked the start of a strange routine. you’d sneak out to go visit suguru when you could. he fed on wild fruits and berries, keeping himself alive. sometimes you’d bring him some food yourself.

you liked how he reacted to things. he was unique, a new specimen for you to observe, and as the almost complete isolation started to drive him mad, you turned into the anchor he clung on.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #x reader #jjk x reader #getou suguru #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader

[daydreams-after-dark]

What's your fanfic fantasy? part 9

Chapter Contents.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 //

Premise: fem reader + Chan + Jisung 18+ fanfic. This is an AU story about Chan bringing your fantasies to life... but what happens when boyfriends Chan and Han fall in love with you?

Chapter Summary: you have your gym session with binnie.

Warnings: rough p in v sex unprotected, sex toys, spanking, exhibitionism, roleplay, degradation, name calling, masturbation.

~ Chan ~

It's all ready to go. Chan settles himself at the desk. On the table sits a laptop showing a view of the gym room floor. Next to the laptop is a bottle of lube and wet wipes.

He knows that even in his screwed up, conflicted state he will still get hard and want to masturbate. Does that make him sick? He allows himself to take comfort in knowing Jisung can step in at any moment, and that you're a willing participant who can change your mind at any time. He knows Binnie will honor your safeword.

But still, there are two things standing in the way of Chan being completely at ease with this. The first, is the chance that despite the safeguards, you could still get hurt? How will Chan ever live with himself? The second is his jealousy. Chan has had a word with himself already, that he needs to put aside his feelings, just for a couple of hours. Then he’ll tell you how he feels.

Movement on the laptop screen brings Chan back to reality. Binnie and Jisung have entered the room. Bin puts the black gym bag he's carrying down beside the bench that is used for the seated bench press, and plops himself down straddling it. He's wearing what he always wears to the gym, black sweatpants, tight black t-shirt and black cap. His muscles bulge out from his tight sleeves. He's a strong man. He can throw you around any which way he likes. Chan gulps at the thought, but his cock twitches.

What the fuck?

Jisung positions himself to the right side of the gym on a wooden bench. The gym bench that Binnie sits on is situated in the middle of the room, and there is a chin up bar nearby. There are various other pieces of equipment and weights around the room too. It's a full gym set up.

Jisung looks nervous, fiddling with the hem of his shirt and bouncing his legs up and down.

“You alright, Jisung?” Binnie asks. The cameras have sound, which means that Chan will be able to hear every cry from you, whether it be in pleasure or pain.

“Huh?” Jisung’s head jerks up towards Bin. “Yeah, man. I- I’m good.”

Bin walks over to Jisung and places a hand on his shoulder and says something that Chan can't quite catch. Maybe Chan won't be able to hear everything after all? That bothers him somewhat, and he presses his lips together in a thin line.

Jisung nods something in response and Bin resumes his seat.

Then you walk in.

Chan’s breath catches in his throat. He bites his lip, not from arousal, but from nervousness as you proceed to the middle of the room and stand in front of Binnie. You are standing side on to the camera and Chan has a full, although side on, view of Bin, you and Jisung. You're wearing short denim shorts that are frayed at the edges and a cropped t-shirt, and the fucking tallest black heels he’s ever seen.

Chan's jealous of Jisung who is getting a behind view of you, who’s mouth drops open as he looks you up and down and then up to the camera to mouth a “Wow” at him.

Binnie leans forward as he takes you in. Silence fills the room. “Strip.” He demands. He doesn't say it loud, but he says it with authority.

Chan holds his breath. Waiting.

You don't make a move to take anything off.

Chan gulps. Do as he says, he thinks to himself.

“Ah.. So you’re an insolent little bitch are you?” Binnie snickers. “I. Said. Strip. That’s an order.” He repeats.

Do as he says or use your safe word, Chan mutters to himself.

“Make. Me.” you say defiantly.

OH fuck! Chan’s stomach drops.

Jisung looks like he's about to get up, but Binnie raises a hand to stop him.

Binnie slowly stands, walking over to you and circling you. He looks you up and down, studying you like he's weighing up what to do to you. How to punish you.

