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chxrrydrxp · 2 months

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aftercare with Jason bc he’s so sweet after breaking the bed :((

ugh, thank you for giving me something new to daydream about.

yall these exams are gonna kick my ass next week god help me

(mild spice, mainly sugar sweetness, gender isnt specified, race neutral) mdni

Jason is such a sweetheart

With the rise and fall of your chest, the room was filled with the quiet sounds of you desperately trying to breathe, your hands tightly wrapped around Jason's neck.

Your body trembled as he pulled one last intense orgasm from you. Your voice was rugged and your throat felt desert dry from the strained gasping and pleading he'd elicited from you all night. His thrusts are now slower, but deeper. "f-uck.." he whimpers, emptying himself into you, and then he nips at your earlobe. He leans down to your sweaty forehead and places a kiss there, then more down your cheek. You let out a breathy laugh and reach your hand up to caress his cheek. He grabs ahold of your hand, bringing it up to his cheek anyway, then placing a wet kiss along your knuckles. "You're...so fucking beautiful..." he mutters breathlessly against your hand. "look at you.." he places more kisses across your palm. "How'd I ever get so lucky..." His black hair mostly sticks to his forehead, with the occasional curl tickling your face. You finally found your words, kissing him softly on the lips, and wrapping your arms around his back pulling him down. "I wanna stay like this forever Jay..with you." A tired smile appears on his lips as he slowly pulls out of you, smug at the tremble of your legs from the sensitivity. "Yeah but it'll be a bitch to pee later," he says rubbing your cheek with his thumb mindlessly. You roll your eyes at his obviousness. Leaving you with one last kiss, he reaches over to the bedside for your water bottle, lifting it to your lips to drink. "c'mon, open up." You accept the water with relief, and he partakes in it as well. You lift yourself on your elbows slightly, and then you notice the bed seems to be creaking a lot easier than it did previously, but you don't put much thought into it. Jason goes to the bathroom for a while to clean himself up and comes out with a wet washcloth and wipes, wearing gray sweatpants. "You're not gonna like this part, come on you gotta pee," he says. he kneels at the bedside, scooping you up into his muscular arms bride-style. you groan in pain at the sudden movement . he gently places you on the toilet, and leans against the sink. "Jason did you.. break the bed?" He begins running hot water in the tub. "You're the one who kept telling me to go harder and faster, I don't wanna hear it." you attempted to hide your embarrassment. "I ordered some food for you, it'll be here by the time you finish your bath." you slowly sink into the water, feeling the warmness engulf you and relax your muscles. "How'd you know what I wanted to eat?" you questioned, leaning against the smooth tub. "If I asked you, the stores would all be closed by the time you could make up your mind. trust me you'll like it." you laid back in defeat. he left the bathroom and came back with a book, two candles, and a glass of your favorite wine. you watched in awe. as he filled your favorite glass with the liquid, and sat crisscrossed on the floor beside you. He lit the candles one by one, then handed the glass to you. "for you, my love," he said with a cheeky smile. you accept the glass, your heart pounding in response. how did you get so lucky? meanwhile, he's taking in your form with awe. how the hell did he get so lucky? you both smile mutually, staring into the eyes of the love of your lives. "I love you so much Jay," you mutter, making his heart flutter. he leans over the tub, placing a kiss on your nose. "I'm so in love with you y/n."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd smut #ceri drabbles #red hood x reader #NOT EDITED OMG

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rae-writes · 10 months

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something something fucking both past and present solomon bsjsjsjsksks

nightbringer has fired up my love for our lovely sorcerer

nsfw

Fucking present!Solomon is typically quick, hushed, and full of teasing remarks. There's always some kind of time limit; one of you has somewhere to be, you're fucking in a public/semi-public area, one of the demons (or angels) is bound to come looking for you if you're gone too long, etc.

His grip is firm and almost rough against your body, hands going straight to where he knows it'll make you melt, tone entirely too smug and mischievous. Solomon acts as if he has all the time in the world when he's very well aware he doesn't, so his hips maintain a fast pace, sometimes harsh if he's particularly worked up.

He never slows down for a second, nor does he ever shut his mouth- except for when his lips are on yours. His words are dripping with the sins of the demons bonded to you— pride from having you all to himself, greed from never wanting to let you go, envy from knowing he'll have to let you go, wrath from having to always time your moments together, lust from you being so fucking perfect for him, gluttony from wanting more and more, sloth from wishing to just keep you wrapped up in his arms and never go anywhere again.

Solomon's kiss is searing and sloppy as he whispers in your ear; "everyone's after you and yet you're here with me" , "all. fucking. mine. yeah? yeah. say it again." , "tighten down around me harder, come on, we don't have a lot of time." , "fuck, yes, that's it sweetheart, fuck!"

Fucking past!Solomon is slower, still quiet but without the fear of being loud, and full of praise from the usually teasing sorcerer. There's no rush whenever he brings you in close with the intention of bringing you pleasure, nowhere to be after your attendant 'shift' is over, no risks of anyone walking in; you live together, now, share the same space and go to sleep in the same bed despite having separate rooms.

When the two of you first got settled, he was on cloud nine, urging you to be louder and louder until he could hear your beautiful voice echoing off the walls of whatever room he'd decided to take you in. The time you've been given has him thrusting in and out of you at a steady, slow pace, though no less electrifying.

His hands explore your body as if he'd never done it before, dipping and pressing into all the curves and areas that make you jolt in sensitivity. They cradle your face, massage your hips, interlace your own hands- he can't keep them off you. There's finally a space for just you and him and he can't get enough of it.

Here, as his lips meet yours, it's slow and passionate, eyes fluttering to get lost in the feeling, head swimming with pure desire for the other. There's no sin dripping past his lips now, only need and contentment as he praises you for anything and everything.

There's not a single teasing lilt in his voice as he whispers into your ear, only awe and want and sometimes the undertone of begging if he's particularly worked up; "you're so pretty for me, so, so pretty and so good." , "yeah, baby, like that, making me feel s'good." , "oh? right here? yeah? okay, pretty, right here." , "shh, I'll make you cum, let's just slow down for a bit, hmm? wanna savor it."

gods he's just so <33

#obey me x reader #om x reader #obey me smut #obey me smut drabbles #om smut #solomon x reader #solomon smut #om solomon #obey me solomon #nightbringer x reader #obey me nightbringer x reader #nightbringer smut

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bigassmoonchild · 8 months

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Feral

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

The first three parts give context, but aren't required for this read.

Summary: You had your problems with your squad, no different than anyone else running their first. One Alpha, Michael, gave you the most problems, dragging you from leave to punish them all. It didn't take long for him to become your biggest problem, or for Simon to try and take care of him.

Content Tags: Shouting (not w/ between Ghost & Reader), A lot of Anger, Fluff, Protective Ghost, Violence, Fighting, Ghost shows his Face, Non-Sexual Punishments, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, No use of Y/N

A/N: I woke up this morning with over 100 notifications from tumblr, and I've spent all morning trying to think of another part for Maple Syrup. As always, content is under the cut and my asks are wide open <3.

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Ghost could watch you forever. Seeing how you flit around the soldiers, taking care of each of them, barking orders at your own little squad. After being removed from missions, you were able to convince whoever would listen to give you a squad to train, a group of hopeful combat medics.

Sometimes he would find himself watching what you were doing, and he would inch himself close enough to hear what you'd be telling them. Sometimes, it was nothing short of you screaming at them, other times it might be explaining how to stitch someone up. Most times, you sat back and watched as they worked through the exercise that you had created for them.

You were still off on leave, leaving your squad under the hands of Soap and Gaz to train them further on combat situations. Ghost had spoken with them a few times, listening to them rant about the soldiers you had to deal with. Especially one Alpha, who had been demoted from a regular soldier to being entrusted with saving others.

So when Ghost got the first hint of your scent, not the stale one, his head spun to the doors. Your leave was supposed to last another 6 days, not that Ghost was counting, and worry spiked through him. Had something happened? Was everything okay with your family, or did you merely forget one of the gifts you were giving to your nieces and nephews?

When the door slammed open, your eyes gazed across the mess hall. Your brows were furrowed and Ghost could smell the anger lacing your scent, alongside the musty smell of the rain that was coming down. The room had gone silent, everyone looking over at you. Your eyes locked on your squad, body tensed.

"Get the fuck outside," you growled, staring through your squad. They hesitated and your fist slammed into the wall. "Now!" You shouted, watching as they scrambled up and moved. All but the Alpha, who moved leisurely. Your eyes didn't leave his and you pointed. "You move any slower and I'll have you dishonorably discharged for insubordination," the man didn't flinch.

He gave a smile, looking at you. "You're not even a soldier, you have no say in what I do," your muscles relaxed, leaning your head back, eyes falling closed. Ghost stood, moving towards the two of you, opening his mouth to say something.

