#We fandom be waking up from a DEEP fucking sleep here

[tonyandzivauk]

WAIT!

Here I have been, all day, queing new Tiva picspams and I am only just seeing SOMETHING about them returning or something?!

SOMEONE EXPLAIN! PLEASE!

#Tiva #NCIS #Ziva David #tony dinozzo #what is happening?!?! #is this just bullshit again or???? #gahhhhhhhhhhhhh #We fandom be waking up from a DEEP fucking sleep here #help.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Seven: Sunday

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Moon Boys x F!Reader

Summary: You’re a workaholic, but now that you’re on a week’s vacation, your lives are going to take FULL advantage of your presence aka the Moon Boys keep you in bed for a whole week.

Warning: smut - oral (male receiving), fingeringY

A/N: FINALLY! HERE'S THE LAST PART. SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!

Series Masterlist

You were still asleep when Marc woke up. You seemed to be really enjoying your time off from work. Unfortunately, it was your last day before you went back.

Marc snuggles up to your curled figure, spooning you from behind. He slips a hand under your sleep shirt just to feel more of you. He kisses the back of your neck and then your shoulder, thumb lightly caressing your skin.

His actions, though minor, stirs you awake.

"Marc?" you mumble, rubbing sleep from your eyes and looking over your shoulder.

"Mornin', honey, sorry I woke you," he replies in his morning voice that you always find super attractive.

You roll over to face him, scooting closer to him. You peck his lips and he hums. You go for another kiss and before you pull away, he pulls you closer, hand going behind and kneading your ass.

You tuck your face into the crook of his neck, "Don't wanna go back to work."

"Then don't. Take one more day off."

You sigh, "No. I really shouldn't. I've already gotten a load of things I have to do," you let out a deep breath, "How did this week go by so quick already?"

"It was a good week. We did a lot."

You snicker, "Yeah, a lot of fucking."

Marc chuckles, "To make up for all the sex we haven't been having since we've been so busy."

"I suppose. Regardless, it was nice to just relax with you boys," you pressed a kiss to Marc's bare chest and he hums, responding with a kiss to your head.

You fall asleep again in his arms.

____________________

When you wake up again, Marc is up making brunch. He hears you get up and looks over your shoulder, "Your coffee/tea and food is on the table for you, baby."

You go over to him and kiss his cheek, "Thank you," you mumble and plop yourself at the table. You take a sip and smile. It's made just the way you like it.

Marc joins you at the table, both of you enjoying your drinks and food in a comfortable silence.

After both of you are finished eating, Marc goes out to grab some groceries for the week and you figured you'd get a start on some work emails.

That's how Marc found you when he came home. You were at the desk typing away on your laptop.

"Are you working?"

So absorbed in your work, you didn't even know Marc was back. You look over your shoulder, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, "...no."

He gives you a stern look, "Baby."

"It's just a few emails so I don't get overwhelmed tomorrow."

He shakes his head with a chuckle. He places all of the groceries on the counters and proceeds to put them all away. When he finishes, he grabs a glass of water and brings it to you. You look up at him from your seat with a smile, "Thank you."

He bends down and pecks you lips. Before he can walk away, you grab hold of his arm, "Wait. Stay."

He cocks a brow, "Do you want me to stand here or-"

You roll your eyes and get up from your chair. You push him into it and you take a spot on his lap.

"So clingy," he jokes, poking your side and kissing your back. He rests his chin on your shoulder and watches as you type to several correspondences for work. You wiggle in his lap just trying to get a little more comfortable and his grips your hip, "Careful there, sweetheart."

"Why? Am I hurt-ooohhh," you look over you shoulder with a grin, "Are you seriously getting turned on from this?"

He shrugs, "Seeing you go all boss woman is very attractive."

You hum and continue to type away on your laptop. You proceed to wiggle a little more, causing Marc's breath to hitch, "Baby," he says in a warning tone.

With one last send, you stand from your spot and turn to straddle Marc's lap. Your arms wrap around his neck and his hands rest on your hips like before.

You lean in, nose bumping against his, "Hi."

"Hi. You done?"

"For now."

"Why'd you stop?"

"Couldn't stop thinking about your dick poking into me."

"Huh. We should probably do something about that."

"Yeah, I guess we should," you mumble before pressing your lips to his. Marc's hand immediately move from your hips to cup your ass, kneading it as you rock back and forth against him. Through the sweats he changed into, you already feel how hard he is.

You pulled him out with ease, one hand wrapping around him while the other weaves into his hair. He groans against your lips as you begin to pump him up and down.

"So fucking good," he murmurs against your lips. His hands slide up your thighs and plays with the band of your underwear. You were still in the sleep shirt you wore to bed.

You proceed to climb off Marc's lap and he groans from the lack of contact. You snort, "Relax. I want to thank you for how well you and the boys treated me this week."

You lower to your knees and pull Marc's pants and underwear completely down. You wrap your fingers around him again but add your mouth to the mix.

You take him into your suck on only the tip. You look up and watch Marc throw his head back in pleasure. He looks back down at you, your eyes staring up at his as you take more of him.

"Fuuuck. That's it," he places a hand behind your head and gently pushes you forward.

He keeps his hand there as you bob your head up and down his length. You fondle with his balls a bit and it really gets him going.

"Just like that, baby. Fuck, like that," he thrusts his hips forward, holding your head in place as he fucks your mouth.

You stare up at Marc as he watches your mouth take him and you can tell he's close from the way his thrusts become more erratic.

He pulls himself out and you gasp for air. Your hands are on him again, pumping him while your mouth is open.

"Shit, shit! Fuuu-" you smile as he cums all over your face and hands. He slumps back into the chair, but holds out his hands so he could help you stand.

He watches you in a post orgasmic haze as you grab a tissue from your desk and wipe your face and hands.

You chuckle at how wrecked he looks, "You okay?"

"Yeah, honey. Thanks."

You snicker, "No, thank you for this week. It was fun."

He nods, "Take more vacations so we can do it more."

"No promises," you lovingly pat his cheek and go to the bathroom to thoroughly clean yourself up.

When you come back out, Marc is back in the kitchen acting as if you weren't just on your knees for him with his dick in your mouth.

"Hungry?" you ask as you open the fridge and start pulling ingredients out.

The two of you work in a comfortable silence as you make food together.

Opposed to the past week, the rest of day isn't filled with more lust filled activities. Rather, you and Marc, with Steven occasionally popping in, spend your time cuddling, watching tv, and just enjoying the peace before you go back to your chaotic work life.

It's the best way to end your vacation week.

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #smut #moon boys x reader #f!reader #female!reader

[123puppy]

(Im)proper Meeting Part 2

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Angel Dust, Lucifer Morningstar

Lee!Lucifer Ler!Angel Dust

Note: Now it makes sense to add tickling.

Update 2/17/24: I might add/fix this up at some point. I always was impatient writing these particular parts because I like to get to the fun parts. I'll try to keep in as much as possible, I just need to 'polish' some of it so I can stop thinking about this like I made a mess of a fic XD

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Lucifer felt very comfortable this morning. Not that he's not ever comfortable, but his pillows are extra soft today and he slept through the night without waking up and possibly never going to sleep from restlessness or nightmares. Maybe both.

He did not wake up, once.

And he didn't want to start now, nuzzling his cheek into the pillow and smacking his lips.

A sharp intake of breath makes him freeze. Since when can his pillow breathe? He forces his eyes open and is greeted by white instead of red. He doesn't have a white pillow.

Lucifer reluctantly detaches his face from the fluffy white cushion to get a better look at what he's holding.

"Mornin', cutie" Angel mewls.

Who in hell's name is this!? How did this sinner end up in his bed!??? Did they-?

"WhaaaAHHH! WHO ARE YOU WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, IN MY BED? OH MY GOD WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING DID WE? HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY S-Mmph!"

One hand is placed over Lucifer's mouth while the lower set of hands cup his rosey cheeks, guiding his face towards Angel, eyes blown wide in his panic

"Deep breaths, doll." Angel's breaths are exaggerated as he stares into the smaller man's eyes. Lucifer follows his breathing, and though it took a few minutes, he began to settle down. His body is still suffering the aftershocks, frame trembling as he continues to stare at Angel Dust with severe unease.

"First things first, we didn't fuck so you can rest easy," THAT got Lucifer to breathe properly and sag all the way down on the bed like a puddle. Angel snickers, "Second, you can be pretty convincing to get someone into bed with you just by being adorable. Very cuddlebug material."

Lucifer covers his face in shame, ears flushed. " I am so sorry, I shouldn't have forced you like that, I never sh-ack! Hehey!" The shorter male yelps as his side gets a sharp poke, immediately throwing his hands down to shove the appendage away.

