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imthebadguyyy · 5 months

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Hey, hope you’re doing well? 😌✨ I saw you opened requests for Lewis and I thought about one where reader and him are out somewhere at an event and the subtle physical affection they have. They’re both rubbing the inside of each others arms at different moments and they’re also smiling at each other when the other isn’t looking 🤭 I miss seeing fluff so that’s why I’m requesting it 🤣😭😭

Sugar Sweet Kisses and Velvet Caresses

pairing : lewis hamilton x reader

fandom : f1

synopsis : lewis can't quite keep his eyes off at you at the fia prize giving, but little does he know you can't keep your eyes off of him either.

requested!

a/n : thank you sm for requesting and interacting it means the world to me!! and i hope your enjoy it ☺️ also this image of lewis goes so well with this prompt

warnings : tooth rotting fluff

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while lewis did generally enjoy galas because it meant he could go all out and dress up to the t, the prize giving gala was just plain boring.

it was the same droll jokes and mildly tense atmosphere as both toto and christian made petty speeches, that had him rolling his eyes and downing shot after shot of the non alcoholic beverage that had been provided for the table he was sharing with valterri, and his girlfriend tiffany.

he was mildly placated by the fact that you had accompanied him to the awards show, finding time out of your busy schedule of recording and touring to join him, looking etheral beside him, albeit bored out of your mind as the both of you exchanged quiet murmurs of sarcastic comments and disguised smirks.

as the ceremony unfolded, you had also exchanged discreet yawns and shared amused glances behind the veil of forced smiles with valterri and tiffany, who also did not enjoy the formalities of the ceremony. you found yourself becoming very good friends with the finn and the aussie, and you had spent many a race in matching mercedes caps with tiffany, cheering on your merc boys.

even after valterri joined alfa romeo, your close bond remained, and you found yourself in the alfa romeo garage when the mercedes one became too unbearable.

muffling a deep sigh, your fingers couldn't help but fidget with the silky material of the pink Versace dress you had chosen for the night, eyes taking in the dimly lit room and all the people in it.

from the table next to you, susie shot you a sympathetic smile, and you smiled back, giggling when she rolled her eyes and pointed discreetly to the stage.

you missed the way lewis' eyes were resting on your figure, a soft smile gracing his lips as he took in the wide smile on your own lips, the way you seemed to glow like a flickering candle, glimmering softly in the chandelier light. he couldn't help but feel a warmth rise to his face as he took in the curve of your nose and your long eyelashes, glittering with the sparkly mascara you had worn, to the outline of your cheekbone melting into your round cheeks, and the curve of your lips, painted in a glittery nude that suited you to perfection.

he took in a sharp breath, feeling mildly winded as he saw the way a stray strand of hair framed your face, slipping out of the neat bun you had elected to don, to the way your skin shimmered softly from the highlighter your makeup artist had put on you.

he took in the sight of your bare arms, the matching butterfly tattoo you both had on display on your forearm. his eyes trailed down to your hands, nails done in the same shade of pink as your dress, and fingers adorned in multiple rings, many of them gifts from him.

he took in the sight of the deep pink dress you were wearing, hugging every curve of your body like a glove, eyes softening as he took in the roll of your tummy in the dress and the way your it highlighted your collarbone, letting him glimpse into the dots that formed constellations on the bare skin.

he followed the trail to the way your leg peeked out of the slit in the dress, to the heels that adorned your feet, and shook his head softly with a smile as he saw that the heel on your left foot was dangling off your toes, since clearly his earlier warning of aching feet had come true.

he smiled as he recalled the way you had raised an eyebrow at him, and pursed your lips into a pout, and told him "i can't, not wear these heels babe, i got them just for this event!"

he felt his heartbeat quicken as he thought to himself for the millionth time, how in the hell had he gotten lucky enough to be with the goddess of a woman sitting beside him.

of course mr smooth wasn't as smooth as he thought he was because soon enough you felt his eyes delicately tracing the expanse of well, you, and you had to hide a blush at the thought.

lewis was snapped out of his daze when george and his girlfriend, carmen, came over to talk to him as the proceedings took a break.

as he turned to talk to them, his hand reached for your leg, resting on your thigh, gently squeezing it reassuringly.

as he engaged in polite conversation, he missed the way that your gaze settled upon him, taking in the sight of him in all his glory.

he had opted for an all black outfit , and he looked nothing short of jaw droppingly stunning. you took in the slightly crooked curve on his nose, smiling softly as you remembered many a night of pressing soft kisses to it, to the gentle smile he wore, a contract to the rough beard he adorned, to the little gap in between his teeth that you so adored, that flashed when he grinned at people.

you took in the silky black suit he was wearing, compliments his features so well, and the Cartier pearl necklace that he loved so much. the v cut of his suit allowed the necklace to gleam, and his tattoos to perfectly compliment it.

you took in the sight of his hands, littered with tiny tattoos that held so much meaning to the rings that rested on his fingers, many of which were gifts from you, some silver some gold, fingers intertwined with your own.

you took in the sight of his hair in a bun as well, a few loose braids framing his face making him look godlike.

you could feel your heartbeat flutter as you questioned how exactly you had gotten lucky enough to be with the man who sat in front of you.

lewis' hand trailed up from your thigh to gently grasp your arm, rubbing it softly, making you smile.

it was your way of reminding each other that you loved each other so much, when there were others around, since neither of you were really keen on pda. after all, as taylor swift had once said, "romance isn't dead if you keep it just yours"

the both of you were the definition of 'private, not secret' everyone knew you were together since about the beginning of 2020, and you two showed up at each other's races and shows, galas and awards shows. but it was a rare occassion where you were blatantly affectionate in public. you were shy, and lewis respected that and kept public displays of affection to hand holding and feather soft kisses after wins.

as alex and lily joined the six of you, you moved your chair closer to tiffany's, and lewis moved his closer to yours, so the two of them could sit as well, and lewis found himself reaching for your hands again, thumb tracing your knuckles and bringing your hand up for a quick kiss to your knuckles.

you couldn't help but flush at the chuckles from the others, while reaching out to gently rest your hand on his arm, while your other hand remained interlocked with his on his lap.

it was no secret that the both of you were absolutely head over heels for each other, and everyone knew it. they saw it in the way lewis' looked at you, as if you had hung the sun stars and moon in the sky, and how you looked at him, as if he was the softest sunset and the brightest sunrise.

they could see it in the way he spoke about you on the rare occasions he did, with nothing but awe and admiration for the woman he loved.

they could see it in the way you wrote about him in your songs, how you called him a gentleman in a world of boys, or how he was as handsome as a mansion with a view.

so when the camera panned to the both of you, showing the both of you gazing at each other with lovestruck gazes, eyes sparkling softy and sugar sweet smiles gracing your lips, and when the world champion was announced and lewis' name resonated on the speakers, it only felt right to press your lips to his.

your lips met in a sugar-sweet dance, a delicate blend of tenderness and warmth. it was a kiss that tasted like stolen moments and whispered promises, leaving a lingering sweetness on your mouths—a delightful confection of affection that resonated long after your lips parted.

his hand squeezed yours softly as he got up to get his prize.

you couldn't help the proud tears that sprung to your eyes as you watched him get up and accept the trophy for his eighth title, marking his place as a race in a league of his own.

everyone stood up as he made his way to the stage, and to your surprise, everyone stood up and clapped, and ginger spice even mouthed a sweet "congratulations!" your way.

as lewis began his speech, you couldn't help but snap a picture of him earning giggles from everyone around you.

"today, I stand before you not just as an individual but as someone profoundly indebted to the unwavering support and love of an extraordinary woman. my heart is brimming with gratitude as i attempt to express the depth of appreciation for the incredible person who has stood by my side through thick and thin.

to my dearest y/n,

In the rollercoaster of life, you have been my anchor, my steady compass guiding me through stormy seas. your unwavering presence has been the bedrock of my strength, and your love, the fuel that propels me forward.

in moments of joy, your laughter has been the melody that serenades my soul, making the highs even more euphoric. and in times of despair, your comforting embrace has been the sanctuary where my troubles find solace.

together, we've weathered storms, faced challenges, and celebrated triumphs. your belief in me has been a constant source of inspiration, pushing me to reach for the stars even when the night seemed impenetrable.

you, my love, deserve the glory of this moment just as much as I do, because without you pushing me to be the best, i wouldn't be here. thank you for being my confidante, my partner in crime, and my greatest supporter.

to the woman who has turned ordinary days into extraordinary memories, thank you for being the sunshine in my darkest hours and the reason for my brightest smiles"

as he ended his speech, you could feel tears dripping down your face and watery laughs from all around you, as carmen lily and tiffany all hugged you and wiped tears away from their eyes. you couldn't help the happy sobs leaving your lips, mouthing a quiet "i love you" to lewis, who was making his way back to your table.

as he approached, you couldn't help but kiss him again, hands gently resting on his chest as you kissed him deeply.

as the ceremony wrapped up and everyone began to get ready to leave, your hands remained interlocked, even as toto and susie suggested getting dinner with all the mercedes members present at the event.

you were content. you were happy. and you were oh so in love.

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a/n : i hope this is what you were looking for!! as always likes reblogs comments opinions etc are appreciated!! ☺️

More Reading Thoughts: Three Is Company

Frodo calling it “Our Birthday” is making me feel things. Oh would you look at the time, it’s Crying About Bilbo and Frodo O’Clock again TT~TT

It’s honestly such a mood that Frodo says to himself “I’m following Bilbo!” so he doesn’t have to think about “I’m carrying a thing of great evil into danger and unseen ends”. Me too, Frodo. Me too.

“And see that Sam Gamgee does not talk. If he does, I really shall turn him into a toad.” 🤣

“Bilbo went to find a treasure, there and back again; but I go to lose one, and not return, as far as I can see.” OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME—

Also “and not to return” is so heartbreaking, especially knowing that by the time he gets to Mordor Frodo is fully expecting to die at the end of his journey TT^TT

“It may be your task to find the Cracks of Doom.” JUST DROP THAT FORESHADOWING RIGHT THERE LIKE IT’S NOTHING, HUH, TOLKIEN??

Also teehee crack

Yes I am a twelve year old boy on the inside, moving on

The local shade towards the Sackville-Bagginses is HYSTERICAL

“Ah yes Merry is looking out for a house for me in Buckland.” INSTANCE #2 OF MERRY BEING ORGANIZATIONALLY GOATED

I’m honestly very impressed by how neatly Tolkien crafted Frodo’s backstory and interwove it into the story. The idea that he’s going back to Buckland where he grew up really does seem credible! None of the hobbits would suspect a thing! I almost have to wonder which came first in Tolkien’s mind, Frodo’s backstory or the fact that he’d need a good excuse to go East. It’s so well-crafted and it makes my writer brain happy.

F in the chat for Folco Boffin; we know your name and nothing else about you

Frodo draining the last of the wine like “lol at least the Sackville-Bagginses won’t get THIS!” is very funny to me

I have said it before, I’ll say it again, Frodo looking in the mirror and going “geez I’ve gotten fat” will NEVER NOT BE FUNNY

“Frodo did not offer [Lobelia] any tea.” I hereby name you Frodo Sassville-Baggins.

Aww, the Gaffer agreed to Sam going to Crickhollow to work for Frodo!

If only he knew just how far he was really going

“…though it did not console him for the prospect of having Lobelia as a neighbour.” o7 for the Gaffer, everybody

And they had tea by themselves and left the dishes for Lobelia 🤣 FRODO SASSVILLE-BAGGINS

“‘Coming, sir!’ came the answer from far within, followed soon by Sam himself, wiping his mouth. He had been saying farewell to the beer-barrel in the cellar.” LOL

Also I can’t blame him, knowing what he’s walking into

“He waved his hand, then turned and (following Bilbo, if he had known it) hurried after Peregrin down the garden-path.” OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE—

Frodo, whining: "My bag is so heavy" Sam, lying: "I could carry more, sir!" Pippin: "Oh no you don't, let him suffer"

Honestly the dynamic of this trio is super underrated LOL

I'm honestly not sure whether "well, we all like walking in the dark" is meant to be sarcastic or genuine—the way it's repeated later on makes me think it's genuine, but I can't be sure—so just to be safe I'm bringing the Frodo Sassville-Baggins score up to 2.5

I'm taking the time to read the walking bits slowly now, and honestly, the way Tolkien describes the countryside of the Shire is so beautiful. I want to go there, and I want to walk there, and I want to see what the hobbits are seeing. Every little piece of nature and topography elicits an emotion; from the enclosed safety of Hobbiton, cradled in its cozy little valley, to the great fir tree standing guard over the hobbits as they sleep, to the road winding endlessly on before them, promising still more work and beautiful scenery and adventures to come. Is this slow reading? Yes. But I love it so much.