"You're on my squad, you do as I say, unless you want me to remove you. You want this to be your last strike?" The Alpha looked away, opening his mouth to make a remark.

"I'm sure there isn't going to be a problem, is there?" Ghost finally spoke up, moving beside the man and staring down at him. The Alpha scoffed and walked away, leaving you looking around.

You gave a soft smile. "Leave your stuff, it'll be cleaned up," and you turned and walked away, adjusting a hood onto your head. Ghost stared after you before walking back to Soap and Gaz, sitting beside them again.

"What the hell happened?"

You stood in the rain, having grabbed another jacket to protect you from the chill of the wind, alongside the rain beating against you. Your squad was running until they collapsed or someone admitted who caused the problems. You knew, though, that the stubborn Alpha in your squad was always the problem.

"You need to get back here," Soap said into the phone. "I honestly don't know what to do with them," and you booked a flight.

Now you were waiting, patiently. Someone would give in soon enough, someone always did. There would always be a weak link, and if it took running them until they threw up so be it. A hand fell on your shoulder and you looked back, eyes climbing to find Ghost standing behind you.

"I've never heard you scream," you laughed, looking back to your squad. The Alpha ran at the front of them, no reaction to the amount of running he was doing. You were pretty sure he had lapped everyone at some point, but you weren't paying close enough attention.

You looked back to Ghost. "You have most definitely heard me scream, just not angrily. Soap called, said that the squad was getting out of control and they didn't know what to do," you sighed. "I thought I taught them better, but I guess I haven't treated them exactly like soldiers," Ghost hummed behind you, eyes trailing the Alpha.

A shiver ran through you and Ghost pulled you back into him, letting you soak in his own warmth. "Does he always give you problems?" You nodded, letting him take on your weight as you leaned against him.

"There is rarely a day that goes by when he doesn't give some form of lip, but everyone's grown used to it, I guess," you whispered, sighing deeply. It bothered you, so much, that you couldn't get all of your squad to act like it. Like a pack. "He's just trying to take control back. He was kicked from his last squad because of similar problems, speaking down on Betas and Omegas," Ghosts scent changed a little, but you weren't able to decipher what it was before it had disappeared.

Neither of you spoke for some time, merely watching the group of wanna-be's run around and around. You wanted to be back home, with your family and watching the little ones run around, not some grown adults. You just wanted to be able to control the squad like other people, but you needed a break. So you went on leave, but came back too soon.

There wasn't much of choice, though. Either let Soap and Gaz keep getting eaten alive, or you come back and beat them back down, but maybe if you talked to Simon he would've been able to help. No, this was your squad, they were your responsibility. You'd have to be a Drill Sergeant, and it was already giving you a headache.

You pushed off Ghost, watching as one of the Omegas stumbled before righting herself. You gave a deep sigh. "Get over here!" You shouted over the rain and wind. As everyone gathered, you glared through them. "I am not your mother. I shouldn't be coming back from leave early because your senior officers are unable to control you," you huffed, looking away for a moment.

The rain still pattered down, and the Alpha was looking away. You couldn't decipher how you felt about him, but you knew it was heavy dislike. Something about the man made you uncomfortable.

"You'd expect a group of adults to behave better than a group of pups, but I suppose none of you have grown," the Alpha opened his mouth to speak and Ghost took a step forward, daring him to make a comment. "I haven't been treating you as soldiers, clearly, so from now on you'll be meeting up with Task Force 141 to being your morning training," a smile graced your features.

You'd spoken with Price briefly over the phone on your flight back. It didn't take much to convince him, and his tone gave you the chills once or twice as he described what he could do. You didn't mention anything to Ghost. You weren't entirely sure what he would do if he found out you were being dragged away from your family because of a problem child.

Everything was still in the air, what you would end up doing with them. As you gazed across, the only person not having any form of regret was the Alpha. Michael. If you could, you would have rejected him from being a part of your team. You'd read his file, it was nothing short of infraction after infraction.

You gave a deep breath. "You're going to go into the mess hall and clean it, if I come in there tomorrow and find even a crumb you'll be stuck cleaning it every day until you leave," no one moved. "What are you waiting for?" They scattered into the wind, Michael still taking everything at his own speed.

Ghost grabbed his soldier, eyes not leaving the mans. "You'll be with me," and you watched him get dragged away. You were finally free to take a warm shower, perhaps curl into your nest for some sleep you'd lost while traveling.

It was late in the evening when you heard from Simon. He had walked into your room, taking his boots off and crawling next to you in your nest. His balaclava scratched at your neck as he scented you, brushing his cheek against you.

You turned the page in your book, letting the large Alpha nearly curl around you. Your fingers found the top of his head, scratching at him over the balaclava. Yet to see his face, you never pushed it. It was none of your business to push him, even as his mate.

You could hear him chuffing softly, nose digging into your neck slightly. It was quiet for some time, outside of the chuffing of Simon and the pages turning from your book. His hands were around you, tugging you closer to him as your fingers continued scratching.

The chuffing quieted, a bothered grunt coming from him. "Want to feel your hand," he muttered, tugging at his balaclava before being able to pull it off entirely.

You didn't look, didn't move, just kept on reading as your fingers found hair. That made you pause, brows furrowed as you turned to look at him from where he returned to your neck, his chuffs returning.

Purring, you tugged him to look at you, book falling from your hand. Simon groaned softly, trying to pull his head out of your grip. A quiet be still, coming from you before he paused, eyes opening to glance down at you.

Scars littered his face, your fingers finding some of the larger ones to stroke at, trying to memorize every part of his face. You could see his cheeks growing a little red and you laughed softly, pressing your hands to his cheeks.

"Little embarrassed of being looked at so thoroughly?" Simon looked away, finally pulling out of your grip and hiding his face back against your neck. You could feel him lick you slightly, laying down a nip or two, his hands tugging you against him again.

It was a few moments later that either of you finally said anything. "What did you do with Michael?" Simon huffed against you, a quiet who?, coming from him. "The Alpha you pulled away from the rest of the squad," you added.

Simon pulled away to look at you fully. "Nothing illegal," you looked at him, smile dropping. He gave you a little grin. "Just gave him some things to do to get all of his energy out, he had a little too much to be acting that way," you laughed.

The next morning, you had a knock on your office door. "Come in," it wasn't anyone you would've expected. Not Ghost, nor Soap or Gaz. Michael.

He slammed his hands on your desk and leaned over it. "I want out," you raised your brows. "I'm not gonna let some little doctor think she can control me," you gave out a deep sigh. "And what about Ghost? You fuck him to get where you are?"

"My relationship with the Lieutenant is none of your business, soldier," you answered, crossing your legs. "You want out? You leave this squad and it's the last place you'll be. You know you can't join the military again if you get discharged. Too many infractions," you shrugged, pulling his file out of your desk. He looked at it.

Lunging for it, you pulled it out of his reach. "Who the hell gave that to you?" You laughed at him, his scent changing to something reeking of anger. God, why were you able to smell him? "Or, is it because you're an Omega?" He smiled shortly.

You stood. "You haven't been taking your suppressants as prescribed, have you?" There was no other answer for why he was so angry constantly. Without a consistent dosage, the androstenone in him would be too high to think properly. He could go feral.

Lunging for your phone, you were only able to get one number dialed before he threw it into the wall. "A little Omega bitch, fucking Ghost in order to get where she is," he snorted. The door was cracked open still, but Michael was in the way. There was no leaving.

Looking away, you blinked slowly. "I'm assuming this is how you were removed from your last squad," he threw your chair into the wall and you opened the file.

"You have no right to read that, you bitch," he growled, trying to grab it over your desk. You pulled it back, Michael growling deep in his chest. "You're gonna give me that, or I'm gonna fucking kill you," you could feel your heart in your stomach. Sure, you could fight but it was nothing with an almost feral Alpha trying to kill you.

Glancing around, you had to look for something to hopefully protect yourself with. A man like Michael could easily kill you, you didn't doubt it. One wrong punch and you'd be in the infirmary, another and you could be out of it. Forever.

"You touch her and you'll find out why I'm feared," Simon. You could feel the relief coursing through you. He wouldn't let anything happen to you, let alone allow another Alpha to hurt you. You looked between the two, seeing Michaels face slowly start to drop.

You dove under your desk the second either of them moved, a growl ripping through the area as you heard a body slam into the wall in front of you. You knew the fear on your scent would be pungent, especially to Ghost.

And it was. He could smell it from down the hall, causing a spark of fear to course through himself. The only other thing he could smell was another Alpha, and he hoped to god he wouldn't be too late. When he opened the door just a tad bit more, he heard the threats.

It set something off in him that he hadn't felt in a long, long time. He didn't hesitate before throwing the other Alpha into the wall, seeing you dive under your desk in his peripheral. His fists found the man, but it barely did anything. A feral Alpha would do anything to kill whoever he saw, and Ghost could hear shouts coming from the hall.