He pauses behind you, pushing himself against your back, his cock presses against your ass. Chan’s lip twitches. Binnie grabs you by the hair and jerks your head back onto his shoulder as he whispers something in your ear. Then he lets go of you, pushing you off of him, nearly making you fall to the ground. He goes back to the bench where he props the backrest up to a 45 degree position and repositions the bench slightly so that Jisung can get a better view of what is about to happen. Binnie sits back down and you slowly walk towards him stopping when you're standing right in front of him. This new angle gives Chan a better view of your face.

“Why aren’t you naked already?” Bin hisses.

Chan swears he sees a smirk cross your face. Are you enjoying taunting him?

Chan feels his dick hardening as you slide your top off to reveal no bra and hard nipples. Yep, even through the screen he can see the hard little pebbles on your breasts.

Binnie grunts in approval. “The shorts too.” He snorts and leans back.

You slide your hands to your waistband and slowly undo the button. You take another step closer to Binnie. “Make. Me.” You say again and lean in, looking Bin straight in the eye, daring him to hurt you.

With that Binnie jumps up and comes around the back of you. In one swift, move he roughly pushes you onto the bench so you are kneeling with one leg resting on it, the other foot supporting yourself on the floor, and pulls your shorts down to reveal your bare ass.

You squeal when he rubs his calloused fingers through your lips.

“You’re such a defiant little whore aren’t you? But you’re so fucking wet.” he says gruffly, slipping a finger inside you.

You arch your back to shove your ass up in the air, trying to provoke him.

“Who are you wet for?” He demands.

“Ahh… ahh… you! I’m wet for you.” You stammer.

“And what’s my name?” He growls, plunging a second finger into you.

“Ummmm… Fuckwit? Is your name Fuckwit?” You laugh, looking back at Binnie.

A sick feeling surges Chan's body. He looks to Jisung even though he knows he can't communicate anything through the camera.

Binnie laughs. “Ya! You think you’re funny don’t you, you filthy little bitch? Well I think you need putting in your place.”

He brings his hand down in a hard slap on your ass, while his fingers remain inside of you. You flinch, but your taunting laugh that follows shows you can take more. And Binnie gives you more. Slapping you until you finally whimper the words he was looking for.

“Sir… Daddy…Please…”

Binnie stops his punishment immediately.

“See that wasn’t so hard to say was it?”

“Sir,” you repeat. “Torture me some more. Show me what you can do.”

Binnie licks his lips and looked at your ass as he soothes your bright red skin with his hand.

You're enjoying yourself, thinks Chan. He begins to feel the sick feeling ease a little. The jealousy is definitely glaringly there, but that sick feeling? Well at least it has lessened.

Jisung has an obvious erection, just like Chan does, and Chan wonders if Jisung is holding back touching himself because he is confused too? Torn between being wildly turned on but also protective.

Binnie looks absolutely furious that you aren't playing along, and it only seems to make you enjoy it more.

He pulls his fingers abruptly out of your cunt. “Clean yourself off me.” He demands forcing his wet fingers into your mouth. You suck his fingers clean. Then he crouches down beside the bench, unzipping the gym bag to brandish a … dildo? He reachs in again and this time pulls out a… a butt plug?

Chan’s heart stops. Jisung’s head flings up to the camera. “What the fuck” he mouths.

Those aren't Binnie’s toys. They are yours. He knows because he’d accidentally seen the packaging at your house one time and he’d fucking teased you about it.

Why the fuck does Binnie have those?

“Here, bitch. Wet this for me.” He shoves the butt plug into your mouth where you suck and swirl your tongue around it.

Chan’s erection is painfully swollen, and Jisung’s cock has somehow made its way out of his sweatpants. But he still isn't touching himself. His eyes are fixated on what is happening before him, eyes wide.

Binnie takes the plug back and moves around behind you, and without warning he pushes it into your ass. You gasp at the sudden stretch and then your eyes roll back in your head. Binnie drops to his knees and devours your pussy with his soft lips. Aggressively nipping at you and plunging his tongue inside of you.