Frodo wakes up and the first thing he does is grumble to himself about his back and neck. He really is an old man. I love him.

Honestly this entire scene is comedy gold

Frodo: "Wake up, hobbits! It's a beautiful morning." Pippin, a literal teenager: "What's so beautiful about it?" ROFLOL

Pippin, literally out in the middle of nowhere: "Sam, draw a bath!"

And for that, Frodo steals his blankets and makes him roll over. Frodo Sassville-Baggins score: 3.5

Pippin: "Water! Where's the water?" Frodo: "I don't keep water in my pockets!" SASSVILLE-BAGGINS SCORE: 4.5

And then he makes Pippin come get the water with him, since he wants it so badly. I love Exasperated Older Sibling Frodo and I wish we got to see so much more of it.

Pippin, after Frodo randomly bursts into poetry: "Wow, was that Bilbo's poetry, or yours? It's kind of a downer."

I'm so glad they kept the "it's dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door" line in the movies, because it really is so good.

Sam's canonically good hearing returns!

Frodo suggesting they prank Gandalf for being late is honestly so cute lol

Twice in this chapter we get the eucatastrophe of Frodo just barely not putting on the Ring, right at the last second. The first time, the Black Rider just walks off on his own, and the second time the Elves show up and scare him off. I will praise Frodo's virtues 'till Spring turns into Winter, but I think this is clear evidence right from the beginning that Frodo was not, and could not, be saved from the temptation of the Ring by any virtue of his own. He is saved; he does not save himself. All of which is honestly very Christian of Tolkien.

Pippin, to Frodo: "All right, keep your secrets!"

I love the walking song. I might do a revised recording of it, if you guys will tolerate my singing voice again X-D

Can we just acknowledge how bad*ss it is that Frodo sneaks up and spies on a Black Rider, just out of curiosity?? Like, I know this is more a feat of stupidity than it is of courage, but given everything we know about them by the end of the book, that is honestly WICKED cool.

Sam, having to be dragged back by his arms: "ELVES! ELVES!"

GILDOR!!

GILDOR MY UNDERRATED BESTIE

I can't wait to draw Gildor. He's gonna be so PRETTY

"But we have no need of other company, and hobbits are so dull" is so funny tho

The Elves, with all the love in their hearts: "You can't sit with us, you're boring!"

FINROD MY MAN

I have not read the Silmarillion, but I know enough about it to know that Finrod is the G.O.A.T.

The Elves: "You're being followed by Black Riders?? Okay you're coming with us now"

Frodo speaking the High-elven tongue like a NERD

I love him

And Gildor immediately like "LOL y'all watch your language, the babies can understand us!" I love him dearly

....Okay wait I have a thought about the hobbits walking with the elves until they nearly fall asleep on their feet. A thought about soldiers and Tolkien's experience in war. Wait. I'm gonna have to make a post about this.

Eyyyy it's the Turin constellation!

Something about the Elven hall did indeed become a core memory for young Lady Glasses. I spent quite a few years building a fantasy world that would capture that sense of mysticism and wonder. Just like Sam and Pippin, I never really remembered the details, but the emotion stuck with me, and it enchanted my imagination.

The Elves bringing out a Thanksgiving feast and saying "sorry we don't have better food" is like going over to your friend's immaculately cleaned house and them saying "sorry for the mess"

Frodo speaking the Elves' language and charming them all is so cute

Sam falling asleep at Frodo's feet as he talks to Gildor is SO CUTE

“At last Frodo asked the question that was nearest to his heart: ‘Tell me, Gildor, have ever you seen Bilbo since he left us?’” OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT—

"My faithful Sam" UGH THE FEELS

Gildor: "But it is said: 'Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger.'" Frodo: "And it is also said, 'Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes.'" HAHAHA GETTIM FRODO

SASSVILLE-BAGGINS SCORE: 5.5

Gildor saying "you don't need to understand the Black Riders, just stay away from them" is honestly very Christian of Tolkien too. The best spiritual warfare advice I've ever heard is "don't try to understand demons; just get as close to your Protector".

Anyway Gildor complimenting Frodo is very cute and that is all

#chapter review #frodo baggins #gandalf #meriadoc brandybuck #merry #samwise gamgee #peregrin took #pippin #gildor #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing

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captain039 · 7 months

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PART 4 The predator grounds (Halsin)

Alpha!Halsin x omega!reader

Warnings: prey/predator, forced heats and ruts, sexual, smut, light angst, age gap, claiming., feels tadpoles make you honry 🤣

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Gods this wasn’t helping, in fact, you think it made everything worse, but you couldn’t tear your body away. His scent was overwhelming in the best way and his body against yours felt so right. Feeling how strained he was against you, how wet it made you, you knew your pants had to be damp by now. You can’t do this, can’t give in to the stupidness of being an omega. You growled and got off him rather inelegantly, more like stumbling to the ground and huffing.

“What’s the matter?” He asked worried and you huffed with a sarcastic chuckle.

“Everything!” You yelled.

“Here I am stuck in some unknown forest, sitting in an alpha's lap while in heat! Hah!” You were officially going insane you think. The thing in your mind squirmed making you groan and curse.

“Fuck off!” You yelled at it, hoping it could hear you.

“And you-“ you turned and faltered seeing him standing to full height. You gulped a bit legs shaking again in need as he stared you down. He stepped closer and you stood very still.

“I’m having a very hard time not pining you against this cave wall and fucking you senseless” he said breathlessly and you felt your stomach clench.

“Why haven’t you?” You whispered hand going over your mouth as soon as you said. He chuckled lightly and you wanted to curse yourself.

“Because you haven’t asked, or given me consent” he said and you felt your cheeks go hot. You let your hand fall, your mouth opening and closing as you struggled with words. You found yourself just nodding, apparently incapable of words.

“I’m going to need more than a nod little cub” he said voice still husky and you glared at his chest and huffed softly.

“Please” you whispered as you felt his lips on yours finally. You moaned instantly arms going around his neck as you leaned your head back. His hands went to your body, holding your hips and pulling you close.

“Good” he whispered against your lips making you whine in response as he kissed you roughly. He pinned you against the cave wall like he said he wanted to, the rock a little too rough for your taste, but you didn’t care, not while his lips and hands were on you. You whined with each breath it seemed as his hands slipped under your shirt and held your flushed body. Your hands went over his shoulders, feeling few scars from different battles he’d obviously been in. You pressed your hands to his chest pushing a little this cave wall was hurting.

“What’s the matter?” He asked breathlessly.

“Rocks hurt” you mumbled quietly and he glanced to the wall behind you.

“Apologies little one” he said giving you a rather soft kiss as he pulled you away from it. You hummed tugging your shirt off, finally being free of the material. You weren’t thinking, just needed your clothes off as you shimmied out your pants and was left in your undergarments before you noticed hungry eyes.

“I-“ you flushed suddenly going to snatch your shirt back until big hands held your hips and lips crashed against yours again.

“Nature outdid itself with you” he whispered kissing down your jaw to your neck. You moaned softly as he began to kiss and suck gently on your neck while your hands fiddled with his pant ties. You got irritated and groaned annoyed as you pulled back slightly to see what you were doing. The alpha laughed at your struggle and you pouted and glared before untying them successfully. He rid of his pants, apparently having no underwear on, your cheeks went bright red as his cock sprang free, gods. You didn’t mean to stare, just how was that supposed to fit, even with your induced heat. He began to move and you looked to him as he smirked and sat down against a smoother part of the cave and beckoned you. You walked over as he held his hand out, you took it and straddled his lap, his lips pressing to yours again as his hands went to your hips. He pulled you close, pressing your clothed heat against his cock, he groaned quietly into the kiss as you began to grind your hips against him. He made quick work to remove your bra before his hands held the waistband of your underwear. You lifted your hips realising you’ll have stand up again, the alpha growled though the material tearing in his grasp. You gasped in response as he discarded the broken clothing quickly to the ground.

“As much as I want to taste you, I don’t have patience” he growled against your lips and you just nodded feeling yourself in a haze of heat. He stopped then and you frowned slightly looking to him.

“Are you here with me?” He asked softly as you blinked a bit.

“I just need you” you said a small smile appearing on his face, but he didn’t do anything.

“What happened to not needing me?” He teased lightly, but there was concern in his voice.

“You wanted this, I- want this” you said looking to the ground.

“I said I did” you added.

“Minds change quickly” he said and his niceness made you huff.

“I want you present, too feel me” he said voice a little husky and eyes dark as he gave a small thrust of his hips. You moaned softly going to kiss him again, but he stopped you.

“Halsin” you said annoyed again as he waited for something.

“Alpha, please!” You gritted out seeing him grin and kiss you again. Your heat rested against his cock, you could feel him pulse every now and then.

“I must taste you” he muttered desperately and you frowned briefly before he lifted you. You held onto his shoulders quickly for support as he went to his knees and laid you down on the rock floor. You sighed at the coolness before the alpha kissed down your chest and stomach, arms going under your thighs, eyes staring intently at you. You laid your head back carefully as warm breath fanned your inner thigh making you squirm lightly. He pressed a small kiss to your thigh, making your legs instantly want to close, but were stopped by his hold. You felt his tongue slid between your folds making you gasp and arch your back and him growl. The alpha began to lick and lap at you quickly the sounds loud in your eyes as he ate you out, a deep rumble coming from his chest. You struggled to keep still as he moved his tongue along your entrance to clit, gently prodding his tongue against your entrance every time he reached it. One of his hands moved from your thigh and you felt thick fingers press against your entrance. One slid in easily, your slick and his spit making you wet enough, your body having already prepared for an alpha. You whined and keened as his tongue payed attention to your clit and his finger slowly slid in and out of you. He added a second quickly and you arched your back again eyes sealing shut as your whole body tensed with pleasure.

“Good omega” he whispered huskily against you and you whined in response. He scissored his fingers slowly, stretching you out before making a come here motion, touching something inside you that made you jolt and him grin. You were on edge, heels digging into his back as you panted harshly whining for a release. He quickened slightly and you moaned loudly feeling your stomach coil as he applied more pressure with his tongue and brought you to the edge. You cried softly as you came, your whole body tingling and going to jelly as you shook. You felt release from all the tension in your body as you came around his fingers. He sat up quickly though a growl leaving his lips and you frowned looking to him as best you could, his eyes going golden. He groaned a magic gold going up his legs before it stopped and he panted.

“Are you ok?” You asked breathless.

“Apologies little one, when blood runs too hot the bear wishes release” he said panting still before giving you a small smile.

“Are you alright?” He asked as he crawled over your body again a smile on his face. You nodded still in orgasm bliss as pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Good” he said softly.

He picked you up gently your body like jelly in his hold as he sat back against the rocks you in his lap. He was still achingly hard as you flopped against his chest.

“‘Bout you?” Your words broke and he chuckled.

“You’ll need to recover before I can continue” he said his smile hearty as you closed your eyes and sighed. You snuggled in without realising his hand gently rubbing up and down your back, is this what it was supposed to feel like? The safe embrace of an alpha, an omega satisfied and comfortable?

Next part ->

#Halsin x reader #alpha Halsin #x reader #aob #the predator grounds

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berberriescorner · 2 years

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"Are You Listening?"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader

Summary: After months of being neglected, your anger reaches its boiling point. Time is money, and you know that Rio is all about his bread. If you want to be the king, you gotta stay busy. What’s more important, love or money? Can you have both? Is it possible to be both a cold-hearted businessman and a loving partner? Showing emotion can be a sign of weakness in Rio’s world. How does that work in a marriage? At the same time, you chose to be with him. Shouldn’t you be used to it?

Warnings: Profanity (are you surprised😂). A smidge of daddy kink, with a tiny spot of degradation (again, no surprise there🤣). Angst (quite a bit). A little fluff…it’s there I promise. Sprinkled it with some smut, too (it’s giving a bit of praise kink and dom vibes😈).

Word Count: 3,800+.

A/N: Italicized sentences are the reader's thoughts (in case you were confused and/or curious). It’s kind of lengthy, but the reader had to pop her shit…and Rio popped right TF back👏🏾😆. Part two, yeah can’t tell you when it’s coming, but I’m working on it.

Inspired By:

From the moment Rio found you angrily wiping down the kitchen counters, there had been nothing but tension. For the first ten minutes, he was oblivious to the fact. He was too busy answering texts and was very clearly preoccupied with business. Taking a moment to notice your anger, he asked the one question that would set you off. “What’s wrong, mama?”