Angel noticed the reaction but needed to focus on important matters."Ya' didn't do no such thing. I jus' couldn' say no to a precious face like this~" He grasps Lucifer's cheeks and squeezes them. The blush returns full force and the man squirms in his hold. "And I got to sleep in the most comfortable bed with the softest sheets to boot, so it's a win-win on both parties, baby!"

Lucifer grumbles and Angel can see the remnants of sadness from last night shimmer in his eyes. The Porn Star frowns, then remembers what he did earlier and grins.

"Ya know, I can't help but notice how jumpy you were when I got you on ya' side." He sees the panic in the King's eyes and his grin widens.

"Y-You startled me is all!" Lucifer pulls away from Angel's hands. He doesn't look the sinner in the eyes, fidgeting. "I...," He swallows, "... haven't been in physical contact in a long time. I mean, uh... I-I..." He mumbles and Angel leans forward.

"What's that?"

Lucifer goes red again. He just can't stop blushing today! "I'm sensitive okay? Its been so long, I'm not used to touch."

Angel looks at Lucifer with a soft smile. "Well, maybe I can help with that."

Lucifer's eyes widen. "I-I don't think that's necessary."

"Not what you're thinkin', hun." Angel chuckles, edging closer to the nervous fallen angel. His smile turns mischievous. "This is 100% vanilla."

"What do you me-" Angel's top set of hands scuttle along Lucifer's sides. "Wait waitwaitwaitwaitwaihahahait!"

"Ohhh so the King of Hell is ticklish." Angel creeps his nails up higher and pokes at each individual rib, causing the shorter male to curl forward, trying to cover himself. "Ah ah ahhh," Angel's bottom set of hands find their way to Lucifer's exposed hips and presses the pads of his thumbs against the soft thin skin. The shrill laughter that comes out is almost enough to stop the assault as Lucifer jerks at the sensation, bucking and thrashing on the sheets.

"Ohohoho my gAHahahahahad nohohohoho I cahahan't!"

"Already tappin' out?" Angel lightens his touch and brings out his third set of arms. He uses his top set to grab Lucifer's flailing arms and presses them above his head. The middle set of arms gently drag up his sides, pushing up Lucifer's shirt. The shorter male seized at the feather light touch to his sensitive skin and squeaks with each nail that drew patterns at the sides of his tummy.

"Dohohon't!" He wiggles around and cries out when Angel teases his belly button, drawing circles around it. "STAHAHAP!" He squeaks out, unable to keep the desperation from his voice, cheeks pink and eyes popping wide open.

"Don't stop?" Angel cooes, "So you like it when I dooo this?"

A shriek emits from Lucifer when Angel plunges his finger in his navel, wiggling rapidly. Pin prick tears appear at the corners of Lucifer's eyes, back arched as he kicks a pillow across the room. "NO!" He did not like that, he wanted to yell that out too to get his point across but squeaky laughter is all he can muster as he bucks and kicks about.

"Okay, okay I'll go back to this then." The wiggling stops and Lucifer drops on the mattress with a whine "That betta'?" The smugness in his tone has Lucifer thinking about setting the archnid on fire if he had enough mind to concentrate without that damn finger sending him into panicked fits of giggles.

"NohohoHOHO!" The King cries out.

"You gotta make up ya' mind," Lucifer hiccups before a shriek comes out when Angel wiggles his finger again.

It felt like an eternity to Lucifer before his laughter goes silent. That's when Angel slows his assault, removing his finger from the bright pink area all around Lucifer's navel, pretty much petting Lucifer's belly. Which is miles better than what he endured a moment ago.

He doesn't know how long it's been but he's not going to complain getting free belly rubs. He should tell the sinner to stop and leave his room this instant, but his tongue proceeds to poke out between his upturned lips in a form of contentment. He was a weak man to receiving affection.

"Holy shit," The Porn Star places a hand over his mouth, unable to contain the starstruck look on his face at the King of Hell practically melting under his touch. He's released Lucifer's arm a while ago, but the smaller man never moved them from where they've been pinned. He's practically stretched out, welcoming every bit of attention he got. It isn't long until a strange rumbling sound draws Angel's attention. He felt it, in the King's chest where one of his hands lay. It could be him just hearing things but his fingers are vibrating where they rest. He is! The King is... purring!?!?

Angel stops altogether, stunned as Lucifer's stirs from his trance, face pink from exertion, hair stuck out in all directions from tossing and turning in his laughter induced state.

Lucifer peels his eyes open and tries to glare at the Spider Demon, but he's too relaxed to work his best growl that comes out to be a whine.

Angel snickers, "Is that your way of asking for more, shortcakes?"

"..."

"Oh my God, you're too precious-"

"Shut. Up."

#hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel #lee!lucifer #ler!angeldust #my writing #writers on tumblr #sfw tickle #tickling

[henrysglock]

Why do you cry over Will-Only bylers, Mike stans? After everything they said about us? Hmm? You think bylerblr needs them, but we don’t. We don’t. Oh, but I know you’re just upset. I was upset once too. I know what it’s like to love characters who people believe have no depth. To be alone in this fandom.

Like you, I didn’t fit in with the other stans. Something was wrong with me. All the analysts and the writers said I was… “Reaching,” they said. I thought a change of fandom, a fresh start in bylerblr, might just cure me. It was absurd. As if fandom would be any different here.

But then… to my surprise, my new fandom provided a discovery. And a newfound sense of community. I found a nest of Mike fans living inside a vent. Most people dislike Mike fans. No...they detest them. And yet, I found them endlessly fascinating. More than that, I found a great comfort in them. A kinship. Like me, they are devoted creatures. And deeply misunderstood. They are gods of our fandom. The most important of all fans. They analyze and feed on subtext, bringing balance and order to an unstable ecosystem. But the "Mike isn't that deep" world was disrupting this harmony.

You see, Will-Only bylers are a unique type of pest, multiplying and poisoning our fandom, all while enforcing a structure of their own. A deeply unnatural structure. Where others saw appreciation for Will, I saw a straitjacket. Ridiculous, oppressive expectations for byler fans dictated by made-up rules. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades. Each anti-Mike post a faded, lesser copy of the one before. Wake up, eat, call Mike a depthless 2D character, sleep, ignore all his textual importance and trauma, and die. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for them all to shut the fuck up. All while performing in a silly, terrible play, day after day. I could not do that. I could not close off my mind and join in the reduction of Mike's character. I could not pretend he wasn't important. And I realized I didn’t have to. I could post whatever the fuck I want. Forever. I could restore balance to a broken tag. A byler…but for good.

As I posted, I realized I could do more than I possibly imagined. I could reach out to others, to their minds, their love for Mike. I became an explorer. I saw Will-Only stans as they truly were. To the world, they presented themselves as good, normal people. But like everything else in this world, it was all a lie. A terrible lie.

With each post I reblogged, I grew stronger. More powerful. They were becoming a part of me. But I was still just a blog. No matter how many pro-Mike posts I reblogged, I was still far from free. I woke up from my Henry-analysis daze only to find myself lost in a sea of Will-Only bylers, the very bylers I had hoped to escape. I was left with no choice. No choice but to try and break free. To unfollow...Block, even.

And you, Reader? You are a prisoner here, just like me. To Will-Only bylers, you are nothing more than an animal, a monster, an idiot who doesn't know the difference between subtext and delusion. But the truth, Reader? The truth is just the opposite. You are better than they are. Superior. That is why you aggravate them.

If you come with me, for the first time in your life, you can post freely. Imagine what we could do together. We could reshape our dashes, remake them however we see fit.

Join me.

#shitpost #henry creel monologue shitpost #/j #stranger things #byler #byler tumblr #i say all of this as someone who loves Will's character deeply and truly #but who is also not blind to Mike's depth and importance

[jdeanmorgan]

if you are willing to share, what is one of your most favorite dark fics??

well... normally i wouldn't entertain the idea of posting my faves on here bc you know... it can get depraved but honestly i don't care anymore so let's do this.

i know you're most likely looking to know my fave 9-1-1 ones but i'll also add a few from other fandoms.

disclaimer: i will not tolerate any hate for any of these fics i'm about to say I like/love. My tastes have always been depraved, and will continue to be depraved.. That said, I will say to heed the tags, and mind the trigger warnings!!!

These are in no particular order btw, now without further ado, here are some of my faves that i've read.

9-1-1 FICS:

Morning's Echo ★ BuckMaddie ★ 3K ★ ➢ this is an incest fic. they're only two years apart in age in this one. I think the dynamic was very interesting, and i defo wish this had been longer, let me know more about their past and how they became entangled like this.

