#so i gotta make the bestie suffer

[thedeadthree]

SUFFERING IS A TERRIBLE FIRE; IT EITHER PURIFIES OR DESTROYS. [template by @unholymilf ✧ | icons ✧]

#oc: vharion #metroid oc #for the audience of me and my besties and mutuals <3 INTRODUCING THE FIRST OF THE BELOVEDS #i was going to do the other cast members but i don't have fcs for them yet and i just finished prime and was like I GOTTA YELL jsjaa #this is also a part of my master plan to get y'all to play it and make clowns so my clowns can have besties hehe <3 #these clowns have been on my heart since i was like? little? a little bit emotional about them returning to the fold ! #scheduled q #tungle mucked with the quality but he’s my baby and i love him 🥀❣️😭 #(i also meant to schedule this akajjzjz but it’s fine 🥀) #he couldn’t wait hehe <3 🥀 #he turned back on so much for those he loves to learn they thought him a monster anyway 🥀😭 #he aided in the overthrow of his father bc the empress would have zeroed his betrothed for starters! #and becoming the minister of the yllic forces of zebes and trying to zero THEM was another thing :’) #(he wasn’t trying to he was under the impression s*amus was the catalyst of his suffering?) #(like he wasn’t aware her memories were erased and blamed it on the Hunter. his brother who he didn’t know WAS his brother -> #he thought was a traitor (there’s a whole other thing on his brother but!) ) #and the thing is they were both raised by the c*hozo and are two sides of the same coin him and the hunter! #they SHOULDNT be enemies but events and upbringings later on made them that! they should be besties! #a bit of a commercial break from the t*lou and a*soiaf dears for him <3

[daz4i]

if i may complain for a bit about something that doesn't actually matter and can be easily avoided. god i hate fics that baby-fy chuuya

#yeah yeah i know just don't read them w/e. there's no tags to avoid these unfortunately 😐 #it kinda feels like a fanon of fanon. it's so far removed from his canon self even if some core elements are there. #why write him like a 15 y/o even as an adult. and the thing is. even when he was 15 in canon he wasn't this childish. c'mon. #a lot of the most popular skk fics have him characterized like this and man I'm tired. look how they massacred my boy. #ok complaining session over. i feel like i sound kinda mean. sorry abt that. #it doesn't actually matter that much just a bit frustrating when it keeps happening when you're already a couple hundred words into a fic #edit: i lied I'm not done complaining i gotta turn this into a rant bc ppl misunderstanding my favorite character online is a crime. #childish was the wrong word for me to use ig it's more like. innocent. #girl. bestie. he has been part of criminal organizations quite literally since he remembers himself. #he is not some sweet uwu baby who's a bit of a tsundere or w/e. he's got genuine reasons to be angry yknow. he's been through shit #and he's not innocent? he's in the fucking mafia lol we literally see him kill like 20 people in 5 minutes at 15 y/o. #he's not naive either???? he may not be dazai levels of smart but he's still capable of figuring things out himself???? #like he did figure out rimbaud's thing by himself. he's not stupid or slow. he wouldn't be a mafia executive otherwise. #and that's also the reason he can't be naive like... he is in constant danger after all #and idk watering down all this^ for aus is boring and turning him into practically an oc but it's even worse in canonverse #or literally any au where he suffers the same amount as he does in canon. bc then what's your excuse for watering him down. #it feels like forcing him into this very clear cut mold you see in every media when he is literally. not that. #no one in bsd is honestly that's part of its charm imo. they all subvert your expectations of their character archetypes #i think this is why it's making me so angry bc it doesn't feel like just misunderstanding the character but also the whole story. in a way. #am i going too far? perhaps. i dunno. i do feel less Dirty after letting out this frustration tho. #complaining session is now officially over okay. yes. sorry. i don't mean to offend anyone sorry if i sound mean at any point.

[sweatandwoe]

Cute little karlach drabble where tav just chugs dozens of fire resistance potions just so can give her a hug because I love that idea

Cute little Karlach Drabble coming right up, but also Tav bathes in it cause gotta be fully covered for our girl

Karlach x GN!Reader, Fluff, Astarion is a bestie here, Karlach is a sweetie, Tav has 2 braincells that they share with both of them

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"Are you bathing in it?"

You glance up, to find Astarion staring down into your tub. There's a grimace on his face that has you grin, moving to rub more of the potion into your skin. "Technically I've still got clothes on so I think this counts as swimming."

He stares, and you grin back. Your smile widens the longer he seems to look annoyed with you. "Karlach, I'm sure will appreciate the effort."

"It's no effort." You say, adjusting. Your hands raise to rub the potion into your face, the smell overwhelming for a moment. "I hope she likes cinnamon. This potion reeks of it." Then you take a sip of it from your cupped hands while Astarion makes a disgusted noise.

"Just - don't get it into your eyes then, darling."

"Why - Oh fuck."

Astarion, being the most best friend in the world, is kind enough to let you suffer for only a minute while he laughs loudly and openly before getting you a pale of water. You sniff, staring down at your reflection in the water once you've rinsed your eyes out. Then turn to him with your watery eyes and a trembling lower lip. "I look fine, right? My eyes will stop burning soon I think? "

His gaze slides away from you to the camp entrance. "Why don't you ask her about how you look."

You turn your head and Astarion slinks off into the background, as you spot your girlfriend. Everything else always tends to get blurry around her when you gaze at her. It was love or the heat waves from her energy, but you liked to think it was love.

She grins, though she looks confused as she sees you in your underwear, laying in a tub of potion. "Felt like going for a swim?"

The way she just gets it. Your arms wrap around her when she kneels next to you. She stiffens, shocked at your touch, before relaxing at what came out of your mouth next. "I love you." You pull back, sniffing. "You get me."

She smiles all warm and excited. "You got fire resistance potion in your eyes, didn't you?" But her forehead touches yours, and she's nearly lifting you from the tub when her arm curls around your muddle, and potion sloshes onto the ground. "I love you too." She glances down to the ground, and then sniffs you. "Why did you bathe in it, sweetie?"

You grin, moving up to kiss her cheek, grazing your lips closer to her pointed ear. "I wanted to ensure I had full coverage. Just in case."

Karlach swallows, but eagerly helps you out of the tub. Her fingers slide against your underwear, touching the top of it. She's always warm, but the heat you feel is muted, not as burning as it usually would be when she got a little worked up. "Let me take you to a place where I may not cause a forest fire, alright?"

You grin, letting her pick you up with an ease no matter your size or height, she was strong enough to carry you off.

The cinnamon scent will last a week in the camp and on your skin. Worth it.

#karlach x reader #karlach #astarion is there... #bg3 #sweaty daily drabbles

[mccoyquialisms]

More bits from the 1st night of the London D20 live show that brought me joy:

The little “ooooohhhhHHHH” bit everyone in the atrium did as they were rolling the bingo cages for their characters

How NUTS everyone went when Lou got Fabian and everyone started chanting “hoot growl”

A second, just as loud cheer when Siobhan got Adaine and her and Lou ran around the stage together

Siobhan, unprompted: “GIVE ADAINE A GUN!”

Emily has apparently named a stray cat after Plug <3

Sydney straight up eating the ground (it’s ice cream, she’s fine. Sort of.)

“It’s a smell so counter to everything human life needs, in a way that almost kills you, but also, only in a way someone from New York can understand, makes you proud.”

The party refusing to call the candy wyverns anything other than “bugs”

Zac interrupting the ongoing banter to announce Skip is already boarded and sucking on the saddle of the wyvern

“I throw a flash grenade.” “I turn into a giant pigeon.” “I cast unseen servant to untie him.” “I shoot a guard.” “Okay, so everyone decides to do something SUPER SUBTLE.”

I mentioned it before but it’s SO good: “the DC is 500. Only a Nat 20 will do it.” Beardsley: [rolls a Nat 20 first try] [pandemonium in the arena]

“Have you seen Succession?”

The gabagool 🤌

“Adaine, we have saved the world multiple times. These are the scariest people we have ever met.”

Lou losing it at Sydney’s grenade having 1 point of poison damage in addition to all the bludgeoning damage

Skip gives Fabian a laser gun. He does not know what it is until he shoots Calroy with it

“Adaine, this gun thing you’re on? I get it.”

Cocaine Bear

“I YEETED YOU!”

Pete and Skip instant besties. Pete and Fabian instant enemies.

“You named him Anus and now I just have to do it the rest of the show!”

“I absolutely hate to add insult to injury…” “THEN DON’T!”

Adaine passing her wisdom save by 1 point to prevent Kugrash’s polymorph spell from turning her into a rat

The absolute ROAR that went up when Skip transformed into Lapin

“Anus?” “Not today.” “Not today WHAT?”

“I thought I was just on another planet starting a revolution I don’t intend to stick around for.” “America!”

Ally confidentially declaring Lapin and Aguefort have swinger vibes

“Do you want to just take him?” “Do you mean in the biblical sense?” “Another exciting use….”

[croaky voice] butterfly in the skyyyy

Pete opening 6 different flavors of seltzer while the rest of the party does kublacaine

Elaine Lee in the house!!!

Kugrash the greatest chaperone who ever lived

Lapin and Aguefort…and they were roommates…..Lapin’s “how do I look?” before they go into the egg fortress lmao

Syd’s perfume missile dealing 68 points of damage to Fabian and instantly knocking him unconscious. “Are you rolling D20s for damage???”

“I’m going to use my tides of chaos to reroll….worse.”

Tina the butterfly familiar that everyone totally remembers

“Well shit, any house where we kill the people in it becomes our house.”

Pete dissing Fabian so hard he feels the toxic masculinity coming back

Lapin requesting an exam extension for Adaine and Fabian from Arthur via dating app

The collective psychic damage everyone took from the “yar har har” scene

“Pete just starts dancing with a scarf in a way no one else has seen before.” “That’s my fucking thing!!!”

Sydney just enabling every pvp encounter alsdkghsdg. Giving Fabian unlimited capacity to his gun as he’s shooting Pete, with Fabian hitting twice and criting once.

“I can pleasure you or throw grenades, you gotta pick one.” “The first one, obviously!” “Okay!”

Lapin, Adaine and Kugrash chain smoking in the corner suffering through the pain of existence while the rest of party goes nuts around them

Murph incorporating the words “come/coming” as much as possible into Kugrash’s farewell speech while Brennan mimes Gilear’s enormous dick behind him. Not even Fabian’s battle sheet is enough to conceal that hog

“That’s right, I’m the king. And then I jump into the dumpster.”

GILEAR…MY…..OLD FRIEND………Aguefort and Gilear fwb real

“Not another person with their penis frozen to the walk in!”

#dimension 20 live #dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 live #dropout #my musings #time quangle

[honoviadakai]

Rating the Hazbin crew based on how well they’ll take care of you when you’re sick 🤒

Charlie🎶🏨:

8/10

So letting Charlie know you’re sick might actually be a bigger health concern for her than it is for you

She’s gonna act like you’re dying

She legitimately might make Razzle and Dazzle plan for a funeral

You are now gonna be on house arrest

No

Scratch that

You’re on bed arrest!

No getting up under any circumstances! 😤

She’s wait on you hand and foot till you’re 1000% better

She’s gonna be overbearing but in her defense, she REALLY doesn’t want you to suffer/die so please just bare with her

She just wants you to recover asap ;3;

Vaggie🗡️🦋:

7/10

Ok so on one hand…her chicken soup is pretty good

On the other hand…she’s a very “tough love” kinda gal to anyone who isn’t named Charlie Morningstar

It dose not help that she’s canonically Latina…

All my fellow Latinos know, if you get sick…you get the vaporub

And that is probably something Vaggie still firmly believes in

“Just rub some raporub on your chest and nose and walk it off, you’ll be good in no time!”

Said every Latino parent in history….

She’s probably never had to take care of many sick people in her human life, let alone her afterlife in hell

Cut her a bit of slack and just use the vaporub, she’s trying damn it!

Alastor🦌📻:

-12/10

N O

WHY WOULD YOU EVER COME TO THIS MAN FOR MEDICAL HELP!?!

Do you have a death wish or something!?

Best case scenario, he’ll help you but your soul is gonna be on the line for a while!

Worst case scenario, he’s just gonna let you suffer

And I don’t mean that he’s just gonna leave you to sleep in your room

No no no, that too boring

He’s gonna make sure no one else in the hotel knows of your predicament and he’s gonna watch you struggle and laugh at your misery…

For the love of all that is good in the universe…don’t let him know you’re sick…ever.

Angel Dust🕷️💕:

6/10

Ok

Listen…he’s not the worst option….but you do have better options

The problem asking Angel to help you when you’re sick is that you’re sick…

You’re gross…he doesn’t want not on his fluff

But if y’all are very close…

Like besties or lovers? That changes the game

He’ll cuddle you, no questions asked

So it really depends on who you are to him how much effort he’s gonna put in

He’s also kinda forgetful

For example, if you ask him for a cup of tea, he’ll absolutely go brew a cup for you

But you better pray that nothing and no one distracts him!

Cuz otherwise just forget about having hot tea or tea in general…

He’s pretty shit at remembering to take medication at certain times too so I’d set multiple reminders

Even then…might not help much…

He is a pretty good cook though so rest assured, you will be very well fed during your recovery period

Husk🐈‍⬛🥃:

10/10

Will this crusty old man complain about having to help you? Yes.

Will he bitch and moan every time you ask him for another cup of tea? Absolutely.

Will he curse under his breath while holding your hair back as you puke your brains out for the 10th time in the past 24 hours? Without question.

But he’s still fucking helping you

He can say whatever the hell he wants, he’s waiting on you hand and foot till you’re better of his own volition

He’s out here making some of the best damn soup you’ve ever had he’s gonna make sure you finish every last spoonful god damn it!