No, he wasn’t a mind reader, but how could he not know? You had only been asking him to try to make time for you for months. Three nights in a row, Rio had made empty promises. There were failed dinner reservations on night one. Surprisingly, he’d managed to make your movie date the second night. Only Rio had left you thirty minutes into the film to finish it alone. Supposedly some business needed handling, and it couldn't wait. He urged you to stay and enjoy it. Mick would get you home safely. Tonight consisted of a failed candle-lit dinner (also his idea). Rio had called minutes after you had taken the meal out of the oven. “Go ahead and eat without me. I’m not sure what time I’ll be there. Sorry, mama.” All these things led to the argument that was taking place in the middle of your spacious kitchen.

“There's always a business trip to take. Always an issue with something that only you can solve. You constantly have to run behind that thirsty ass bitch of a stalker you call a business associate. All because said associate is constantly fucking up the plan. You’re never here! I get more dick from my vibrator than I do my husband!”

“Is the problem I’m never home, or do you just need some dick? Are you touch starved mama? Feeling needy, a little neglected?”

Rio was starting to pluck at your nerves in the worst way. It was kind of backfiring, the conversation began to aggravate him. He hated when you complained about him working too much.

“It’s all of the above ni-you know what I’m tired of repeating myself. It’s clear you’re not listening and don't give a fuck, Christopher.”

“I’ve been listening.”

“Listening to respond. Not to understand me, Rio!”

“You’re tired of saying it. I’m tired of hearing it, darlin’.”

Typical Rio fashion. Feelings closed off. Always the calm and collected sarcastic asshole. I’m trying not to swing on this man. Jesus, give me strength.

“That’s all you have to say? Of course, 'cause you’re incapable of showing emotion. Jesus, Rio. I’m trying to fix the disconnect between us.”

“All we do is argue about the same shit. How many times I gotta explain it, mama? I’m running an empire, I can’t be out here just sitting around. What you want me to do? Leave it on Mick and the rest of my men? All it takes is for one thing to go wrong. If I ain’t there to fix it, you know what’s gonna happen? Everything goes to shit and I get knocked ten steps back. I’m not letting anything fuck up the business or my money.”

“I’m not letting anything fuck up the business or my money. Bullshit excuses. I know what I signed up for, Christopher,” you mocked him.

“Then act like it. There you go with that mouth. Watch your tone, ma.”

His voice had turned cold and there was fire burning in his eyes. Rio was giving you all the signs that you were skating on thin ice. Any other time it would be enough to get you to back down, but not this time. You were sick and tired of coming last to everything, especially that thirsty ass housewife.

It was one thing to take a backseat to the business. You loved his work ethic and understood that he was busy. However, it had been a month and a half long stretch. Rio, coming home at all hours of the night. Not even having time to eat a little breakfast and talk in the mornings. The fact that it had been so long caused doubt to creep into your mind. If he wasn't fucking me, then who in the hell was it? You had never known him to ever go without sex this long.

Popping up to visit him at work was out of the question. Months prior, one of his rivals had attempted to snatch you from the grocery store parking lot. The assailant had no clue that Mick had accompanied you. He was in the car waiting, as the idiot tried to approach you. Poor bastard never even saw Mick coming. Rio had lost his shit. Doing his best to keep you protected, he wanted you as far away from the business as possible. There was also the fact that he switched warehouses so frequently. You couldn’t even attempt to ignore his rule about keeping a distance. The desperate housewife could come up there anytime she felt it necessary though. He doesn’t give a shit about her. It’s your safety he’s worried about. Your thoughts were battling with one another. The negative side winning. The thought of her being there pissed you off.

“Are we going to keep going back and forth over nothing? Are you ready to tell me what’s really bothering you?”

“For a successful businessman, you’re pretty damn stupid. I’ve just sat here and explained it for the hundredth time! Sometimes I honestly can’t fuckin’ stand you, Rio.”

By the time the last word fell from your lips, Rio had made his way across the room. Inches away from your face he rasped, “the fuck did you just say to me? Your brain short circuit, mama?” Giving you a chance to walk your previous statements back, he waited, hoping you had come to your senses. You were seething with anger at not getting through to him. There were also those thoughts of him and that woman spending time together. The time that he should have been spending with you. Let’s not forget the nonexistent sex life. You were feeling unheard, neglected, pissed off, horny, and…jealous? Were you jealous of Beth? That thought alone caused your anger to rise. You were in the mood to choose violence.

“Look, I know dotting little Elizabeth jumps every time you tell her to, but not me baby. Keep waiting for me to retract my previous statement all you want. I said what the fuck I said, Christopher.”

The fire was still burning in Rio’s eyes, but his smoldering glower had morphed into a smile. Now smirking he closed what little space was left between the two of you. Hand circling your throat he pushed you up against the wall.

“And there it is. Finally, the truth comes out. You jealous, mama? Is that it?”

“Jealous of what? That basic bitch, get the fuck out my face, Rio.”

He’s not dickin’ you down sis! He gotta be slanging it somewhere. Two, almost three MONTHS! He brought it up. Actually, no, you did.

“Since we're on the topic. Are you sleeping with her?”

“Stop playing with me, Y/N,” he snapped. “What do you think I do at work, ma?”

“We don’t have sex, Rio. Your ass can hardly be satiated. I can barely recall the last time you knocked me down. So, tell me, who’s been satisfying your needs?”

Gripping your throat a bit tighter, he chuckled. His lips grazing over the top of yours, he whispered, “do you honestly think I would risk losing you over a quick fuck, ma? I see lack of sex makes you delusional.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah, keep digging yourself a deeper hole, ma. Keep running your mouth, and I’m gon’ fill it up.”

You so desperately wanted to moan at his words, but you were too stubborn to give in. If only he knew how badly you wanted to drop to your knees. Take him down your throat and let him have his way with you.

“I’m not interested in community dick.”

“The fuck did I just tell you?”

You rolled your eyes still not believing him.

“I’ve been snapping at people left and right. The smallest inconvenience has been getting everybody's head knocked off. That being said I think it’s safe to say that I’m just as irritable as you are. The difference is you wear your heart on your sleeve, ma.”

“No, the difference is you've been handing out my dick.”

“Now who’s being stupid and not listening? I like you being jealous though, it’s cute, baby.”

Placing his hands at the sides of your neck, his lips covered yours in a hungry kiss. Tongue swiping across your parted lips, he asked for entry. Being stubborn you did your best not to grant him access. Trying to push him away from you, he pulled back giving you a mischievous smile.

“I don’t know why you fighting it, ma. Know you ain’t do all this fussin’ just to end the night without me filling you up,” he teased. Pressing his lower half against you, a gasp fell from your lips. The feel of his growing erection made you pant and rut against him. His name fell from your lips.

“R-Rio, we’re not done talk-”

He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his body. With your back pinned to the wall, he groaned as his dick rubbed against you once more. “No more talking, baby.” Pushing your nightshirt out of the way he slipped his hand past the lace of your panties and circled your clit. Whimpering, your head fell back against the wall. He removed his hand long enough to slip your shirt over your head and toss it to the floor.

“Rio, seriously. Let me-.”

Grabbing you by the throat, he pulled you into another searing kiss. It was lewd and erotic as he ground his hips against yours. He was so hard that you knew his jeans were becoming more uncomfortable by the second. His erection bumping against your soaked core caused you to gasp.

“Chrisstopherr. I-.”

His hands gripped your neck tighter as he growled through clenched teeth, “Shut. Up.”

His hips rotated into you again as your eyes rolled back. “That turn you on, mama? Love it when I shut your ass up? Choking you got you so wet, darlin’. Look at the mess you’re making on daddy’s pants, fuck. Let’s get these off of you, yeah,” he groaned. Without putting you down his dominant hand ripped your panties off. Your lips fell open to complain, but before you could get a word out his fingers penetrated your mouth.

“Pretty sure I told you to shut up. Suck. Get them nice and wet for me.”

He had all but shoved his fingers down your throat. Loving every bit of it, you took his fingers' knuckles deep. Swirling and sucking like the good girl he wanted you to be. The more you sucked, the more aroused you both became.

“Good girl,” he praised as his free hand groped your breast.

The smug look on his face annoyed you and you started in again once he pulled his fingers from your mouth.

“No, you're not doing this right now. Put me down so we can finish this discussion.”

He shook his head no, “why can’t your bratty ass just sit back and shut up,” he rasped as his wet fingers trailed back down your naked body. “Gonna make you regret not listening to daddy.”

His fingers were back in you before you could give him a smart-ass rebuttal. Slipping two fingers inside your channel. Rio reached for that sweet spot that could instantly bring you to tears. He plunged his digits deep enough, tapping it repetitively forcing you to cry out.

“Fu-stop, I’m not done talk-shit! Don’t stop! Oh my god. Yes!”

He felt your walls tighten around his digits. Just as you were about to fall apart all over them, he removed his hand.

“Rio!”

“Did I say you could cum? I don’t remember you asking for permission, mama.”

Not giving you time to respond, he plucked you from the wall. Rio carried you over to the dining room table. Still gripping your waist, he used his free arm to swipe the dinnerware and place settings onto the floor. Your back slammed against the table just as the dishes collided with the floor. You wanted to bitch about the broken items but decided against it.

“Don’t say a fucking word, Y/N. This is what you wanted right? I’ll buy you a new set, just shut up and take this dick.”

His palm glided across your chest, stopping to press you flat against the surface. Standing between your soaked thighs, he used his free hand to unbuckle his jeans, pushing his clothing low enough to let his thick member spring free. His girth glistened with precum as he dug inside you. You were overwhelmed with sexual bliss and went slack-jawed at how full you felt. Not able to form any words, a whimper fell from your lips.

“Ain’t been in you that long. I already got you speechless, darlin’.”

His hips circled in and out of you, the strokes becoming deeper. The feeling was overwhelming and he felt you trying to slide back for relief. Gripping your thighs, he shook his head as he pulled you in and thrust harder.

“Naw, where you going? Ain’t no running, mama. Thought you wanted this dick.”

“Rio, it’s too much. Please, baby.”

Your pleas fell on deaf ears, as he spread your thighs wider. His hands moved up to your waist and he started to fuck you harder and faster. You started to whine as his signature crooked grin formed on his face. He tossed his head back, biting his lip as he felt you grip him tighter.

“So fuckin’ tight, mama. This still mine, right? This my pussy?”

It was almost impossible to answer with him constantly tapping your g-spot. Your nails scraped against his T-shirt. You tapped his abdomen, taking a deep breath. The words tumbled out of your mouth.

“Yes! You know it is. Take this shit off,” you demanded clawing at his shirt. “Need to feel you.”

Rio sank the deepest he could.

“Feel that, mama.”

This bitch thinks he’s funny.

“Fuck, Rio,” you cried out. “You know what I mean,” you mewled.

His hips continue to pound into you, as he slid his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Rio bent down, letting his lips ghost yours, “that better, mama,” he whispered.

You pulled him closer shoving your tongue into his mouth, as he fucked you through the kiss. Rio’s hand slipped between the two of you, his index and middle finger drew slow circles into your clit. The tremors in your thighs signaled that you were close.

“Daddy,” you cried out, scratching his back.

“I know, baby. It’s been too long. Let go, mama. You gon’ be a good girl and squirt for me? Hmm?”

His hips were slamming into you with brute force. So much that you felt your body slide up the table. Rio took notice and laid a hand against your abdomen to keep you in place. The weight of his hand had you gasping. The crooked smile graced his face once more, as he pressed harder. Leaning in, he growled, “you feel that shit? You like getting them guts rearranged, sweetheart?”

“Oh, shit! Yes, I love it so fucking mu-ah! Shit, I’m cu-ahh!”

Your body started shaking uncontrollably. Your release was so strong, that you did in fact squirt. Rio pulled out, letting his ringed fingers rub you through it. Your hand found its way around his wrist, as you tried to pull him away from you.

“Too sensitive, daddy.”

He pushed your hand away, grabbing you by the throat. His lips crashed into yours as he continued to rub into you. Another orgasm hit you instantly. It was so strong that tears were rolling down your cheeks. Pulling away from the kiss he groaned, “I don’t give a fuck about you being sensitive. I’ma make you come as many times as I want, baby.” Rio sat down in the dining chair and gave you an order, “come sit on this dick.”

Stroking himself he watched as you carefully made your way to him on wobbly legs. He snatched you by your waist pulling you down onto his long rod.

“Ohh, fuck,” you whimpered, as he slapped your ass.

Giving you just a moment to adjust, Rio gripped your behind.

“What you waiting on? Ride me, mama. You get one chance to do it right,” he instructed, smacking your bottom again.