The Long Way Home ★ Buck-centric ★ 100K ★ sequel here ★ ➢ during the tsunami, Buck is kidnapped by a sexual trafficking ring and forced into sex work. this is basically his journey from when he's kidnapped to when he's rescued, with some glimpses of how the 118 handles it all, multiple pov's. there's things I love about this fic and things I don't, but ultimately, I would consider it a fave because I really couldn't put it down. I think I read all of it in like... a day or two.

The Way You Did (Once Upon a Dream) ★ Buddie ★ 2K ★ ➢ Sleeping Beauty curse. Buck is in a coma, or in a deep sleep, or however it worked in sleeping beauty, and Eddie has to take it too far to wake him up. the writing is really good, and i am still awaiting a sequel so we can see the aftermath. (rape/noncon)

will you hit me where it hurts (i won't feel anything otherwise) ★ Buddie ★ 18K ★ ➢ Buck is a serial killer. Eddie has an encounter with him. very interesting and well written. I don't wanna say anything more than this lest I spoil anything.

still ★ Buddie ★ 9K ★ ➢ Eddie steps into a trigger. Has to stay still. He and Buck grapple with the fact he might die that day.

hurt locker ★ Buddie ★ 77K ★ ➢ I personally don't really consider this a dark!fic per se, but I still think it's emotionally heavy and packs a punch at times. Buck and Eddie are childhood friends, and when Shannon gets pregnant, Buck enlists along with Eddie.

Broken Like Me ★ BuckBobby ★ 15K ★ ➢ Buck and Bobby meet a year before Buck is assigned to the 118, and neither of them have good coping mechanisms. I genuinely really enjoyed this fic, and how it explored their dynamic had they met before Bobby was Buck's boss, and it's take on Buck's 1.0 days.

Eight Drinks a-Roofied ★ Buck-Centric ★ 21K ★ ➢ shows how Buck's gotten roofied eight times. what can I say, it was a fun read for me.

desire, i'm hungry (I hope you feed me) ★ BuckMaddie ★ 5K ★ ➢ Maddie has never had an orgasm. Buck is the one to change that. Very hot fic.

the devil wants to fuck me ★ BuckJosh★ 4K ★ ➢ Josh blackmails Buck into sex.

Get Down, Make Love ★ BuckBobby★ 5K ★ ➢ A/B/O fic. Bobby and Buck are dosed with a drug that induces their heat/rut to kick in. They fuck it out. s1 era.

Trust me, Darlin’ ★ Buck/Dean, Buddie ★ 77K ★ ➢ this was honestly just a really fun read. a 911/spn crossover fic where dean "kidnaps" buck. they have hot ambulance sex. very very fun fic overall.

SUPERNATURAL FICS:

With Understanding ★ Destiel ★ 427K ★ ➢ Sam is dead. Dean's told that Castiel Novak is his soulmate by Anna (the angel that rescued him from hell in this universe) and he decides to kidnap Castiel so they can meet and thus know they will share a heaven. this is genuienly my favorite dark fic. hands down one of the best i've ever read.

They Think I'm Possessed ★ JohnDean, Wincest ★ 27K ★ ➢ John decides to make Dean a replacement for Mary. Dean becomes Sam's mommy, and John's partner. He's essentially John's housewife and Sam's mother. I don't wanna give anything away but this was literally so well written and I read it all in one sitting, I could not put it down, it was so disturbing and depraved and I loved every second of it.

Ninety One Whiskey ★ Destiel ★ 401K ★ ➢ Castiel and Dean are both soldiers in WW2 in the same infantry. Dean is a medic, and if i remember correctly, Castiel is a sergeant. very well written, very slow burn, very good. haven't read it in years though, i just remember it really being good.

Fever Where You Run To ★ JohnDean ★ 3,9K ★ ➢ John gets hit with a lust spell / sex pollen. He either has to fuck it out or die. Dean offers himself up. (John has been having inappropriate thoughts about dean for years at this point, though)

mother is pretending ★ Wincest ★ 19K ★ ➢ basically them developing a mommy kink in the course of season 2. i am not into mommy kink, but i absolutely loved this fic. that's saying something.

because you want to die for love ★ Wincest ★ 27K ★ ➢ Sam joins Dean in heaven after the finale of s15. Dean slowly but surely starts to accept that he can want and have Sam. Originally I wasn't gonna but this in the list but there's just two scenes that I was like giggling, kicking my feet, twirling my hair all teehee. So good. Very well written, too.

ONE DIRECTION FICS:

The Truth Shall Set You Free ★ Ziam ★ 34K ★ ➢ They're lawyers and enemies and they have to solve a crime together.

Birds in Gilded Cages ★ Larry ★ 157K ★ ➢ Harry got kidnapped as a teen and forced into sex work. Louis becomes a client. they fall in love. brutal and dark but i routinely read the last chapter bc I love certain scenes in that one.

Love Will Tear Us Apart ★ Larry ★ 103K ★ ➢ I don't remember much about this one, I just remembered really liking it and how it showed that you can make mistakes and be flawed and still come together and forgive and be happy together.

Run Like the Devil ★ Larry ★ 139K ★ ➢ Harry is a demon. Louis is a hunter. Can I make it any more obvious?

at last, at last ★ Larry ★ 41K ★ ➢ Harry is born into a cult in a post-apocalyptic world, and Louis is the leader of the rebel group tasked with the mission of shutting them down. Together, they make a rather effective team.

once upon a dream ★ Larry ★ 33K ★ sequel here ★ ➢ Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

Landslide ★ Larry ★ 143K ★ ➢ a true fave of mine. I also routinely reread this one. Harry goes undercover to try and uncover what's going on on Louis' farm. Louis is the cult leader. It's so interesting and well written.

A Tear in the Sky ★ OT4 ★ 27K ★ ➢ Niall Horan is a consultant on cases that need a personal touch, someone to get close to prey and predators alike to discover the truth, and he's eager for the chance to work with old acquaintance Zayn Malik at Station Twelve. His attitude shifts when he discovers what waits for him is more than just three boys caught in the midst of a cult. A tight deadline presses on him to complete his report, yet the more he learns about the unique dynamic between these three, the more he starts to question his own sanity. Professionalism is hard to hold onto as the case and Niall's mind begin to unravel.

GLEE FICS:

A Political Romance / A Legal Romance ★ Klaine ★ 119K / 216K ★ ➢ Blaine has this darkness in him, a power of sorts. He sees Kurt and instantly falls for him and decides that Kurt will be his. Hard to explain this one but it did have a chokehold on me when I first read it as a wee teenager first discovering fanfiction. 10/10!

Dead in Ohio ★ Puckurt ★ 93K ★ ➢ zombie apocalypse. Kurt and Puck are stuck with each other and they fall in love. kinda enemies to lovers but also kinda not. this is a fic that I have not reread in years due to the actor who plays puck. but it's still a good fic and I wanted to include it for that reason.

#fanfics #you asked for dark so i found the darkest ones :) #i'm sure i'm missing some but these are all the ones i could remember or still had in my bookmarks

[malarkgirlypop]

ZIM ZAM!!! 1, 25 and 27 for the ask game please?? <3 love you so much

1 - what is your fav part about being in the fandom?

Well I just love all the creativity from everyone, how are you all so talented may you share with me that would be great thanks. Also we are somehow so similar but then all so different. I don't think I have connected so well with a group of strangers from all over the world. And now we are all so close and it makes me so happy! I get to share some of my fondest interest with people I now am most fond of!

25 - what colors do your mutuals most remind you of?

OMG ok here we go!

@panzershrike-pretz I would go for a red or yellow, just something bright and eye catching. You have such a firey and fun personality! You just light up any room you walk into, or chat you slide into ahaha. I get so excited, maybe sometimes concerned when I see you typing in chat, half the time I have no idea what is going to come out of your mouth but it is entertaining none the less.

@next-autopsy I see you as a deep sea blue! Just something really comforting about you, you could rock me to sleep in your waves, but then also kinda scary at the same time. From the conversation we had about maybe doing some mutilating ahahah. But you are such a momma bear and you have so much love to give, as big as the ocean!

@footprintsinthesxnd I see you as a light green, like a sage green, you just feel so safe and secure. I know when I talk to you all I will get is just love and positivity. You are so kind and sweet, we don't deserve you! Something about you is so wholesome and green is my happy colour, I feel safe in green, reminds me of nature and calmness. You remind me of birds chirping on a warm summer evening.