If you gotta take medication on a schedule, best believe he’s setting multiple timers

You’re also taking all the naps you need, no arguments! 😤

If you ask, he will cuddle you, but he will make you swear on your mother’s grave that you won’t tell a soul he did that for you

He’d rather chop his arms off than admit this, but he is genuinely worried for you and just wants you to recover

You did not hear that from me though 🤐

Niffty🪡🐞:

5/10

Oh she makes some of the best soup! 🥣

Her home cooked meals are delicious

Honestly the best part of having Niffty taking care of you is just how well fed you’re gonna be 🥰

But this is Nifty we’re talking about…

So she’s gonna be….Nifty….

She’s gonna hover uncomfortably close to the bed while you rest…

Just…watching you…

She’s not even trying to be creepy or anything

She’s just making sure you’re ok

But like…she’s starting a little too intensely at you…not blinking even once…

She’s just waiting to see if you want tea or something tbh

She just forgot you’re supposed to blink

She’ll also just watch you sleep

Not sure why…she just does

If she’s feeling ✨spicy✨…she miiight give you some questionable medicine…

Like, medicine she found in Alastor’s room….

Please get an actual doctor 🙏

Sir Pentious🐍🥚:

2/10

No

Just…no

Get an actual doctor

Please!

He means well

He really does!

But this man died in the Victorian era!

Don’t let a man with medical knowledge form the Victorian era help you!

He will use leeches on you!

And that’s the best case scenario for you!

And for the love of all that is good in the world, do NOT let the egg boys help!

They all share a brain cell between them and I don’t think any of them is ever fully away of where it is at any given moment

They’re likely to take one look at you and think the best way to reduce your fever is to stick you in an ice bath…for hours….

Go to an actual doctor if you wanna keep your ability to breathe. Please.🙏

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #Vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #Angel Dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #husk #husker #hazbin hotel husk #niffty #hazbin hotel niffty #sir pentious #hazbin hotel sir pentious

[thelunarsystemwrites]

200 259 followers DTIYS!!

Finally after FAR too long debating, I finally drew up a DTIYS!! It was originally supposed to be for 200 followers, but uh... a little late!

Before I get into any rules or anything, I just- I gotta thank some people. People like my Twin, and platonic spouse aren't on Tumblr, BUT!

@tobi-draws a best friend and, honestly family to me. You might not have any idea how much your writing has helped me get through life, but it has. Any time you've updated is a good time for me! you're incredibly talented and I am honored to be your friend!! Ily!! /fam!

And of course Argos!! @childofthest4rzz my sib!! Sis? (I'll ask later??) My bestie in every RP and literally like the brightest person ever, ilysm to the sun and back!

And, my mum here @inka-boi congratulations on 269+ followers!!! I wish I had entered your DTIYS, but I'm so happy so many other people did, you deserve it!!

And @dtdrawz you are, very very cool. Very awesome, I like it, we vibing. Literally I look up to your art, it actually was the reason I drew this specifically! 😎

@absurdumsid AHGHGHGHH YOUR ART- I am super duper glad we got to work on UTMV agereverse farm sans together, and I am INCREDIBLY grateful I got to talk to you about my experiences as a system, thank you!

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THERE'S SO MANY PEOPLE I DIDN'T MENTION I'M SORRY, THE LIST WOULD BE SO LONG- @jazzy-jazzz @screwnames-ihatenames @annabel184 @denieatsart @italic-doing-random-shit @largefound @ant1quarian @the-second-reason @n1ght-sh4d3 @fell-is-suffering @kiyo-void @iatetheglue @inkcat1987 @axinfinity @fruityfroggyfelon AND LITERALLY ALL MY MOOTS YOU ARE ALL SO SPECTACULAR!!!

*Deep breath*

With that put of the way! Rules!

Tag me!

You may change the pose, but he must be sleeping.

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You may add your own touches if you wish, as long as the vibe is the same. This includes adding accessories.

The lighting is not important and doesn't have to be included.

You may add other facądetale characters if you wish.

Have fun with it!

Prizes are uh, I am going to TRY and provide them! Keep in mind, as of right now I have no decided deadline! I'll make a post later on going into more depth about prizes, and the deadline! (It's gonna be atleast a few months)

Once again... thank you all. I've struggled a lot, I still do. But to all my followers, thank you. I never thought I get this far, it's Lunartastic! Everyone I'm sending good vibes your way!! Have a wonderful time, and thank you!

#facądetale #Sans au #dtiyschallenge #Lunars Dtiys! 🌙💜 #<- use that tag if you can! #Moots #dtiys #Utmv #utmv au #utmv sans #undertale aus #au sans #undertaleau #Art #Drawing

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 09 - High Heels & Cunnilingus]

Pairing: service sub!Yoongi x soft domme!Reader

Kinks: high heel kink, foot & leg worship, cunnilingus on the couch, gentle hair pulling, overstimulation (f.receiving) because he can’t stop eating her out, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), kneeling, subby boy tears, praise, sweet aftercare

Wordcount: 4.7k

a/n: making this header hurt me on so many levels. It’s the fact that yoongi either kneels or is tied up in every second thing he appears in that does it for me. enjoy besties, we are all suffering here 💚

Yoongi is glued to you, arms around your waist and face nuzzled into your chest. With your high heels on, you manage to tower over him just enough that he can comfortably tilt his head to bury his face in your chest. Which he currently very successfully does. In the middle of the elevator where every second, another person could walk in. 

“What are you doing?” you ask him in a chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. 

"You're so tall", he mumbles into your boobs.

"It's the shoes", you say, shifting on the floor a little. 

Yoongi follows you, tugging you close.

"Don't go please", he whines, "you smell so good."

"Gosh baby, what's gotten into you? We're in public", you say in a laugh, ruffling his long hair at the back. 

He merely whines and buries his face deeper into your boobs, hands running up and down your butt and lower back. 

It is rare to have your boyfriend be so publicly needy for you. Yoongi is a very shy and private man and he wouldn’t dare to embarrass you (and himself) by acting clingy in places where other people could see it. He is way too shy for that. So to have him basically smother himself with your boobs while his hands are groping your butt is new yet exciting. 

"Are you drunk, baby?" you ask him.

"No", Yoongi shakes his head, using the opportunity to bury himself even deeper, "so soft. You’re so soft", he mumbles, squeezing your butt at the same time as he kisses your boobs.

"Jesus, baby", you laugh, trying and failing to flee him, "calm down, gosh baby what are you doing?"

Yoongi whines your name, chasing you, "please don’t go."

The elevator dings and opens, revealing your floor to you.

"Well, we gotta. That’s our stop", you say, patting his butt, "get your clingy booty moving."

Yoongi follows with a pout, hugging your arm and resting his cheek against it. You sneak a glance at him, realising that he is gazing up at you. 

"What?" you ask him fondly.

"You're so tall", he says and rubs his cheek against you like a cuddly cat, even going so far as to close his eyes. 

"You're so cute", you say, leading the way with your clingy boyfriend by your side and your high heels clicking on the floor. 

You and Yoongi were on a date tonight. Dinner in one of your city's finest restaurants and later dance in a private jazz club owned by your shared friend Taehyung. There was no extraordinary reason for your date night, you simply loved going out together. In your seven years and five months together not one monthly date night has been missed out on and they were always so much fun. 

You decided to dress especially nice tonight. Yoongi went with a suit and bowtie combination while you chose a dress and your prettiest high heels. Quite frankly, if you hadn't had ten detailed text messages by Taehyung telling you just how much he worked his butt off to get you and Yoongi on the guestlist, you probably would have had ripped that suit off of him before the date night could have even started. He looks so good in it and he smells heavenly too, wearing his most expensive perfume just for you. 

You fumble with your keycard, looking at Yoongi who is trying to grind into you. He seems to like your outfit too, judging by how needy he is acting ever since you arrived at your apartment complex.

"Baby, let me work. I can't open the door when you’re like this", you tell him.

"Hurry up please", he begs, caressing your tummy with desperate hands. 

"I seriously don’t know what’s gotten into you. You weren’t that touchy during our dance", you mumble to which Yoongi merely huffs out air and then hugs your arm to begin kissing your skin. You are covered in goosebumps instantly, feeling shivers run down your spine. 

Beep.

The door finally opens. You push it open, stumbling into the apartment now that Yoongi is holding onto you so tightly. 

"Baby please", you laugh, "give me space."

Yoongi whines and chases you, taking your hands into his. He nudges the door close and falls in synch with it locking automatically. His knees hit the ground in a low thud, his lips are kissing your knuckles instantly.

"What are you doing?" you gasp, gawking down at him with widened eyes and slightly weak knees. 

"I can't take it anymore", he rasps, gazing up at you. His hands are shaking as he is holding your own, fingers feeling just slightly damp. 

"What can't you take anymore?"

"All of it. Everything. You", he answers you, "I'm a fucking mess. I, I can’t think straight. I wanna serve you so bad."

"Damn", you get out and gulp, shifting on the floor just to press your legs together once. 

"Please", he begs, squeezing your hands as he rests his forehead against them with squeezed shut eyes, "please can I serve you tonight, my goddess?" 

If you weren’t so goddamn into how he acts right now, you probably would have swooned in utter excitement. He is so hot like this, you can barely even breathe.

You straighten your back, lift your head proudly.

"Yes. You can serve me tonight", you allow him, forcing a shuddering laugh through him.

"Thank you, god thank you", he croaks, kissing your knuckles before falling into a deep bow before your feet, "thank you so much. I'm in your debt, my goddess."

"You're so hot", you whisper to yourself, gazing down at him with a fluttering heart. You place one foot out in front of his head, "show your gratitude." 

Yoongi follows happily, placing his hands on your ankle softly as he lowers his lips to your shoe to kiss it. 

"Thank you", he says in a terribly raspy voice, kissing your shoe a second time, "thank you so much." 

"That's hot", you mumble, feeling yourself heating up in arousal. Yoongi never kissed your feet, let alone shoes, before. He kissed your knuckles before and kneeled every now and then, but never before did you have the privilege of watching him kiss your shoes. You feel so adored and desirable, stomach tingling in excitement.

Yoongi moves on to your other foot without you even having to tell him. He caresses your ankle and kisses the tip of your high heel. 

"Thank you", he presses out, exhaling shakily, "I'm so goddamn grateful", he croaks, kissing a path up from your shoe until he has your instep under his lips. 

He whimpers softly, visibly squeezing his thighs together as his lips continue to kiss your instep. 

"I'm serious, this is so hot", you tell him, feeling the need to rub your own thighs together.

Yoongi lifts his head just enough that he can look up at you. His eyes are glassy, his cheeks rosy and the tip of his button nose blushed. His lips look so rosy too, pouty and parted as they so often are when he gazes at you. 

He looks so tiny now that he is kneeling in front of you. Tiny, but also so confidently happy to be here. 

"You're so beautiful, my goddess", he whispers, "so goddamn beautiful", he sighs, lowering himself to your other foot just to kiss his way up from your high heel to your instep. 

"So hot", you whisper, "I didn’t even know you like my shoes so much."

"I love them", he says and whimpers, "I'm so into them. They’re my fave."

"They are? You are?" you gasp.

Yoongi lifts himself, now sitting on the floor on his knees but with his booty stuck out and his hands propped up in perfect posture. 

"I, I have a kink for them", he confesses confidently even if his cheeks are burning up.

"You-" you swallow what you wanted to say, squatting down in front of him just to squish his cheeks and pull him into a kiss. 

Yoongi moans softly, butt lifting off his heels just slightly as he is chasing you. His hands ache to reach up and hold you, but he doesn’t dare to move out of the position, using his head to kiss you back so good. 

He would have kissed you for hours if you didn’t break the kiss to trace his lips.

"Seven years with you and you never told me", you say.

"It's a new thing. I think. I can’t stop thinking about it. You in heels I mean. You’re taller than me and your legs look so sexy. It’s, it’s so hot."

"You're seriously so hot", you say, getting lost in his pretty eyes.

“You…you’re not weird out, are you?” he asks quietly, “I, I didn’t wanna tell you at first because I know it’s really wei-“

“Sssh”, you silence him, pressing your finger against his lips.

Yoongi parts them, gazing at you with his eyes slightly widened in awe.

“You are the hottest man ever. This is not weird, this is so hot”, you assure him, making Yoongi widen his eyes even more, but this time in surprise.

“Really?”

“Yes, really”, you say, giving his soft cheek a kiss, before standing up again, "follow me, the entrance hall is so cold. It’s no place to be kinky”, you say, offering him your hand to stand up.

Yoongi takes it gladly, allowing you to pull him to his feet and into your body. He squeaks, looking so out of it from the sheer fact that you are taller than him and used so much strength on him.

“You’re right”, you say, looking down at him, “it is hot that you’re smaller than me.”

“Fuck, darling”, he presses out, hiding away in your chest, “I’m a mess, such a mess.”

“Heh”, you kiss the crown of his head, “follow me, let’s go somewhere comfy.”

Yoongi follows gladly, letting you drag him to your living room as he is trying his hardest not to stop nuzzling your boobs. Normally you take off your shoes in your apartment, but for tonight you decide against it. Yoongi is so into them and quite frankly you are into how into it he is. He falls back onto his knees the moment you sit down on the couch, hands landing on his lap and eyes gazing up at you.

"That's better", you sigh, looking down at him, "keep going”, you order, presenting your legs to him by pulling up your dress.

Yoongi moans gratefully, lowering his lips back to your feet. He kisses the shoe first, letting out the neediest sounds now that his little secret is finally out in the open. It feels so good to know that he can be so openly horny for your shoes now. You seriously mess with his mind. All night long he watched you have fun and look so beautiful in your clothes, all night long you towered over him and he had to get on his tiptoes for a kiss and Yoongi has had enough. All he wants to do – needs to do – is serve you. This is all he can think about.  Worship you and serve you just like your deserve.

“So beautiful, you’re so beautiful”, he whispers, running his hands up and down your calves to memorise every inch of them for later.