You bounced on him vigorously at first, but the two previous orgasms had zapped all your energy. Taking him in fully you sat in his lap rocking back and forth. His hand grasped your chin as he spat, “I really be trying to give you a chance, ma.”

His hands grabbed hold of your soft globes as he lifted you. He held you at the tip for a moment.

“Gonna make you regret trying to take the easy route, darlin’.”

Sliding you back down, he started to jackhammer into you. Pressure started building in your core, as you threw your head back.

“No, please. Fuck, oh fu-Christopher. Can I come? Please, daddy.”

“I should make your little bratty ass hold it, but fuck I’m close. Go ahead, come for me, bitch,” he growled.

Rio knew a little degradation would be just the thing to push you over the edge.

“Christopher,” you shouted, as you fell apart for the third time that night.

You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, as he fucked his way to a release, “fuck,” he groaned, painting your walls. He massaged your back, helping you come back down. You pulled back and smiled at him lazily. He bit his lip as his hand reached to brush a strand of hair from your face. Rio kissed you until you both pulled apart breathless. He was about to offer to carry you upstairs for a relaxing shower, but a loud knock on the front door interrupted him.

“Who the fuck is beating on the door like a madman?”

Rio handed you his shirt as he pulled on the bottom half of his clothes. He swiped his gun from the countertop. Whoever it was, was now knocking and ringing the doorbell like a crazy person.

“Where’s your purse?”

“Kitchen counter.”

“Get your gun and go hide in the pantry. Do not come out. I will come to get you. I don’t know who the fuck this is, but better safe than sorry. Go!”

“No, I want to stay with you.”

“Not now, don’t do this now. Get your ass in the fucking pantry.”

“Okay, damn!”

You pecked his lips before doing what he said. Retrieving your gun from the luxury handbag, you slipped into the pantry. You were able to hear the conversation with the person who had interrupted aftercare. Making out the voice, you grew irritated. Exiting the pantry, you bounded over to the front door. Not giving a damn about the glare on Rio’s face, you snapped.

“Why the hell were you knocking on our door like the damn police? What the fuck, Mick?”

“Aye! Relax. Chill, mama. I wasn’t answering my phone and some business needs handling,” he replied as he backed you away from the door. You had been waving your gun around full of attitude. “Give me this fucking gun before you shoot somebody! I taught you how to handle this shit safely. Could’ve sworn I told your ass to stay put. I’ma deal with you later. Go upstairs and get cleaned up. Coming to the door half-naked. Why can’t you just listen? Anybody else would’ve gotten shot for disobeying an order. Yet here you are steadily trying my fucking patience.”

Aware that you had struck Rio’s last and final nerve. You decided to do as you were told. Rolling your eyes at a smirking Mick, you left to make your way upstairs.

Gathering items for you both to shower, Rio entered the room.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I got upset, we were having a sweet moment. Then your henchman showed up, killing the vibe.”

“I know, but we’ll have to discuss your listening skills later, mama. I got to slide,” he replied.

He was sitting at the edge of the bed in a change of clothes. Rio was too distracted with lacing up his shoes to notice the disappointment on your face.

“Later? You’re leaving?”

“Didn’t I just tell you there are some things I gotta handle?”

“Just gonna fuck me and leave, huh? Should I even bother waiting up?”

“You just nagged me about our sex life. Did I not just blow your back out? You know what, I’m not having this argument with you again. I don’t need this shit on my mind for what I’m about to go and do. Can we not have static for once, mama?”

The fact that he still doesn’t get that it’s not just about the sex. Either he just doesn’t care, or there’s no getting through to him. I’m drained at this point. I just love him so much it hurts. He’s not wrong though. I should let him leave with a clear head.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” you walked over to him and gave him a tight hug and kiss. “Come back to me safe, papa.”

He wrapped his hand around your jaw, pulling you back to him, “Give me one more, mama.” Chuckling, you kissed him long and hard.

“If it’s not too late, call me on your way home. I’ll have your dinner warmed and ready when you get here. Love you, baby.”

Rio nodded his head, as he smacked your behind and pecked your forehead. He whispered in your ear, “I’m doing the best I can, mama.” With that, he made his departure.

You showered and did your nightly routine. The next couple of hours were spent lying in bed thinking about your relationship. For months you had been trying to communicate that there were problems in and outside the bedroom. You were running out of ways to express that.

How many times can you beg someone to hear you? Why is it so hard to get him to show emotion? It’s not just a lack of intimacy. He’s not present. Even when he’s here, his mind is somewhere else. Yes, I know what I signed up for, but something’s got to give.

Letting out a sad sigh, you pushed the negative thoughts out of your mind. Just as you were about to close your eyes, a text came through. It was from an unknown number and the contents of the message made your heart shatter.

Part two in the works! Hope you enjoyed it lovelies🥰. Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated🥹💓.

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gravity-what · 6 months

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Another image with a little blurb to go with it~

I really loved the concept of The Genie Moo Wu which switches peoples Chi alignment. I especially love the idea of Good!Chase and Evil!Omi interacting (which I know others would have loved to see too 🤣 )

So enjoy some some post Chi-switching shenanigans!

“Ouch ouch ouch ouch! Omi! I know you’re evil right now but can you please sit down!”

Chase laughed a little to himself before lightly patting the dragon’s back. “I’ve got him Dojo. Omi?” He called back, letting his voice be carried across the air, “I’ve got a challenge for you.”

“A CHALLENGE?!” The currently ‘evil’ little Monk said excitedly, bounding his way over all of his friends upon Dojo’s back to land in front of Chase who simply smiled warmly at him. “What is this Challenge Chase Young?! I will best it and I will best you!” He said, pointing a finger at the currently ‘good’ Heylin prince of Darkness.

“I’m certain you will little one. Here,” he said, holding his arm out at a ninety-degree angle from himself with his pointer finger extended. “I challenge you to balance yourself with your finger upon my own for the rest of the trip back to your temple.”

“Ha! This is nothing! I can do this with my eyes off while still practicing my tai chi!” Omi insisted, immediately jumping up and turning his body in the air to land with one finger on Chase’s own. He immediately began to kick and punch with his free hand to prove his point, his movements far too fast to be proper tai chi.

“Very impressive little monk!” Chase praised and, from anyone else it probably would have sounded sarcastic but coming from Chase it sounded genuinely sincere. The other Dragons looked on in various degrees of horror and annoyance as Omi continued his hyperactive movements, this time suspended only on Chase’s finger as they all flew through the air back towards the temple.

#xiaolin showdown #omi #chase young #raimundo pedrosa #clay bailey #kimiko tohomiko

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TBB S3 E4 Recap and Reaction

- Poor Crosshair keeps getting stuck on cold planets.

- Batcher banging on the chair ready to get out 🤣🤣

- These shuttles are really interesting to me. It’s rare to see a ship that size that can be piloted by two different people.

- Baby girl, I totally understand your logic in wanting to pull the data logs to see where Tantiss actually is, but given how tactful we know Hemlock has been so far in keeping his location hidden, most likely it wouldn’t pull up anything.

- What a dreary spaceport. Feels very Andor and very like Norwegian Star Wars.

- The level of snark that Omega is giving back to Crosshair is cracking me up. We don’t see her showing this level of talking back or being sarcastic with any of the other Batchers, which proves my theory that Crosshair’s constant level of highly annoyed at everything around him brings out the sarcasm in everyone else he encounters.

- Love that his knowledge as a former imperial is coming to play to help them.

- Also love that Omega was the one to recognize that they need different clothes (and the obvious pan of the camera on the clothes hanging on the line in the first shot of the spaceport to accentuate that fact).

- Quilted clothes in Star Wars is my fave (yes more Andor parallels).

- The uplilt and little scoff that Omega gives and the look she gives Batcher after Crosshair snarls about bringing “the hound” along is PRECIOUS

- Also Cross and Omega cross their arms the same way. Okay okay I’ll never be over their dynamic here.

- Crosshair’s trucker hat/scuba apparatus is hilarious. He doesn’t look too bad though. Surely he’s at least warmer now.

- The credits negotiation omg. I love how Cross is just waiting for this to play out before he makes a move.

- YES omg are my baby girls strategy skills FINALLY coming back into play??

- Oh no no no no no this kid is going to rat them out isn’t he. You guys need to be more mindful of your surroundings!! Ahhh (okay I’m glad this didn’t happen).

- Honestly at this point Crosshair would be me as well. Just lots of very annoyed sighing.

- I love that Crosshair is getting to see all the things about Omega that the other boys know already, but he hasn’t had a chance to witness yet. We know she can wipe the floor with most people on strategy games/gambling.

- Yep nope this captain is not good news. Don’t get distracted by ranting about Imperial bribery, don’t do it, don’t….*sigh* I hate the Empire so much.

- Oh no this is so bad! I swear WHY is every imperial such a slimy self aggrandizing POS.

- Aww Crossy hunched down at almost table level ready to tear the room apart if anyone touches his baby sister. Adorable murder kitten. 😸

- Also Crosshair when all of this is over: where the HELL did you learn to gamble like that!?! Omega: 🤷🏻‍♀️😇😁

- Also also what game are they playing? Those cards are beautiful.

- Oh no they’ve found the shuttle already. Dear god this episode is so stressful!!

- CROSS!DAD IS OFFICIALLY CANON lmao

- Okay I was hoping Omega would let him win bc this isn’t going to go over well

- Whoa I didn’t actually expect him to concede. Maybe he’s not quite as slimy as I thought. Doesn’t matter though, the shuttle will give them away regardless.

- Of course. There it is. Let all the seedy businesses thrive as long as you get your fine out of it. Ugh. This is paralleling a lot of imperial activities in Rebel Rising and the Ahsoka novel as well.

- I also love how Omega uses touch with Crosshair to calm him down and communicate with him.

- Whoa I did not expect Omega to throw the credits and basically give Crosshair the choice of abandoning her or not. Nor for him to actually have to think about it for a moment.

- “My skills are being wasted” the boy does not like feeling helpless. I understand.

- This is going to give Cross some understanding of what Hunter has been going through the last few years. Especially if he ends up losing her.

- “Don’t push it” and the extra head shake after lmao.

- Geez this man is just lining his pockets every which way isn’t he. Despicable.

- “Alright, let’s try things your way” “Finally” I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

- Animal stampede!

- Oh gosh is Cross going to get left behind??

- Aw he finally called her Batcher.

- We are clearly seeing how much Omega has actually been tempered by the rest of the Batchers being around her until now. The unfiltered combined powers of Omega and Crosshair at their most unhinged is maybe more than the galaxy is ready for 🤣🤣

- Also a very Andor reference with the captain being stampeded almost to death and having his gun kicked away from him in the melee

- NO WAY WE FINALLY GET AN IMPERIAL GETTING THEIR DUE BY CREATURE DEATH once again *cough cough* not a kids show

- Awwww Batcher licking Crosshair’s face. He’s so done for.

- They got away. Wow. I actually wasn’t expecting that. And with most of the money too.

- Okay. Smart girl. She did not pick Pabu.

- What an ending. Wow. So. Similar to Mando season 3 (which is also scaring me) — what the heck is the rest of this season going to be about?

- This reunion is everything. 🥹🥹🥹 the hugs. The running. The tears. The worry. The anger. The hesitation. The fear. The literal and metaphorical distance between their ships that someone will have to cross. They better not fast forward a millisecond when the next episode picks up I swear.

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb #tbb season 3 spoilers #tbb season 3 #tbb spoilers #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 3

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Billy Drabble (#2? I think? 🤔)

+18 Minors DNI ♡ Billy Hargrove x (fem)Reader ♡ sexual tension, foodplay, oral fixation, spitting, implied smut

Billy's mouth was always busy.

Not just with scowling or spitting out snarky remarks and sarcastic one-liners.

There was always something in his mouth. Cigarettes, toothpicks, gum, and even the occasional cookie. Not to mention where his mouth would be whenever the two of you were being intimate.

It seemed that not having something to busy his mouth with even put him a little on edge sometimes. Leaving him with the rare habit of just playing around with his tongue. Twisting flipping it around inside his mouth, or across his lips. Even chewing on his bottom lip in truly tense moments. The habit, of course, didn't go unnoticed by you. In fact, you were very aware of it. Shamelessly getting lost in the sight of his soft, pink lips parting so he could press his tongue against the wad of gum in his mouth and blow a bubble. All you wanted in that moment was to kiss him and see if some of the flavor still lingered.