“Sir! Yes!!! Ahh that feels so good." You hum. “I don’t think you know what it means to punish someone. This just feels… too… nice.”

Binnie growls and becomes rougher. His hand comes up and pulls at the plug and then rams it back in.

“Ahhh…” you pant. “I think you’re all talk… you’re just a pussy.”

Binnie pulls off of you and pushes the dildo into your vagina as far as it will go. You moan as your cunt sucks it up.

Then, you look straight up and into the camera, straight at Chan. He feels like you're staring right into his soul. With the most pornographic face Chan has ever seen, you open your mouth, poke your tongue out and give him the biggest wink, before rolling your eyes back in your head and bucking your hips back onto the dildo.

Chan’s heart skips a beat and then feels like it gives out entirely.

Realisation washes over him. The high heels, the toys, the defiance, the wink… it's like it's all a show. An act.

Jisung’s words ring in his ears “you know 90 percent of what turns her on is you watching her?”

Is this a show for him?

Chan can't ignore his erection any longer and he drops his sweatpants and kicks them off the side. If this is a show then it would be rude of him not to enjoy it, right?

He squirts a generous amount or lube into his hand and coats his neglected cock then holds it at the base and begins to firmly stroke upwards and run his thumb over the tip. He lets out a shaky sigh as relief spreads over him, he's hornier that he thought.

Binnie continues to fuck you with your dildo, harder and harder with each thrust. Your whimpers becoming louder and filling the room. Chan imagines that each of your cries out of “Sir” or “Daddy” are directed at him.

Jisung’s dick is now in his hand and he's jerking off somewhat violently. Has he caught on too?

“Fuck you’re a slut for anything to fill your needy little holes.” Binnie says and abruptly slides the dildo out and throws it to Jisung.

“Here. Lick your slut’s juices off that.” He growls.

Jisung obeys, licking the dildo like a god-damned icy pole, and then deep throating it, all while still stroking his cock. Jisung is skilled at sucking things while masturbating. Chan knows that for sure.

Chan remembers the taste of you from when he sucked Jisung’s fingers that first night. He licks his lips and imagines he's tasting what Jisung is tasting right now. God, he wants to bury his face in your pussy and taste you for real.

It seems that Binnie has had enough of this position, and forces you up by your hair and dragging you to your feet. If Chan watches closely though, he can see that he isn't actually being as rough as he appears. It's as if you know what to expect.

The thought of this whole thing being planned out sits well with Chan. It means he can give himself permission to just let go and enjoy the role play, knowing that it won't go too far and you won't really be hurt. He feels a pang of admiration for Binnie too. This is definitely not his style. He likes it rough. For real.

Binnie drags your shorts off entirely but makes you leave your heels on. Then directs you to straddle the bench. While you're still standing Binnie scoots behind you and sits down. He pushes your stomach into the backrest with one hand, and releases his erect cock from his sweatpants with his other hand.

He's going to fuck you now.

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~ EARLIER THAT DAY: y/n pov~

The recording studio.

“What did you need to talk to me about? Are you canceling on me?” you ask Binnie, feeling furious still.

He is sitting in the swivel chair by the mixing equipment while you stand in the middle of the room feeling offended that you are about to be rejected.

“Why do you want me to fuck you tonight?” he asks directly. What? Didn’t Chan tell him that you merely want to fulfill a fantasy? That it’s no big deal? Just for fun? Nothing more?

“Y/n,” his voice is soft. “Did Chan tell you how I like to fuck?”

You inhale deeply as anger rises in you. Of course you know. “What? You don’t think I can handle you?” you jeer, tilting your chin up and and crossing your arms.

Binnie scoffs and stands up and takes a step towards you. “Oh no, I actually do think you could handle everything I can do to you.” He nods then smirks as he looks you up and down then returns to his seat. “I just don’t think Chan and Jisung could handle watching me do those things to you.” His voice is sincere. He’s genuinely concerned.

“Oh.” You feel like you've been kicked in the gut. Binnie is a good friend looking out for them like this. You feel like a selfish bitch. You move to a chair and sit yourself down.