“Mhhm that’s so nice”, you praise.

Yoongi lifts his head with a soft mewl, gazing up at you with waiting eyes.

“Can..can I kiss your legs too?” he asks quietly.

“Of course you can. Gosh, look at you, always so polite”, you say with a fond smile.

Yoongi flusters, lowering his eyes shyly, “thank you so much, my goddess”, he says, lifting your right foot just to guide it to his lips. He kisses your ankle, running his thumb over your skin in a loving caress. You have the softest skin. He loves the feeling of it so much.

Yoongi trails his kisses up along the inner side of your calf, guiding his lips with his fingers. He stops when he reaches your knee, lifting his gaze to check on you.

You are watching him with a fond, little smile, eyes half-lidded and sparkling in arousal. He giggles quietly in both happiness and giddiness, closing his eyes to get lost in the feeling of you.

Kissing your inner thighs is so hard for him. Not because he doesn’t like it, but because he loves it so much that his slacks become so terribly tight around his cock. He needs you so much. You are all that’s running in his mind.

“So warm”, he murmurs shakily, “so goddamn beautiful.”

Your breathing has sped up by now, your tummy is tingling. Yoongi’s lips are so soft on your skin, leaving kisses and the occasional gentle suck, messing with your mind because of it. Oh how you want him just a little further up your body. One little change of position and you could have him buried between your legs and lips soaked in your pleasure. The thought is stealing your breath and scrambling your brain.

Yoongi trails his kisses further up your thigh, his raised body heat swirls over your clothed pussy. You chase it with a roll of your hips, making Yoongi look up at you again.

“Am I doing good?” he asks.

“So good”, you say, reaching down to twist his hair carefully.

Yoongi moans softly, closing his eyes in bliss. It feels so good when you play with his hair.

“You’re such a good boy, I’m so wet because of you”, you rasp, forcing Yoongi’s eyes to flutter open again.

“Goddess”, he moans, gripping your hips. His touch is strong and desperate. He whines, lowering his head just to bury it in your tummy right above your pussy. Like this, his lips are ghosting over your soaked panties.

You chase him, rolling your hips up. His lips brush against you, leaving you aching for more. The touch was so gentle, oh you want more.

“I want to taste you so bad”, Yoongi confesses, inhaling shakily, “you smell so good. So warm.”

“Fuck, don’t tease”, you rasp, chasing him again, “take off my panties, go on.”

Yoongi nods his head and hooks his fingers in them. He pulls them down with your help, going slow and with his eyes locked on your face. You stepping out them makes him shift his gaze down however, brows furrowing in desperation. They are pooling right by your feet, getting stepped on by your high heels.

“Holy shit, oh god I’m so turned on”, Yoongi presses out, lowering his head to your left foot to kiss it almost sloppily, "I'm so needy, so ah."

He truly is so sloppy, trailing wet and needy kisses up your calf with the most desperate sounds vibrating in his chest.

“I’m dizzy”, he says, “you drive me insane”, he adds, moaning needily just as he swirls his tongue along your inner thigh, ending it with a soft suck to your skin.

You are writhing, parting your legs as far as possible.

“You too”, you get out, “fuck baby hurry up, my pussy’s so wet.”

“So wet”, Yoongi repeats, looking at her with blown-out pupils, “you’re so wet. Oh goddess, I wanna drown in you”, he rasps, burying himself between your legs with his eager tongue sticking out.

“Ah”, you moan, throwing your head back instantly, “yes baby, yes.”

Yoongi growls and moans, using his head to grind his tongue over your pussy. His voice vibrates against your clit, his tongue feels so wet and warm.

“Shit, ah”, you gasp, chasing him in needy rolls of your hips, “you r-really wanted this, didn’t you?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi talks against your pussy, voice muffled by it, “wanted it so bad. You taste so goddamn good”, he says and buries himself back in your pussy, taking your clit between his lips just to suck on her. Electricity shoots through your veins. He is so rough with it, so goddamn into you.

“Fuck seriously”, you whisper, dropping your head against the backrest of the couch, “keep going, keep fucking going.”

Yoongi growls into you, releasing your clit to instead lick your pussy sloppily. It makes the wettest sounds, filling the living room with it. Your moans and Yoongi’s hungry growls join them too and together they drown out the annoying blabbering of your neighbour’s television. He is an older gentleman already, so naturally he watched telly louder, but goddamn sometimes he is way too loud. Tonight you don’t mind. Having a loud television blasting above you means you don’t have to hold back and you fucking love that shit. Yoongi’s so goddamn good at what he does and being able to moan as loudly as you want to really gives you that extra kick of pleasure.

Yoongi loves it too, soaking up your loud moans like an addict while his tongue laps at your entrance for more of your taste. You become especially yummy after a night out. Something about you having fun and gradually becoming needier for him gives you that distinct addictive taste and Yoongi fucking loves it. He ends up eating your oussy on most date nights because of how much he loves it.

He runs his hands down your legs until he has the faint hint of your high heels under his fingertips. He squeezes your feet, sobbing into your pussy from how good he feels.

“Okay wow”, you get out, “woah, woah, okay s-stay there”, you order and moan deliciously, having your hips tilted just slightly to present yourself to him.

Yoongi hums in acknowledgement, keeping his head still to continue swirling his tongue along the upper part of your clit.

“That spot feels so nice tonight”, you sigh, writhing in bliss.

Yoongi whimpers, furrowing his brows. He loves this so much. Being of service to you is what he lives for. Sometimes he jokes that his perfect life would be as your personal servant and sometimes, just sometimes, he actually means it. Being your servant is so nice. It makes him feel so useful and loved and good. When he can devote all of his attention to you, Yoongi feels so soft and warm in his chest. Tonight he feels incredibly needy on top of that. Not only because your pussy tastes like heaven but because he can caress your feet while he is tasting you.

You have the prettiest feet. Yoongi dances his fingers down your insteps, tracing the edge of the high heel. Sturdy leather but the edge was refined to be soft against the skin.

“It’s so fucking good”, he rasps breathily, gasping for air just once before devoting himself to your clit again. Quick flicks, soft sucks and fast swirls. Yoongi knows what you like from all the countless times he found himself between your legs. Seven years and five months and Yoongi swears he loves it more and more each day. Maybe you’re like fine wine, getting better with age.

He chuckles at his stupid thought.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him.

“Nothing”, he says, “I had a dumb thought.”

“Wanna share it with me?”

“It’s just…you’re like fine wine, you get better with age.”

“Pfff, Yoongi come on”, you whine and cackle, “that’s so stupid, why are you even thinking that now?”

“I don’t know. I’m so dumb sometimes”, he says, resting his cheek on your thigh to gaze up at you.

You share silence where you simply gaze at each other. You trace his pretty features and he caresses your feet. Being together is truly so wonderful.

“I’m really happy”, he is the one to break the silence, talking with his cheek squished against your thigh, “thank you for, you know, accepting my weird kink.”

“Hush, stop calling it weird. It’s hot”, you say, nudging his cheek, “now keep going before you talk even more untrue stuff.”

He chuckles, “message received”, he says and moves his head back between your legs. He wastes no time, finding your favourite spot instantly.

“Yes, god that’s better. Such a good boy for me, such a good boy”, you praise, running your fingers through his soft hair.

Yoongi falls back into his favourite headspace instantly, closing his eyes in bliss. He is your good boy. There is nothing better in the world than being your good boy. He is glowing in happiness, pouring his all into his licks.

You react with an arch of your back and your fingers tugging at his hair softly. Not enough to hurt him, but still enough to make his scalp tingle and his brain scramble. He has such a sensitive scalp, always had, and he loves it so much when you play with his hair.

“Yoongi wait, the angle’s a little weird”, you stop him.

“What can I do?” he asks, waiting for you instructions.

“Does your shoulder hurt tonight?”

“No”, he rolls it, “why?”

“Because…” you lift your legs to place them over his shoulders, shimmying down the sofa to get more comfortable, “…I wanna do that”, you say, closing your eyes in preparation of what was to come.

Yoongi swears that he spills a tear or two this moment.

“I fucking love you”, he croaks, hiding away between your legs, “thank you, thank you so much”, he chants between his sloppy licks.

“Mhhhm so much better”, you keen above him, feeling your senses scramble. Yoongi can reach your pussy so well in this position. You are so open and exposed that his tongue has so many more spots to explore and worship.

And Yoongi does it with expertise, running his strong hands up and down your legs and moaning into you in total bliss.

“Fuck that’s so good”, you moan, “is it good for you too? Shoulder okay?”

“So fucking good”, he assures you, “put your weight on it, it’s fine.”

You relax your legs, “just…say…when, ah, it gets too..much”, speaking is hard when Yoongi is sucking on your clit with such vigour.

He purrs, nodding his head. It forces your clit to slip free, but that doesn’t stop him from worshipping it with his tongue instead, giving your legs a needy massage. It is in moments like tonight when Yoongi shows you that his normally so gentle hands are secretly filled with strength. You fucking love that shit, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten the more those seconds stretch into minutes.

Every touch of his hands, every swirl of his tongue, every vibration of his moans. All of it together is just so incredible. Pair it with Yoongi looking like a complete snack and acting like the sweetest cutie the entire night and you know that your high isn’t far away anymore.

“You’re gonna make me cum”, you let him know, tugging at his hair softly, “hear me?”

“Mhm”, he hums, nodding his head. He concentrates his licks to your clit, letting his eyes flit up to gaze at you. You look so beautiful with your face glowing in pleasure and your lips parted. Yoongi loves that view so much, squeezing your thighs between his long fingers. He growls softly and swirls his tongue over your clit.

“Ah!” you gasp, tensing up, “ah, okay n-now.”

Your high starts in your clit before spreading to your pussy and taking the rest of your body by storm. Hot and deep, it runs through you, making your legs feel like jelly on his shoulders.

Yoongi moans right with you, licking you through your shakes and fucking the air in search for any kind of friction.

“W-wait what, what are you doing?” you stutter, gawking down at him when he doesn’t stop, “baby what..ah what are you  d-doing?”

Yoongi mewls, nuzzling into you aggressively. He places the flat of his tongue on your pussy, using his head to grind it against you quickly.

“Fuuck what are you- ah”, you gasp and pull a grimace of agony, “Yoongi sensitive.”

He purrs deeply, gripping your hips to hold them still. His tongue flicks over your clit, having an easy time reaching it now that it is so swollen from your high. It pulsates under his tongue, feeling so sensitive that you actually have to twist Yoongi’s hair for any kind of support.

“You fucking- hah”, you laugh panickedly, throwing your head back, “I’m gonna f-fight you, fuck.”

You have already figured out what exactly his little charade should be. Yoongi wants to make you cum a second time, ignoring the fact that he is overstimulating the fuck out of you. He knows that he can get you there. There is this small window of opportunity where he can get you to cum again just seconds after your first high. And because Yoongi knows your body better than his own, he knew exactly what he was doing when he kept grinding his tongue against you right after your high.

“Sensitive, I’m so sensitive”, you croak, bucking your hips up and smothering him in the process.

Yoongi doesn’t care, holding your hips safely while keeping his tongue against your clit tightly. Not long now, your legs are shaking so much. He can feel your heels against his back, tearing up because of it. He is so happy.

“Yoongi urgh”, you groan, squeezing out tears yourself, “you fuck- now, ah!”

Yoongi welcomes your high with deep moans, swallowing everything you give him with utter gratefulness. Fuck, you taste so good.

“Holy fuck, oh baby”, you squeak out, convulsing on his tongue if you wanted to or not. You know that you are currently squirting all over his face, but that’s what he gets if he forces you to another orgasm. Greedy boys get wet showers, that’s the deal and you both signed that fucking contract happily and in capital letters.

Yoongi finally stops with his madness once you stop twitching and screaming for him. He whimpers, kissing your pussy with trembling lips and his red cheeks wet in both his tears and your high. His hands begin caressing your legs again, trembling so incredibly much.

“Damn”, you manage to get out then you feel way too weak to speak, slacking to the side with your head heavy.

Yoongi lifts his head, licking his lips before wiping it with his hand.

“Did I”, he sniffles, “did I do a good job?” he asks.

“Come up here”, you order him.

Yoongi obeys, placing your legs on the couch so you can rest on your side comfortably. Then he climbs on top of the sofa, claiming the emptiness between your arms as his’. You squeeze him against your chest for one big hug, nuzzling your face into the mess of his hair.

“You were the best boy ever”, you praise him.

“Oh”, Yoongi lets out, turning oh so limp and soft in relief. He snuggles into your boobs, draping his arm around your waist to be even closer to you.

“But also really greedy”, you say and giggle, “you really wanted that second orgasm, didn’t you? Like goddamn, I was fighting for my life there, young man.”

“Sorry, it felt so good. Love making you cum”, he murmurs, sneaking a glance up at you as best as possible, “are you angry at me now?”

“No of course not”, you assure him, caressing his forehead, “you’re my bestest boy, you know that don’t you?”

“Yeah”, he whispers, cheeks glowing rosy. He lowers his eyes and hides back in your boobs, finding comfort that way.

You sigh happily, resting your cheek against his head and closing your eyes. You are so dizzy and droopy and happy. 

"Thank you so much, I love worshipping you", Yoongi whispers.

"I have to thank you. You always make me feel so good", you say to which he mewls happily and grinds into you like a happy cat.

"Aww is your cock hard?" you coo, now that he is poking your leg with it.

"Yeah. It’s so hard", he says with a pout in his voice. 

"Do you want me to take care of it?"

"Maybe?" he whispers, making you laugh fondly.

"Oh come here you. I'll treat you so well", you say, attacking him with tickling kisses. 

Yoongi laughs, holding you close as you smother him with your love.

Truly, being with each other is the best thing in your lives.