The flavor on your tongue was still fresh. Coated in the sugary residue from the heart shaped lollipop that hung halfway out of your mouth. You tugged at the stick and dragged the candy across your tongue, almost drooling down your chin. It was your favorite flavor after all (besides the taste of Billy's cum), so you couldn't help but give a soft moan of satisfaction. Totally innocent. Right?

Billy didn't think so.

He also thought that you were making that lollipop look way more enjoyable than his now-flavorless and tough wad of gum. So he discarded it, spitting it into the small wastebasket in the corner of your room (with surprising accuracy). "Give me a taste."

His tone was soft, but it obviously wasn't a request. He proved that further by pulling the lollipop stick until the candy was removed from your mouth with a wet pop. It was melted down enough to barely resemble a heart anymore, and still glistening from your saliva. Not that he cared. After swapping mouthfuls of each other's cum, saliva was nothing to him. He popped the candy into his mouth with no hesitation.

No hesitation, but loads of unnecessary foreplay. He couldn't just shove it into his mouth. No, of course not. He had to 'test' it. Slither his thick tongue out and run it along both sides of the lollipop. Licking it clean of your spit and replacing it with his own. After it passed the initial taste test, he put it between his lips. Coloring them with food dye or whatever gave the candy it's vibrant shade.

"Mmmm fuck." He moaned, deep and sensual as he slipped the lollipop in and out of his mouth a few times. Then, like it was just a normal part of the process, he packed it into his cheek and pursed his lips around the stick. "Yeah, you're not getting this back."

"Billy!!" You swatted him on the arm, pouting and playing up your disapproval. "That was my last one. AND it's my favorite flavor!"

Your whines and complaints fell on deaf ears, and you knew it. Still, he wasn't completely heartless. Billy scooted closer to you, entering your personal space until you could feel his warm breath on your skin. Face to face. "Your favorite flavor, huh? Alright." He pulled the lollipop from his mouth, twisting the stick between his fingers. "Open your mouth and close your eyes."

Did you listen? Of course you did. You always did. Obediently closing your eyes and sticking your tongue out. Expecting to feel the sensation of your lollipop being returned to you. The flavor blessing your taste buds once again.

And it did. Through the candy sweetned spit that Billy projected into your mouth.

Just as good, if not better than what you wanted, you closed your mouth and savored it. The mixture of sweetness, you, and your boyfriend all in one. Opening your eyes just in time to see Billy scooting back to lay on the bed.

"Good girl. Now, come up here so we can share." ♡

♡ A/N: Idk why I am so obsessed with the thought of this man having a thing for sweets 🤣

Masterlist, Ao3 ☆

#billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x fem!reader #billy hargrove smut

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timetravellingshinigami · 1 year

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I personally love the Recom Quaritch x Na'vi Hybrid oc/reader situation.

Because i like that it feels realistic...and also because of possibility of slow burn. Let's be real it'll be very Slow Burn. Quaritch doesn't like the Na'vi. So It'll take more time for him to be friends with one before it goes romantic. Also, Quaritch truly learning the Na'vi ways, the frustration, maintaining his dignity through it all, being sarcastic af (the Na'vi are definitely learning from him too. Like the man's a bad influence on the youth), his internal conflict comes to play, the angst, reader coming to know what he did in his human life, so much angst. Also, some groveling on his part 👀. But most of all the enemies to friends to lovers troupe is perfect for Quaritch. Definitely not attraction at first sight for this dude.

But most of all I'm just imagining a cheerful OC who's strong but sunshine next to Quaritch's arrogant, stubborn, charming and at the same time dark personality.

He's like the opposite of Jake and Tonowari. Where the two are diplomatic and calm next to their wives who are ready to throw hands 🤣 Quaritch is always up for kicking ass while his wife watches on.

#miles quaritch x fem!reader #Quaritch x fem! Na'vi #colonel miles quaritch #quaritch x reader #na'vi quaritch #avatar way of water #avatar 2 #miles quaritch x reader #tonowari

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thewillowtree3 · 2 months

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Wenclair

Y’all, I have read…SOO much Wenclair fanfiction lol. I’ve read like at least 30-31% of all the fic, last I calculated ;_;. I don’t remember being THIS obsessed with a ship for a while but I kinda get why lol.

I first heard about the show on Twitter like 6 days after it came out. I wasn’t gonna watch it, but then I saw posts about it and I was like “OMG THEYRE SOO FUCKING CUTE LOOL.” And I kinda get why?

I’ve never really been into enemies-to-lovers but I TOTALLY GET IT NOW LOOL. It’s the eventual understanding of one another, the breaking down of barriers to really understand one another, and I think that’s SOO fucking sweet lol. And I’ve never really been into the goth-sunshine thing either, but I GET IT. I get why opposites attract and it’s adorable to see them overcome it.

But I think why I love Wenclair SOO MUCH is because of how ADORABLE they are. I think it’s SOO fucking adorable how one is a goth, and the other is a sunshine and they have to work together. I think it’s SOO adorable that they HAVE to compromise and really find out what they love about each other. I think it’s SOO adorable that they grow to love each other, that the girl who was literally born to love, but fucking hates it, is with a girl who LOVES SOO MUCH, but DESPERATELY needs some of her own and doesn’t have it. It’s a story of a girl who was born to love, but hates it, and a girl who loves to love, but doesn’t have it. They both provide what the other needs- love and understanding.

And I LOVEE that they have to make it work. I haven’t read many ships where they HAVE to make it work- where they’re almost complete opposites where it’s almost impossible for them to get song. But they DO. They DO get along. They have to make it work, but they DO. And it’s SOO ADORABLE when they do lol.

I LOVE that they create something new out of their friendship- a relationship where Wednesday is softer and Enid is more understanding. It’s achingly adorable how they have to change SOO much to adapt to the other, but it’s SOO cute because they WANT to make that change.

Wednesday wants to understand Enid, so she becomes kinder, softer. She tries to understand her through all the ins-and-outs, all the color, the music. And Enid wants to accept Wednesday. She has to look past all the darkness and gore and find the hidden, sweet soft center inside.

And it’s ADORABLE because they try SOO hard. They try SOO FUCKING HARD to really find the things they adore about the other, and maybe it’s hard at first, but it becomes easier after time. It’s ADORABLE to see them trying SOO fucking hard and making SOO much effort to love one another, and it’s worth it :’)

Also the confession scenes AHH!! THEYRE SOO FUCKING ADORABLE LOOL AHH!! THEYRE SOO FUCKING CUTE!!! I’ve read SOOO many fics in which Wednesday confesses and it’s SOO FUCKING CUTE LOOL!! She says the most, all these flowery poetic beautiful things and I can’t imagine anyone else but her saying them. Like I can’t IMAGINE ANY OTHER SHIP I READ to say something so flowery and dramatic and poetic.

Wednesday Addams is such a SPECIFIC character to write for. You have to get her EXACT tone to write down- you have to write her as morbid, as serious, cold, cutting, sarcastic, and there’s a very specific way she acts and it’s honestly really hard. If you veer off course, I feel like it’s really easy to make her OOC lol. And that’s why the confession scenes hit so hard!! Because she’s this way, it only makes sense if SHE’S the only character to confess this way hehe.

So yeah- my thoughts on Wenclair and why I’m so obsessed with them. It’s 2:16 AM LOOL!! 🤣🤣

#wenclair #girl #MY FIRST WENCLAIR ANALYSIS POST!! ;DDDD!! ❤️#I’ve been holding in this one since last year LOOL!! 🤣🤣

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novamariestark · 3 months

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He Hates You, He Hates You Not

Summary: Colombus and Wichita are tired of you and Tallahassee always at each other's throats. So they come up with the idea to lock you two in a room. What happens is the opposite of what you expected.

Warnings: 🔞, pet names (Darlin, Baby Girl), (unprotected sex), angry-ish sex, oral (f&m), piv, swearing, poorly written smut

Word count: 3604

Fandom: Zombieland

Pairing: Tallahassee x f!reader

[A/N] I don't know where this came from. It's 2:30 am so there may be some mistakes. 🤣

“Now, you listen here, Curly Fry!” you yelled through the door that had just been slammed in your face, “You open this fucking door right now, or I’m gonna kill you!”

“Shut up! You’re giving me a migraine,” the other occupant of the room spoke up.

You turned and snarled at him, “We wouldn’t even be in here if it wasn’t for you, Asshole!”

And it was true. Sort of. Tallahassee hated you and you had no idea why. He tolerates everyone else but you, he seems to hate with a burning passion, as if you were just a rotting corpse. But you being your stubborn self, gave as good as you got. A sarcastic, snarky comment from him was met with a sassier one from you.

For months, the two of you have been at each other’s throats and it seemed to get worse each time. Wichita and Colombus were fed up, so they took matters into their own hands and locked you both in a room together.

It was a dingy room, nothing very appealing to look at. Except him. When you first met him, you were drawn to him. He was attractive, he was older and he was sexy. The way his voice had a slight growl when he was angry or the way his arms flexed as he took down a zombie, made him even more attractive. But from the moment he laid his eyes on you, he kept you at arm’s length and started arguments with you over the smallest things and you couldn’t understand why.

Maybe you could find out now, but every time you have ever spoken to the man has turned into a shouting match, and you wanted out of this shithole.

But Tallahassee didn’t hate you. In fact, it was the opposite. When he first saw you, he thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and when he first saw you take down a zombie, his attraction grew and he could see himself falling for you. He couldn’t have that. He couldn’t allow himself to have a weakness (other than Twinkies of course). So he thought that if you hated him, it would make it easier for him. It didn’t. The first argument he started was something so minute but he made it into such a huge thing that you couldn’t ignore. What he hadn’t expected was for you to fight back.

And it only made him want you more.

“Is that so, Princess?” Tallahassee replied, sarcasm dripping from his words, “If I remember rightly, you threw a can of spaghetti at my head,”

“You said you wanted it,” you shrugged.

“On my plate, not on my head, sweetheart,”

“Don’t call me that,” You spat, glaring at him. The anger you felt toward him was tangible, the air between you crackling. You wanted to punch him, or better yet, rip his stupid grin off his face.

"Why? Don't you like it?" he asked, stepping towards you like a predator closing in on its prey.

"I don't like you," you hissed, meeting his gaze unflinchingly, pushing him back away from you. This time you stalked towards him, as if he were the helpless little lamb, "You're an asshole, Tallahassee." You pushed him again, “You’ve treated me like dirt ever since I met you,” you push him again but this time he grabbed your wrists as he backed up against the table behind him, “Let go of me!”

“Not until you stop acting like a brat,”

“You would know,”

Neither of you notice that you were both moving in until your lips crash together. You're both startled for a moment, but the anger between you seems to vanish as your mouths fit together perfectly. Tallahassee's lips are soft and full, his tongue pushing past your lips, demanding entry into your mouth. You part your lips, eager to taste him, and it's like the world around you fades away. Your hands grip his shoulders, pulling him closer as he turns you to sit on the table. His hips grind against yours, and you moan into his mouth.

You're both panting, your chests heaving as you break away from the kiss. Your eyes lock, and for a moment. "What the hell just happened?" you thought, you were confused but you didn't want it to be over. You wanted to taste him again. You had to.

Tallahassee licks his lips and leans in, his lips pressing against yours again, slowly this time. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, tangling with yours as you moan, arching your back against him. He cups your face in his hands, holding you still as he deepens the kiss, his hips grinding against yours in perfect rhythm.

Suddenly, he pulls away and drops to his knees in front of you. His hands find your hips, gripping them tightly as he looks up at you with those intense blue eyes. His hands move to unzip your jeans, and with a practiced motion, they fall to the floor, leaving you in only your lacy black underwear. His breath hitches as he takes in the sight of you, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

Then he removes your black panties, and you gasp as the cool air hits your skin. Tallahassee looks up at you, his gaze intense, and you can feel yourself growing wetter at his attention. He places a hand on your thigh, rubbing gently, and you arch your hips into the touch. "Do you want this?" he asks, his voice rough and low.

You nodded eagerly, your breath coming in short gasps as he continued to tease you. "Y-yes," you managed to say, your voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart. He smiled at your response, his gaze never leaving yours, and then he leaned forward, pressing his lips against your inner thigh. You cried out as his mouth moves higher, kissing and nipping at your skin, making you feel so sensitive, so alive.

His tongue finds your bundle of nerves and your hips jerk off the table, your head thrown back in ecstasy. He teases you with gentle sucking, using his teeth, making you moan and writhe under his touch. His other hand moves to your other thigh, rubbing, teasing, as he continues to feast on your womanhood. You feel the pressure building inside you, the need to come, to be released, and you can't help but arch your back, crying out his name. "Tallahassee!"