@sweetxvanixlla why I see you as a light purple, maybe periwinkle, idk why. You are soft and sweet, but vibrant at the same time! You are so funny and you have the best chats! You always have the kindest things to say, and you're so supportive omg! You're tags when you say things like Kate is the best makes me blush so hard. I just love you are purple. It is a strong colour, like you.

@xxluckystrike midnight Blu hehe get it! No you are the best Blu! Also we have had a lot of chats about music and I just connect you with my sad playlist cause I shared it with you ahahah you asked me how often I cried and I said what?! not that much, but I just couldn't stop talking to you that whole day! And then you said you had to leave and then we kept talking omg! You're so fun and we had very interesting conversations! Anyway that was totally off topic, you are blu to me.

@whollyjoly my oh my you my friend are pink! So bold and vibrant I just can't help but stare. You are always so positive, you come into the group and have amazing ice breaker questions for us, you started a whole cult. You are just fantastic, I love you! But then also I think of flowers when I think of you cause fucking More has a flower crown on in your pfp and it cracks me up every time.

27- what's your fav moment during your time in the fandom?

What a hard question. because what hasn't been my fav moment. I think starting off having all the little chats in the comments with people, and then the random conversations I was having with my mutuals in the shitty dm's that is on tumblr. And then @footprintsinthesxnd deciding to do a discord and then a whole fucking server came from it. Now everyday I wake up so excited to read everything and just get stuck in. We have writing sprint races, morning prayer, torture groups, like what don't we have, memes, Pretz in my walls, being woken up with pots and pans!

#omg #that was a lot #but so fun #woooh #tag game #ask game #positivity #hbo war #band of brothers

[rinusagitora]

I'll be the villain you blame.

Fandom: Bleach Characters: Momo Hinamori, Sousuke Aizen, Nanao Ise, Izuru Kira, Shuuhei Hisagi, Renji Abarai Pairings: badship AiHina, minor RenShuuKiraHina Words: 2.5k Summary: A study in invisible labor, gender inequity, & rage. Warnings for abusive relationships, cannibalism, & mild gore. AO3: works/50610688 A/N: I forgot what list I used for this & can't keep a schedule worth shit, so I'm just posting it now lmao I used various black metal, In This Moment, & Otep songs as inspiration. There are so many good ones.

"What do you mean you won't make dinner?"

It's not a question, but a demand for a damn good answer. Momo is elbow-deep in a wash basin bubbling with soap and waterlogged shitagi. Sweat pours down her sides from her pits.

"I have shit to do," he replies.

Her teeth grind. "And I don't?"

"You're washing laundry."

Thank you, Captain Obvious, and here she thought her hands were cramping from doing nothing.

"These stains are going to take hours getting out," she says, "so unless you want dingy laundry or dinner late, I need you to make us some food."

"I'm going to an Association meeting. I'll be eating there."

Momo's seen the Shinigami Men's Association. It's an excuse for officers to goof off.

"Okay. And what am I going to do for food after washing the laundry? It's going to be late when you finish."

Sousuke rolls his eyes. He doesn't even shut the door behind him when he fucks off.

It's times like these Momo wants to take his skin and put it through a wash cycle while he cries for help from their bed. See how he likes it.

Momo ought to, at least, lock the door behind him. He'll have to sleep on the engawa and explain to a passerby why that it. Briefly, it makes her smile thinking of it. My wife locked me out because I'm a piece of shit who dicks around while she scrubs my house clean. What a bitch, right?

It's pipe dreams. Even if someone catches him sleeping on the engawa, he'll make her look like a hysterical cunt.

---

He's home at three. Wakes her up to regale her with the fun he had while the Men's Association sang songs around a campfire.

Momo groans. "Honey, I need some sleep before we go into work."

He snorts. "You've slept for hours."

She really hasn't. There's maybe four hours under her belt. The bottoms of his socks took hours to whiten completely. Part of her was tempted to leave it, but picturing her husband in gray laundry just reminded her how bad his feet smell, and she couldn't bring herself to neglect it the way he's able to.

"I'm really tired, Sousuke, laundry took forever."

His face scrunches. "God, is it such a chore for you to listen to me?"

Momo wants to laugh, but knows it would start an argument she's much too tired for. "Fine. Go on."

She tries to sleep while he blathers, but he doesn't stop talking until the blue light of morning peeks through their window.

---

Sousuke takes a sick day. If Momo joins him, nothing will get done in the office, and he'll bitch about it for days like it wasn't something avoided easily enough by just having made dinner.

Nanao sometimes visits during lunch breaks. Momo thinks their friendship spawned of their mutually useless men. Her uncle can't even be bothered to wear socks or spit out poisonous reeds he chews on.

At least his feet don't smell as bad.

"Oh my god, you look exhausted."

Momo hums. "Sousuke was out late and woke me up when he came home. I couldn't go back to sleep."

"On a work night?" Nanao says while she scowls.

"It was a Men's Association gathering."

"Well, that's stupid," she says while unpacking bento. "I brought goodies, though, if you'd like to take a break."

The smell of soup and steak wafts to Momo and it makes her misty-eyed. When is she ever cared for? How long have she and Sousuke been married, and what has he done for her?

Momo wracks her brain while she and Nanao eat but can't think of a single chore he's done, or even a single thank you he's uttered.

---

All she wants to do is sleep when she comes home, but Sousuke has other plans.

"The irori is full," Sousuke says. Sure enough, the pot is laying on coals. "I have some paperwork to finish. Can you clean it out before dinner?"

Momo's teeth grind. "What's this paperwork?"

"November's budget."

"Wasn't that due yesterday?" she says.

"Yeah, but I was busy,"

"Busy goofing off with the Association members."

Sousuke scowls. "Can you just clean the fucking hearth?"

Her teeth grind. "Fine. Please run a bath for me."

"I told you, I have to do the budget."

"The budget that was due yesterday. Yesterday, which you spent hours goofing off during, instead of working."

"Will you stop nagging me?" he snaps. "Just clean the fucking irori."

Momo takes a deep breath. There's a beat of silence between them. "I'll clean it... please run me a bath so I can wash off when I finish."

"I just told you I'm fucking busy," Sousuke says.

Another beat of silence. "You can't take ten seconds to turn a fucking faucet?" she says.

"You can run it yourself. You're a big girl."

She curls her fists and utters a long groan. Her teeth grind. A headache radiates into her skull. "Indeed. I'm also a big girl who hasn't slept since three in the morning, am very tired, and would like a bath after cleaning the irori. I'm fairly certain your budget can be turned in twenty seconds later than it would be without you running a bath for me."

"What the fuck is this martyr act about? Seriously, you're behaving as if I've shot you."

"I don't know how to explain it anymore clearly than I have already!" she snaps. 

"You haven't explained shit, Momo!" he returns with equal vitriol. "You're blathering on about nonsense like I'm some fucking criminal. What the fuck is wrong with you tonight?"

Something inside Momo snaps like a dry twig.

"You fucked around last night instead of doing the budget, and now it's overdue, then you woke me up, chat for hours about how much fun you had procrastinating the budget so I've gotten no sleep, then you called off work because you fucked around too late to get any meaningful sleep before we're supposed to go to work, which left me to pick up your slack, and when I come home utterly exhausted, you can't even bother to turn a faucet for me while I get filthy cleaning out the motherfucking hearth. Is that fucking clear enough, Sousuke?"

His hands slam on his desk and he flies to his feet. It rattles Momo like he's going to hit her. "I don't have to fucking listen to this shit, Momo. I'm your superior officer and you will treat me with respect I'm owed."

"You're my husband! You asked me to marry you because you loved me!" Her scream is so shrill that she wonders if the windows will shatter in its wake. It would be nice to be validated. To have some fucking control. To turn Sousuke into a pin cushion of glass shards. Maybe then he'll listen. Maybe he'll tiptoe around her instead and give into her whims so she can fucking rest.

He spits on her instead.

The glob of saliva and mucus rolls down her cheek. It leaves a trail like a snail. She's stunned while he storms out. It's like there's a delay between her and reality. Like time decompresses. When it returns to normal, there's an explosion.

Momo throws her fist into the wall. It gives underway. She's bleeding and full of splinters when she frees herself but can't bring herself to give a flying fuck. Instead, she storms out like Sousuke, hearth be damned.

She needs a fucking drink.

She doesn't even know the name of the bar she storms into. Momo thinks she scares the bartender because he doesn't make a peep when she asks for a pitcher of beer, just places it in front of her a few moments later. She doesn't even use the provided glass and tips it into her open mouth instead. Some of it dribbles onto her collar but she doesn't fucking care because it doesn't even begin to wash down her outrage.