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Sam Winchester x AFAB!fem!Reader

Supernatural (2005), s03e02 “bloodlust”

Word count: 4.6K

Summary: you and Sam don't exactly see eye to eye with Dean's new friend, so you return to the motel by yourselves. Things... escalate.  

Content: smutty smut smut! Shameless, loving, gentle porn with a bit of a plot. Tooth rotting sappiness and fluff. Bit of hurt/comfort, bit of angst. Reader is just so in love with Sam (I am too dw). Sam is down horrendously bad for the reader (I'm horrendously down bad for him. I cannot emphasise this enough). Use of (Y/N), but not too much. Hickeys, making out, extremely light switchiness (barely noticeable, just healthily flexible dynamics), blowjobs, handjobs, fingering, safe sex, vaginal sex. Hugs all round (someone needed to give these boys one), Dean and the reader get along, Dean has like one soft moment, there's quite a bit of reminiscing and stuff. Gordon's vibes are Off. As above, set during season 2 episode 3.

Notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES! I'm (kinda) back, and my summaries have not gotten any better! Started watching Supernatural and got brainrot. Got lots of stuff planned but probably won't actually write it (sorry). The things I would let these two men do to me is insane like actually insane besties I am not ok. Anyways enjoy the by-product of my suffering, consider this a peace offering as I worm my way into the Supernatural fandom.

Also I have been working sporadically on some requests so if you made one chances are I've seen it and I have started it, but also I have Things in my Life right now that are very Stressful so yeah that's fun but yknow it is what it is, thanks everyone for being so supportive and patient with me xx

To say you were uncomfortable would have been an understatement. It wasn’t just how easily Gordon was talking about what had happened, or the too-bright light in his eyes as he recounted it, or Dean’s ease with the whole thing. It had been a freaking execution! And sure, the guy was a vampire, but the way the saw had just chewed right through his neck, the kicking of his legs as he’d died, the blood spraying over Dean’s face… yeah. As Sam had put it, decapitations weren’t really your idea of a good time. And it certainly wasn’t something you felt like laughing about over drinks. 

You could see Sam’s leg bouncing slightly, his face blank as he stared at the beer he was nursing. Your own stomach twisted with unease. Chances were, if he was on edge, so were you. The emotional interplay wasn’t new, and in fact, Dean gave you endless shit about it. “I don’t know what’s up with you,” he’d say. “I just gotta thank God I don’t develop some freaky emotional feedback loop with every girl I bang.” 

Now, Sam glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. You screwed up your nose. Not enough to be too noticeable, but enough to let him know you thought something was a bit off too. He nodded almost imperceptibly. 

“What’s up with you two?” Dean asked, frowning at your practically untouched beer. 

You shrugged. Sam shrugged. 

Dean rolled his eyes, taking a mouthful of his drink before turning to his new friend. “I swear,” he said, “they read each others' minds. He’s grumpy, she’s grumpy. She’s happy, he’s happy. I reckon if she stubbed her toe, he’d be limping.” 

Gordon barked a laugh, raising his eyebrows. “That so?” 

“Dean, come off it,” you sighed. 

He shook his head, smiling. “Lighten up, both of you.” 

You opened your mouth to say something about how you didn’t think lightening up was really appropriate given the circumstances, but the scraping of Sam’s chair cut you off. 

“I’m not gonna bring you guys down,” he said. “I’m just gonna go back to the motel.” 

“Yeah,” you agreed as he glanced at you, “I’m a bit tired.” 

Dean frowned. “You sure?” 

You nodded, standing. 

“Ok,” he shrugged. “Seeya.” 

“Seeya,” you smiled tightly, then passed him your unfinished beer. “You want this?” 

“You’re not taking it?” 

You shook your head. “Not in a beer sort of mood.” 

He gave you a searching look, then shrugged again and took the drink. “Sure.” 

“Thanks, Gordon.” You nodded to the other hunter. As much as you felt off about him, you didn’t need to be rude. 

He inclined his head back to you. “My pleasure.” 

Sam’s hand settled on your back as you joined him by the door, and you cast a final glance back at the two men remaining at the table. 

“Sammy!” Dean called, the car keys jingling in his hand as he tossed them to his brother. “Remind me to beat that buzzkill outta you later, alright?” 

Sam caught them with ease, Gordon’s enquiry of “something I said?” chasing you out the door. Hell yeah, it was something he said. It was everything he said.  

“Jesus,” you grumbled, shivering in the cold air. 

Sam snorted, absently shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. Equally thoughtlessly, you put it on. It had become something of a routine. Sam didn’t exactly get too cold very often, but you did. He was many things, and “gentleman” was pretty high on the list by you reckoning. 

“I don’t know about all of this,” he said, feet crunching on the gravel as he headed towards the car. “Something’s…” 

“Off, yeah.” You swung into the passenger seat, arms crossed firmly over your chest. 

“I can’t quite–” The engine cut him off for a moment, but he didn’t finish the sentence anyway. It didn’t matter.

“I know, it’s a brain itch.” 

Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Tell me about it. Seatbelt,” he added as the car rolled out of the parking lot, another habit between the two of you. You could have sworn you’d have been dead years ago if you hadn’t had someone reminding you to use the damn things, a fact that both Winchester brothers were not afraid to attempt to drill into you. They hadn’t had much success. 

You hummed as you clicked the strap across your body, shrinking further down into the seat. You were feeling better now that you weren’t sitting across from Gordon, now that it was just you and Sam. You loved Dean, of course you did, but Sam was just so easy to be around. The two of you clicked, simple as that, and you adored it. 

“I’m gonna call Ellen,” Sam said decisively, frowning at the road. “Maybe she knows him.” 

You nodded. “Mhm, good idea.” 

You were still humming – the melody from something that had been playing on the drive that day, you thought – as you entered the motel room, gulping down a glass of water before jumping onto the kitchen counter. Your heels made a dull thud, thud, thud, on the cupboards as you swung them, the zipper of Sam’s jacket swishing over the cheap vinyl. You watched him take a seat on the bed and dial Ellen. 

You listened idly to his side of the conversation, eventually sliding off the counter top and coming to sit behind him on the bed. You rested your head on his shoulder, sighing. It had been an oddly long day. 

“But I thought you said he was a good hunter,” he was frowning. 

You thought you heard her say “Hannibal Lecter”, and frowned too. Shit, was Gordon some kind of serial killer? You hoped not. 

Sam’s back was warm under your cheek, but his shoulders were tense. The last few weeks hadn’t been easy. You hadn’t known John Winchester well, but the time you’d spent with him had been… Well, it hadn’t been nice exactly, but you could see the love he had for his sons. You couldn’t imagine going through what Sam had, almost losing his brother and then really losing his father in the space of a week. You thought he was handling everything reasonably well, all things considered.

There’d been one moment, just a few days ago, when you’d thought he might crack. Dean had been out like a light in the back of the car, and you’d reached around to snap a photo of him squished up against the window. You’d laughed at it – he looked ridiculous. When you’d glanced up to show Sam, he was staring straight at the road, a muscle in his jaw twitching. 

“Alright?” you’d asked, and he’d nodded.

You’d frowned. “Want me to drive for a bit?”

This time, a head shake.

He wasn’t alright, you could see that clear as day. “Sam, pull over,” you said softly.

He’d swung the car off the road so abruptly you’d jerked against your seatbelt, simply sitting with his foot on the brake and both hands on the steering wheel.

You’d reached over and put the car in park, switching off the ignition. “Come on,” you’d said, “out.” 

He’d leant against the side of the car, arms crossed, staring out into the field you were driving past. 

“Interesting grass?” you’d asked, bumping your shoulder against his. 

He hadn’t smiled exactly, but his mouth had definitely twitched up a bit at the corner. You’d consider that a win. 

“Seriously,” you’d prodded. “What’s up?” 

“I don’t…” He’d trailed off, picking at a loose thread on his shirt. “I can’t…” 

You’d frowned as he’d shaken his head, looking anywhere but you. You’d told yourself something like this was gonna happen eventually, prepped the whole “I’m here no matter what” speech a thousand times, but now you didn’t really know what to do. The only thing you could think of was to put your hand on his back, rubbing slow, soothing circles like your kindergarten teacher used to do when you were upset. 

Sam’s voice was choked when he finally spoke. “I can’t lose you.” 

Four words, but you were convinced your heart had shattered right there. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, stepping to face him. You took his hands in yours, uncrossing his arms.

“How can you–?” 

You cut him off, shaking your head as you raised his hands to your face and kissed his knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere,” you repeated. “Nowhere you can’t follow.” 

He’d just nodded, pulling you into a tight hug. You breathed deeply, the strong smell of the most recent laundromat’s detergent all around you, your fingers bunched in the back of Sam’s shirt. 

“I’ve got your back,” you whispered. “You know that, right?”

“I know,” he murmured into your hair, “I’ve got yours, too.” 

“Good.” You’d pulled away, smiling as you stretched up to kiss him. It was soft and chaste, but that was all either of you needed. 

Then Dean had woken up and shouted at you to save your “romantic moments” for when you weren’t supposed to be driving. You’d grumbled that he was just jealous, which he’d vehemently denied amongst a lot of vomit noises. But later, as you’d waited for Sam to get back with lunch, he’d put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. 

“I’m glad he’s got you,” he’d said. “Real glad.” 

“You’ve got me too,” you’d smiled. “Always.” 

He’d just stared at you for a moment, his arm still around you, before he’d cleared his throat and stepped back. “Thanks,” he’d muttered. “‘ppreciate it.”  

Now, with the same softness, you let your hand slide up Sam’s back and across his shoulders, then down his side. You brushed over his chest, down to his stomach, then back up to settle over his heart. You always forgot how big he was until you tried to get your arms around him, then it was like hugging a mountain. You loved it. 

He cleared his throat. 

You smiled, placing a soft kiss where his hair brushed the back of his neck, using your free hand to sweep it away. 

“Ok, yeah,” Sam said to Ellen. He sighed as your lips trailed higher, up under his ear. 

“Mhm, we will.” His fingers curled in the bed covers as you sucked ever so gently at the spot you’d found, the one you knew drove him insane. 

“Yep, alright. Thanks, Ellen.” A forceful swallow as you rubbed slow patterns across his front, nothing but the thin material of his shirt separating your hand from his skin. 

“Ok. Bye.” 

You smiled as the phone beeped, then was thrown to the bed. You eased your hand under his shirt, shivering as your fingers met the warm expanse of his torso. You could touch him like this forever, if you were given the chance. 

“What’re you doing?” he breathed, tilting his head back, baring his throat. 

“Kissing you,” you whispered as you moved down the muscle of his neck, “touching you,” as your hand ran gently over his pectoral, thumb grazing his nipple. 

“Mm, do I get to kiss you too?” 

You smiled. “If you ask nicely, yeah.” 

“Please?” 

“Hm?”

He sighed. “(Y/N), come on.” 

“Nope,” you laughed softly. “Ask nicely.” 

You felt his chest heave under your hand, and you pressed your mouth to his neck again. 

“Pretty please,” he murmured. 

You pretended to be considering this for a moment, dragging it out. Truth be told, you wanted him to kiss you just as much as he wanted to, but God it was fun teasing a bit. Especially like this, when it was you draped over his back, hinting at giving him hickeys, touching wherever you pleased. 

“Go ahead,” you replied. 

Before you could even draw another breath he’d turned and brought his hand up to cup your face, pressing his lips against yours. You let him lick into your mouth, his tongue sliding languidly alongside your own, the faint taste of beer still clinging to him. It was all so soft and gentle and full of care, everything you adored about him. 

He shifted back on the bed, turning to face you. Your hands were still under his shirt, arm still stretched across his body as he pushed against you. 

“I love this on you,” he murmured as his hands found the opening of his jacket, pushing it back over your shoulders. 

You smiled. “You want me to take it off?” 

“And this.” He plucked at the t-shirt you wore underneath, already coaxing it upwards. 

“Alright,” you laughed, batting his hands away. “Patience is a virtue.” 

“Whoever said that clearly never met you.” 

You looked away, hoping to hide the pink you could feel flooding your cheeks. However many times you did this, Sam never failed to get you flustered. You could sense his eyes on you as you stripped yourself of your shirt and his jacket, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine.

He started to shuffle back further onto the bed, one hand settling on your waist as he leant down to kiss along your jaw. You sighed, your mind halfway made up to just let him keep going like that. But no. 

“Uh-uh,” you said, pushing him gently off you. 

“What do you–? Oh.” 

You smiled as you slid off the bed, kneeling between his legs. You ran your hand up his thigh, deftly undoing his belt and fly. Heck, you’d had practice. “Can I?”

“Yes,” he nodded quickly. “God, yes.” 

You rolled your eyes, gesturing to his pants. “Well you gotta help me out a bit, yeah?” 

“Sorry,” he grinned, shedding them in one smooth motion.

“And those.” You pointed at his underwear. 

“Yes, your highness.” 

“Damn right,” you muttered as you kissed your way up his thigh, nipping gently at the skin of his hip. He smelled of the soap from last night’s motel room, faint but still there, a little sweat from the night’s earlier action. You could taste it where your tongue touched him, and man was it good.

His voice was breathy when he asked, “You gonna keep teasing me forever?” 

“Maybe.” You watched as goosebumps appeared where your breath tickled him, smiling to yourself. 

“Is that what’s got you smiling like that?” 

You sat back on your heels, arms resting on his knees as you looked up at him. He was so gorgeous, the shitty neon lighting of the room glancing off his hair in a kind of halo. You thought your next words through very carefully. 

“No,” you said slowly. “I’m thinking about how your cock’s gonna feel in my mouth. How you’re gonna say my name when I’ve got you so deep down my throat I’m almost gagging. I bet you won’t be able to keep your hands off me, I’ll make you feel so good.” 

Sam’s mouth fell open, his hands twitching where they rested on the duvet. 

“What do you think?” 