Finally, you feel him push a finger inside you, stretching you, filling you. It's almost too much, it's perfect. And then he adds another, thrusting slowly, relentlessly, each movement driving you closer to the edge. You can feel the muscles in your thighs tighten, the tension building, the need to come, to be free.

"Tallahassee," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "Please..."

His fingers move faster, curling at just the right angle, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You grip the edge of the table, your knuckles white as your release rushes over you in a powerful wave. Your back arches, your hips buck, and you cry out his name, feeling the tension ease from your body. Tallahassee watches you with a mix of awe and desire, as you slowly come back to reality, your breathing returning to normal.

"Look at you, finally putting that mouth of yours to good use," you breathed heavily, watching him as he looked up at you with those intense blue eyes. You reached out to stroke his cheek, feeling the softness of his skin against your fingertips.

Your hand moved to hook under his chin, urging him off his knees. You maneuvered so that he was now leaning against the table.

"Yet yours still could use some work," he teased, a playful smile curling his lips. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your stomach.

"Is that so?" you asked as you bit your lip. Before he could answer, your hands went to his belt, unbuckling it and sliding it off. You undid the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper, revealing his hard length. He was bigger than you had expected, and you felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness course through you.

You sank to your knees, eager to repay him for the incredible pleasure he'd just given you. Taking his erection in your hand, you wrapped your lips around the tip, tasting the saltiness of his skin. He let out a groan that vibrated against your tongue, and you felt a thrill of power course through you at the sound. Your hand moved up and down his shaft, stroking him as you took more of him into your mouth.

He tasted like fire and spice, musky and familiar. You teased him with your tongue, flicking and dancing around the sensitive head, feeling his hips begin to move, urging you on. You took more of him, stretching your mouth as you sucked, relishing the feel of him growing harder, hotter in your mouth. You looked up at him through your lashes, watching as his face contorted with pleasure, and you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

You began to bob your head, moving up and down his length, your hand curling around the base, squeezing gently. You felt the muscles in his thighs tense, felt the heat emanating from his body as he grew closer to release. You took him deeper, feeling him stretch your throat, and his hips bucked forward, pushing against your hand. The sound of his pleasure echoed in the room, filling your ears and making your heart race.

You looked up at him, watching his face as he threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth bared in a grin of pure ecstasy. The veins in his neck stood out, pulsing with each ragged breath he took. His hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements, urging you on. The taste of him, the feel of him in your mouth, the sound of his pleasure... it was all intoxicating, and you couldn't help but lose yourself in the sensation.

As he grew closer, you felt the tip of his cock brush against the back of your throat, and you welcomed it, taking him deeper. His hips bucked wildly, his moans growing louder, more desperate. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, could almost taste the anticipation in the air. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his seed filling your mouth, spilling down your throat. You swallowed every drop, savoring the salty, bitter-sweet flavor.

When you calmed down, you start to realize what happened. And you don't know why. He hated you. Why did he let this happen? You put your clothes back on and sat on the table beside him, where he still lay, catching his breath. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, seeming to think the same thing you were.

"Why do you hate me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The words hung in the air between you, heavy and charged with emotion. He didn't answer immediately, just continued to stare at the ceiling, his expression unreadable. You swallowed nervously, wishing you hadn't asked the question.

"I don't," he said, finally meeting your eyes. "I never did." His voice was rough, like he'd been screaming for hours.

"Then why?" you asked, your voice still trembling with uncertainty. "Why did you act like you did?"

"Because I was scared of letting you close." His admission was quiet, barely audible over the sound of your heart racing. "I didn't want to risk having something else those rotted assholes could take from me,"

He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you. His gaze was intense, searching your face for some sign of understanding. "I thought if I hated you, if I made you hate me, then it wouldn't hurt,"

"I understand," you whispered, reaching out to touch his arm. He flinched at the contact, then relaxed slowly as your fingers trailed lightly over his skin. "I had a daughter,"

You paused, swallowing hard against the lump in your throat. "She was 5 years old when she died. It felt like someone had ripped out my heart. I didn't want to feel that again. To let anyone close enough to do that." you looked down at your hands as they danced together in your lap, "So I do understand, believe me,"

He looked at you, his expression softening. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

You shrugged, trying to smile. "It's okay."

He studied you for a moment, then leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. This time it was different than before, slower and more gentle. His hand cupped your face, cradling it as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the shape of your lips, teasing the seam until you opened for him, letting him in. You could feel the weight of his heart in this kiss, the desperation of someone who had been alone for far too long, who had closed themselves off. And yet, there was something else there, too: a fragile tenderness, a spark of hope that you hadn't felt from him before.

As the kiss ended, you both drew in ragged breaths, your eyes locked on each other's. You reached up, tracing the lines of his jaw, marveling at the way his stubble scratched against your skin. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your cheek, your earlobe. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry for everything." You knew then that he meant it, that he was finally beginning to let go of the pain and the anger and the fear that had been holding him back.

"I know a way you can make it up to me," you said with a shy smirk, leaning in to kiss him softly.

"Oh yeah? How's that Darlin'?" He replied, his voice thick with desire. You could feel his erection already starting to harden against your leg as he moved closer.

You stood from the table and began to undress, he watched your every move with hungry eyes. As you stepped out of your panties, you turned around slowly, letting him take in your naked form.

"Come here," he growled, reaching out to pull you into his embrace. You climbed onto the table straddling his hips, feeling the hardness of his arousal against your aching sex. He cupped your breasts in his hands, teasing and pinching the nipples until they were erect and tender. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, leaning in to kiss you as he began to rock his hips up against yours.

You giggled but before you can respond, the door unlocks and in walks Colombus.

"Oh my God! My eyes!" he screamed, covering his face with his hands when he saw that you and Tallahassee were completely naked. "I-I'm sorry, I should have knocked!" he stammered, his face red with embarrassment.

"Yeah you really should have, you little cock-blocking spit fuck," Tallahassee growled, glaring at Columbus as he continued to stare at you and him, clearly mortified. "And stop staring at my girl. Get out!"

Columbus gulped, clearly shaken by Tallahassee's anger. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything. I just... I thought you might want to leave but I see you're okay in here."

Colombus rushed out the room, the door slamming behind him. You could hear the quickened footsteps practically running away.

"Where were we?" Tallahassee asked, nudging your hips with his. You moaned, arching into the contact, and he smirked. "Oh, right. I was about to make it up to you." He growled, his voice low and rough. He began to rock his hips harder against yours, his erection sliding effortlessly against your wet folds. Teasing you as his cock rubbed against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Yeah, you better," you moaned as you needily grind against him, trying to slip him inside of you. Of course, he noticed.

"Needy, baby girl?" he asked, knowing full well that you wanted him inside of you. He wanted to tease you more, but his cock twitched, aching to be buried deep inside of you. He groaned, feeling the head of his cock brush against your entrance. "I'm not gonna last long, Darlin'. You're so wet for me." He leaned in, kissing your neck, nipping at your skin.

You arched your back, pressing your breasts into his chest as you moaned his name. "Please, Tall..." you breathed, wanting him to finally fill you up. His fingers dug into your hips, guiding you as he began to push inside. There was a burning sensation as he stretched you open, but it was a good kind of pain. You moaned loudly as he bottomed out, his thickness making you feel full and warm.

He groaned, burying his face in your neck as he held you close. His hips began to move, slowly at first, but gaining speed as he found a rhythm. The table beneath you creaked with each thrust, the sound filling the room as he took you roughly. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as the pleasure built inside you.

He stilled and you were about to yell at him when he leans back on his hands, "Take what's yours, baby girl," he growled sitting back, wanting to watch you fuck yourself with his cock. You gasp and lean forward, bracing yourself on his chest as you begin to ride him, your body tight and wet around his length. "Fuck yeah," he moans, watching your breasts sway with each stroke.

"Make yourself cum on my cock, baby girl," he groaned, he took one of your hands off his shoulder and placed it on your clit, "Play with yourself, make yourself cum," he ordered, watching your face as you obeyed. You moaned, your fingers pressing down on your sensitive nub as you rode him harder.

"Oh God, yes," you moaned, your hips moving faster. Tallahassee could feel you getting closer, the tightness around his cock telling him that you were about to come. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." you panted, your fingers moving faster. You arched your back, crying out as the pleasure washed over you, your orgasm crashing through you in a wave of heat. Your muscles contracted around him. Your juices coating his length as you came.

You leaned forward to kiss him before climbing off him and the table. You could see the momentary look of confusion on his face when you bent over the table. Your dripping hole just patiently waiting for him to fill it once more. He let out a deep chuckle before climbing off the table and positioning himself behind you, his hands on your hips.

He leaned in, kissing the nape of your neck before thrusting forward, burying himself inside of you. You moaned, arching your back as he began to move, his hips slapping against your ass.

"That's it, baby girl. Take it," he growled, his voice thick with desire. His thrusts became faster, harder, as he lost control. The feel of your body around him, the sounds you made, the way you moved... it was too much. "Fuck, I'm close," he warned, knowing that he wouldn't last much longer.

"Let go, baby," you urged him, needing him to release into you. His hips snapped forward one last time, and he let out a hoarse cry as he came, filling you up. You felt the hot liquid spill over the entrance of your body, coating your inner walls. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder blade as he tried to catch his breath.

You feel him pull out of you and you whimper at the loss of his heat. But then he's there, kissing your neck and murmuring words of love and affection into your ear. "I love you, Darlin'. I've always loved you." The weight of his words catches you off guard, and you turn in his embrace, looking up at him. His eyes are intense, his expression sincere.

You got dressed, your legs gave out beneath you but before you could hit the floor, Tallahassee caught you. He picked you up effortlessly and headed towards the door.

"Come on, Darlin'," he said softly, "Let's get you to bed," normally, you liked to do things on your own, you didn't need things to be done for you, but you loved the way he was taking care of you. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing. Would it?

He carried you through the area where the others were. You didn't take much notice. You were tired. You vaguely remember hearing Colombus' voice.

"I need therapy to forget that,"

"There is an amazing therapist not far from here," Tallahassee replied, his tone sounding so serious, Colombus sat up, waiting to hear more about this therapist, "I believe her method is to eat your brain so you can't think anymore,"

"Ha ha, very funny," Colombus replied dryly.

The next thing you knew, you were lightly placed on a soft surface. Soon you felt the bed dip beside you. He gently moved you to lie on his chest, placing a soft kiss in your hairline. You yawned and stretched, feeling incredibly content. Tallahassee wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you close.

"I love you, Tally," you murmured sleepily.

He let out a soft chuckle, kissing your forehead. "I love you more, Darlin'."

#reader insert #female reader #tallahassee x reader #zombieland x reader #zombieland fanfiction

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captain039 · 7 months

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PART 2 The predator grounds (Halsin)

Alpha!Halsin x omega!reader

Warnings: prey/predator, forced heats and ruts, sexual, smut, light angst, age gap, claiming., feels tadpoles make you honry 🤣

Previous part <-

When the sun rose you awoke with a jolt, not knowing where you were before your memories came back. You groaned softly the rock uncomfortable, your heat making the rock too hot now. You rolled onto a colder part with a huff, the sound of the waterfall was inviting. You smelt alpha also and jolted eyes opening, the alpha that followed you was leaning against the rock, head hung forward and eyes closed. You shuffled away from him more and glanced to the waterfall, cursing these clothes. They were sticky with sweat and your pants were ruined by slickness. You shuffled quietly towards the waterfall and sighed in relief as the cold water hit your skin. You glanced to the alpha seeing him wide awake, eyes plastered on you. You froze at the hungry gaze before he blinked with a gentle shake of his head. Your mind pulsated something taking over as you whined loudly, the alpha was on you instantly, panting loudly eyed golden. He groaned shaking his head violently as the spell broke.

“Gods what the hell?” You whined as the alpha above you panted.

“I think the intruders in our head are trying to enforce something” he groaned not moving off you. He had you pinned to the ground, a large body covering yours.

“Get off me” You weakly punched his chest, gods his scent. You closed your eyes trying not to bask in his presence, you didn’t need him you kept repeating to yourself. Gods you wanted him. You felt like crying, these clothes you wore were too restricting, a perfect alpha above you, something in your head. You let out a broken sigh as tears rolled down your face. You smelt his calming scent and cursed him.

“I don’t need you,” you said pushing him away and he allowed you to.

“Have you so much hate against nature's way?” He asked and you stared at him eyebrow raised. You wiped your eyes wanting to punch him again.

“This is not nature's way, this is torture you big idiot!” You snapped.

“It may be so easy for you, you’re an alpha! Take and take whatever you please without thought for a single omega! You’re-“ you groaned frustrated.