“So, that’s why I am asking you why you want me to fuck you? If the fantasy is rough and wild sex in a gym, well, do they need to watch?” He pauses for a moment. “Or, is it that the fantasy is Chan watching you? You want to make him jealous that everyone else gets to be inside your pussy except him?” He taunts you.

“No! I love Chan. He said it was all okay. I don’t want to hurt him…” tears begin to well up in your eyes as you defend yourself and your feelings.

Binnie stands up again and takes your hands in his and crouches down in front of you. His hands are much bigger than yours, and rough. But they make you feel safe. “Look,” he says. “When Chan asked me to do this favor, I asked him why the fuck is he going to watch you when he clearly has a thing for you.”

Your heart stops and your eyes widen. “What did he say?” You whisper. You need to know.

“That he’ll settle for watching you, since he can’t have you.”

“But he CAN have me!” You cry. “I want him! He just won’t do anything about it.”

“Ha! What’s stopping you from doing something about it? Can’t you tell him? Why is it up to Chan?” Binnie raises his voice sternly.

Fuck he’s right. Why are you leaving it up to Chan? What’s your problem? Why can’t you just communicate like a normal adult?

“Look,” Binnie interrupts your distressed thoughts. “Maybe we can fulfill your fantasy and do something about your feelings for Chan?… I have an idea.” He smirks and his eyes grow dark.

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~ y/n pov ~

You are putting on a good show, Binnie and you. But now he is about to fuck you. With his cock. And you're so ready for it. You glance over at Jisung. He’s got his dick in his hand and your dildo in his mouth. It’s like he’s watching a movie. Wide eyed and absorbed. He seems fine with this. You smirk.

You wonder what Chan is thinking? Is he turned on? Is he dealing with an erection? Or is he dealing with jealousy and anger?

You wonder if he noticed your obvious hint that you're not actually being submissive at all? That right now Binnie and you are a team. And your goal is to get Chan so fucking riled up that he has to do something about it. Plus, there will be a surprise at the end. Plus… you want Chan to punish you. Just like Jisung said in the pool. You'd be punished if you come on another man’s cock. Minho is excluded from this rule you decide. No one knows about that. That, doesn’t count.

You intend to have the loudest, most intense orgasm you can muster tonight.

You hold onto the backrest of the bench for dear life as you feel the head of Binnie’s cock at your entrance. He wraps a hand in your hair for leverage, the other pushes your ass cheek aside. Then he pulls you down hard onto his cock.

“Ahhh..” You let of a cry as you take in his entire length. You feel so full with the plug in your ass and Binnie in your cunt.

He lifts your hips up with one hand, the other still tangled in your hair, and drags you back down over his length.

“Your pussy fucking loves my cock doesn’t it?” he growls. He leans in closer “Are you doing okay?” he whispers as he pretends to bite down on your ear.

“Yes… yes. Sir… I love your cock.. Fuck me… Ahh” You yell, letting him know 'yes you're good'.

When he gets sick of that position Binnie pushes you up off his penis.

“Turn around.” He instructs, gruffly. “You need you to see who’s tearing up your pussy.” God his dirty talk is something.

As you stand up, Binnie pulls the plug out and throws at Jisung, who looks at it longingly, but his hands are full and so it just falls to the floor. You climb off Binnie only to turn and around and straddle him again. Now your back is against the back rest, and you're looking straight at him. He hooks his bulging arms underneath your thighs, easily picking you up. You think he’s going to ram you down on his cock full force, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he lowers you ever so slowly onto his length, eyes fixed on yours as bit by bit his cock stretches you open again. He doesn’t look away. Not for a second. You swallow a gulp of air and a small whimper escapes your lips.

“That’s right, slut, feel how good my dick fills you up.” His words are dirty but his eyes don’t match them at all. They’re soft and kind, and hooded the way eyes go when they are flooded with desire.

Slowly, slowly he lowers you down further over his shaft. He finally has you completely impaled on his cock and yet he doesn’t move. He doesn’t bounce you up and down. He doesn’t roll his hips. He just stares at you.