He swallowed. “I think I’m not even gonna take you up on that bet, I think you’re right.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Ok then.” You smiled, leaning forward and taking his dick in your hands. It was hard and warm to the touch, already leaking precum. You licked down, then up again, swirling your tongue around the head. 

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Please, (Y/N).” 

“You want me to suck it?” 

“Yes. Please.” 

You shrugged. “Since you asked so nicely.” You sank your mouth down onto him, your hands working what wouldn’t fit. Sam’s thighs tensed, and you moved. You could have stayed like that forever, you thought, just holding him in your mouth. You had half a mind to ask about that, actually. 

Sam moaned, his fingers twisting in the covers as you pulled your head back, then forward again, sucking and licking along his length. You’d wanted to take your time at first, tease him and see how long it took for him to be fisting your hair and moving your head for you. But now, breathing in the smell of him, feeling the weight and the heat of him, you were losing your composure. 

“Oh my God,” he whispered as you increased your speed, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth. His dick was slick with your spit and only getting messier, something you might have been embarrassed about in the past. Now it turned you on. 

You moaned, the vibrations jolting Sam’s hips despite his best efforts. You gave a tiny huff of laughter out your nose, lowering your head even further until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. 

“(Y/N),” he panted. “Shit, (Y/N).” 

“Hm?” You glanced up at him, your eyes watering slightly. He made a sound you’d thought only existed in pornos – before you met him, that was – as his hand finally flew to your hair, his fingers carding through it. He was trying so hard to be gentle, and you loved him for it. 

“You look so hot like that,” he whispered. “How’re you so fucking hot?” 

You smiled, your enthusiasm doubling. You vividly remembered a conversation you’d had with Sam and Dean in the car once, where Dean had proclaimed that “there are blowjobs, and then there are blowjobs.” Sam had turned and looked at you, raising an eyebrow. Dean had yelled at you both and told you to get a room. What you were doing right now was definitely a blowjob, and you were loving every second of it. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Sam was panting, “(Y/N) oh my God I’m gonna cum.” 

His fingers tightened in your hair, his head thrown back and his cock twitching in your mouth. You went all in, sucking and licking and jerking with everything you had in you. 

Yes, you thought as you swallowed everything he gave you, basking in his muttered curses and groans like they were water and you were a wilted houseplant. This was heaven, right here. Every time you watched him come undone, you were completely convinced it couldn’t get any better than this. And without fail, the next time it did. 

He was still panting as you licked him clean, as gently as you could. His hand had settled on your shoulder, large fingers caressing your skin so tenderly it made you want to cry. 

“You ok?” you asked, sitting back. You patted his knee, watching his face carefully. He was flushed, a light sheen of sweat sticking some of his hair to his forehead. You hadn’t really paid much attention at the time, but now you wished you’d made him take off his shirt too. You loved watching his chest heave as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Ok?” he echoed, opening his eyes. He grinned. “I’m more than ok.” 

You smiled back, licking your lips. “Good.” 

“Come up here,” he said, patting his leg. “And take off your pants.” 

“Magic word?”

“Please.” Then, on second thoughts, “pretty please.” 

You laughed, but got up and shed your jeans anyway. You slid onto his lap, straddling his thigh and wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you softly, holding you close against him. The material of his shirt tickled your skin, very noticeably baring you from the silken warmth of his skin. 

“Off,” you said against his lips, plucking at the garment. 

“Off,” he repeated, tracing the line of your underwear. 

Almost perfectly in sync, the two of you shed the offending clothing. 

“I love this,” he whispered as he reached behind you, deftly unfastening your bra and pulling it away from you. He set it aside carefully, almost reverently, then bent his head and fastened his mouth to your breast. “Hey,” he said after a moment, frowning. 

You frowned too. “What’s wrong?” 

His finger traced a delicate circle over your other breast, tapping at a spot just above your nipple. “What’s this?” 

You squinted at the area, then laughed. The faded yellowish bruise wasn’t all that visible, but of course Sam would find it. 

“What is it?” 

“It’s a hickey. From you. From last time.” 

His face cleared. “Shit, didn’t realise it’d last that long. Sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” you smiled. “Makes me think of you whenever I see it.” 

“Maybe I should give you more, then.” 

Your grin widened. “Please.”

“Mm?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Pretty please.” 

“Ok.” He bent once more, sucking a matching spot into your unmarked breast. Then he added another one beside it, and a third right in the middle of your sternum. 

“No more low cut tops, I guess,” you sighed, stifling a moan as he moved downwards with another. 

“Shame,” he murmured into your skin, “I love those low cut tops.” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

“I’d be insane not to.” 

You laughed, then gasped as he ran his hand up your thigh. 

“Relax,” he said. 

“I’m relaxed, I’m so relaxed.” 

“Your heartbeat says you’re lying.” 

“That’s for you,” you told him, meeting his eyes. “That’s what you do to me.” 

“And this?” His finger darted between your legs, sliding easily with how wet you were. 

“Yeah,” you gasped, “all for you.” 

He cursed softly, then lowered you gently onto the bed. He propped himself half over you, half beside you, his hand stroking down over your stomach, your hips, around your pelvis. 

“Please,” you moaned. “Sam, please.” 

“Please what?” 

“Touch me. Please,” you added as an afterthought. 

“Nice manners,” he noted, rubbing achingly slow circles over your clit. 

You gripped his arm, fingers digging into the muscle as he bent and resumed his assault on your breasts. 

“You take such good care of me,” he continued, his voice muffled slightly by your soft flesh. “You always take such good care of me.”

“Cause I love you,” you whispered. 

“Mhm, you gonna let me take care of you too?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Of course.” 

“Good.”

You whined at the loss of his fingers on your clit, then bit your lip to quiet what would have been a loud moan as he slipped the finger inside you. The heel of his hand ground against your sensitive bundle of nerves, his finger putting just the right pressure in just the right places. You’d be a mess in no time, and you both knew it. 

“Fuck, Sam,” you panted, your back arching as you chased the feeling. 

“Hm?” His chest was warm where it pressed against your side, the muscles of his arm rippling subtly under the skin where your fingers dug into him. His free hand stroked your shoulder, his mouth busy littering your chest with hickeys. You could feel him growing hard again against your thigh. 

“Fuck me?” you half asked, half offered. 

He grunted softly at your words, nodding. “Got a condom?” 

“Mhm, yeah, sure. One sec.” You reached over to your jeans, rummaging in the pockets until you struck gold. Or foil, you supposed. You watched as Sam tore it open and slid it on, as easily as if he was tying shoelaces. He’d gotten stupidly fast at putting the things on, courtesy of the whole “Dean could get back any minute so let’s just be as fast as we can” element you so often found yourselves dealing with. You weren’t complaining. 

“Ready?” he asked, positioning himself between your legs. You rocked your hips gently, feeling his hardness pressed against your dripping centre. 

He nodded, then softly slid inside you. You both gasped at the feeling, the familiar stretch and the warmth of it. It was like he was made for you, the way he fit. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, your fingers twisting in the duvet. 

“Alright?” he asked, and you nodded. 

“Move,” you urged him. He did, slow and gentle. The light was doing that thing with his hair again, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it. Brush it off his forehead, kiss him there, smooth the faint worry line that seemed to be present more and more frequently. You’d do anything to make it disappear forever. 

“You feel so good,” he murmured, leaning forward to deliver more kisses to your chest. You were gonna have a whole forest of hickeys when you were done.  

“You feel good,” you replied. Your breath was coming short, a light sheen of sweat gathering over your skin even though you weren’t the one doing all the work. 

“Touch yourself,” he encouraged you, “I want you to cum while I’m fucking you.” 

“Shit, ok,” you replied, reaching down and running a finger in tiny circles over your clit. You loved how easily you could give and take control with him, how quickly and smoothly you could switch roles when you wanted to. It wasn’t just in bed, either, and you adored it. You adored him.

Your own hand combined with the steady thrusting of his dick was perfect. You weren’t going to last long, and judging by Sam’s shuddering breaths and muttered curses, your name sprinkled throughout, neither was he. 

“(Y/N), fuck,” he moaned, his abdominal muscles twitching and tensing. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you gasped as you felt the tightness coiling inside you, more, more, more– “Holy fuck, I’m gonna–” You released with a frantic cry of his name, your spine arching and your legs locking around his hips. You felt yourself contract around his dick, the stuttering of his strokes as he too reached his climax. 

He slowed eventually, coming to a stop as the tremors receded from your body and your brain returned to your head. You were spent, content to lie there with his warm, comforting weight on top of you until the world stopped turning. 

He rolled off you, peeling off the condom and tying it neatly before tossing it to the floor to be disposed of later. You turned to face him, your head resting on his bicep, his other arm draped over your side. His hand stroked your back, soft and loving. 

You smiled as you reached up, sweeping the hair from his face. “You good?” you murmured, cupping his cheek gently. 

He nodded, leaning forward to kiss you softly. You reciprocated, then stretched up and placed a kiss on his forehead. 

“How about you?” he asked. 

“I’m great.” Then you sighed, your thumb stroking tiny arcs across the curve of his cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered. 

“Look at you,” he answered. “You’re so beautiful.”  

You closed the few inches of space between you, pressing your lips to his. “I really do love you,” you said as you pulled away. “So much.” 

He smiled. “I know, I love you too. More than anything.” 

You went to kiss him again, but his phone buzzed and you froze. He groped for it blindly, frowning. You’d both learnt the hard way that if his phone went off and Dean wasn’t with you, it was best to check it. 

Sam snorted, flipping it around for you to see. 

The text, from Dean, was two sentences. “Back in 1/2 hour. Get decent.” 

“Screw you, Dean.” 

Sam laughed, tossing the phone to the side. “I guess we’ve got half an hour.” 

“I’m taking a shower then,” you said. “I saw a vending machine, like, right outside, and I really want a soda right now.” 

“I’ll get you a soda if you let me take the shower with you?” 

“Deal.” You held out your hand as if to shake on it, but he kissed it instead. Yeah, “gentleman” was definitely high up on that list. 

#supernatural #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam x reader #smut #female reader #fluff #angst with fluff #second person narration #that means “you” pronouns n stuff #use of yn #hurt/comfort #oversharing in the tags #once more i have to talk about how much i just love him #i want him so bad #i need to like pat his head or something #give him a hug #maybe a little kiss #maybe lots of little kisses #got me giggling and shit #twirling my hair and everything #the things he could do to me #the things i would do to him #oh god your honour i am in love #it hasnt been this bad since my 2018 loki obsession #which coincidentally got me into fanfiction i the first place #but we don't need to talk about that #reader insert #fanfiction

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Brother & Bestie : 6 Hours Later.

Summary: After torturing you earlier Dick comes calling at the worst time.

JasonsBestie!Reader x Dick Grayson.

WC: 3k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, fluff, teasing, semi publicish, guest starts Harper and Todd, Spitting, degradation, hair pulling, pet names, secret fuck buddies, gotta be quiet or we'll be busted.

Part 1

“Dude, you’re phone,” Jason whispers, noting the light beaming in your pocket, “You’re ruining the vibe.”

“I’m ruining the vibe? Really?” you raise your brows at him. “You sure it’s not you and captain kisses here?” 

“Captain kisses,” Roy nods, “I like it,” he turns to Jason, “Give your Captain a kiss,” his hand holds Jason’s face, pulling him into his kiss.

“Bleh, you guys are disgusting.” you sneer

“Please don't fuck on my new roof, Jason,” you pull your phone from your pocket, smiling at the name on the screen.

“Who is it? You look pretty happy to hear from them.” Jason teases you.

“None of your business,” you stick your tongue out at him, “No fucking -”

“On the roof. What about hand stu-” he's cut off when you slam your window open, ”I would never-” he acts mockingly shocked and you roll your eyes at him. 

“I’ll be back.”

“Just be quite.” Artemis grunts adjusting in her chair, looking over to Jason to back her to back her up only to find him and Roy with their tongues down each other's throats, “Don’t leave me here with them too long.”

“I’ll try not to be too long” you give them a glance, Jason and Roy are still very much in their honeymoon phase and apparently are trying to make everyone around them suffer for it.

You slip through the window that leads into your living room, the whole place eerily silent except for the howl of sirens off in the distance. You click on the lights before a string of Boos calling from the roof and you quickly shut them off and you remember your phone vibrating in your hand. You fumble it, the phone slipping until you catch it a foot from the ground and answer.

“Hello, Pet.” Dick whispers into the phone a light chuckle in his voice.

“Called to torture me more?” you snip quietly, looking over your shoulder to see if anyone is listening.

“I called to reward you, Pet. I see you’ve still got your pants on.”

“That’s only because I don’t have a washer yet.”

“No it’s not. You know you want to be good for me.”

“I don’t think I do.” you end the call, rolling your eyes and resting your head on your cold counter. Your hand reaches out, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it down. You can do this. He’s just a man, you can resist. You slip back out onto the roof and decide to sit on the ledge, because you know he’s going to be calling back.

Dick: Come and play, Pet.

Dick: You know you want me.

Dick: Answer me, Pet or I’ll leave.

You: Leave?

Dick: Come find me.

You: Can’t tonight, you know everyone is here.

Dick: Ditch them.

You: I can’t ditch my own party.

Dick: For me?

You: No.

Dick: They’re to busy making out to even notice your gone

You: Where are you? How the fuck do you know that?

Dick: Told you to come find me, Pet.

“Argghh..” you mutter to yourself, gripping your phone so tight as you lightly stomp back inside. “I;m going to go take a shower after watching this display.” you say to Jason and Roy who just wave you off. “Assholes.”