“Every lover I’ve taken has been in my utmost care, they are my priority and their well-being is my number one concern” he defended.

“Good for you, you’re such a good guy,” you said sarcastically.

“Who hurt you to have such views and anger?”

He asked and you froze mind reeling back.

The alphas in your life were nothing but horrible creatures, your mother for one. She forced you into the streets, trying to sell your body at a young age, as soon as you presented she practically sold you to a brothel. You didn’t stay long, you tore a man’s ear off as soon as his hand touched you. You fought ever since fighting for your life and survival till you settled down in a small cottage away from the horrid city. You only headed in there when you needed supplies.

“Like that’s your business” you hissed and he growled making you tense.

“I’m having a very hard time as well” he said his eyes flashing golden again making you frown.

“Then go away!” You yelled.

“I don’t want you here, there’s no way in hell I’ll mate with someone like you!” You pushed and he growled loudly body pulsing with magic and suddenly a bear stood in his place. You froze quickly shutting your mouth as the bear groaned and stared at you, he was a shapeshifter. His eyes glowed again and golden magic flowed over his body, his human form back. He panted harshly, head against the rocks, fist tight on his leg, he truly was struggling.

“I’m sorry-“ you said looking away ashamed, maybe he truly was a good person.

“I am a first Druid at a grove, I lead a life guided by the oak father,” he said fist unclenching but shaking.

“I’ve never used my status as a gain or bonus, I work for things, I help people in need” he groaned quietly eyes closing tightly before opening again.

“I would never force a lover to be with me, mate with me, me biting your neck before was to protect you from a less kind fate, I never intended to harm you or claim you without consent, as much as I’d like too” he sighed shaking his head and you shrank. You sat back against the rock wall, bringing your legs to your chest, you’d been cruel without reason.

“I’m sorry” you repeated avoiding his eyes.

“I promise you I won’t lay a hand on you unless you ask, even if this thing is forcing us” he gestured to his head.

“I’ll keep fighting it back, if I can’t, then you can punch me again” he chuckled lightly and your stomach churned.

“My magic is blocked here, though if riled up I seem to change” he added sighing as he relaxed as best he could. You only nodded mind reeling different thoughts. You were hugging your knees, what sort of game was this? What were these things in your head? Why did they force you into heats and ruts? Too many questions and little answers. Too much want with little thought. Ever since you got here and felt his teeth in your neck you’ve been fighting the urge to beg for him to claim you, you didn’t even know his name.

“I haven’t told you my name, it’s Halsin,” he said like he read your mind. You told him your name in a quiet voice.

“It’s good to meet you, though I wish it were in better circumstances, perhaps your first thought wouldn’t have been to punch me” he joked softly and you cracked a smile.

“Maybe” you replied softly.

Next part ->

#Halsin x reader #the predator grounds #alpha Halsin #x reader #aob

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kaija-rayne-author · 10 months

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Is Solas neurodivergent?

Of course, unless Weekes confirms one way or another, we'll never actually know. But I'd like to point out a few things.

Firstly. I'm autistic/ADHD, so are my kids and I've been an advocate for invisible disabilities, especially those two, for almost a decade now.

I offer an option on my Patreon for parents (or even just people) who need or want advice.

I have a little bit of a clue here. (More like a massive clue by nuke, but I digress 🤣.)

Why I code Solas from Dragon Age: Inquisition as neurodivergent.

1. Mentally ill fits under the neurodivergent (ND) umbrella. There's no way on Thedas that Solas isn't mentally ill.

(Yes, it really does fit. I'm not going to entertain arguments on the topic. It originally meant 'autistic' it no longer means that and hasn't for a long while. Neurodivergent brains = brains that work in any way other than 'the average'.) The antonym is Neurotypical. I tend to abbreviate them. Neurodivergent = ND, Neurotypical = NT.

At the very least, he likely has survivor syndrome. I'd wager on Depression and CPTSD too. (I have these conditions and am comfortable with saying he has a lot of the traits.) The guy was the leader of an enslaved elves rebellion and a war against the Evanuris. In his own words, he got his hands bloody.

No matter who you are, violence, whether you're the perpetrator or the victim, causes trauma to the psyche. And it went on for actual ages. An Age, in The Dragon Age franchise, is considered to be 100 years, so for hundreds of years, if not thousands, this dude has been fighting. Humans can get CPTSD just from a bad childhood. There's no way he hasn't developed it too.

Survivor syndrome is the response of a person when they believe they have done something wrong by surviving a traumatic event when others did not, often feeling self-guilt. (Can we classify Solas clearly with this? Yes, yes we can.)

He wakes up in a world so horrific to him that he can't even conceive of the people as people.

That's a type of disassociation, which is a symptom of many mental illnesses. Depression is the most obvious. He fucked up, he knows it, he's now trapped in a hellscape. (Heeee, we're all trapped in a dystopian hellscape right now and Depression is on the rise, the correlation is there.)

Disassociation is feeling disconnected from yourself and/or the world around you. For example, you may feel detached from your body or feel as though the world around you is unreal.

There could be a few other things there. He'd be a classic case for Disassociative Identity Disorder, for instance, but given the shit rep on the topic, I'm not going there.

2. ADHD

ADHD is still not very well understood by the average person. Sometimes people think it means we can't hold still. But a lot of the time, the H-Hyperactivity portion is only evident in our brains. For me, for instance, I have to constantly be feeding my brain written stuff or I get very antsy and uncomfortable. (ADD no longer exists, we're all ADHD now.) It's why i developed the habit of reading encyclopedias for fun. (Yes, I really do this.)

Solas is constantly reading, or studying, or thinking.

He shows a pretty typical type of temper for an ADHDer several times. Our tempers can be hot, flaring up suddenly for seemingly unexpected reasons. He absolutely does that. Now, there's always a reason for it, but few people on the outside of us will be aware of whatever the issue is.

ADHDers can also experience incredibly fast (compared to neurotypicals) shifts in emotion. Solas does this. Especially in the after the well of sorrows/pre-breakup scene and the break up scene itself. He see-saws emotionally a lot.

He's incredibly creative. He paints (and probably draws at least a little to paint the way he does). So many neurodivergent people are incredibly creative.

Snark. Many ADHDers tend to be snarky or sarcastic because of, well, everything that usually happens to us in life. The snark and salt simply spill out of Solas. Especially on the 'make him hate you' route through the game. Or any time he's around Vivienne.

Finally, ADHDers very frequently have a deep seated drive to change the world and make it better. Stares at Solas. Yup!

3. Autistic

So, firstly, let me say that most people don't understand what autism is or what autistics look and act like.

As an autistic/ADHD person, my experience of life is completely different from a neurotypicals simply because my brain is wired differently.

Reminder that you can't see autism or ADHD. You can sometimes see common comorbids, but without a brain scan, you cannot see autism or ADHD.

I connected and empathize so heavily with Solas because he's a well written, complex character, and because I love anti-heros.

But also because he's exhibits the exact same type of autistic/ADHD traits that I have. (Both autism and ADHD come in different flavours.) Seeing that rep in a triple AAA game was an incredibly powerful experience.

Even though, given Bioware's absolutely shit rep re: disability, it had to be accidental. I credit Weekes with that rep. I read on Twitter they were recently dxd with one or the other (ADHD or Autism, I honestly can't remember which. And up to 80% of ADHDers are also autistic.)

Solas practices esoteric arts. It's a common thing for many autists & ADHDers to learn and practice arts that just aren't as common anymore. Mine? I spin with a spinning wheel, drop spindle, or Andean hand spinner. I make maps. There's several other strange hobbies and skills I've picked up along the way too.

He shows hyperfocus several times in the game. (Hyperfocus is a trait of both ADHD and Autism.)

He stims with his hands a lot. Especially in the kiss scene. I don't recall seeing any of the other characters do this. I'm not talking about the 'dry hand wash' movements most of the characters do. Solas does a thing I do, taps the tips of his fingers against each other. Whoever did his modelling (is that the right term for making a game character?) understood neurodivergency or are ND themselves. Whether they know it or not.

You could even call his painting a type of stimming.

Stimming is where someone will use repetitive motions or sounds to self-soothe. It's really bad to prevent an autistic/ADHDer from using their stims.

I used to have to have a book on my person at all times. I'm late diagnosed, so I didn't know I was using the books as both a stim and a comfort item.

Solas has something autists call 'flat face effect'. Basically, his face is a bit masklike. He doesn't show emotions strongly on his face or in his body language (unless you make him angry 😅 which is also pretty typical for many of us). I've seen rather a lot of discourse about how emotionless Solas appears. I can read him easily, the emotive cues are there, just subtle, like they would be in an autistic & or ADHD person.

He's a decent actor. Now, most autists will agree that we're not innately good at lying or acting. But we're also really good at acting, at least, many of us are by the time we're adults. It comes from having to mask (autistic masking) almost every second of every day just to survive. Masking kills us. So it's not good that we are forced to do it. But it does make many of us incredible actors.

Anthony Hopkins is argueably one of the best actors of the past several decades. He's openly autistic. And he's spoken of how he got to be a good actor. Dan Ackroyd and Darryl Hannah are a couple of others who are out about it. I code a lot of other creatives as being one or the other, but it’s considered rude to assign a diagnosis like that to a living person. That's for them to do.

Solas managed to stay hidden as a 'unwashed apostate hobo' for however long the Inquisition took to fix things. I've seen estimates of 18 months to 2 years. That's a looooong time to be acting like something you're definitely not.

We see in Trespasser that he's not like that at all. But he still sold it so well his reveal at the end of the game shocked many people.

He's a nerd. An absolute nerd about the fade. Nerdery isn't solely the domain of autistics and ADHDers, but it’s a really common trait.

He's stand-offish.

Many autists and ADHDers are rather stand-offish with people for a variety of reasons.

1) We've been hurt so many times because of people refusing to do half the work of communicating with us. (Trust me, autistics and ADHDers are trying ALL THE TIME to communicate with neurotypicals. Y'all could pick up your part of things, y'know?)

2) We've been rejected so often for a genetic condition(s) we can't change. But accommodations for us, which are usually pretty simple and often help neurotypical people too, are considered 'too much'. There's something called RSD that most, if not all, autistic and ADHD folks experience. Rejection Sensitivity Disorder is a bitch kitty and there's no dealing with it well. It hurts.

3) We're often stand-offish while we try to figure out whatever social rules exist in that space/time. We often warm up when we know (or think we know) the rules. Or once we get to know people.

4) Solas is often alone, he's rarely pictured as being with anyone else other than Cole and the Inquisitor. NDs often end up either pushed to the edge of the crowd, or we choose to stay distant as a preventative measure so we aren't rejected.

Food sensitivities: Solas utterly loathes tea. There's a whole cutscene about it. (Fun fact, Solas doesn't like tea because Weekes doesn't.) But that extreme reaction to a relatively innocuous drink is a classic example of a food sensitivity. Most autistics and ADHDers have food or texture sensitivities or both. I can't abide raw tomatoes, and I'll get the urge to cry if I touch corduroy fabric.

Sensitivities can really be anything, but if you know someone who has them, please understand we're not trying to be difficult or to ask for extra attention or to make trouble. The modern world is frankly hell for most autistics and many ADHDers. Brain scans of us when we’re exposed to our sensitivities show that they actually are causing us physical pain. Pain centres in the brain light up like a Yule tree.

Solas is quiet, until he's not. Then he'll talk your ear off. This is pretty common for many of us too.

Solas and the fade. Special interest, anyone?

Special interests: Most autistics and ADHDers have Special interests. It's something that can utterly enthrall us. We tend to want to learn everything we possibly can about the subject we're fascinated with. And we love to share that information. In something called 'infodumping' we're trying to connect with other people. It's one of the ways many of us say we care about someone. By sharing our favourite things. We're also deeply penalized for something we can't change, there, too.

We deeply enjoy the thing and want to share our enjoyment with people we like/love. This can utterly backfire on us, but it doesn't change the urge to share. Often until our audience is giving us the 'dead fish face'. It's where the person's eyes are a little glazed over and they look a bit concussed. Anyone who has ever taught a class of students or is a parent or child caretaker, or is autistic/ADHD knows the look I'm talking about.

I'll stop blabbing for now, but those are most of the reasons I heavily code Solas as autistic/ADHD/mentally ill. Or, in another word. Neurodivergent.