Michael charged at Ghost, who braced for impact, colliding with him and being dragged into the hall and on the wall across from your office. Ghosts knee found Michael gut, throwing him onto the ground and climbing over him.

Some MP's had come careening down the hall, guns up and shouting commands. Ghost tried holding the man down, but it didn't do too much before he was bucked off and climbing to his feet. The fear was still pungent on your scent and it set Ghost off.

He couldn't do anything before gunshots echoed down the hall and Michael collapsed. A few tranq darts scattered along his back.

Ghost was put on administrative leave, pending investigation. You'd used the rest of your leave to be able to stay with him and for the entire duration you weren't out of his eyesight.

Showering? He was standing against the far wall, staring through the doorway.

Trying to use the bathroom? The locks on your bathroom doors had never been used more, and when you left he would be standing in front of it.

For some time you had also been far to shaken to let Simon leave your eyesight. There was nothing he would do that you weren't following him for, his showers left you sitting on the counter and talking to him, even without a response. You didn't go into the bathroom with him, but sat by the door as your eyes flittered around to each corner of the room, looking for feral Alphas.

Before either of you became more comfortable, Simon wouldn't even go into your nest. He would sit outside of it, never moving much at all. It took you panicking in the middle of the night for him to start going back inside of your nest.

Neither of you knew what the future would look like, but as long as you had each other, you figured you'd be alright.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #no use of y/n #canon typical violence #fights #Protective Ghost #cod mw2 #call of duty #ghost mw2 #modern warfare ii #reader insert #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alpha/beta/omega verse #i got to season 4 #i hope you guys like it #Maple Syrup

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another-lost-mc · 10 months

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When MC Drives For Them on a Road Trip

THE DEMON BROTHERS

1.7k words | NSFW | gn!Reader

Content warnings: Mostly lots of fluff and family dynamics, minor cursing. Some suggestive content but nothing explicit.

A/N: I think they'd appreciate the novelty of MC driving them on a road trip in the human world. I think they'd find it attractive too.

LUCIFER

He offers to drive if you don't want to because his main priority is that you enjoy yourself.

If you insist on driving, he wants to sit in the passenger seat, and he'll play play rock-paper-scissors if that's what it takes.

If you need directions, he reads them off your phone for you instead of using the GPS.

He adjusts the trip so you drive along the scenic routes instead of the busy freeways—it's nicer for sight-seeing.

(And it's a convenient excuse to spend more time with you if you're the only ones in the car.)

He won't admit it, but he's concerned about the other terrible drivers out there so he'll choose whatever route avoids the busiest highways if he can.

He tells you that you can listen to whatever music you like, but he’s very happy if you choose to play something more suited to his tastes.

If you place your free hand across the gear shift, he'll lace his fingers with yours, even if his brothers in the back seat whine or tease him about it.

If you go on an evening drive together, there's a very good chance you'll end up making out after he drags you into his lap.

He likes to get you worked up, and then he smirks when you drive back faster than necessary.

MAMMON

He's willing to drive for you too, even though the others will complain about it.

They tell you that he's so reckless when he drives, but you've never seen anything like that in your experience.

(He drives slower and safer because you're in the car with him.)

He's also willing to play rock-paper-scissors for the front seat, and he’ll start offering bribes to whoever won if they’ll let him have their spot.

He turns the volume up if you want to listen to music in the car—he says it helps drown out the losers stuck in the back seat.

He usually puts on the playlist you made together so it's the perfect blend of both your favourite music.

If any of his brothers are in the car, he doesn't hesitate to offer you his hand across the gear shift.

If you're alone, he'll rest his hand on your thigh or he'll stretch his arm across the back of your seat.

He's too distracted chatting with you to offer to help with directions, so you'll need your GPS for that.

He won't complain about your driving at all—he might even encourage you to drive faster.

He will 100% will make out with you in the car, and if he's feeling particularly riled up, he might ask you to ride him in the front seat, or he'll fuck you against the hood.

LEVIATHAN

He doesn't mind sitting in the back seat—the glare from the windshield can be annoying if he wants to play his handheld.

If he's not watching a livestream on his phone, he might request to listen to playlist of his favourite anime opening/ending songs.

(You already have it on your phone, sometimes you listen to it when you miss him.)

He thinks it's hot cool that you know how to drive, but he won't admit it.

He might joke that it's a good thing you're a better driver in the human world than you are playing Devil Kart.

If you pretend to be offended, he gets flustered and stutters when he tries to apologize.

Depending on how well he slept the night before your trip, he might doze off beside you even though he tries to stay awake.

He spends half the trip glancing at you nervously and wiping his clammy hands on his pant leg before he clears his throat dramatically and holds his hand palm-up over the gear shift.

He stares out the window and pretends he doesn't care what you do, but you can tell he's smiling when you take his hand in yours.

He's too anxious to initiate anything in the car, but he will fall to pieces if you suggest he gets in the back seat.

He turns beet-red when you tell him it'll be more comfortable to blow him or ride him back there, and he fumbles with his seatbelt in his haste to switch seats.

SATAN

He would prefer to sit in the front seat with you, but he won't throw too much of a fit if he can't.

The exception being: if Lucifer ends up sitting next to you, Satan will sit behind him and kick the back of his seat throughout the entire trip.

He feigns innocence when you glance at him over your shoulder, but you hear his quiet grumble about how Lucifer started it (even when he didn't).

It's so much worse if Lucifer, Satan and Belphie are in the car together.

Lucifer insists that their antics are too disruptive for you and it usually devolves into him warning them to behave or else.

All you have to do is threaten to withhold cuddles/napping together/kissing and they (mostly) behave themselves after that.

Satan prefers to keep the radio volume low because he'd rather talk to you than listen to music.

He brought a book with him, but more often than not it ends up ignored on his lap while you chat for most of the drive instead.

He'll reach for your hand if it's free, or he'll rest his hand on your thigh if it's not.

He's the one climbing into the back seat and trying to drag you back there with him as soon as you've parked the car somewhere partially secluded.

ASMODEUS

He likes sitting in the front seat where the sun is bright and warm, and he likes being able to stretch out and relax.

He buys you new sunglasses, even if you have your own.

They match the new ones he bought himself, and he likes to compliment how good they look on you.

(He gets annoyed if Mammon any of his brothers try to wear them, he bought them for you.)

He'll sing along with whatever music is playing.

He gets a little flustered when you compliment his singing, so don't be surprised if he scrolls through your playlist and croons out a sappy love ballad to get you worked up in retaliation.

If you're not listening to music, he scrolls through his social media feeds and updates you on the latest gossip.

He's also taking lots of pictures and videos of human world scenery and neat things he sees along the way.

He takes a lot of pictures of you, too.

He likes to hold your hand while you drive.

If he feels particularly affectionate, he tells you quietly how much he appreciates spending quality time with you like this.

He's not as fond of car quickies—a heated make out session to tease you is as far as he normally pushes things.

After a long drive, he's more interested in drawing a warm bath for both of you so you can relax properly after being cramped in the car all day.

Besides, he'd rather take his time when he shows his appreciation for you between soft sheets on a comfortable bed.

BEELZEBUB

You basically give him the passenger seat by default because you know he'd be too cramped in the back seat.

He feels bad if the others whine about it, and he'll offer to switch seats if that means they'll stop bothering you.

Of course, that's very nice of him to offer, but no, they can deal with it.

He feels bad chatting with you too much because he thinks it's distracting, but he's more talkative if you reassure him it's fine.

He packed a lot of snacks for the trip, but most of them are in the backseat or the trunk.

If he keeps them in the front seat, they won't last very long.

If you see a farmer's stand along a country road, you pull over so he can look at whatever's for sale.

You figure buying fresh fruit or home-baked goods is better than buying junk at a gas station, and Beel appreciates the snack variety.

He doesn't buy a lot of souvenirs on these types of trips because he spends a lot of money on buying food to share with you instead.

Trips with Beel take a bit longer because of food-related detours, but the others enjoy them too even if they don't want to admit it.

They like knowing you're well-fed and rested if you're driving, and they can trust Beel take care of you in that way.

If he's feeling frisky, Beel's more likely to press you against the hood or side of the car if he wants to kiss you (or more).

He still prefers to you to bed properly once you've both had a shower and a snack together.

BELPHEGOR

He won't put up much of a fight for the front seat since the back is more comfortable for napping.

If it's just the two of you, he sits up front with a neck pillow (that you bought him), and you keep the music volume low if he's napping.

He's interested in the new places you explore together, and he likes picking up little souvenirs from your travels.

You offer to stop if he sees an interesting tourist attraction so he can take photos (usually of you, and Beel if he's there too).

He forgets to bring sunglasses with him which means he usually asks to borrow yours.

Sometimes he gives them back, sometimes he doesn't.