Where could he be? You think as your eyes scan the living room, there's nowhere for him to hide in here, though he has snuck up on you before in even more open places. You think back as you try to quietly sneak down the hall, knowing that if he hears you coming he’ll move. The first time he scared you was at Damian's birthday, it wasn't the family one, the big Gotham one, he pulled you into a broom closet, then there was the alley way after a date that turned out to be more of a group hang situation and then last week when he basically dragged you from the dance floor and fucked you in the bathroom. He’s a fucking menace and if he isn't careful Jason is going to find out and then he's either going to kill both of you or just you. Not like he’d kill his brother, not even for you.

You peak your head into the bathroom, flicking the light on and pulling the curtain back. “Fuck, Richard. I didn’t realise kids still played hide and seek.” you whisper, hoping like fuck that he can’t hear you, “real mature, just hiding in a woman's apartment.” you quietly open  your bedroom door. The light shines from the roof and you can see the outlines of the gang as they sit around the projector. You pull the curtains closed, peering under the bed, “Richard, I know you’re in here.” you step back towards the door, “Goodbye Richard.” you smirk, heading back into the hallway, he’s just fucking with you. He’s not even here, probably watching from a rooftop like the perv he is. 

“You need to stop calling me that, Pet.” a deep voice whispers in your ear, a strong, lean arm wrapping around your middle while the other conceals the scream you let out, “You nearly found me, so close.”

You lick at his hand, but that just makes his hand press harder into your face as he lifts your feet from the ground, “Need to break in your new bed.”

“Jason and Roy are outside,” you pant when he takes his hand from your mouth.

“Then I guess you need to be quiet.” he grips your face, pulling you in for a kiss as he steps you back towards the wall, “Not a peep.”

“Can I cum this time? Or am I just supposed to take it?”

“You love it,” Dick whispers into your neck, his teeth grazing along your shoulder, “don’t you.”

“What if I say no?”

“I don't accept no, Pet.” he bites at your clavicle, “I only accept our safe word, you know that,” his lips press right underneath your ear, “And my little pet, it’s the only way you’ll ever,” his hand glides up your inner thigh, “Ever,” he grasps your pussy in his whole hand, “get me to stop.” he moves his hand forward, pressing his fingers up and pushing your pants closer to your pussy, “so what will it be?” his other hand pulls the buttons of your shirt apart, his mouth following his fingers, “you want me or not?”

“Yes,” you arch into him, dropping your pussy down onto his hand so you can grind down onto it.

“Tell me your safe word please.” he smoulders into your ear, "just so I know you haven't forgotten."

"Lance Tucker."

"Good Pet, now keep your mouth shut or I'll tie it shut." His fingers undo your jeans, grabbing a hold of them Dick rips them down your legs and flinging them across the room and knocking them into the wall. 

"Be quiet Pet," you mock him, with a whisper "says Mr throws shit around."

"I'll throw you around." His huge hands slide inner your ass picking you up and dropping you on the bed, his smile shining in the are lights as you snack your hands over your mouth, "No squealing, don't wanna get caught." He steps out of his pants, his eyes watching you squirm on the bed beneath him, "fuck, you're beautiful." 

You never feel self conscious with Dick, but seeing him looking at you like that. It's doing more than setting your pussy alight. You reach out to him, the need to make that look in his eyes change back to something you're used to.

"You want me Pet?" He asks as he lowers himself over you, "Want me to make you feel good?" His hand grazes up the inside of your leg as you can feel his chest pressing down on you, "nod or shake your head for me," his voice so quiet you don't think you'd hear it if he wasn't so close.

You nod, your hands drifting up to grip his shoulders as he plants another sweet kiss on your lips.

"My good little pet, you did so well for me today," his forefinger circles your clit, "let me reward you." his lips press softly into your thighs, his fingers trailing down your stomach as he inches closer and closer to your aching pussy. When his lips finally close over your clit, you bite down on your tongue, holding your breath in as your hips push up into his mouth, “Taste so fucking good,” he moans into you as his hands press down on your thighs keeping you open for him. You push up as your hands travel down, twining into the long strands of his dark hair, wrapping them around your fingers, “Yes Pet. Fuck my face,” he slides two fingers into you, “Grind down,” he licks and lathes at your pussy, “I can feel you getting close,” his nails bite into your thighs, “Cum on me, Pet,” his voice low and muffled by your pussy, “be such a good girl and cum on me.”

Your hand clamps over your mouth as your legs clutch around Dicks head, squeezing him so tight as your muscles bolt together and the feeling you’ve been waiting all day for washes over you like a bucket of ice water on a cold day. Your screams barely muffled, your eyes flick to the curtain when you see a shadow over the window. “Quiet Pet.” Dick smiles at you, his fingers darting out to gather your cum from his chin and drink it into his mouth. 

“Is there someone there?” you whisper, following the shadow as it disappears and you hear a voice in the kitchen.

“It’ll be ok, they probably just came in for a snack.” he crawls over you, his knees pressing yours even further apart, “I already had my snack, but I need something else now.”

“Like what?” you tease, “want me to get you a beer?”

“Maybe after I-”

“Hey! You down here?” Jason's voice calls down the hall, “You ok?”

“Answer him,” Dick teases you, his cock prodding at the entrance to your pussy, “Don’t want him to be suspicious.”

“Yeah, Jay. I ah-” you bite down on your lower lip as Dick presses his cock into you, “I just took a bad turn,” you make an accusing look at Dick as he grinds down into you, “needed to lie down.”

“I can come give you a cuddle if you want,” Jason calls from the other side of your door.

“NO.” you say a little too fast, “I mean, no. I’m-” you take a breath, “I just need a few minutes and I’ll be out.”

“If you’re sure.” you hear his heavy form weighing on your door, “You positive you don't want a head scratch?” fuck, you never wanted him to fuck off more than in this moment right now. Dicks hands palm at your tits, his fingers pinching at your nipple. He’s looking at you like your a fucking sex god and your thoughts are getting all jumbled.

“Just let me get a few more-” you cough loudly to cover the moan you make when Dick is fully inside and his mouth lands on your throat.

“I’ll make you some tea, do you want any cookies?”

“YEeesss.” you very badly cover that one with a whine, “Sorry, its cramps.” you feel Dicks laughter on your neck as his chuckles ring in your ear.

“Good one. Tell him I want some tea.” Dick whispers to you.

“No way.”

“They’ll be out here when you're ready.” Jason calls, knocking once on your door, “Just call out if you need anything.”

“Thanks babes!” you call back, trying to hold your laughter in as Dick starts to fuck into you faster.

“Every time you laugh your fucking tight little pussy clenches so fucking hard on me.” he moans in your ear, “Fuck you’re so beautiful when you lie like that, Pet.” he picks up your hips grinding his cock deep inside you and brushing against your g spot, “That get you all hot and bothered?” your pussy starts to pulse around him as he leans in close to your mouth, “You’re so bad, Pet.” your legs start to twitch, your pussy gripping him like it’s trying to hold Dicks cock inside you, “You going to cum again already?” his breath is so hot on your neck that you shiver, “Cum then,” he grinds down into you, “Give it to me.”

“Dick, I-” his lips catch yours, swallowing your moans and cries as you cum all over his cock. Your legs tighten on his thighs and you hold his mouth on top of yours until the screams are all done.

“My good Pet.”

“Dick, I’m so sensitive.” you groan into his mouth, “I can’t”

“Yes you can,” his fingers snake between your bodies until they're circling around your clit, “You’ve been a wonderful Pet for me today and now you’re going to give me all your cum,” he sucks your lip into his mouth, he fucks harder into you, pounding down into your pussy.

“Full.”

“Tell me how much you like it.” he moans, “quietly.”

“So much, Dick.”

“Best you’ve ever had isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“You crave it, don't you?”

“Everyday.”

“You dream about it.”

“Most nights.”

“I dream about you too, Pet.”

“Me?”

“Every night, I dream about having my pretty little pussy wrapped around me,” his fingers grasp your chin, “about seeing these gorgeous eyes rolls back into your skull, when I hit it just-” he grinds your hips up, pushing deeper inside you, “these soft lips, open and waiting for me to-” he drips a single drop of spit into your mouth, “I love watching you lick at my spit Pet.”

“Dick.”

“I can feel it,” his fingers move faster on your clit, “give it to me and let me fill you up Pet.” he growls into your mouth, “that’s what you want isn't it?”

“Yes,” you moan, “can you cover-”

“Good Pet. Asking for what she needs.” his hands slides over your mouth as your orgasm rips through you, your whole body shaking, Dicks movements frantic as he tries to fuck every last drop of his cum into you. Both your breathing grows heavier and heavier as you drag every ounce of pleasure from each other. 

“Good game coach,” Dick smiles, his forehead leaning into yours.

“You’re a dork, you know that right?”

“You like me though.”

“Like your dick.”

“I’m all Dick, baby.”

“You got that right.” you roll your eyes as Dick rolls to his side, tucking you under his arm, “You know you have to go back out there right?”

“Nah, they’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, because my little wing is known for not worrying and not checking up on people.”

“Ugh,” you roll to the side of the bed, “this is the worst part.”

“Parting is such sweet sorrow.” his tone way to dramatic as he rests a hand on his head.

“Fuck off,” you throw a pillow at him while you try to tug a stray pair of sweats on, “I just hate leaving you when you look so-”

“Handsome? Irresistible?’

“Comfy.” you lean across the bed, stealing a kiss from him, “Are you going to wait here?” 

“Go on, baby. Jason’s waiting for you.”

“Guess I gotta go fake a period. Yay.” you keep looking at him, spread out on your bed, the sheet laying across his legs and a hand behind his head as he stares back at you. 

Darting into the bathroom you try your best to fix your hair and decide that the mess actually makes you look sick.

You find Jason in the kitchen, a pot of tea in his hand and three cups sitting on the counter, “Jasmine, your favourite,” he smiles, handing you a cup, “You feeling any better?”

“A bit, might just come sit for a while. What part of the movie you up to?”

“It’s nearly finished. Did you wanna just stay in here and hang?”

“Nah, I think I’ll be ok.”

“I got your favourite snack all ready on your chair and a bigger blanket. But I can bring everything inside if you want.”

“Thanks Jay,” you give him a quick hug, “You’re always looking after me. Let's head out.” He takes your tea from you, helping you out the window and throwing your blanket over you as you sit down. 

“You alright?” Roy asks as you take your seat, “You look like shit.”

“Thanks Roy. Appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Leave her alone,” Jason chides him, sliding down on the couch next to him, “she's in pain.”

“Yeah, Roy. Don’t pick on me.”

“I'm not, I'm just saying. You got some serious fuck me hair going on there lady.”

“This is bullying, Roysand.”

“Now who's bullying? Name calling? Really?” Roy turns, poking his tongue out at you.

“Both of you stop, or you’ll be loved to death.” Jason chides you.

“Fine.” you say at the same time.

“Who's that?” Roy asks, peeking into your kitchen.

“What?” you stare at the tall man currently doing a shitty job of sneaking the fuck out.

“Yo! Grayson! I didn’t think you’d make it.” Jason calls and you feel yourself sink into your chair, pulling the blanket up to your mouth.

“Hey! Sorry I'm late, traffic. You know how it is.” Dick calls back, poking his head out of the window, “what are we watching?”

“Take a seat,” Roy smirks, his eyes darting between you and Dick, “The seat next to the blabber mouth is free.”

“Scooch.” Dick says to you, lifting your blanket and reclining his arm over the back of the chair.

“Be gentle with her, she's in pain.”

“She is a pain.” Roy dead pans, staring at you with evil in his fucking eyes.

“Would everyone just shut up and watch the movie?” Jason orders, snuggling into Roy's arm.

“The fuck?” you whisper to Dick, kicking him in the leg.

“I want to cuddle too.” his hand falls from the back of the couch onto your arm, pulling you closer to him, “Just let me hold you a little while longer.”

You keep your head facing the projector screen, but in the corner of your eye you can see Roy watching you, his eyes locked on where Dicks arm is around your shoulder. You look up to Dick to see if he’s noticed, but he just drags you closer, “Ignore him, I’ll deal with Roy Harper.”

#dick grayson #dick grayon x reader #dick grayson x reader #x reader #fem reader x dick grayson #reader x dick grayson

[oogaboogaspookyman]

So! Spaizee Nuzi stuff! What's friggin' new!

Though it's just stuff i made purely because i thought it'd funny if N got all flustered and couldn't speak and i wanna keep the "bored, too much free time" energy, so it's not gonna be like- EXPLICIT, just teasing and an overheating N whose state was caused by having been dared to lick his small goth gf who can canonically kick ass and take names

It's still not very uhhh safe either way soooo i feel a fair warning is warranted anyway... Besides i'm embarrassed but i wanna do this for shits and giggles SO badly lmfao

!!!THIS WRITTEN WORK FROM THIS USER SUGGESTS ACTIONS OF SEXUAL NATURE, ALTHOUGH NOT EXPLICIT IS STILL PRESENT IN THE FORM OF TEASING. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!

!!!YOU CAN ALSO LOOK AT THIS TOO IF YOU WANT IT EXISTS AND I'M HAPPY IT DOES :)!!!

[SUGGESTION]

The alarm starts up.

Uzi gets up from laying on N's chest like he was a body pillow, yawning and rubbing her visor.

"Mornin' N..." Uzi kissed N on the forehead as he too rised from his slumber, first thing he does is blep. He just bleps. "I guess you didn't wake up in full yet-" Uzi chuckled at the sight.

It's the same thing every weekend. Morning routine, chilling, goofing around with whatever, it's the weekend they're gonna fuck around and find out and never regret it... Maybe. Who knows, they're having fun either way.

Well this weekend Uzi was hanging out with the others over at Camp Fever; V, Lizzy and Thad, because she was bored and wanted to be a piece of shit to V and Lizzy anyway they suck.

Unfortunately this meant Uzi was forced to socialize at the camp fire but hey at least N and Thad are there to make it bearable!

"Oh heck i gotta take a call from mom- be right back, sorry!"

"Robo-god, not mom- what did Chad do now?!"