It feels like an eternity has passed when he finally does do something. He brings his left hand to your neck feigning pressure. It’s not tight at all. Then his eyes slowly drop to your breasts. His soft lips part ever so slightly and you see the hint of his tongue, poking the tiniest bit out of the corner of his mouth. He gasps almost silently and his right hand reaches to cup your breast. His skin is rough but he is being so soft. Unconsciously, he licks his lips and then bites into his lower lip. Not hard, just softly. Tenderly.

You're melting under his gaze and quivering under his touch. You're trying to hide it. His right hand slowly moves down your body, exploring your soft curves to reach around and rest on your ass. Your skin is burning. His eyes follow his hand as it moves from your neck down to your center where you're connected, and he watches his thumb as it slides through your lips and over your clit. Just once.

And then it happens. It isn’t supposed to. Not yet. You can’t stop it. Binnie feels it too. His eyes dart up to yours. You try to suppress it, but your legs begin to shake and your inner walls pulse around his cock. Your orgasm overwhelms you but you try to stay silent and not show Chan and Jisung that this is happening. You bite down hard on your lip. Binnie gently massages your ass - where the others can’t see, and his eyes silently tell you “he’s got you, it’s okay”.

He waits until you've come back down to earth before taking the lead. You need to finish this off properly.

“Change of plans.” He pulls you up by my hair, but at the same time lifting you with the hand he still has on your ass so he doesn’t actually rip your hair out. You squeal in pretend pain.

“I think you need tying up now.” He laughs sinisterly.

He pushes you towards the chin up bar. You sneak a glance at Jisung who is eyeing you off suspiciously, but is highly aroused. His cheeks are flushed and there is a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead.

You stand over near the chin up bar and you can feel your wetness leaking out of you and coating your inner thighs. Your legs are shaky. How are you going to continue?

Binnie grabs his boxing wraps and ties your hands up to the chin up bar’s frame. He kicks your legs apart, ready to fuck you again. The ties around your hands aren’t actually very tight and you can easily slide your hands down the frame that holds up the bar so I can steady yourself. Binnie grabs onto your breasts and whispers in your ear “I’m going to fuck you hard now, okay?” he warns you and he squeezes himself back inside you from behind. You're so tight and so wet from your orgasm that he can’t help but let out a shaky moan as you grasp his cock like a vice.

“Sir… please…” You cry out.

Binnie really fucks into you mercilessly. Pounding you so hard that the tell-tale sounds of rough sex - skin slapping skin, the wet noises of bodily fluids, the moaning and panting of pleasure - fills the room. It sounds so filthy you feel like you're an actual porn star right now.

Binnie fucks you like this for a few solid minutes while growling dirty words and derogatory names, and you cry out over and over in response. In your mind you're picturing that Chan is the one behind you and inside you. You remember the way he fucked your face, and imagined he was fucking your pussy like that. You imagine being filled up by Chan and Jisung at the same time, stretching you and filling you up more than you ever have been before. You imagine Chan’s tongue sliding in and out of your mouth while he holds you gently. You imagine sucking Jisung’s cock and hearing him come undone the way he does.

Your eyes feel prickly and your heart feels heavy. You love them. You really fucking love them.

Binnie can feel you're close again and that you're starting to fall apart.

“Are you going to come for me? All over my cock?” he snarls. All you can manage is a loud cry. Binnie is really railing into you and you're losing your footing. You slide your hands a little more down the pole and lean forward for extra support. You're almost there.

“Whose cock are you going to come on, huh?” Binnie growls thrusting into you so hard you feel like you're going to choke.

“D-daddy’s… Daddy’s cock…” You yell loudly so everyone can hear.

“Ahhh… that’s right. And who’s your Daddy?” He slams into you hard. Once. Twice. Three… You're coming.

“Who does your pussy belong to?” Binnie roars not stopping for a second.

“Chan!” You cry as you clench and pulse around Binnie. “I belong to Chan… Chan and Jisung.” You stammer.

You feel like you're going to crumble, but Binnie supports you by slipping his arm around your waist and holding you close. He slides himself out of you and jerks himself off until he ejaculates in his hand.