He'll hold your hand while you drive, or he'll trace little shapes into the top of your thigh to tease you.

He might rile you up on purpose so that you're a squirmy, needy mess.

If you drive somewhere secluded and pull over, he lays across the back seat and pulls you on top of him.

Kissing him is slow and lazy and indulgent, but if you ask him nicely, he'll make sure you're sated before you have to drive again.

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toruro · 1 year

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hhu + them being jealous

hhu + you being jealous

tags/warnings: non-explicit sexual content (18+), light angst, jealousy

w/c: 2.7k

request: Hi! I really love your work and can’t wait to read more. I loved the hhu jealousy scenario and was wondering if you could please do a hhu scenario where they’re the ones who are jealous? No worries if not! Thank you so much!!

seungcheol

i just know seungcheol is possessive as fuck—he finds you so beautiful and sweet and so perfect in general that it's less of him not trusting you and a lot of him not trusting other men. when you're at a party, you'd told him you were going off to some other room to talk with your friends and he smiles sweetly at you, watching you walk away before turning back and joining the conversation with his own friends. it'll be a peaceful half an hour or so when he grows bored and wants to go grab a snack, deciding to find you so the both of you can eat together. when he walks into a room and finds you laughing along some people he hasn't met before, he gets curious. when cheol sees a guy look at you not too innocently as you laugh at a joke he made, he sees red.

cheol would march up to you, giving you no warning that he's even here before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his side, eyes set on jaeho the whole time. you stumble a little, falling into his arms and shooting one arm up to brace cheol's bicep and steady yourself. you're naturally a little surprised, but when you look up at him, you realize that you definitely know this look. cheol is jealous. now normally, this would be extremely endearing, and you're about to let him pull you away but suddenly jaeho is speaking. "easy there," jaehoe says, hardly audible but cheol hears it.

"the fuck did you just say?" he nearly spits out, stepping forward and nudging you behind him. the jaeho that was cocky, confident, and ever so ready to talk back now cowers slightly with cheol's approach, and a little bit of pride swells through your heart. honestly, you didn't catch on to jaeho's innuendos earlier, but you're glad that cheol did. when jaeho doesn't respond, your boyfriend scoffs, turning back around to roughly hold your hand and pull you out the room. his initial plans was for you two to get grab a snack from the kitchen, but now cheol is basically dragging you out the door and to his car while you try and get him to walk just a little slower. after he gruffly steps into the driver seat, letting you settle into the seat next to him, he huffs. it's silent for a few moments, and you internally wonder if you did something wrong as cheol begins to start the car and head in the direction of your apartment.

after what is an unbearable silence you'd be speaking. "cheolie," your voice is soft, and he can't help but give in to how his name flows off your tongue, "are you mad at me?" he'd look at you when there's a red light, and you're looking up at him with big, concerned eyes that has his heart fluttering and almost forgetting about why he's grumpy in the first place. "no, not at you," he'd sigh, pulling into the apartment building. you ponder for a moment, before replying, "at jaeho?" cheol would give you That Look when he finally parks, and you realize that maybe you should have kept your mouth shut. "don't say his name," he demands, stepping out of the car and helping you get out of your side. you press your lips tight together as cheol hastily leads you both up to your home.

once you're inside, cheol would be all over you. in a mess of of lips and tongue and hands, he'd have you propped up against the kitchen counter and proceed to fuck you standing up. it would be hot and it would be hard and it would be fast and you'd be so fucking dizzy afterwards. even in your fucked out state, cheol won't let you cum until you're basically screaming that it's him and only him who can make you cum. basically fucks you so hard that by the end of the night, you probably won't even remember how to spell 'jaeho' let alone remember his name or who he is.

wonwoo

wonwoo is always so composed it's hard to tell when he's actually mad or upset with something, although with years of being with him, you've started to pick up on the signs. you were surprised when wonwoo suggested this outing with a larger group of friends—he usually likes to stick with the small group of friends you have, but he said something about it being summer and wanted to go out and experiment and of course, there's no way for you to turn him down. you enjoy getting prettied up and all dressed up in a cute shirt and skirt that you've been itching to wear, and wonwoo would feel so happy just by seeing you get so excited and cute, although all those warm feelings drift away when one of your mutual friends introduces you to jaeho.

he's a friend of your friends and right off the bat, wonwoo senses something off about him. now, wonwoo isn't one to cause a scene unless it's absolutely necessary, and he doesn't want to take any action unless he really feels like theres a problem. he stays by your side the whole night, not letting you let go of his hand or leave his side, and you just take it as wonwoo being a little extra clingy for no apparent reason. wonwoo himself would be a little confused; jaeho hasn't necessarily said anything yet that's odd, but he just swears it's the way that man is looking at you, laughing hard at your not-super-funny jokes (he apologizes to you in his head for thinking that), and spending too much time in general trying to get close to you.

your personality is slightly too bubbly and excited tonight to catch onto it, but wonwoo definitely does, and he definitely doesn't like it. when he pulls you close to his side, being more affectionate than he usually is in public, you don't really place why it's happening. that is, until jaeho says something that has both you and wonwoo stilling. "you know you can let her go, right?" jaeho says, and there's a smirk on his face as if he's just made the funniest joke in the world. wonwoo chuckles, but not with jaeho—he's laughing at jaeho. standing up from his spot next to around the fire pit, he shifts his hand from your waist to your hand so that he can pull you up with him. he doesn't really say anything as it dawns on you why he's been like this all night, a look of guilt making its way onto your face, annoyed at yourself that you didn't notice sooner. as you follow him to walk away, wonwoo stops, turning to look around at jaeho who seems to be holding in another retort. wonwoo raises his brow, encouraging him to go on. "so what, you're just gonna drag her away now?"

"yeah i am," wonwoo says casually, and jaeho scoffs. "and she's going to listen to every word i say, right angel?" your boyfriend continues, gazing down at you so intensely you might just crumble on the spot. you nod your head along vigorously, knowing that it's the truth. that's all it takes for jaeho to go silent, letting wonwoo lead you to his car. he's silent as he begins the drive home, but after a few moments, he reaches his hand over and places it on your thigh. "i love you," he says, and you place your hand over his with a smile. "i love you," you repeat after him, taking the moment you're at a red light to capture his attention, "i'm sorry i didn't notice him being weird earlier, i thought he was just being nice."

wonwoo would turn to look at you and tell you that nothing is your fault, and once you both finally get home, he'd kiss you softly. tonight, wonwoo would be feeling more soft than anything. he's not mad at you—god no—but he's feeling a little...needy. but wonwoo is a dom through and through so he'd fuck you nice and slow tonight, taking time to unravel you and make you crack and break at his will, reminding both of you that he's the only one who can do this to you. he'd literally make love to you, and you'd both cum so intensely it reminds wonwoo that he might have you in the palm of his hand, but he's just as tightly wrapped around your finger as well.

mingyu

i think it's a tie between mingyu and cheol when it comes to getting jealous the most, but if one thing's for sure, mingyu is definitely more obvious about it. you're at a party tonight, and you stick by his side for a while before going off into some other part of the room to talk to your friends. mingyu is fine with it at first, until he sees a boy he doesn't know walk over to your group and join the conversation. that would literally be all it takes for mingyu's mood to drop, but he slightly a masochist and waits back to see just where this is going. sure enough, he can literally see jaeho smiling, smirking, and laughing in all the ways that mingyu knows is not sincere.

that's all it takes for him to leave his friends without a word (he can tell dokyeom and minghao he's sorry for ditching them later) and march up behind you. when you turn around you're met with the face of an extremely pouty mingyu. now, this isn't his first time getting jealous (or his second...or third...or fourth...or—okay, you get it), so by now you're used to the signs, and this is definitely one of them. you're slightly confused, since you aren't sure what's got him jealous, but once you trace his glare onto to jaeho, things start to piece together. you smirk a little at how he's letting a guy you can't give two shits about get to his head, letting mingyu wrap an arm around your waist so he can pull you close and somewhat possessively. you're about to speak to him when jaeho says something first, "oh who's this?" his voice is deceivingly playful, but mingyu catches the way jaeho's eyes glint with something more insincere.

you open your mouth to reply but you're cut off once again, this time by mingyu, who's interjecting, "her boyfriend. who are you?" his voice is laced with venom, and you aren't sure if you want to smile at how possessive he's being, or be slightly intimidated by what he might just do to jaeho. when jaeho doesn't respond within five seconds, mingyu speaks again, "oh i guess it's just no one important then." he shrugs nonchalantly and turns back to you. you can tell he's putting up a cold exterior, but the way his lip sticks out slightly is telling you that he's more sulky than anything. "let's go, yeah?" he says, and although it sounds firm, you know he's basically pleading with you right now.