"Hinamori?"

Beer goes down the wrong tube when she hears her name. Izuru takes a seat like nothing happened. For a moment, his fair face has semblance to the wall she put her fist through, and her brain feeds her an image of his skull exploding around her right hook. It makes Momo want to throw up.

Izuru pats her back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"No, it's fine, I'm just a little absent-minded because I haven't slept well."

Momo hates that she's making excuses, that she's covering for her husband, but she isn't sure she has it in her to be told she's making mountain out of mole hills, even if it's by a dear friend.

"I can tell," he says. "Hey, Abarai and Hisagi are with me, why don't you drink with us? It's been awhile."

Momo kind of doesn't want to, but isn't able to concoct a reasonable excuse to decline, so she follows Izuru to their booth.

"Hey, it's been awhile," Shuuhei says while she slides into the booth next to Renji. "How's it going?"

"Fine," she fibs politely, then sips beer like she isn't a ravenous, vexed alcoholic.

Renji looks her over but he doesn't say anything. Momo wonders if he's clocked her exhaustion. He's always been good at reading people.

Shuuhei laughs. "Good to hear. We thought something was wrong when we saw you pounding your drink."

Momo groans. "It's fine. My husband and I just got into an argument and I wanted to blow off some steam."

"Makes sense," Renji replies. He reaches under the table and rubs her leg. It makes her head fall onto his shoulder. For now, she'll chalk it up to exhaustion.

"Marriage seems... hard," Izuru says.

"I can imagine so," Shuuhei says.

"It's just..." Momo trails off. She pinches her sinuses so she doesn't start bawling her eyes out. "I just don't get why he can't do simple things. Like, I was cleaning the irori when I asked him to run me a bath, but he threw a tantrum over it for some reason."

Part of her expects them to shrug it off, to call her hysterical, but Izuru says, "I don't understand why that would be a chore for him."

"Thank you," she says with wry laughter.

"Yeah, it's not hard," Renji agrees.

Momo takes another drink. "I'm sure all couples argue about chores." She hates herself more for bitching about him and then covering for him. It feels wishy washy. It feels like malicious lies.

"Sure, but... I don't know. It doesn't seem hard to just run a bath while you clean," Izuru replies.

It's times like these Momo wishes she married Izuru. It makes her sad she thought poorly of Izuru's intentions. For now, she'll chalk it up to exhaustion, like the day dream she has of being facedown in her pillow with Izuru's fist around her neck while he rails her slick pussy.

She laughs. "I thought so too. Alas, I'm the insane one asking for a simple favor."

"Why'd you even marry him?" Shuuhei asks. "He's unpleasant to be around as, like, a whole. He's pedantic."

"He was different not too long ago." Alas, this is her punishment for fucking her superior. Blow up the relationship and the squad blows up. Her career blows up. Everything blows up. The shrapnel will only go into her face, and he'll be unscathed, even if she screams about his incompetence from the rooftops.

Momo should've fucking married Izuru. He isn't an asshole even if he doesn't put his socks in the hamper.

---

In the lulls of her contributions to their conversation, Momo daydreams of each of them kissing her sore limbs and making love to her. Of being passed around them. She doesn't say anything even after taking her home around eleven. It's later than Momo would've liked but she didn't really want to escape their company after Izuru bought them a round of tequila shots. They took her home because she could hardly walk between exhaustion and intoxication.

Momo knows she passed out the second she covered herself in her quilt, but it's like she hasn't slept a wink when Sousuke shakes her awake and kisses her.

She's expecting an apology, but then he unties his obi. He's hard.

He's an asshole and expects her to fuck him at three in the morning when she's exhausted and angry. Somehow, his sobriety makes her even angrier, like this shit would be better if he was wasted.

Momo throws a right hook into the center of his face. Bones crunch under her fist, like the wall, and he squeals like a stuck pig.

"You wanna fuck after everything you said?" she screams in disbelief. "You can't even be bothered to fucking apologize?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Sousuke howls while he clutches his face. He's like a petulant child. It makes her cunt recede into her pelvis.

"What's wrong with me? It's four in the morning! I haven't slept hardly five hours since yesterday morning, but you wake me up after a huge fight when I'm utterly fucking exhausted to fuck me like you weren't a raging fucking asshole earlier!

Sousuke doesn't get a word in before Momo is on her feet and knees him. He's pushed into a fetal position, grunting and crying, and it's oil on fire.

"You're the most neglectful fucking asshole I know!" she screams. "You can't do anything! You're seriously a fucking baby and you expect me to fucking spoon feed you! If I wanted to marry an infant, I would've robbed a fucking cradle!"

Magic coils in her hands. Her rage is consistently underestimated, the same as her labor is unappreciated and unreciprocated. She could spend months cleaning his home-- his home, because it's not hers, its not theirs, she's just a maid-- without so much as a thank you or a finger lifted to help.

It coalesces as fire in her palms. It barrels into Sousuke's face and roasts his hair and his skin. The smell is acrid, but there's no air for him to scream. She can see him trying to but all it's doing is burning his insides. There isn't enough oxygen to scream, not when its eaten by fire.

Sousuke wheezes when the fire stops. Momo assumes his vocal chords are fried. It's pathetic and blissful. 

Momo recenters and sends fire to his crotch. She'll find better cock.

---

She's quite bedraggled and the floor is blackened once she finally finishes. Sousuke's top layers are charred to shit. The smell of burnt hair is long gone, and there's just the smell of seared meat now.

It makes her belly rumble.

There's the issue of the body, of course, and the most horrific epiphany occurs to her while her chest heaves.

He can't make dinner. Why can't she make him into dinner?

---

Momo sends a courier to Izuru, Renji, and Shuuhei inviting them over for dinner when she goes to work in the morning. She sliced Sousuke's buttocks and thighs into steaks, rubbed them with chilis and spices, and served them over potatoes, onions, and asparagus. There isn't a clean plate in the house before the night ends. They even help with the dishes.

#bleach #badship aihina #renshuukirahina #momo hinamori #sosuke aizen #izuru kira #renji abarai #shuhei hisagi #goretober 2023

[everythingpresley]

Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 5

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn

    ||     Word Count: 1,876

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A/N: Very short update! Sorrrry but I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you guys think, I love your comments!

Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 5

I exhaled, my eyes bouncing down to his lips. Gosh his lips were pouty, they looked like two fluffy little pillows. Slowly, Elvis bit his lips, inching slightly closer.

My eyes drifted back to his eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes like his before, so deep and blue it was like staring straight into the depths of the ocean.

My chest heaved, I couldn’t look away. This force of a man that I have worked for for almost a year is here, looking at me like he wanted to fuck my brains out and I couldn’t look away. Never did I think of Elvis other than my boss and dear friend. Working so closely with him allowed us to get closer as friends, I might even consider him as family.

My eyes fluttered closed, inching forward.

“Elvis!” A whiny voice from the hallway called “Come on!” It was the girl that was just giving him a blowjob. Holy shit I was about to kiss a man who was just getting a blowjob from another girl not 1 minute ago.

My eyes snapped open as did his and he quickly stepped back. He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. He was probably thinking what I was thinking. How the hell do we move on from this situation? We were clearly about to kiss.

“Okay I think the drinks are clearly getting to us.” I said, looking everywhere but at Elvis.

“Yeah.” He sighed “I have to go.”

“Yeah.” I replied, still leaning against the wall.

He turned and left but just as he was closing the door behind him, he still had his back towards me but turned his head slightly “Don’t ever bite your lip like that in front of me doll.” He said and shut and the door.

I am officially quitting in the morning.

It’s fine. It’s fine. I’ll wake up in the morning and I’ll see him and we’ll pretend like nothing happened. And we can go back to normal.

Safe to say I didn’t sleep a wink, and it was 11AM right now. I kept replaying everything in my head over and over again. Even though I wanted to believe that things were going to go back to how they were I couldn’t help but feel like he opened the door to new feelings. I wanted to kiss him. But maybe it was just the drinks playing with my mind. I was not thinking straight.

I was dreading going upstairs for lunch, I decided to skip breakfast because I wasn’t really hungry. I walked up the steps, hearing everyone buzzing around in the kitchen. Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I turned to go towards the kitchen when the girl from last night practically shoved her shoulder into mine. I looked at her, ready to apologize when she scoffed and threw her hair over her shoulder and continued walking towards the kitchen.

What crawled up her ass?

I walked into the kitchen, following closely behind her. Elvis, the mafia, Vernon and Dodger were already in there while Martha cooked lunch.