You hear a stifled whimper to your left. You turn your head to Jisung sitting frozen, wide eyed and with cum all over himself.

You kick your heels off, finally, and Binnie ensures you're standing steady before he walks over to his gym bag. He takes out two towels and your robe, tossing it and one of the towels to Jisung.

Jisung is at your side in a heartbeat, untying your hands, whispering praise, and helping to put on your robe.

“You are the most perfect woman in the world. You did so good.” He showers you with kisses and you want to sink into his body and be held by him forever. He pulls back and whispers “You came before… didn’t you? On the bench?” Your eyes widen. He saw it. You nod.

“I knew it! I know your cum face.” He teases.

“So does that mean I will have to be punished twice then.. You know for coming on someone else’s cock two times?” You joke.

“Na-uh.” Jisung shakes his head. “Three times… Hyunjin.” He winks at you.

You turn bright red. How does Jisung know fucking everything?

“So…” Binnie coughs and clears his throat. You and Jisung turn around. “Well, my job is done. I’m going to bed. You know… you guys must be pretty fucked up if this is how you declare your love for each other.” He says to you shaking his head as though you are well and truly mad.

“Hey Binnie,” You call out and he stops to turn back to you. “Thanks.” You smile. You hold each other’s gaze for a moment, his eyes soft like when he drank in your naked body earlier. You think about the orgasm he drew from you and you bite your lip. He nods ever so slightly as though acknowledging your thoughts, then turns and leaves, carrying his now empty gym bag over his shoulder.

~ Chan pov ~

Chan sits there dumbfounded, unable to move. Cum plastered all over him, like it has exploded out of nowhere.

You belong to him? You'd said it. He’d heard the words. You belong to him and Jisung.

You wants to be with them.

Chan lets out a shaky exhale as he processes what he’d just witnessed, and then he grabs some wet wipes in attempt to clean himself up.

You and Jisung are now making out on the side bench. You're straddling him and he has his arms around you- inside the the robe - just kissing. Sweetly.

Chan closes the laptop. He doesn't need to keep watching. He's too busy dealing with his cum explosion and a surge of emotion that he can't seem to control. Tears begin to well up in his eyes and spill out down his face. You're his. The thought keeps repeating itself in his mind.

He imagines all the things he wants to do to you, with you, with you and Jisung, that he couldn’t let himself imagine before. He doesn't know what he wants to do to you first.

Part of him wants to go slow and tenderly, dragging out every moment, penetrating you painfully slowly and then taking his time to fuck you properly until you're a whimpering mess.

Part of him wants to absolutely ravish you, tear your clothes off, dig his fingers into your hips and fuck you hard and fast until you scream your lungs out.

He wants to be buried inside your ass at the same time Jisung fills your pussy, moving in unison and bringing each other to orgasm.

But Chan is going to get the chance to do all of it. Over and over. More than once.

You are theirs.

You and Jisung were his.

~ y/n pov~

Binnie leaves the gym and Jisung picks you up, wrapping your legs around his slim waist and carries your back to the wooden bench he was sitting on.

Your mouths don’t want to break contact. He feels like home. Your hands cup his face and you stroke his hair. His hands find their way inside your robe and roam your bare skin.

“I’ve missed you baby.” Jisung says between kisses.

“It’s only been since this morning.” you chuckle softly. You pull away and lean back to study his face, still cupping his adorable cheeks. You bring your thumb to his eyebrow, tracing it delicately. All he can do is stare back at you. He looks smitten and your heart swells.

How can you be in love with a man you couldn’t even imagine sleeping with merely days ago? And yet here you are. In fucking love. Hard. You've fallen hard. For him and Chan.

“Even and hour is too long.” Jisung beams at you. “y/n?” he asks. “Are you really gonna be with us? Is it really true? You’re not lying?” He looks at you with desperate hope.

You lean your forehead against his and your hands rest around his neck. Jisung’s hands settle on your hips. It’s not a sexual moment. No one is grinding or trying to slip a dick in. It feels like much much more than that. This is special.