lucky for mingyu, you aren't cruel and love him too much to put him through more, nodding your hand and slipping your hand into his as following behind him without as much as a goodbye to jaeho (much to your boyfriend's delight). you think he's about to take you out the door and to his car, so you're thoroughly surprised when he leads you to a bathroom instead. mingyu hardly gives you time to think before he's pressing you against the door, making out with you fervently in a desperate, hot mess.

and let me tell you, mingyu would fuck you so hard over the counter and facing the mirror, grunting about how pretty you look taking in all of him like a good girl. kisses you, sucks on your neck, plays with your clit, your tits—fucking ravishes you in general so he can punch moans out of you, definitely hoping that jaeho hears you screaming out mingyu's name like the angel you are.

vernon

it's difficult for me to imagine vernon being really jealous over anything. of course, he loves you so much and considers you nothing but his and only his, but he's also very level-headed and confident in himself as well as his relationship with you. that isn't to say that he doesn't catch himself getting a little annoyed when other men think that they might have a chance with his perfect girlfriend. tonight, you're out for dinner with a group of friends, a few of them bringing plus ones. now usually, vernon doesn't have a problem with you talking to other guys—for fuck's sake he has 12 boys as best friends and he'd be damned if he was too insecure to make you not talk to them.

but there's just something about jaeho. he can't quite place it until you excuse yourself to the bathroom and overhears the man saying something along the lines of, "she's so pretty, think i can bag her?" before his friend is muttering in hushed whispers, "that's her boyfriend you dumbass!" vernon watches jaeho's expression change from the corner of his vision, hoping that when you come back, the man will retreat his advances. spoiler aleart, he doesn't, and vernon swears that jaeho is borderline flirting with you in front of him as a way to prove a point.

now vernon doesn't like engaging in conflict of any kind, but his feelings and opinions also usually change when they have anything to do with you. suddenly, vernon is going from passive and trying to not let the irritation and jealousy get to him, to him gripping your thigh under the table and pulling you close to him. you glance at him and offer a smile, starting to pick up on what's going on. to be honest, you were slightly uncomfortable with jaeho's advances, but weren't sure if you should bring them up around everyone in this public setting. but now that your usually collected boyfriend is being quite apparent about his jealousy, you think it's time to leave. you and vernon share a look and nod, and he takes your hand and excuses the two of you. jaeho's eyes trail towards you, but vernon shoots him down with a glare that sends him sinking back into his seat with shame.

on the way to his car, vernon mumbles something along the lines of, "he was literally eye fucking you." you'd laugh, but notice how vernon looks a little...pouty. it'd have your heart melting and you would have to cling to his arm. "he was weird," you agree, "and i'm glad it's just you and me now." vernon's lips twitch up into a smile at your second comment, but he still seems sullen when you both pile into the car. "why do you have to be so perfect?" vernon groans as he starts the car, and this time you can't hold back your laugh. "i swear, guys need to stop thinking they have a chance with you." you shrug, "whatever they think doesn't matter anyways, since i only love you." vernon finally breaks out into a grin at the next red light, turning to you, "i love you."

when you get home, vernon basically throws you onto the couch and eats you out for what feels like ages in hopes of turning your brain to mush. he succeeds, of course, and after making you come down from what you think just might be your third orgasm from his tongue alone, he'd fuck you 'til you're a shaking, overstimulated mess. he's definitely trying to prove to both you and himself that he's the only person who can and will make you feel like this, and it's easy to say that the message was well received.

a/n: hope you enjoyed! sorry this took some time to get out, and if i'm being honest i'm not super happy with how these turned out so lmk how you liked it! please leave likes/comments/reblogs c:

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chrisrin · 2 months

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i dont think my ass has drawn a single thing since the start of the year. i'm definitely taking it slower. the shop stuff has been taking up a lot of time, so that's part of it, but i'm also just trying to explore some more new hobbies.

i picked up piano recently after wanting to commit to it for a long time but never having the motivation to.

i've started going to the gym 3 times a week (been doing it consistently since nooovember?)

i'm trying to read a book a month at minimum (on track with this and currently reading through Plunder: Private Equity's Plan to Pillage America by Brendan Ballou, insanely recommend it if you're into that sort of subject!)

picking up learning a language again (i studied japanese in high school for 3-ish years before dropping it)

playing more video games (persona 3 reload has been such a treat)

sometimes i feel a bit bad for not drawing so much but then i think about my gemcyt/gemstuck phase last year and i think i more than make up for getting a little break for a few months.

also i still need to finish slow motion, it'll happen this year. at some point. for sure.

#chris talks

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cheriladycl01 · 1 month

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Could you do fic for Peter 'Bono' Bonnington with wife reader? He's sad that Lewis crashed during the race and he felt that it was his fault. She assured him that it was not and comforted him. Maybe some surprises for him. I'll let you decide what it was. Just something fluff and cute. Tag me later!! Thanks! :))

Mercedes Madness - Peter Bonnington x Wife! Reader

Plot: Lewis doesn't have a great race, going from Pole Position to a DNF at his home race. A lot played part in the cause of the crash but your Peter Bonnington cant help but feel like it's his fault. But his wife will always be there for post-race comfort!

Credit to husbono for the GIF

It was a great weekend for Mercedes at Silverstone, they had Lewis in pole position and George next to him in P2 meaning they had the whole front line to themselves and would be able to defend from the Red Bull and McLaren that sat behind them in P3 and P4.

This was a race-weekend you were invited to every time as it was a big home race not just for the team having Lewis and George driving for them, but for you and Peter where it was also where you both grew up.

Having Lewis and George locking out the front row on the Saturday ahead of Sunday felt like a good omen for you.

However that is not how the race went down, both car's seemed to have cooling issues making it shaky and just generally harder to drive. The pit stops on top of that seemed to be slower than they had all season and communication on the pit wall at Mercedes had been awful, causing George to slip down into P6 and eventually caused Lewis and Carlos to get into a accident where Lewis wasn't able to turn his car wide enough to leave room for Carlos.

Commentator: Oh and look at that, contact between Sainz and Hamilton and he's off. The man who was set up to win it all is OUT! There's no way he can recover that car!" Commentator: Oh! Here's Bono on the radio. Bono Radio: Sorry Lewis, race over. Lewis Radio: Yeah sorry I couldn't bring it home. Bono Radio: We'll talk in debrief tonight, wasn't a good day!

Carlos was able to continue his drive, only needing to pit for a new front wing but Lewis had to retire the car.

Toto was unhappy of course, what could have turned out to be the best weekend for Mercedes since 2021 turned into a complete shit-show with how disconnected the team were.

After the race, and all the interviews and the debrief, you and Peter drove home in complete silence. You could tell he just needed some time to think, he liked doing that. Sometimes you would worry he'd send himself into a pit of bad thoughts but he always came back with a nod and a soft smile to let you know he was okay.

As you pulled into the drive way he walked straight to the bedroom, you quickly followed after him seeing him getting into some lounge wear before crawling into bed wrapping the covers around him, laying while looking up at the plain white ceiling.

"Baby, you know today wasn't just on you right? The whole team was a mess!" you offer, watching over his expression and the way he's breathing in and out slowly.

"I could have done things different..." he sighs looking over at you.

"Mmm, but so could the engineers... and Toto, and even Lewis. But we'll make a comeback in Spa, I know you feel as though your to blame and yes maybe you could have called out better strats but the race is done... George still got the team points. But if you keep your mind open on this race, it'll be the same in Spa!" you advise pulling him into a hug which he accepts slinking a soft hand around your waist.

"I don't know what i did to deserve you!" he sighs rolling over onto his side and kissing you softly.

"Let's get some sleep, tomorrow will be a better day" you say still holding onto him.

The next morning you quietly got out of your bed, making your side as quietly as possible so you didn't wake up your sleeping and clearly exhausted husband.

You went and got yourself ready in the family bathroom rather than the ensuite in your room, not wanting to wake Peter up. After getting ready for the day you ventured out for the morning errands you'd told yourself you'd do.

You wanted to surprise Peter with an entire relax and restoration day. You hit up your guy's local spa/gym asking for a few treatments you know Peter liked to get for later on in the day. You then went to the cinema and purchased two tickets to a film that Peter had been wanting to see but due to all the travelling he hadn't had the chance to.

You then went to his favorite bakery buying a large box of all of his best sweet treats he would enjoy after race weekends.

Finally you ended your trip at the shops buying a ingredients for a special dinner you'd cook him tonight and a few snacks that you guys would take into the cinema with you.

You come home, stepping into the door with all the shopping bags clutched in every way you could possibly hold them before chucking the car keys on the entryway table.

As you step into the kitchen your husband rushes up to you helping with the bags.

"Where have you been?" he asks looking over you, a small frown on his face.

"Just out!" you smile opening the fridge and checking the current food in there to see what was still in date.

"I woke up and you weren't here!" he admits with a groan and hugging you from behind.

"Mmmmm I've been planning for Peter Day!" you grin turning round.