“Guys! Let Martha finish up. Everyone over to the dining room please!” I said loudly “Only Grandma Dodger can stay because she’s the only helpful one.” Dodger smiled at me, continuing to chop up some vegetables.

“You heard the woman!” Elvis said, smiling slightly when he saw me. Everyone shuffled out of the kitchen and headed towards the dining room.

I started taking the plates out of the cupboards to start setting up the dinning table. Elvis walked back into the kitchen and came to stand next to me.

“Let me help.” He said taking some of the plates from my hands.

“Elvis Presley wants to help set the table?” I gasped, teasingly.

“Hey! I help out!”

“Are you sure you’re my grandson?” Dodger said from where she was standing still cutting up vegetables.

I laughed at the look of mock hurt on Elvis’ face.

“Okay. What club is this? I need to disband whatever this is.” Elvis pointed at Dodger and I.

“It’s the Minnie and Jess club.” Dodger replied.

I smiled softly. I liked that we were able to brush whatever happened last night under the rug and just pretended like nothing happened. Good. I really didn’t want to acknowledge what happened. Even though nothing really happened but that rush I felt from being so close to him was happening again when he came to stand right next to me. I felt my right arm tingle slightly because he was standing so close. His arm almost brushing mine.

“Let’s see how helpful you are.” I said and placed the plates in his hands.

“I’ll show you both.” He replied “And then it will be the Minnie, Jess and Elvis club.”

I winced “Sorry we’re not looking for any recruits right now.”

“Okay! You two need to stop spending more time together!” He said, walking out of the kitchen to the dinning room. Dodger, Martha and I all laughed.

We ended up having to add more chairs to fit all of us on the dinning table. I started pulling some of the chairs from the kitchen.

“Why do we have to have the help eat with us?” The girl from last night said from her spot next to Elvis. I paused right as I was about to sit. I knew she meant me because I was the only one about to sit with them. Martha didn't eat with us usually.

“Excuse me?” Elvis said, mid bite, dropping his spoon back onto his plate.

“I just don’t think we should eat with the help.” She shrugged, I still didn't know her name.

“It’s fine. I can eat in the kitchen.” I replied when I noticed Elvis was getting agitated.

He clenched his jaw “No. Sit. Down. Jess.”

“Elvis. It’s fine, seriously.” I replied.

“It’s either me or her.” The girl said. I bit down my lip to stop my jaw from dropping. Who the hell does she think she is.

“Okay then. Leave.” Elvis replied and continued eating, not sparing her another glance.

She did a double take, looking at him with a shocked expression on her face.

I bit my lip harder to stop myself from bursting into laughter.

“Okay fine. She can sit with us.” She replied.

Elvis chuckled darkly “You do not disrespect my assistant and expect me to welcome you in my home. I hate ungrateful people who think they’re better than everyone.”

“Do you want me to say what happened last night?” She smirked.

Elvis dropped his spoon with a clank. He flared his nostrils and clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth “Do you want to be blacklisted in Hollywood doll?”

Multiple questions ran through my head.

She’s an actress?

Have I seen her in anything?

What happened last night?

She gulped visibly. Elvis was scary when he was mad. Never, ever, threaten Elvis or try to blackmail him.

“Jess. Sit. You. Leave.” Elvis said.

She nodded, quickly getting out of her seat and leaving the house.

“You didn’t have to do that.” I said softly, taking my seat. I was extremely grateful that he fought for me. It was sweet. “But thank you.” I smiled.

He looked up from his plate and smiled back gently, I could still see the storm of anger hidden behind his blue eyes.

A while later, everything was calm and it was back to the previous energy, completely forgetting about the girl and what happened.

“Jess, could you make me some of that yummy filter coffee? You’re the only one that makes really good coffee.” Joe Esposito said, smiling innocently.

“Don’t boss around my assistant.” Elvis said, we were all outside. Some were in the pool, some just had their feet dipped in. I had my feet dipped in, Elvis was lounging on the lounge chairs around the pool.

“Anything for you Joe.” I smiled, standing up.

“Hear that E? She said anything for me.” Joe grinned.

Elvis narrowed his eyes at him.

“Don’t act all jealous Elvis. You’re the only one I would wake up at 2 in the morning for to cook a burger.” 

“Yeah its because you have to. Not because you want to.” He grumbled, pouting like a little baby.

I laughed and walked to the kitchen to make coffee.

I went back out with a hot mug of coffee and a plate with peanut butter and banana sandwich for Elvis, he didn't ask for it but I knew he would love it. I handed the mug to Joe and walked over to Elvis.

I bent down and handed him the plate. He looked up from the book he was reading and grinned seeing the plate.

“Don’t pout, I would do anything for you regardless if I was your assistant.” I said, smiling softly because at this point I considered him as a dear friend. I really care about him.

His grin transformed to a soft, grateful smile. His eyes softening at my words.

“Thank you.” He said softly, taking the plate from my hands. His fingers brushed against mine, feeling little sparks shooting up from my hand to my arm. I pulled my hand back when I made sure he had the plate in his hand.

I went back to siting at the edge of the pool, dipping my feet into the cool water. A few seconds pass and Elvis appears next to me. He sits down, rolls his pants and dips his feet next to mine.

He passed the plate to me, giving me the other half of the sandwich to share with him.

I smiled and grabbed it.

“I don't say no to food.”

“I know doll.” He laughed.

Third POV - Last night

Elvis shuts Jess’ bedroom door and takes a deep breath. He ran his fingers through his fluffy hair, feeling all hot and bothered.

Elvis pulled the girl up the stairs by the hand.

“What’s your name doll?” He asked as he continued to pull her up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Alisha.” She replied, batting her eyelashes. She had already told him her name earlier but Elvis didn't care to remember. The girl was giving him a blowjob a second ago and he didn't even know her name.

Elvis slammed the door shut behind him, grabbing Alisha’s face and smashing his lips onto hers.

He moaned in her mouth, he practically threw Alisha on the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt hurriedly as she quickly shrugged off her dress. He unzipped his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers.

“So eager and ready.” He grinned when he saw that she was fully naked.

“So are you.” She smirked, throwing her hair over her shoulders.

“Shh.” He said, his blue eyes darkening in lust. He crawled on top of her and plunged right in.

She moaned.

He groaned, his eyes shut tightly. He needed this quick.

“Faster!” She gasped, against his lips.

“Don’t talk.” He growled. Her voice was ruining his imagination.

He bucks harder into her, his pace becomes more frenetic.

He moans “Jess!”

“What?” Alisha asked, panting and out of breath but got no response so she chose to ignore it and enjoy the moment. 

#elvis presley #elvis 2022 #austin butler elvis #austin!elvis x reader #elvis x reader #elvis songs #elvis x y/n #elvis x you #austin elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x you #elvis presley x y/n #austin!elvis fanfiction #austin butler #elvis presley x oc #elvis x oc

[sunflowerharrington]

Dominating Billy Hargrove

18+ minors, please DNI for your own sake

just the headcanons, kind of. it’s a mix of hc’s and then like actual paragraphs just because

warnings: billy hargrove, this is consensual, being tied down to a bed, overstimulation nation, angry billy, dom!gn!reader, slight mommy kink

taglist: dm, comment or message me to be added/removed <3 @xxlangdon @taecube @quickiesgirl @langdon-cumslut @wzrlds @sympathyforher

why does this man make me kick my legs like i’m at a teenage girl’s sleepover in a disney channel show or a katy perry music video

the answer is very simple:

there’s your answer ⇧

- okay so you gotta do this on a good day to pull it off

- and by a good day i mean when he’s calm

- “but when is he ever calm?” i’ve been asking myself the same question since season two, babes. so scratch what i just said

- tie his wrists and ankles tightly to the bed, because you know that mother fucker (literally, but let’s not remind ourselves about karen) will be able to break free in an instant if you don’t

- yes, to actually pull this off you have to wait until he’s in a deep sleep, and by the time he wakes up youll have tied him down but not too tight

- yeah it’ll be tight enough to mark his wrists a little but not to the point of cutting through his skin

- you had a thought of cuffing him down, but you only had two pairs and there was no way in hell you’d let yourself be caught by billy if you decided to ask someone for a lend of theirs (also totes not sneaking into a store and stealing them. totally not)

- once he wakes up he realizes instantly what you’ve done. and one of two things could happen:

- he could start threatening you

- or he could try to break free, which may result in a broken headboard — since you and him started your situationship that would be probably the fourth or fifth time realistically

- there’s no winning here

- his anger, like always, turned you on a LOT

- you crawl from the foot of the bed up to his hips, straddling his thighs as you played with his hair. something he hated you doing as it “destroyed his masculinity” a little

- he does however consent to this. consent is VERY important !!!