Thad feels fear and Uzi didn't see him like this a lot, most of the time he's just worried or something but never outright scared for his or other's lives. Meanwhile Lizzy is already max annoyed by this "Chad" guy and really he's only mentioned. He must suck a LOT then.

Wait- Thad is gone...

Shit.

.

..

...

..

.

Just awkward silence as the fire crackles and the wind blows inbetween the trees.

"Sooooo who's up for a game or two of truth or dare?" Lizzy broke the silence and now Uzi wishes for the awkward silence to come back.

"Ooh! Me me me!" N raised his hand, waving it around, excited to play a game with fellow drones at camp and he really doesn't like the silence anyway.

Well shit we're playing truth or dare then.

"I'll go first." Oh god oh fuck V just raised her hand we're fucking doomed.

"Oohoo what are you thinking, bestie~? I see your scary ominous grin of intent, what are you planning for us~?" V was indeed wearing her scary ominous grin of intent. Uzi Doorman, tamer of the Murder Drones, is afraid for her life.

"N!" V just whipped her hand to point at him.

"Yeah?" N just smiles so innocently, he doesn't know what's coming. Uzi has no hopes.

"Truth or dare." N started thinking of his choice...

Truth... Or dare...

Uzi couldn't say anything as it didn't matter what he chose, it would always be something painful knowing V.

"Dare! I'm feelin' daring today!"

Here we go.

"I dare you to lick Uzi" Lizzy began wheezing.

"V WHAT THE FUCK" Uzi exclaimed in sheer terror and rage and hatred and another thing she doesn't know the name of but she bets it's related to V being a bully and not the extreme blush her visor was displaying.

"DO IT! dO IT- LICK THE WEIRDO DO IT- AHAHAHDHFNDB oH MY GOOODD" Lizzy was cackling alongside V, who was pointing at N and Uzi furiously. If pointing could be a sound it'd be loud as hell.

"Ohoo nnooooo that's sooo weird... Hhhhhh- okay- can i- can i switch? Can i switch- i want truth now-" N is suffering.

"Nononononononono you're gonna do it! You're gonna lick your little purple friend! You're feeling daring, aren'tcha? Do it!" V just giggled non stop while Lizzy was crying laughing on her shoulder from the level of chaos and fucked upness that this game just reached.

"Can i run away-" Uzi was trapped, N's tail just wrapped around her. "N what the HELL"

"I'm in too deep now, i've dug my own grave, let's get this over with..." N pulled Uzi closer to himself, wishing the world was kinder to him, mentally praying to the nearest god available that could save him from this torture. V agreed with what N said. He is indeed, in too deep.

Uzi closed her eyes as she braced for the inevitable, thinking loudly in an attempt to numb the feeling she'll soon expirience against her will.

Ooookay he's gonna lick you, your best friend forever is gonna lick you and it's gonna be weird but that's okay you can repress that just fine it's no big deal it's still just your friend you're still just friends nothing more it's okay it's okay it's fine it's fine it's fine it's fine it's fine it's fine it's fine it's-

For some reason she suddenly opened one eye a bit to see what N was doing, idk why either.

She just looked on at N's tongue. A glowing, yellow, thick, dripping appendage, she just looked on in... Not horror, not shock, she's just focused on it, it's not a feeling she can describe and it drives her mad, but she knows it's causing her fans in the cooling systems to go crazy trying to cool her down.

All Uzi could think of was the sound of an unlocked lock and... "HOT"

"Okay guys i finally finished that call with mom, how's the bunch doing!" Thad just walked in on N licking Uzi's neck while V and Lizzy looked on at the scene... Unaware of Thad being present. Watching the scene. Shocked and worried about the gang's mental wellbeing.

"EXCUSE ME WHAT DID I JUST WALK IN ON???"

"OH FUCK-" Lizzy yelled as V skyrocketed into the nearest tree to grab on.

N and Uzi just froze in place and looked at Thad with their visors full of blush lines, completely overlapping with their eyes.

Well shit nobody be getting that image reppressed anytime soon.

#murder drones #uzi doorman #nuzi #serial designation n #serial designation v #murder drones lizzy #murder drones thad #suggestive #Spooker's writing

[vegasandhishedgehog]

Fuck this, I wasn't tagged by anybody but since y'all are making me insane sharing your lovely faves on my dash I gotta join the fun!

10 BL People That I Want Carnally

Just so we're clear, I'm immediately not limiting myself to 10. I'm bi. You think we have limits? (Tumblr says yes, but that's why I'm on desktop for this instead of mobile)

Night from Dirty Laundry

Are we surprised? This awakened a whole thing in me. I was constantly yelling from the rooftops about my love for this man in the cheapest drag you ever saw. This is my JAM. I'm already trying to calm myself down making the first entry on this post. GOD. And his whole committed-to-the-bit romancing a mafia leader and then robbing her because he needs money, but really he's a wee romantic who just wants to write exciting stories like all of us bitches on AO3? Honey I am FREE at 5pm on Saturday. Also, shush, I know it's not a BL, I'm counting it as part of the Midnight Series as a whole :P

Yok from Not Me

PAINT ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR POLICE OFFICERS. We already have matching tattoos babe. He isn't perfect but he's a well-intentioned mama's boy and has swagger.

Maya from Laws of Attraction

Listen, I don't think much explaining is necessary here. I'm a woman but she can call me "pretty boy" any day. Is she just Silvy Pavida with a MILF wife? Yeah. That's the point. I'll join. They would let me.

Speaking of Laws of Attraction, Nawin

I deserve an insane golden retriever boyfriend. I deserve a man who can't spell his ex's name but can get a pilot's license. He deserves someone who will enable his silliness, even when there's trouble with the accountant. *kisses all over his wing tattoo*

Togawa from Old Fashion Cupcake

Mr. Hamster Cheeks my love <3 The dates would be so good. And so would the food. And the food naps afterward. I'm a good snuggler, he's tall and there's a lot to snuggle. Win-win.

Ink from Bad Buddy

I know many of us are weak for Milk Pansa, but like, there's a reason for that. She gave us the ICON for lesbian side couples. Please, girl, scare men away from me when they mistake a boner for full-fledged love. Make me feel welcome and important and pretty and like I'm the specialest girl alive. Be taller than me ;)

Wen Qing from The Untamed

She didn't die, actually, we just eloped together, haha. I just think as someone who studied medicine, she'd have a lot of good tricks up her sleeve and I don't mean acupuncture needles.

Saifah from Enchanté

Yeah. I needed to use this gif. Get that record deal my man. Live your dreams king. I also love that he's both the old man and woman here. Impeccable. We deserved more of him.

Uea from Bed Friend

Gimme this catboy realness right now. Also, I just love him so much. He owns his narrative despite all the shit he has suffered and gets everything he deserves for it. We could be besties even. We could be...no I shan't say it.

SamMon from GAP

I just want whatever is going on right here. Let me join. Simple as that.

Tops and Marwin from Ingredients

I'm this guy. Except I think they'd be sad to see the other with someone else so I gotta have them one at a time. Tops, who's a shy cutie who can make yummy foods. And Marwin, who is basically Jeff Satur just pumped with extra himboisms.

Todd from Not Me

All principles out the window. He's evil, he's sexy. I know exactly how much that specific hotel room costs to stay in for a night. It would be luxurious.

Rain from Love In The Air

I know most people would say Phayu, and for Boss, yeah I understand, I am all there. But something about the way that little guy can fuck kinda makes me dizzy, I'm owning that. He doesn't have to be smart, he's just gotta be given compliments. Plus, my bed sheets match!

VegasPete from KinnPorsche

They altered me chemically once and I'd let 'em do it a second time and many more after that.

Tagging @kissporsche @thisautistic @omegaphobe @shubaka @risu442 @khathastrophe @loveable-sea-lemon @fawndlyvenus @viva-yas-vegas @first-kanaphan @wherelanguage-ends @xxatlasxx @adanima @snake-and-mouse @scarefox @scattered-stardust @callipigio @sparklyeyedhimbo @jdotsodomite @futureexmrsmalcolm @suzteel @jeffsatyr @coconuts-mafia

#I really come across like i'm really into threesomes here for being such an asexual virgin #and what of it #maybe i'll get into that #i'm capable of whatever i want #this was really fun #i hit a lot of bases i think

[twothpaste]

Thoughts about Porky?

my thoughts on porky are such a vast tangled web of forever spaghetti that i'm not even sure where to begin or what to pin down. the premise of a tormented child ascending to near-godhood out of sheer misanthropic spite towards the whole wide world makes my brain do backflips like a sea world dolphin. i'll ramble a bit about him.

he's ness' foil. just two chubby kids who probably grew up with their (un)fair share of bullying. the only thing distinguishing them was the familial abuse porky suffered, which he inevitably regurgitated. then destiny comes along, choosing ness over porky, and the jealousy just eats porky alive. watching his bestie accumulate friends and accolades, unable to accept it's his own rotten behavior that's driven a wedge between them. gotta imagine the burden of cutting porky off was almost unbearable for ness. somethin' that keeps him up at night, wondering if he'd just been a little kinder, or sterner, or more understanding - maybe he could've saved his old friend? not quite yet realizing it was Not At All his responsibility to "fix" someone who'd dug his grave and laid in it. porky's the kinda bad guy you love to hate, but considering his upbringing, you hesitate to blame the poor schmuck. all he knows is authority and manipulation. if you gave any ornery ostracized thirteen year old unlimited power - instead of empathy and guidance - they'd probably go down the path of vengeance, too.

he's lucas' foil. both of 'em were given plenty of reasons to hate the world. when faced with an unhappy childhood, do you choose love anyways, and move forward? or do you let it become your villain origin story? porky refuses to grow up, to such an extreme degree, that he's gotta drag everybody down into neverland with him. thinks he's got human nature all figured out, when really - kid dropped out in eighth grade - his expertise starts at the middle school lunch table and ends at Lord of the Flies. where lucas seeks to bring about a brighter future, porky's terminally obsessed with the past. barfs up the same old hierarchical capitalist bullshit he grew up with. hoards memorabilia. makes monuments to his warped nostalgia, as if anyone on the nowhere islands knows or cares. even tries to mold lucas into a makeshift ness - one last final battle, one last chance for destiny to stop me, here, take this baseball bat, come get me, let's play. but it doesn't worrrrk, because the gilded past he aches for is long buried, and these people aren't actors in his self-aggrandizing biopic. where lucas wakes up and says, "i don't have to be the same coward i was yesterday," porky says, "me? change? not a chance in hell." even if it costs him everything. porky's real worst nightmare is a world that moves on without him. once he's trapped in his time capsule, that's exactly what he's got in store.

i think he's the sunk cost fallacy incarnate. the sheer momentum of a thousand horrible decisions he can never turn back on. earthbound porky might get a little bit of slack, sure. but given a bazillion years worth of opportunities to change, mother 3 porky actively chose to get worse. what fucks me up most is how real he is. can't call a villain like this "insane", or even terribly exaggerated, when i'm lookin' out the window these days at billionaires, covid deniers, fuckin' terfs and maga hats. some people really would sooner die, or become all-consuming monsters, than admit they were wrong. it's all or nothing. in his eyes, either he's a visionary hero, or everything he's ever done was irredeemably reprehensible - and all the torment and criticism and loneliness he endured was therefore deserved. he can't bear the weight of it, so he simply doesn't. that's what underpins his character, to me. like. the moment he'd admit fault, or apologize, or express an ounce of regret? he'd cease to be porky. denying himself the human capacity to grow, forever, just to spare his fragile ego. could almost pity him. almost.

a perfect villain for both of the stories he terrorizes, and my favorite villain in anything ever. when itoi said "porky is truly a poem in himself" he wasn't kidding.

#ask tag #2thtalks

[hermanunworthy]

!DNDADS S2 EP44 SPOILERS!

aTONYment??? what does pepperoni tony have to so w this. oh my god are they gonna visit him in heaven or something. wtf is happening. guess i gotta listen and find out (im scared)

- BETH PLAYING AS NPC BETH MAY

- "ron... what ARE we?" WTF IS HAPPENINGGG

- ROGUE TAYLOR??????

- MORE GOOFY FREDDIE NUMBERS IM EXCITED

- NO NO DONT SAY THE LINCOLN FACT AS LINCOLN THATS GONNA MAKE ME SAD

- WILL IS SO SILLY i love that man

- i like the energy at the start of this one its fun

- wait is anthony doing a regular dad fact

- ANTHONY. 😭

- FREDDIE DEATH SOUND MY BELOVED

- DID LINCOLN JUST CALL HIS GRANDPA ZADDY. NEVER AGAIN

- "i had more fun in the other place" GREASE CAR FLASHBACKS.

- OMG EARLY HERMIE APPEARANCE (i choked on my food)

- "no! we cant! my scene partner!" they are so besties (worsties)

- "MY FUTURE LIFE PARTNER" HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK OAKWORTHY CRUMBS. OH M GOD . FUTURE LIFE PARTNER.

- MEATBALL SCARY

- TERRY JR SOON. GUYS

- oh wow beth hasnt cast unseen servant since. goth

- ANTHONYS BABY VOICE

- so lincoln is looking for the eleanor shellstrop okay (this whole heaven/hell stuff has just constantly been reminding me of tgp)

- "he looks up at them asianly" has the same energy as the "cries in spanish" meme

- FREDDIES LITTLE SONG HAS ME SCREAMINGGGG

- ARE TJEY ACTUALLY GONNA FIND TONY. OH MY GOD

- WOW ALL U GUYS THAT WERE JUST TELLING ME HOW U MISS PEPPERONI TONY. HOW ARE YALL FEELING

- SCARY HAS A CHANCE TO APOLOGIZE.

- 4:30 MILE IS ACTUALLY INSANE. MATT.

- HOW DID WILL FORGET THAT SOCCER IS LINKS WHOLE THING

- GOD LINK CALLING NORMAL OUTTT

- HERMIE. FUCK OFFFFF

- SPARROW OFFERING NORMAL A HUG????