"What is Peter Day?" he asks cocking his head to one side.

"Well, we'll start of with a run. Then we'll go to the Spa, and then the cinema and out for a light lunch. Then we'll come home and I've got the ingredients for your fav!" you smile, placing a kiss on his cheek before reaching into the tote bag that held some of the ingredients in and showing him before placing them in the fridge and cupboards.

"You did all that for me?" he asks.

"Well, it's been a tough weekend darling. You deserve some you time!" you smile, and he pulls you in for a hug putting his face in the crook of your neck. A relaxed sigh leaving him.

"Thank you really I love you so much. God what did i do to deserve you!" he smiles looking over you, kissing you one more time before helping you with the rest of the shopping.

"Okay, go get some running gear on! We'll go round the trail you like, even though it kills me!" you joke, knowing he preferred the uphill route because of the views rather than your nice job around the lake your house was next to.

"As much as I love your treats for today, promise me we can have a home day together tomorrow?" he asks looking over at you, and you nod because a home day was a rarity in the Bonnington household.

"Yeah, a home day sounds great love!"

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luveline · 11 months

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Hi!! I love your steve zombie au stuff i’ve read every single one! Idk If you’re comfortable but I’d love something about their first time together, even if it’s just them talking afterwards. I feel like they’d be so sweet and loving with each other. Just both be really happy to have that moment. No worries if not! I just really love your writing!!

hi thank you for your request! i changed it a little, hope it’s still okay! steve zombie au —you and Steve spend a few minutes in the afterglow of one of your first times together, 1k, fem!reader. MDNI 18+ ONLY – mature themes

When Steve lets go of your thigh, it aches. You let it flop to one side into the sheets, your hands reaching out for his naked chest as your own rises and falls. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. It takes him a lot longer to catch his breath than you, and for good reason.

"C'mere," you say, knowing you sound silly but unable to help it. You need a hug right now. "Steve–"

"I am," he promises, sitting on his haunches, a towel in hand. "Don't worry, look– lay back some more. There, honey."

Steve lies down on top of you in bed. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach. You get your arms behind each other's shoulders and cling.

"How was that?" he asks, still breathless as he turns his face on the pillow next to your head. His lips skips against your jaw with each word, he's so close to you.

You're getting better at knowing what you want, what he wants, and how to make it happen. The first time had been good, amazingly romantic and with a lot of happy crying, but a short mess. This time had been longer, slower, as loving as your first go but undeniably charged.

"Perfect," you say under your breath.

"Flatterer."

"Is it okay for you, going slow for so long?" you ask.

Steve massages your shoulder absent-mindedly, fingers flat to the back of it and thumb rubbing the hill. "I kind of need to. Or it'll… I'd finish too quickly."

"I don't mind if you want to do that," you say, enacting some massaging of your own. Your palm roves from between his shoulder blades to the soft hair at the back of his neck.

"I want it to be good for you," he says.

"'N' I want it to be good for you," you say.

"It is good for me, honey. I almost called you 'loser', but I didn't, because you need to listen to me." His lips touch your cheek lightly as he lifts his head, a purposeful and loving touch. "It's better than good for me. I sort of hope you'd be able to tell–"

You start laughing, embarrassed by his implication even while he's naked on top of you, and super, super in love with him. "You did sound like you were having fun," you croon.

He groans and tucks his face into your neck.

"You're not as loud," he says after a moment. "Is that… is that my fault?"

"I was holding my breath for most of it," you confess. You don't mean to, but the pressure, the warmth, the feeling of his skin on yours, it can tip into overwhelming. A good overwhelming, but overwhelming all the same.

"What?" He pushes himself up onto an elbow, his eyebrows pulled together in a heart-warming concern. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no," you say, again with an embarrassed, breathy laugh. "Stevie," —said softly, always— "it doesn't hurt, it's the opposite of hurting. I feel so– it feels…"

His eyebrows relax. Steve nods, curls of sweat-damp hair around his face jolting with the movement. "I know. I swear it feels better if you don't hold back."

"Not holding back."

"A bit."

"What if I make some really weird noise that turns you off?"

"I think," he says, leaning down inch by inch, "that would be physically impossible."

He kisses you sweetly, and then less so. Your lips part as he presses down on you, his hand cupping your cheek if only to hold you still. You have a bad habit of pulling up and knocking your teeth together.

"I liked the rough part too," you say.

He kisses your top lip lazily, but through his ardency he manages a hum. Go on?

"I liked how you got more, um, forceful… and it didn't hurt like last time, don't get stressed."

Last time, you'd asked him to be rougher sooner, and it pinched. It wasn't a big deal —you told him what it felt like and he stopped to make it better. Today, there'd been no need to stop. You'd asked him once not to stop, and he'd made a sound you'd never heard from him, a throaty groan that has heat rising to your cheeks remembering it, and the feeling of his hand tightening its grip on your thigh.

"Going slow is the answer to all our problems," Steve says. He takes your face into both hands and rubs your cheeks with his thumb, one then the other. It has you squinting with each pass.

"That's not true," you murmur.

"I know you like some stuff fast," Steve says, salacious and not. He gives you a quick, tight squeeze, kissing a stripe of nose-smushed, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your face before he pulls away. "Do me a favour? If the small sounds are any example, I really wanna hear the big ones. I need to, actually, or I'm not gonna make it."

You put a hand over his heart.

"Idiot," you say, and push him away from you.

Steve pretends to be pushed before plummeting back down for another smacking kiss, pressed to your cheek.

"Love you," he says, his eyes closed. "Love you. I love you."

"I love you too," you say.

"I love you," he says again, quieter than before.

"I know, handsome. I love you too."

His hand wanders down your side. You've started to feel his weight in your stomach, and his touch fosters a second kind of heaviness.

"Do you want to go again?" he asks quietly. Long fingers trail back up your waist, goosebumps erupting in their wake.

You drag your foot upward, knee rising, and close him in with your thigh. He takes it for the yes that it is and leans in for another kiss.

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1000sunnygo · 3 months

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One Piece 1093

//long post, manga spoilers ahead

Congratulations to Law for his second time trending as "Law's female form" and congrats to Kamiya Hiroshi too for trending alongside him!! (her?)

I have no doubt that Law's role would always be special to Kamiya. The way he strained his voice to raise his pitch to a new high made my throat sore on his behalf..... But I liked it more than I expected! I could feel in my bones that it was an uncomfortable transformation Law wanted to free himself from as soon as possible bwahahah

I like the anime original dialogue とにかく、ヤベぇ！(tonikaku, yabee!) Even with my crap japanese it was as hilarious as hearing him say "Anyway, I'm cooked!" I don't think Law uses the term "Yabee" a lot so that felt refreshing lol

It seems the more controversial quote was this one, the speech in Japanese would be literally translated to "my strength isn't coming out as usual". Personally, I didn't immediately associate it to weakness due to being woman but moreso as an additional side affect that came with it, after all, it's dubbed as a disease. I like to think Doc Q didn't only come up with it as a deranged fantasy but to impose a real handicap for the victim to have their body modified in a way that limits their ability to fight and use their usual powers, either due to magic or just out of discomfort. Unlike Ivankov's fruit that alters hormones, it's just a physical change, it makes sense why it's more unnatural and uncomfortable.

The female Law scene was animated by Yuu Yoshiyama, he also did Hancock's scene from Amazon Lilly invasion episode. The scene was fanservicey but thankfully not as over the top as the Bonney scene from few episode prior to this one. The episode didn't drag on even during the slower parts, the screentime was well spent. The obnoxious, repetitive closed up reaction shots weren't there.

Moving on to B part, nothing much to speak of Ishizuka's brilliant storyboard that hasn't been said. My favorite observation was this:

Some parts where characters didn't immediately follow up with a second attack was frustrating until I remembered Blackbeard and Law both put their lives on line when they use their fruit and so can't take risks. Cheaper trick shots and silly gimmicks that people blame Law for not using more frequently were probably never the best option. That said, unfortunately, Law lost the moment he used both his strongest attacks onscreen and failed. I don't think the fight was longer than what we saw here. The anime just made it more obvious.

Another anime original dialogue I liked is Blackbeard saying "what a handy ability you've got!" right before their final clash. He was using Tremor fruit until that point and then he switched to his OG attacks, it was unsettling how he's not only fighting but looking at Law's abilities as something that he'll soon take away from him. Unlike Doflamingo, Teach had no pre-decided plan involving Law's fruit and considered selling the fruit as appealing alternate as using it for its abilities. Honestly, we can't underestimate Doflamingo's knowledge. There's no way he stays in prison during the final arc.

And finally the Kuzan scene,,

rightfully the most praised section and probably my favorite part of the episode too. According to his tweet, Henry Thurlow animated the Kuzan scene traditionally on paper. Let's give Toei credit where it's due; they let their animators take time, be creative and love their work. Otherwise we wouldn't get scenes like this.