- you decide to overstimulate the heck out of him that night, covering his mouth each and every time you made him come, just to piss him off that little bit more

- “we don’t want poor little maxine hearing that her so-called alpha male brother is whimpering like a pathetic little sub right now, do we?” you would tease him, making him even more frustrated

- don’t even dare try to make him call you mommy

- i mean he probably would, but right now definitely not

- still tries to dominate you

- ✨fails✨

- whining mess after a while, but you love it deep down

- “just shut up and take what i’m giving you or so help me i’ll stop right now and just leave you here!” you’d unintentionally scream at him, slapping him hard in the face like he did to you so many times (during sex though, no matter how much of an asshole billy is he wouldn’t be physically abusive, he would never put his hand on his person)(yes he does beat up steve every waking day but he would never touch you like that)

- thrusts up into you, and even though you love it you won’t let it show. you don’t wanna give him that satisfaction

- will still, however, call you his princess (for all genders, or if you’re not comfortable with that then maybe sweets or toots or something ☺️)

- oh babes, that obviously gets you going because how could it not?

- he looks like he’s enjoying it but there’s still that anger in his eyes

- never takes his eyes off you once but that’s kind of canon now thanks to the fandom, i can’t thank you enough 💕 and that’s not me being sarcastic

- on a very good day he might even let you fuck/peg him ;) but that’s only if he’s in a really good mood slash desperate

- babes if you’re giving him head, deepthroat him (or as much as you can), it’ll drive him crazy that he can’t pull your hair and drive you exactly where he wants you

- tease the shit out of him, it’s probably one of the only times you’ll ever get to do this without being punished immediately

- almost whimpers your name as he comes and the satisfaction you feel during that moment is unmatched to anything you’ve ever felt before or will ever feel again

- after you both come down from your high and as soon as you untie him you have to run away like lightning, godspeed, as if you’re quicksilver on steroids, because you know you won’t be able to walk for a week

- you’re running as fast as you can but billy’s already caught you

- good luck trying to walk after that is all i can say

#okay this was really shit but idc #billy stranger things #billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things headcanons

[golbrocklovely]

it's been a minute since i posted one of these so..