“Yes, baby. It’s true. I love you.” You whisper and fall onto his mouth again for the most emotionally charged kiss you've had so far. Your tongue’s softly touching, your lips gently nipping. Your hearts singing. Your whole body tingling.

After what feels like forever but not nearly long enough, Jisung breaks the kiss.

“Let’s go find Chan, shall we?” he says, and picks you up and carries you out of the gym room, leaving behind your clothes, heels and sex toys.

Jisung carries you all the way to your room. “Let’s get you showered and fresh first.” He says.

You lean against the sink as Jisung turns on the shower taps and adjusts the temperature. Then he takes off his clothes and steps inside.

“Come on baby.” He holds out his hand and helps you step into the shower. Then he washes your body gently, soaping you up and rinsing you off. He is so careful and attentive that you're half ready to jump him. You could just wrap your legs around his waist and have him push you up against the shower wall. Or, you could kneel down and give him his first blow job from you. Or, you could ask him to eat you out.

Instead, you just watch him as he washes you, a silly grin plastered all over your face.

Jisung wraps his arms around you waist and kisses you. “I can’t wait to make love to you.” He says. You feel your whole body swoon. Jisung knows how to make you forget the rest of the world exists.

“I can’t wait either, Jisung.” You really can’t wait to have slow, sensual sex with him.

You finish up in the shower and you put on a long t-shirt and a pair of lacy panties. A thought of Chan ripping them off you crosses your mind and your breath hitches for a moment.

You turn around to find Jisung standing in the middle of the room naked. “I didn’t bring a spare set of clothes to your room.” He shrugs.

“So you’re just going to walk up the hall naked?” you ask lightly.

“I’m staying here.” He says as he runs towards the bed and jumps face first on the mattress. Then he proceeds to wriggle his arms and legs like a bug.

“Eww Jisung, stop rubbing penis germs all over my bed.” You screw your face up. “Anyway, aren’t you coming with me?” Aren’t you supposed to find Chan together.

Jisung rolls onto his back, finds the edge of the quilt and starts rolling himself up in it like a sausage. “I think Chan will want to be alone with you… for this first time. He’s wanted you for so long. Far longer than this retreat.” His words are heartfelt but he looks so childish right now wrapped up like that.

You suddenly feel butterflies in your stomach at the realization that you're going to be with Chan tonight. Finally. It’s going to happen.

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#skz smut #chan smut #chan x reader #changbin x reader #han jisung reader #sorshas fic

[disco-troy]

God, the page with Jason telling Bruce he's okay with dying again is supposed to feel warm and fuzzy but I genially don't know how you read this without feeling like Bruce is manipulative and Jason is falling for it, or that its happening in a setting completely divorced from Bruce and Jason's characters where all emotion got sucked in a vacuum.

its like Bruce brought ONLY Jason alone to the place to get the serum explaining the plan only at that movement. The isolation, the pressure of the moment, the context that Bruce presents, it feels like it was specifically engineered to get the response from Jason.

When Jason volunteers Bruce barely argues. His only argument is about himself ("after everything I've done to you") nothing about the impact Jason's death would have on him nothing about how JASON would feel about dying or even asking him if it would be hard?

The thing is this SHOULD be a HUGE moment!! Jason's life was destroyed by being murdered. Its one of the biggest tragedies in Bruce's life to the point where his entire perspective on all his life changes irreparably. And they decide to recreate one of the worst moments in either of their lives that irreversibly changed them as people with SMILES ON THEIR FACES.

Jason: So happy Bruce trusts me to die :) Bruce: So happy Jason's going to die in an extremely risky way :) And Jason's justification for being happy about dying is that its Bruce letting him have "control over his own decisions", as if that was the key problem with Bruce giving Jason permanent fear gas and not the loss of bodily autonomy that Jason dying for Bruce only aggravates.

#it just feels like theres no history here like theyve sucked away all the anger and sadness and guilt and were just left with gram crackers #playing jason and bruce making up afyer an argument that is unimportant and uncidential #theyre just going through the motions to get the plot moving its stripped of emotion #jason todd #bruce wayne #batman