And that's it! The first (and the last?) time we see Heart pirates in proper action. Ch. 1081 is only ~17 chapters away. Hopefully we'll see it animated around the middle of this year. Hopefully Law's current condition in the manga is updated by then, otherwise it'll be very painful.

Twice already. Petition to let Pandaman become an official member of heart pirates.

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d. water law #marshall d. teach #one piece blackbeard #fem law #one piece meta #one piece anime #one piece manga spoiler #one piece episode 1093 #kamiya hiroshi #mine #heart pirates #blackbeard pirates #pandaman #kuzan

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is-the-snake-video-cute · 1 year

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I once heard someone talk about putting clay on a snake (specifically copperhead) bite to "pull the venom out". I doubt it's any more true than sucking the venom out, but is there any truth to it at all?

Nope, not at all. Absolute nonsense! Venom injection works mechanically a lot like a vaccine; it gets in your bloodstream so fast there's no way to pull it back out no matter what you try.

If you are bitten by a venomous snake, what you actually want to do is:

Get a picture of the snake that bit you, if at all possible

If you have a marker or a pen, draw a circle around the initially affected zone and jot down the time. That way, folks at the hospital will be able to judge how fast the venom is affecting you.

Remove any clothing or jewelry around the area - snake bites can cause massive swelling, especially viper bites.

Wash the bite with soap and water if you can.

Keep the bite lower than your heart - avoid the urge to elevate because that'll just help the venom move along quicker. Never, ever ice the wound or apply a tourniquet; you'll almost certainly lose the affected limb if you do that. Avoid compression bandages, too - that's a recipe for disaster with viper bites, so unless you're in Australia, just play it safe. Even if you're in Australia, don't use a compression bandage unless you know how.

It'll be hard, but try to stay as calm as you can. Remember you've got time, and the slower your heart rate is, the slower the venom is going to affect you.

And get to a hospital ASAP!!

#not a rating #snake venom #snake bites #snake myths

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drabbles-mc · 6 months

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It'll Get Done (Pt. 2)

Richie Jerimovich & F!Reader

Carmy Berzatto & F!Reader

Find Part 1 Here

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, canon-typical vibes

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: My writer's block has been brutal lately because of lift things, which is deeply unfortunate because I wanted to NaNo this month. But! I did write this for these guys. I just want to put them in rooms and let them talk to each other forever.

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Richie didn’t make it back before the end of the day. You only noticed because the kitchen was a little quieter. Not quiet, of course, but quieter. There was one less person that Carmy was yelling at and arguing with. It was amazing how much it cut down on the noise level.

Every now and then as Carmy raced back and forth between the front and the back of the house, you could feel him lingering behind you. The kid exuded stress in a way that you didn’t know was possible. You understood why, because most people if they were thrown into his position would’ve jumped off the sinking ship rather than trying to scoop the water out with a soup ladle, but sometimes you still felt like you should strap him to the chair in the office and force-feed him some of Richie’s Xanax.

You empathized with him. Or you empathized with him at least more than Richie did, which was a low bar these days. But despite the compassion you were dredging up to give him, there were still plenty of times when you felt him standing behind him and all you wanted to do was spin back around to him and ask him what his fucking deal was. It was easier to refrain from doing that on days when Richie was there because he would say it for you.

Carmy came all but skidding back through the kitchen towards the register, going back and forth between muttering and shouting, “Behind,” as he made his way through.

“Calm down, Jeff,” Tina said with a laugh as she went to take her pot off the stove.

You felt your jaw clench on Carmy’s behalf. Tina was knowledgeable about a lot of things and one of those things was, most definitely, how to get under Carmy’s skin. It wasn’t a difficult code to crack but there were so few people in the world who could do it with such expert precision. Her and Richie were two peas in a pod that way.

“It’d be easier for me to calm down, Tina,” Carmy snapped as he kept walking, “if we were able to pay our goddamn vendors!”

She was shaking her head at him—you caught it out of the corner of your eye. But you also noticed that she didn’t say anything more about it. Content to go back and lie in wait for something else to pop up that she could nettle him about. The end of the day might’ve been approaching quickly but you had the feeling in the pit of your stomach that she would be able to find something else before she clocked out without having to work too hard.

When Carmy came back into the kitchen a little while later, he was walking at a much slower pace than he had been before. You were sure that some of that had to do with the fact that the last of the customers had left, and presumably whatever vendor that had showed up looking for money had also left.

He looked on as everyone slowly but surely worked through their cleanup processes. He wasn’t looking at you, but you still asked him, “All good?”

His head snapped in your direction. “What?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out of you. It wasn’t funny per se, but if you didn’t laugh about it you’d end up crying. “What can I help you with, Carmen?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. N-nothing. No one can help me with,” he let out a huff, raking his hands through his hair, “fuckin’ anything.”

“Little dramatic,” you replied honestly, sarcastic but kind, “but alright.”

It got a weak chuckle out of him. “You know what the fuck was going on in Mikey’s head with all that shit?” he asked as he gestured to the office.

You didn’t have to turn and look where he was pointing to know how bad the mess was. You’d seen it while Mikey was making the mess. You’d been seeing it as Carmy made almost no headway in cleaning any of it up. You didn’t blame him for that. If you’d been in his position, you wouldn’t have any idea where to start either.

“Thank fuckin’ god no,” you finally answered him.

He pressed his lips into a thin line for a second as he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah that seems to be…yeah.”

“You should—”

“You can head out, Chef,” Carmy cut you off, and you didn’t know if he even realized that he’d done it. “I’ll finish cleaning up.”

You shook your head. “I can clean up my shit.”

He motioned for you to leave. “It’s fine. I got it.”

“Carm…”

“Seriously,” he reiterated. “Go.”

You looked at him for a moment, and that’s when you could see it in his eyes, the silent plea to just let him have some time to himself. You knew that feeling—it was the whole reason you’d shown up as early as you had that morning in the first place anyway. You knew better than to tell him that he should leave. He wasn’t going to and all it was going to do was turn into an argument. You didn’t need another one of those.

“Fine,” you said with a nod. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You ditched your apron and switched back into your casual shoes, stuffing everything else into your locker while you grabbed your bag and your jacket. Neither you nor Carmy spared each other another goodbye, or any other words in general as you headed out.

There was no point in getting your car keys out of your bag, not when the bar you went to with Richie all the time was within walking distance. The couple blocks felt way longer when it was cold out, but it wasn’t that bad yet.

The bartender recognized you when you walked in, giving you a smile and a nod as he moved to start pulling your drink together before you even sat down. He waited for you to get situated before asking, “Flying solo tonight?”

You laughed as you pulled your phone out of your bag. “That’s an excellent question. Let me call—” The rest of the sentence died on your tongue when the door to the bar flung open and Richie strode through. You instantly let it drop right back into your bag, eyes fixed on Richie even though you were talking to the bartender. “I’m not flying solo tonight, no.”

“Can’t believe you came over here without me!” Richie said as he walked over to you.

“Yeah, well,” you looked up at him from the stool you were sitting on as he clapped his hands down on your shoulders, “least I ordered you a drink.”

He laughed, leaning more onto you. His tone shifted completely as he spoke. “Have I ever told you that I love you?”

You rolled your eyes. “You can always tell me again.”

He kissed the side of your head. “I love you.”

“Damn right,” you said with a nod as Richie plopped down on the seat next to you. You waited until he was comfortable in his seat, leaning forward with his arms braced against the edge of the bar with his breathing evened out, before you tried to have anything resembling a real conversation. “Where the hell did you go all day?”

“What do you mean?”

“You expect me to believe that it was guys and places all day?” You were only bringing it up because, much to Carmy’s dismay, Richie usually was at the restaurant all day every day the place was open. He’d pop in and out briefly for whatever errands he assigned himself, but other than that he was present and accounted for. Being gone all day was noticeable, at least to you if no one else.

It was written all over his face that he was thinking about not elaborating. You saw the shifts in his expression as he tried to come up with a joke, or a lie, or anything besides getting into the reality of it all. But then when he looked you in the eyes again, all he could do was be honest with you. “Tiff called. Had to go pick Eva up from school.”

You nodded. “Got it.” You paused. “Wanna talk about it or—”

“No, no,” he laughed, shifting back into his usual demeanor. “We’re not doing that. You don’t get to do that.”

You let out a confused laugh. “I don’t get to do what?”

“You don’t get to try and use Eva to get out of telling me what the fuck your dumbass boyfriend did!” He paused as the bartender set both your drinks down, taking a moment to thank him before shifting his attention right back to you. “You first.”

You huffed, wishing that you could get out of it again. Even with things that were much lower-stakes, there was only so long that you could dodge Richie and his endless line of questions. You took a long sip of your drink as you tried to figure out what you wanted to say, how you wanted to try and say it. There was no way that you could tell the story that would end with him being anything but pissed off about the entire situation. You couldn’t blame him for that, either. After all, you were still pretty pissed off about it yourself.