- FUUUUUCK. NORMAL

- help i would like to interrupt for just a sec to say that in the middle of the episode just now i got hired at spirit halloween. dndads reference GAKDJD

- TONY WAS WAITING FOR MARGARITA WAAAAA

- SCARY SOUNDS SO NERVOUS NOBODY HMU

- IM GONNA CRY. I CANT DO THIS

- PLZZZZ LET THEM SEE MARGARITA AGAIN PLZZZ

- SCARY WHY WOULD U ASK IF IT HURT :[[

- WHAT IS THE VIBE OF THIS SCENE. HELP

- NOOOO I NEED SCARY AND MARGARITA TO INTERACT AGAIN. THEY ARE GFS

- SCARY CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT....

- THEY ARE BEING SO AWFUL TO NORMAL. QUIT IT

- SCARYS TALKING ABOUT TERRY. END ME

- "he never knew me when i was someone to be proud of" OOOUGHGHHH

- IF THAT FUCKING SWORD GOT INTO HERMIES HANDS. THEY WOULD BE UNSTOPPABLE

- NORMAL. BURIES MY HEAD IN THE FUCKING DIRT

- ooo normal dragging the sword would make cool fanart

- i honestly love salty normal but it also makes me really sad

- SCARY DIDNT INCLUDE HERMIE AMONG HER SPOUSES????

- TY WILL FOR REMEMBERING NICKY

- TAYLOR DEFENDING HIS DAD AWWW

- WTF IS THIS FIGHT???? HELLO??

- IS NORMAL FINALLY SNAPPING. IS THIS HAPPENING

- "I AM JEALOUS I DONT HAVE ANY COOL DYNAMICS W ANYBODY!!!" FUUUUUUCKK

- i cant do this i feel sick im SICK

- "why are they arguing i thought they liked each other" WHAT IF I BURST INTO TEARS RN.

- THE NORMAL ANGST IN THIS EPISODE IS TOOOO MUCH FOR ME

- NORMAL PUT THE MASCOT COSTUME BACK ON. FUCK. FUCK

- "ME AND MY THREE BEST FRIENDS AND MY FUTURE BOYFRIEND" GUYS. GUYS I CANNOT DO THIS

- THESE KIDS ARE SOOOO TRAUMATIZED WHAT THE HELLLL

- OH RON WAS IN SCARYS POCKET

- TERRY IS IN THE "PLANES OF MISERY"????

- "maybe he saw what u could be" BETH.....

- LINKS TRYING TO TALK TO NORMAL AGAIN PLZ END MY SUFFERING

- TERRY AND GLENN ARE FUCKING FIGHTING EACH OTHER????? WHATTTT

- OH NEXT EPISODE IS GONNA BE WIIIIIILD DUUUDE

#dndads #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 spoilers #siren says

[novelcain]

YEESSSSS!!! EAT THE RICH BICHES!!!! And as an American.. can confirm, America sucks..

WARNING!!! RANT INCOMING!!!

I’m not even gonna do this on Anon.. this stuff makes me too angry for that..

So as a military brat, I know the military hasn’t been given a BASIC minimum pay raise in over 20 years.. and that last raise.. was nothing, but. A. SINGLE! PENNY!!!

Regardless of inflation and how much minimum wage across the board has been raised in that same time, as a matter of fact, they’ve been denied necessary payments for tasks they were TOLD to do by the government.. Basically EVERYTHING, IS, CORRUPT.. not even mentioning how many in the military are treated like a bunch of disposable lab rats..

One of my dad’s best friends developed bone-marrow cancer that he’s still fighting after about 16 years, the military Doctors refused to do any real tests to see what was actually wrong with him, and just decided to gave him some Tums… TUMS! And since his cancer wasn’t found until AFTER he retired, HE, GOT, NOTHING! NO BENEFITS!! Even my Nana’s pastor who suffers from severe seizures due to experimental medication he was given by the military, and then denied medical benefits..

The Government is Soulless! The military is so corrupt that they actively feed off the genuinely good people who sign up, then toss them out like trash.. leaving them to FIGHT tooth and nail for years, to receive the medical benefits they’re owed! Not to mention retirement benefits the military locks in their money purses like a Victorian stooge!

… sorry I just have A LOT! of anger towards the American government system… also I might be a little confused.. and dehydrated..

Brb I gotta drink some water 🎃~

Gurl

🔊 Say👏it👏louder👏for👏the people👏in👏the👏back!!!👏 🔊

Totally love this rant bestie and don't even get me started on how women, poc, and neurodivergents are treated in the military or I will literally start a revolution 🙄🤚

Istfg I can't stand America and people who suck the government's dick because they are either a part of the issue (*cough*elites*cough*) or too brainwashed to see there's a problem to begin with

Edit: completely forgot to say this but plz drink some water bestie or imma come for your bracelets

#fuck america #fuck the military #eat the rich #anarchism #skittle answers

[alreadyjackbestfriend]

rose-colored boy (instagram AU)

pairing: jack harlow x reader

A/N (please read): I think this is a crossover that no one would expect, like, hayley williams as a face claim in a jack harlow fanfic? i'm very proud of that.

okay, the important part: this is my first instagram AU, I've had this idea for months in my notes, and I finally got over my laziness to do it. I have many celebrities in my mind to do more instagram au's, in this one I used hayley because she matched with my idea, but I want to use many different women, so that we can all identify ourselves, although what we do best is occupy our imagination, so with a bit of it i hope we can enjoy all these no matter the face claim!

lastly, I did my best to edit these photos, I don't have any expertise, don't judge me LOL

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yourinstagram best friends shit <3

📸: the other bestie @ urbanwyatt

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fan1 WAIT, WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?

yourfan2 I think they met at some show award a few months ago

yourfan3 actually, it was about a year ago

yourfan1 and there are no photos of that??????

jackfan1 i'm FREAKING OUT

jackharlow love you bestie

yourfan4 screaming, crying, throwing up

jackfan2 why are they friendzoning each other lmaooo

yourfan5 @ jackfan1 well y/n went through a break up recently so I don't think she's thinking about a relationship right now

yourfan6 I CAN’T BELIEVE IT MY FAVES

jackfan3 the friendship we didn't know we needed

urbanwyatt 👨‍👩‍👦

jackfan4 urban third wheeling lmao

jackfan44 is this some kind of clue? 👀

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jackharlow hey bestie 😜 @/yourinstagram

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yourinstagram hey 😝

jackfan5 OMG

jackfan6 can’t believe it

jackfan7 JACK AND Y/N BREAKING THE INTERNET ONCE AGAIN

lilnasx I should be mad that you didn't wear a shirt with my face on it… but I get it, y/n's prettier

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yournamesource y/n singing "I caught myself" at today's concert. Let's remember that this is an unrealised song that was leaked a few weeks ago. y/n hasn't officially released it, singing it for the first time today.

yourfan7 FUCK MATTHEW

user who’s matthew?

yourfan7 @/user her ex-fiancé

yourfan8 it's very obvious that this song is about her ex-fiancé, what strikes me is that during the song she says "but i don't know what i want" like she's confused, maybe between two people, and at the end she says "but NOW I KNOW what i want", and she's not with him anymore and people had started these rumors about Jack... damn

yourfan9 you’re a GENIUS

yourfan10 this theory is really good

yourfan11 I've always thought that jack had a hand in this breakup... I'm not blaming him in any way, but it makes sense.

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yourinstagram wake up, world! ROSE-COLORED BOY, the first single of my upcoming album “after laughter”, song and video out now!

yourfan12 so proud of you <3

ynfan13 this song made me realize how much our baby has been suffering ☹

ynfan14 so… who’s the rose-colored boy, yn?

ynfan15 his name starts with J

ynfan16  J A C K H A R L O W

jackfan8 it’s an open secret at this point

user2 “you say, we gotta look on the bright side, I say, well, maybe if you wanna go blind. you say my eyes are getting too dark now but boy, you ain't ever seen my mind” wow, damn

jackfan9 if this song is about jack I’m gonna cry

jackfan10 I know a lot of people think this is an angry song about this “rose-colored boy”, and yes, that is how it starts but if you listen carefully to the lyrics you can realize how this boy never gave up on her, even when she was sad all the time. i think it would be so sweet if this song was about jack.

user3 wake up, Roseville, more like… LOUISville?

user4 stop reaching

jackharlow 💗

jackfan11 STOP IT

jackfan12 okay, it's confirmed

zachsangshow y/n breaks the silence about the rumors that her song, “rose-colored boy” has caused: “you know... I had known this guy for a few months, but there came a point where my whole life fell apart, because someone I trusted deeply betrayed me. I was upset all the time and I didn't want to infect him with my sadness, but he didn't leave, that's why the song starts with the phrase "low key, no pressure, just hang with me and my weather", because that's how things were those first few weeks. It's not an angry song about how annoying this guy is, but about how he held my broken heart, while I was telling him all these things about how horrible the world was.”

When Dan asked her if the song was the one everyone was speculating about (i.e. rapper Jack Harlow), she shrugged, smiling: "who knows?"

WATCH THE INTERVIEW ON THE LINK IN OUR BIO.

yourfan17 “someone I trusted deeply betrayed me”, fuck matt, he was the one who cheated on her and then let everyone think she cheated on him with jack when it was all the other way around

yourfan18 SHOUT IT FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

yourfan19 i'm gonna be honest, i didn't know this jack guy, but i'm really happy he's in her life now

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We get babies AND DEEPLINGS???!!!!! and a trans icon!!!!! I love winter and the season itself, so he makes me extremely happy : DDD Raz you give so much <3

Omg, headcanon for mentors for the BlackMallow2.0 kits:

Honeykit

I wanna see Plumstirpe mentor him. I know she and Beeface have similar ideals to Coot, but meeting their siblings + Pinepaw's outspokenness would help them see... bruh.... they just baby...Also, if anyone is going to bond with Plum, it's Honey.

Alt. a mentor would be Beeface, as I think Honey would calm her down. I imagine both sisters can't bring themselves to be cruel to any of their little siblings but especially Honey.

Egretkit

Asphodelpaw 100%. I headcanon her as selective mute, so I think Mallow would she Asphodel's confidence persona and hope to pass it to his daughter (ofc, that's not how being selective mute works, but he tries). Egret would be super intimidated by Asphodel's cool disposition, but I think they'd get along very well,, after a while.

Asphodel is, at first, internally freaked out by her mute apprentice as she's used to verbal reassurance, but after some frustration and then self-reflection, she works to understand Egert. She learns Egret's 'tail-sign' and does her best to make Egret feel safe and listened to. Asphodel is a bit of a mess (but is good at hiding it in front of the clan) but keeps on her confidant face for her apprentice. She isn't the scary mentor Egret thought she'd get, and Egret is relieved. Asphodel eventually confesses she's not as confident as she looks (Egert isn't surprised), and all she wants to do is to make sure Egret doesn't suffer from the same insecurities she did as an apprentice.

I also like to think Egrettail would have had a hand in the training. Little Egret is already close to her auntie, and I think Asphodel would go to her for advice. Asphodel and Egrettail end up bonding (aroace besties) and co-mentor little Egret all throughout her training. Bonding and sisterhood ensue.

Bluebellkit

"Daffodilpaw is a great choice to counter Bluebell's chipper nature. ADHDers gotta stick together" - Mallowstar probably. Daffodil is a warrior at this point, so of course, she knows to have to train a hyper apprentice like she was! Sike. Bluebell is several handfuls of energy Daffidoil cannot ever hope to quell. Daffidoil is physically unable to be mean, but her soft approach isn't getting Bluebell to listen. Daffodil, unfortunately, blows up at Bell. It's a tense few weeks after that. Of course, this is a found family movie. So in a really, terribly cheesy way, they make up and become sisters, lol. Daffodil helps Bell develop her own hunting and frightening techniques as Daff had to develop them on her own. Bluebell becomes the best tracker in the clan!

Alt. mentor would be Comorantpaw. I love the "-_- and ^w^ mentor-student, you're my kid now" troupe. Cormorant and Bluebell would get along super well, both heads empty. They would bond over rocks and have a general interest in the concept of death. In a curious way, lol.

Meadowkit

Interstingly, I choose Slugpelt. Not sure if she'll ever go back to being a warrior but if not, I think Meadow becoming a queen would be uber interesting. Slug would teach him childcare, what helps queens, and how to take care of kits... Meadow is smart but terribly anxious. He ends up helping Slugpelt take care of his mother more than his siblings. It quells his anxiety to keep busy caring for someone. While he doesn't want to be a medicine cat (interrupt that as you will), he learns basic healing and everyday remedies. He admires Slug and her kids' relationship, particularly more when Blacknose becomes farther gone. While his siblings are a little vain (maybe less so Honey, but he's hopeful) and expect Blacknose to get better, Meadow is already mourning her.

Mallow and Pine do their best to help his grief and try to get him to cheer up. Slug pulls him aside and tells him about mourning and grief; rather than try and fix his feelings, Slug helps him process them and lets him grieve. Meadow becomes a permanent queen. Despite his serious nature, he's an intuitive guy; he knows what to say and how to help, even if it's nothing.

I imagine he and Coot become... equals. After a strained relationship with Black's second litter, Meadow and Coot help mend the gap. Not without hating each other with fury (Coot sees Meadow becoming another Pinepaw, useless). Coot blames Pine for Meadow's decision which pisses Slug off big time. Coot ends up not talking to Meadow for moons. But they make up! kinda.

I'm glad you enjoyed the swath of new character designs from this last issue & extras, haha.

This is so much wonderful character analysis!! These are really wonderful headcanons too, they all sound super cute. Obviously I can't say anything on the matter, but this was a treat to read.

#ask #egretkit #honeykit #bluebellkit #meadowkit #headcanon