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✨The Many Faces of Gilbert Von Obsidian✨

These are my personal favorite faces we have seen of the beloved Gilbert so far, and my thoughts on what each of them could mean. 💕🖤 I also included emojis that i think correspond to the faces just because i think it’s fun 😆

Emoji(s): 😈😏🤭🤫

I love this one, it’s so versatile. It could be mischievous, an “Ah-ha!” Moment, it could arguably be a seductive or even a flirty face (i mean i think literally any face he makes is seductive, but that’s just me), it could be a face that says “gotcha bitch, can’t fool me”, or “you fell right in my trap little rabbit” . This one is a classic and i love it 🖤

Emoji(s): 😒😐😡🤨👿

Another versatile one, but i think it can be more narrowed down: it gives fed-up vibes, “you fool, you really thought you could get away with that lie?”, and it’s sister-vibe of “i know you’re lying and I’m not in the mood for your bs”, it’s a look that says “I will take away everything you love and make you suffer”, it could also be “I’m not in the mood, don’t breathe in my direction”, and my personal favorite “you fucked around, now you ‘bout to find out”

In the event, he says it’s a declaration of war if anyone hurts the “little rabbit” 🤭

Emoji(s): ☺️😊😌

I interpret this face as more gentle; it is an “at peace” face (which, with Gil, could also be very bad), it could be satisfaction, it signals he is happy - but it could also mean he is sarcastically happy as well, or enjoying someone else’s pain. I personally like to imagine this face as the one we would see when he’s napping or sleeping like the one event we saw 🥺(especially after certain acts 😉)

Emoji(s): 😳😧🤯

This one literally always makes me giggle. It will never not be funny. This man has seen almost everything there is to see, he is known as one of the worst disasters to happen to all the neighboring kingdoms, and acts all big and bad like a hard-ass. So when i see this face right here, i cackle for a good minute 🤣. This is the face that says “bitch… you did WHAT??” Like this is genuine shock. Do you know how hard it is to shock this man?? Istg i would make it my life mission to see Gilbert make this face as many times as i could. This looks like a face he would make at someone giving him a taste of his own medicine 😏. Someone who caught him off guard, and made him speechless at either the stupidity of someone/something, or the 0.001% chance that someone did something he didn’t plan for while he was scheming 100 steps ahead. It’s a rare face, and it’s my 2nd favorite of all his faces so far.

Emoji(s): 😟😣😓😮‍💨

And now for my all-time favorite. This is my favorite for many reasons, and i think if i could sum it all up in one word, it would be: vulnerable. Idk if I’m the only one, but this face is what makes him seem more human to me? This is not a face we have seen often at all so far. It could mean he is upset, worried, stressed, tired, or even sad. But… it also could mean relief in a weird way? I could see this face being used in a case where he was worried about MC and he finally realized she’s okay. I honestly could see this also being his actual real “sleeping” face, (cuz we all know he doesn’t actually get to sleep 🥺), but when he does sleep, it’s total relaxation. Instead of the fake smile he’s so used to wearing, we see him in a more human state - it feels like genuine emotion. Now… because I’m me, i have to go here. I also can see this being the face he makes during sex 🤭😈. Like i can imagine when you are on your knees giving him the best head of his life, he is kinda shook and you look up, dick in mouth and all, and you see his beautiful face just like that😩😮‍💨.

My poor baby finally has a chance to forget who he is just for a few moments, and actually feel good. I imagine MC being his safe place, and when the doors close, he gets to breathe and allow himself to be a human being, not the monster everyone knows him as for once. I honestly can’t get enough of this face, it is by far my favorite out of all the other ones we’ve seen.

#ikepri #ikemen prince #ikemen series #ikemen ouji #ikemen gilbert #ikepri gilbert #imnotcrazyyourecrazy #ipromiseimokay #cybird

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Which TBZ member would you assign your moots? And why?

hey anon! first of all, thank you for sending this in 🥺 means a LOT to me 💕 sorry that i'm super late 😭 i basically met everyone on this post on oct 8 and i wanted to wait at least a month to get to know them better, and to give a more detailed (basically) thank you and appreciation post. here are the ones that took a part of my heart!

general message to the ones here: you guys are such heart stealers! 💜 again, thank you for showing me that the internet can be a safe place ✨

also i'm curious 🤔 which member would you assign me to?

@cloverdaisies 📢 juyeon (+ jacob)

the way i went to heaven and back when clo answered my dm 😍 and then she followed me back?! 😱 told clo about how i was nervous interacting with her and yk how juyeon gives off shy and understanding vibes? i just feel like he would just be like "no no, you're all good. don't worry." like, that's clo right there guys (minus the shy part 🤣). jacob because she was so patient and nice dealing with my rants and me losing my mind (aka. fangirling) 🥺 literally talked to her for 2+ hours when i first properly had a chance to interact with her and it was so random going from plastic 🍴 to anime 📺 to [insert another random topic] 🤭 to her works ✏️ etc. (clo if you're reading this, i feel in love with juvenile again and i'm on my way to target:lover as soon as i have time 😉)

@heemingyu 📢 chanhee

apart from all the memes she has (cute or cursed 💀), she makes me just wanna squish her and just tell her how she should stop being so damn loveable (also stop flirting with me, my heart can't handle it). also you know how chanhee can be savage sometimes? yeah so, that's sana 🤠 but it's all loving banter between us, i promise! 💕 (had an ask because anon thought that sana and i were fighting 🤣) and yk how chanhee smacks deobi out their delulu sometimes, well sana does it in a similar way with her words and arguments 😵‍💫 she def puts up a good word fight fr that it keeps me awake and alert 😭 also, i just know sana is just as sassy as chanhee 🫢 we fangirl about chanhee 🐧 together and a few idols here and there (cravity take my money 💸). thank you for dm-ing me first that day 😭 you don't understand how much i was laughing (and blushing) at 1am because of it 🐝🍯

@justalildumpling 📢 kevin (+ sunwoo)

ik no one will agree with this KSJDKSK kevin is in no way an extrovert like my aussie girl is but j is very kevin vibes for me 💕 the things kevin say is very very comforting and j has made me cry 3 times because of it (yeah, everyone attack her lovingly please 🥺🫂). sunwoo because her energy gives me energy back, and her smile is just so damn cute 😻 bonus, you know that sarcastic smile that sunwoo did that one time on live with his loverboy beanie? i literally saw sunwoo when she did it LIKE IT WAS A "WHOA HOLD UP" moment 😮 the jaemin to my jeno, the eric to my sunwoo 💕 thank you for your words that night 🥹 i think i can make it through now. also note for you j: ...rice 🤨...rice 🍚

@kimsohn 📢 eric

i genuinely thought i scared maya away at first actually 😭 but maya is so sweet 🥺 they were the first one to send a friend request when i ventured out of tumblr 🤭 maya just seems like the one who would approach others and be like "hey, let's be friends!" (i do know maya is an introvert but still!) which is a very eric thing! so i stayed and thankfully got to meet everyone else and everyone else better 😆 would love to get to know you better 😊 ahhhh also maya 🥹 i literally had chills down my spine when you recognised my healing project like 😭 thank you sm for mentioning that! i appreciate it sm 🫶

@laviesm 📢 haknyeon

i can't really explain it tbh 😭 it's quite hard to put it into words but other than mona being so cute, she gives off massive haknyeon vibes 😚 maybe the others are able to put it into words and/or understand what i mean. kind of off topic but mona's accent is so cute 🥺 and the little texts that she would just drop out of nowhere is so wholesome! 🥰 (omg, i suck at explaining this) mona if you're reading this, i support any purchase of yours 💲 probably not a good idea for your wallet but we won't talk about that 👝 so yes, get those shoes 👟 bag 🛍️ and clothing 🧥! you're gonna rock it!

@littleroaes 📢 hyunjae

you know how all the members find hyunjae to be so supportive? that's so dora 🥺💜💌 she's always been so supportive. for me, especially that time when i accidentally deleted my old account (still so hurt by that gosh 😞), i quickly decided to make a new account with the same name and tried to follow all the accounts i know! i msged her to basically explain to her that it's me 😭😭 and that no one is impersonating me or anything but then she goes off and basically just made a supportive post for me? ❤️‍🩹 you're seriously an angel 🪽 would love to get to know you better 💝 and i can't wait to re-read (and read new) your stories when i have time 🫂

@mosviqu 📢 kevin

my fellow psych buddy! 💪 and another person i would absolutely love to get to know better! bar is so sweet and patient with my rants and also my random psych questions (so thankful she answers because the internet and the unit coordinator can be unreliable fr 😭). other than that, we've had some convos that healed a part of my heart ❤️‍🩹 and i'm so grateful to the times when i can just talk about it with someone yk 🫂 felt like i was unconsciously holding it in for so long so it was a relief to let it out 🥹 also, bar! 🍰 you're gonna smash that thesis, i believe in you!

@daisyvisions 📢 sangyeon

i haven't talked to daisy too much but i swear she gives me responsible parent vibes 💪 very easy going, kind, approachable 🥺 i was able to ask her a couple of questions and opinions that i would never be able to ask usually (that was my first convo with her) and for me, it was a big deal 💖 she's so trustworthy and i felt safe asking her that question 😊 daisy if you're reading this, literally can't wait to explore your masterlist when life gets less busy and i meant what i said 😤 (just tell me, i'll be rocking up with some food and we're good to go! 🧋🍱🍿🍨...kinda broke atm so i'll just bring this much for now)

@sungbeam 📢 changmin

...am i the only one who couldn't approach beam at first? 😭 like changmin who seems intimidating at first (wait beam hear me out first—🥹), thankfully time matched up and i was able to finally interact with the author that made me cry and stub my toe on the wall at 3am 😀 so eventually beam went from 'the stealer in THAT last chorus' 🔥 to the 'changmin who introduced chucky to deobi with that huge smile of his'. 🐿️ would love to get to know you better as well 🥺 also i support your purchase with that duck 🦆 bin cause it was so cute! i just knew i had to send the post to you as soon as i saw it (not me forgetting your account name and so i basically scrolled through my whole entire page to find you—)

@winterchimez 📢 hyunjae

so many things to say fr first, ally is basically my soulmate 🥺🫂 like hyunjae who fits in any kind of story scenario, i believe that our shared interests and thoughts led to this awesome, cool and dynamic friendship ❤️‍🔥 it's crazy that suddenly one follow, led to another, to a reblog (to me fangirling once again), to me posting something, to ally commenting 💬 to her closing the gap 📮 and messaging me 📥 after. it's just so wild to think about and i really tend to ponder and think about stuff like origins of friendships quite often. if it wasn't for ally, i most probably would have never met anyone in this post. if i did meet them (which yk, i would like to believe i would have either way), i think it would've happened way further in the future. i love everyone here so much and i think i would have missed out on a lot if ally didn't basically pull me out of my shell 🐚 hyunjae (from what i see) can go to very mischievous, then supportive and then loveable—to me that's just ally ❄️🥺💓 ally, i am forever thankful that somehow God said "they're on the opposite ends of the world? let them be friends anyways!" 🥹

@wuahae 📢 younghoon

another one that i can't really describe! ahhhh! 😭 other than the fact that god cat is a visual 😍 thank you for helping me with all my weird, random rants. i love how i would be like "help" and cat would be like "yes! i am here!" 🥺 also yes! thank you for agreeing with me on the topic of fairy bread! 🧚‍♀️🍞 (not me hating on a bread while assigning you ppanghoon 😭) was indeed a lonely battle without you. look forward to more episodes of grandma izzy 👵 vs technology 💻 episodes because there ain't no way i will figure out how to use any of these new, modern apps without someone that will answer me at any time of the day (for the sake of your health, i would def say please fix your sleeping 💤 schedule but who am i to give you this advice? 🤪 let's be 'sleep-who?' buddies together! 😆)

@zzoguri 📢 jacob

other than the fact that's moni is in love with jacob 🍐, moni also gives me parent vibes 2.0. 🫂 i didn't know moni much until quite recently (and i remember commenting on how i love their fic 😍 and ran out after 🏃‍♀️💨) but time matched up once again and they were part of a group that i managed to open up to straightaway. i actually made a mistake towards moni and i apologised, and they were so understanding ❤️‍🩹 (thank you so much for that btw moni if you're reading this) to the point i slept well after 💤 moni can also go from nods and understanding hums to very chaotic energy 🍻 which is a bit of what i see in jacob whenever he's around some members 🤭 love that for them seriously 😚

bonus! 📢 quote from songs i associate all of them with...

you never know (hsmtmts) ⛅ - a chapter begins, the pages turn in the wind, this story's so unpredictable lifeline (the rose, the transparent) 📞 - if the world is coming down, i won't let you drown, even if you start to lose your hold travel (bol4) 🧳 - take me to london, paris, new york city

#💖 izzy answers your asks!#📣 izzy's tag games!#🗓️ izzy's scheduled posts!

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