“It’s nothing new,” you said, a cop-out you knew that he wasn’t going to accept.

He shook his head, looking down at the glass in his hands before looking at you again. “Tell me the old news, then.”

“I’m done being angry about it, Richie.”

“I’m not,” he replied with no hesitation.

It got you to laugh, at least. “That’s because you’re never done being angry about anything.”

He waited for you to look at him. “You’re really not gonna tell me what he did?” He paused, and when you didn’t say anything, he added on, “That bad?”

You shook your head, drumming your fingers on the outside of your glass. “That pointless.”

“Ah,” he waved you off with that same smirk you’d seen from him so often over the years, “another drink or two and I won’t be able to get you to stop talking shit about him.” He missed the look on your face as he looked back down at his drink and shook his head. “Fuckin’ jagoff.”

You chuckled, nodding. “Yeah—that we can agree on at least.”

“Speaking of which,” he gestured towards the door of the bar, “how was the fuckin’ executive toddler chef the rest of the day?”

You smiled, rolling your eyes. “An absolute gem once you walked out the door.”

For a split second you could see it on his face that he almost believed you. Then he smartened up and gave you a playful bump against your shoulder with his own. “Fuck you.”

#the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu #the bear fanfiction #richie jerimovich #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich x you #my writing #it'll get done #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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penguicorns-are-cool · 6 months

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Sleep Tax

so I've been thinking about something and I'm gonna call it sleep tax

basically, because of my ADHD I need a bit of extra time to get ready in the morning, but also the earlier I wake up the more time I need cause I'm also dealing with sleep deprivation.

So like, if I need to leave home at 8:30 I need to fully wake up by 7:30 so my first alarm has to be at 7:00 so I have time for a few snoozes and an hour to get ready. If I have to leave by 8:00 though I need to wake up fully by 7:00 to even have a chance of getting ready in time and my first alarm has to be around 6:20.

And it gets worse if it's cold cause now there's the extra step of forcing myself into the cold and the cold makes everything else harder to do. So now I have to wake up like 15 minutes earlier to give myself time for that but really my first alarm is way before that so I can have proper snoozing time. Like, Now to leave at 8:30 I have to fully wake up around 7:15 or earlier and my first alarm will be at 6:30.

Now, if waking up this early makes me sleep deprived for whatever reason. Like maybe I had a lot of work the night before, or I had a bad day and ended up staying up late on Tumblr trying to decompress to the point that I could get to sleep, or I just couldn't sleep. Then it'll start a cycle of not so great energy-sapping days where it's hard to sleep and I consistently get to bed closer to 1-2am. Now I'm getting like 6 or less hours of sleep a night and am getting very sleep-deprived so getting ready is even slower. Now I have to wake up even earlier to compensate for that. My first alarm now is at 6:20 (or earlier) so I can wake up at 7:00

And if I have to wake up earlier when I'm already waking up at 7:00 and have to leave around 8:00 instead of 8:30, well I just kind of die cause now I'm waking up at 6:45 with my first alarm at 6:00 or 5:55 all while getting less than 5 hours of sleep a night

So now I'm in this horrible cycle of getting more and more sleep deprived because the sleep deprivation and other stuff makes it harder and harder to get ready so I have to wake up earlier and earlier which makes my days more and more energy-sapping which means I stay up later and I get more sleep-deprived and I'm even slower getting ready and have to wake up earlier and on and on and on

#sleep tax #adhd #actually adhd #adhd tax #sleep #adhd sleep #adhd problems #adhd brain #neurodivergent #do you have sleep tax

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amourdivine · 3 months

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ઉ pick a card

Hello, lovelies. I hope you're doing really well this Valentines season and if not, I'm sending you some big hugs! Today, I bring to you a more general-style type of reading. Let's look into how this person views you, shall we? If you liked this reading, please consider tipping me at @ [email protected]! xo ♡

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pick a card masterlist & information

how to choose your pile. take a few deep breaths for and look at each and of the piles separately. see which one brings you to a feeling, a place or a memory. take your time and feel free to come back to it later!

୨୧ PILE ONE

knight of swords ✧ the sun ✧ king of pentacles ✧ five of cups ✧ five of wands

This pile feels like you're either in a new relationship or some kind of situationship. Take what resonates for you! Honestly, from what the cards tell me, it will be a little chaotic, rushed and different from what you expected. It's nothing bad, but you may feel like you or your Valentine didn't plan it in its entirety. There may be too many unpredictable events.

You'll have fun, surely. It seems like you may go some place very beautiful and expensive, but it may not fulfill yours or your partner's expectations. I think either one of you may feel really upset about it, like a date gone wrong or maybe some sort of petty argument takes place instead of enjoying one another's company. Like I said, I don't think it'll be necessarily awful, it feels more like a series of unfortunate events taking place and not going according to plan.

If it's an expensive restaurant, you may find the food kind of sucks or, alternatively, if it's a carnival ride, it may rain and you might have to cancel it. Or- maybe your partner gets called at work and you can't spend it together.

There's a feeling of crying over spilled milk, of a lost opportunity. However, this day will highlight what's really important to the both of you - the relationship or perfection? I think both of you will have to weigh in and find a solution or some kind of compromise. It's an opportunity for the both of you to truly prioritize each other and pursue happiness.

୨୧ PILE TWO

three of pentacles ✧ knight of pentacles ✧ three of cups ✧ the tower ✧ ten of swords

I don't see a lot of romance here, pile two! I don't think it's what you're looking for. You look like you're someone who's recently single and ready to mingle. It's likely you're approaching relationships from a more practical and slower pace, scared to rush into anything after someone broke your heart really badly.

Either you'll work and enjoy the day with your work colleagues (I see people eating candy and treating themselves to all the pink food in the world) or you'll spend it with your friends, partying, going out and clubbing, mayhaps? You seem more focused on your career and friendships than love right now. That's okay! You'll have so much fun, just be mindful of excesses and remember to treat you body kindly.

I don't see you interested in anyone either. I get the feeling you might reject potential suitors over being heartbroken, emotionally unavailable or just... focused on yourself right now. This pile has more of a #girl boss feeling, but not in a bad way or anything. I feel a lot of Earth placements - Capricorn and Virgo standing out the most. It's okay to have high standards, pile two. You don't have to set the bar low just because other people have nothing to bring to the table. Good for you!

୨୧ PILE THREE

ace of wands ✧ ace of cups ✧ page of cups ✧ nine of pentacles ✧ seven of swords

This pile almost screams "self care" to me. The term could signify wildly different things to each of you, but I see someone planning and enjoying a relaxing, self-indulgent day ahead. Lots of facial mascara, skin treatments, maybe a mini spa day for yourself. You're replenishing your energy this Valentine's day and tuning into yourself, calling your vitality and strength back to you.

You may buy yourself flowers, spoil yourself with an expensive perfume, maybe makeup products or something you've had your eyes on for a while. There's a luxurious feel to it, a feeling of peace and calm. You may spend it somewhere nice - like a nice hotel room or maybe near a body of water, somewhere beautiful and expensive.

This pile feels very independent, but open to love. I think you're sort of.. preparing your life to accommodate love in it. Most, if not all people from this pile are single, but I think you are in a place where you feel ready, with a stable sense of self and in a fruitful phase for a new, loving relationship. I also feel some of you may be polyamorous, for some reason.

It's a very self-loving energy here regardless. I smell roses and chocolate, nice candy, jewelry and I see someone dressing up solely for themselves, putting makeup or perfume on to look and feel good for themselves.

୨୧ PILE FOUR

page of cups ✧ the empress ✧ eight of pentacles ✧ three of pentacles ✧ six of pentacles

You're celebrating love in all of its forms, pile four. This is the only pile where I feel that your relationship status doesn't really matter as much. It's gonna vary very wildly for most of you, but the underlying theme is the same: making room for all relationships to flourish in your life.

I see someone texting their friends, family and loved ones wishing them a happy Valentine's Day. It's quite loving, lighthearted and carefree. You'll also feel the love around you. It gives me Disney princess vibes, when they sing or dance around town and everyone seems enchanted by it, lol. It's very cute!

Maybe you're not really focused on romance or you just love love in all its forms and it seems like it's coming back to you tenfold. I could see someone strolling around town with a big smile plastered on their face. You will likely celebrate in small, but meaningful ways. I don't see partying here per se, but you may grab coffee with your friends or enjoy a heartshaped muffin. Valentine's Day is everyone else's excuse to wear and use all things pink, and I can see you doing that too.

There's a prominent Venusian feeling with the Empress here, like being in love with life and taking this day as another moment to remind the people around you how much they matter to you. You may even give or receive cute Valentine's Day cards.

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