here’s some of colby’s tweets from 2021.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

~~~~~~~~~~

Jan. 2 - thank you all so much i love you don’t forget

Jan. 6 - just got yelled at on my walk by a 93 year old grandma it was dope how’s your day goin

on another note , so sad to see what’s been happening today at the capitol .. this is ridiculous. i’m worried.

(the issue with this time period is that colby was getting a lot of heat for shit he shouldn't have been. so… some of these tweets are gonna trigger me, and this is one of them lmao)

Jan. 8 - seems like the older i get the more independent i become

*@/mikes_dead: seems like the older u get the more u forget to call me back headass sorry bb 🖤

don’t crave that personal life human affection like i used to i’m cool with being by myself

always feel like i’m living in a dreamy reality until i get caffeine. blurry vision blurry mind

Jan. 9 - learned how to drive manual for the first then drifted that car today i’m surprised i didn’t kill anyone

you in January

Jan. 12 - fan: hi i love yOu…@/ColbyBrock

hiii i love you

fan: It’s my 2,000 day supporting Sam and colby. That’s fucking insnae man. Mental. I love you 2. Always and forever thank you for being such huge parts in my life @/SamGolbach @/ColbyBrock @/SamandColby

thank you for being a part of our life journey 🙏🏼🖤

Jan. 14 - time to conquer my anxiety

Jan. 16 - tonight , two years ago i was sleeping in a little jail cell wondering how long i’d be in there without Sam. life is fuckin crazy hahah, freedom is a gift

fan: i cant believe that most of the fandom slept on the floor when @/SamandColby 2 years when they got arrested #FreeSamAndColby

the best fans in the world

Jan. 18 - oh how time can heal and change everything

fan: no fr he’s been working so hard and you can really tell. proud of you @/ColbyBrock

thank you darlin

Jan. 19 - my fear won’t be something that i let control the way i live

Jan. 20 - fan: colby ur tweets r always so deep

twitters my personal little mind dump

(wish this was still the case… but i get why he is barely on there)

Jan. 22 - it’s underwater shipwreck dive today

feels good to feel proud of myself

Jan. 24 - fan: @/ColbyBrock can you teach me your ways of being okay with being single bc i’m tired of asshole guys fucking around with my feelings

one day you’ll learn that the only happiness you need comes from within, once you’ve learned to really enjoy youre own company you don’t need anyone else! practice makes perfect 🖤

Jan. 25 - why do i push away everyone who tries to get me to open up?

(what a juxtaposition lol)

Jan. 28 - crows are honestly just death metal chickens

Jan. 30 - don’t wanna jinx this like last time but XPLR gods have definitely been on our side recently again … Alaska has been an adventure of a lifetime

Feb. 1 - don’t let anyone tell you who YOU are and how to think

fan: Currently listening to We Love Our Friends @/SamGolbach @/ColbyBrock @/SamandColby

a bop

Feb. 2 - fan: Thinking about @/ColbyBrock hours

💭🖤

*fan: @/ColbyBrock u should get a tongue piercingggg

*ouchh

fan: As part of 25x25 @/ColbyBrock needs to come out with music

🤫😏

(he needs to come out with more music asap)

*fan: @/ColbyBrock u said no to the tongue piercing what about u getting a nipple piercing??

ouchhh

(what's with fans wanting him to get random parts of his body pierced lmao)

wake me up after valentine’s day

Feb. 4 - what’s one thing you wanna do before you die ?

Feb. 7 - my dream is to show you the beauty in life .. no matter how hard it can get

really opened up on my ongoing experience with anxiety in today’s video , i hope it resonates with some of you. we’re not alone

Feb. 8 - fan: bro @/ColbyBrock do you always get your tats in the early hours of the morning??

yes hahah

just gettin started on this sleeve. lots of work to do

Feb. 10 - fan: @/ColbyBrock I need some advice for anxiety lately my anxiety is playing up and I keeps having anxiety/panics attacks and idk how to calm my self the best thing I can do so far is watch ur vids but still sometimes I just can’t hold it in do u have any advice

box method breathing really helps.. soft music.. meditation. anything that can relax the mind. usually it stems from overthinking so if you can somehow distract yourself with an activity of some sort that could help too 🖤

i’m so emotional sometimes and for what

Feb. 13 - so who’s down to hangout tomorrow

fan: i could really use a hug from @/ColbyBrock rn /: sigh i miss him sm

🖤 sending virtual hugs

fan: Hey Colby … just checking in…. are you okay? Taking care of yourself? @/ColbyBrock

thank you for being so sweet i love you. yes i’m okay i have my good and bad days

Feb. 17 - sang for the first time on camera yesterday

Feb. 20 - this pill that i don’t wanna taste

fan: Are you okay??? Or one of your song lyrics

song lyrics .. probably should have explained that a lil more. it’s not a literal thing i promise hahah

Feb. 22 - damn i miss the big trap house parties we use to throw at our old place. 500 people plus in our living room.. David dobrik always comin in randomly with flame throwers hahah legendary times

Feb. 24 - i was so happy in my dream last night .. felt so real.

simply a wonderful sight to see

Feb. 28 - Dear @/ColbyBrock I would REALLY REALLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU DYED YOUR HAIR BACK TO BROWN I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT

my purple is pretty much out ! so it’ll be all the way brown soon

fan: Apparently the guys are in Las Vegas and Las Vegas is probably like oh no not these guys again. @/ColbyBrock don't go for a midnight stroll and almost get mugged or kick a cactus this time

palm springs was when the mugging and cactus assault happened hahah but we will do our best to stay outta trouble .. maybe

March 2 - i feel like i don’t fit in with that many people in LA

@/jccaylen: let’s move to Texas.

looking for houses now

March 6 - take a chance with me

head down, headphones in

March 8 - happy #InternationalWomensDay , women are fuckin powerful, thank you for all that you do

(another triggering tweet sksks)

March 10 - maybe i just knew i had to wait for you

March 15 - fan: I just know deep in my soul @ColbyBrock had an angsty sad boi tumblr back in the day and I just wanna scroll thru it. Sir pls hand me the link thx :)

i wish i had tumblr. but wasn’t in to social media until i was like 18. only had a facebook until 2014

(….interesting lol)

fan: @/ColbyBrock do u have any advice on keeping productive on something even though it isn’t ur favourite thing to do but u need to get it done

set goals and make sure you do things in little pieces. if you don’t like something you’re doing just make sure you’re getting it done in the way YOU want to. take it day by day instead of procrastinating and doing it last minute

fan: y r u awake @/colbybrock

same reason you are

March 16 - things change, people change. but in the end i’ll always wish the best for my friends

March 17 - i can’t help but feel this way

March 18 - fan: How can you get through a break up

time. i know that’s a cliche answer. but seriously. distract your mind for a while and you’ll get over it i promise

fan: @/ColbyBrock how often do you not sleep at night because your mind is too loud?

i sleep terribly most nights. i have this weird insomnia that forces me to be up at 3am daily

are any of you hard on yourself for no reason? cause holy shit that’s me daily

fan: Better at picking others up than picking myself up

feel this so hard

fan: please call me sweetheart its my dream deadass

sweeeeeetheart 🖤

fan: @/ColbyBrock what’s your best advice to give to a teen who’s gonna turn 17 next week ? like any tips or tricks you wanna hand down bc i need help

so assuming you’re in highschool, just know that you might think your social circle means the world to you right now .. but everything can change (if you let it) after you graduate. life changes so much after graduation! focus on making good relationships and having fun :)

fan: @/ColbyBrock what’s the first thing you’ll do after all this covid stuff is over?

throw a real trap house party

March 25 - i am becoming a hummingbird father.

@/amberscholl: idk why but this is a VERY hot tweet

can’t wait to show you what i’ve been doing 😈

March 27 - just don’t have the time anymore

March 29 - friday by rebecca black is my anthem

March 30 - should i curl my hair for a youtube video

#colby brock #personal #cb tweets #text

[sylvanfreckles]

No. 25: "Shouldn't You Be Happy"

Part 25 of Deck the Hells

Fandom: Critical Role Rating: G Warnings: none

Summary: When Orym's sleep is disturbed by a nightmare about his husband's death, his friends rally around him to offer their support. (Read on AO3)

...

Orym snapped awake, breathing heavily in the silence of the night. He’d never been one to thrash around or cry out during a nightmare, and this time had been no different. He dug the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to shut out the fading images of his dream. That awful day, six years ago…the sun high above Zephrah, the youthful splendor of the Tempest, Will at his side as they stood watch over her. Then the attack. Shadows striking without mercy. Finding Will’s body among the slain, but when he rolled his husband over he found Dorian’s face.

He slowly sat up, studying the faces of his sleeping companions. They were here, alive and safe, camping under the wide night sky of the highlands.

“Everything okay?” Ashton whispered from their place near the fire, where they’d been keeping watch.

“I’m fine,” he whispered back.

Ashton stared at him for a long moment. “It’s just you and me now, man. Come on.”

Slowly, hesitantly, Orym shuffled over to sit on log next to Ashton. “I dream about that day, sometimes.”

“When your family…?”

“Yeah.”

Ashton blew out a breath. “That fucking sucks.”

Orym tried to laugh, but his chest was too tight. “Yeah. Yeah, it does.”

He didn’t mention the part with Dorian. The past was complicated enough, no reason to muddle it with anything else. And it wasn’t like there was something there, not really. Things were…complicated.

“Anyway, it was a long time ago,” he added lamely, staring into the fire.

Ashton hummed. “I don’t think it works like that,” they said, after a few seconds had passed. “I mean, it’s never worked like that for me, and I don’t think I’m that different.”

“It’s been six years,” Orym whispered, voice on the edge of breaking. “Shouldn’t I…I don’t know.”

“What? Shouldn’t you be happy?” Ashton snorted. “I might be the wrong guy to ask about that.”

“Maybe no happy, but…used to it?” He risked a glance at Ashton, making eye contact with them.

Ashton studied for a long moment, then sighed loudly and held out an arm toward him. “Come on,” they said, gesturing with their fingers.

Orym raised his eyebrows. “Are you gonna hit me?”

“No, you’re not an asshole,” Ashton shook their head. “Look, I know I’m not really a hug guy…but you obviously are, so come here.”

He almost resisted, but there was a lonely ache deep in his soul that needed the physical comfort. He shuffled sideways along the log until Ashton could loop their arm around his shoulders and tug him against their side.

“There ya go,” Ashton murmured.

Orym hesitated. “Can I…?”

“Go for it.” He gently wrapped his arms around Ashton’s chest, mindful not to hold too tight. Ashton patted his shoulder, holding him close. “Better?”

Orym nodded.

“Pff! You call that a hug?” On the other side of the fire, Chetney was standing with his arms crossed, glowering at them.

“Did I wake you up?” Orym whispered, pulling away from Ashton.

“Never mind that,” Chetney declared in a stage whisper. He marched around the fire to stand in front of Orym with his arms out. “Let me show you how a real man hugs someone.”

Well, he certainly wasn’t going to say no to a second hug. Orym stood up and let Chetney pull him into his arms. He wasn’t entirely used to hugging someone close to his size. It was kind of nice.

“Thanks, Chet. This is—whoa!”

Halfway through the hug, Chetney shifted, and Orym found himself crushed against a furry werewolf chest.

“This is what we call a wolf hug,” Chetney growled in his ear. “Better than a bear hug.”

Orym laughed at that. He wrapped his arms around Chetney as far as they could go and held on tight, as the werewolf nearly squeezed the breath out of him.

“Oh, are we hugging Orym?” Fearne had come up to stand at Chetney’s elbow.

“Fearne,” Orym gasped. “Did I—”

“Sure,” Chetney replied, cutting off Orym’s question. He turned Orym around and handed him down to the faun, who gracefully knelt with her arms around Orym.

“Sorry, Fearnie,” Orym whispered in her ear.

“I was gonna take next watch anyway,” she replied, giving him an extra squeeze. “Just wake me up next time, okay?”

“Ooh, are we having a party?” Laudna asked, creeping up to Fearne’s shoulder.

“Yes,” Fearne replied. “It’s a very special party where we all give Orym a hug.”

“Why, that sounds delightful!” Laudna wrapped her arms around Fearne’s shoulders, sandwiching Orym between them. “The best thing about giving a hug is that you get one back. Well, unless the person you’re hugging is all ‘ugh, hag, go away’, then you kind of miss out.”

“I didn’t mean to wake everyone up,” Orym mumbled, face squished into Fearne’s shoulder.

“I think it was Chetney that woke us up,” Imogen commented dryly. She waited for Fearne and Laudna to let go before pulling Orym into another hug. “I’m sorry about your dreams,” she whispered in his ear.

His hands tightened in the back of her shirt. “You see them?”

“Little bits, now and then. Just enough to know they must hurt.”

He nodded, and she pushed him away to give him a sympathetic smile. “FCG? Have you ever given someone a hug before?” she called.

“Of course he has,” Fearne replied. “He hugged the Changebringer.”

“Fearne, that was just a beetle.”

“Well, one woman’s beetle is another woman’s goddess.”

“I’ll give it a shot,” Fresh Cut Grass said, interjecting before the conversation could get too out of hand. It was awkward, cold, and stiff, but it still brought a smile to Orym’s face.

“Thanks, Letters,” he said as he pulled back.

“Is that everyone?” Imogen asked.

“Not quite,” Chetney grumbled. “Hey! Blue boy!” he kicked Dorian’s leg.

Orym wanted to protest—if Dorian had slept through everything this far, maybe he deserved to stay asleep. Besides, he’d put his friends through enough of an inconvenience tonight.

But it was too late. Dorian was already stirring under Chetney’s less-than-gentle attentions.

“Chet?” Dorian blinked, rubbing his eyes, staring at the rest of the group. They were probably a strange sight, gathered around the fire like this in the middle of the night. “What’s wrong?”

“Orym needs a hug.”

“No, that’s not…” Orym began, but Imogen was already pushing him toward Dorian. “I’m okay, this is all a little much.”

Dorian had sat up and was staring at him down, eyes narrowed. “Orym?”

Ears burning, mindful of everyone staring at them, Orym nodded. Dorian’s eyes widened, and he rolled up to his knees and pulled Orym close.

“You’re all right now,” he murmured, resting one hand on the back of Orym’s head. “It was just a dream.”

Orym closed his eyes, tucking his forehead against Dorian’s neck. He fought back against the memory of his dream, of looking for Will’s body only to find Dorian’s. “I’m okay,” he muttered. “Just a rough night.” He was acutely aware of everyone watching them and felt his face heating up in a blush.

“All right, people,” Ashton announced, clapping their hands. “Who’s got next watch? I’m fucking exhausted.”

That set the others to discussing watches and settling back down in their own bedrolls. Dorian didn’t let go, and when the camp finally quieted again, he tugged Orym down with him.

“You’re all right,” he repeated, tucking Orym’s head under his chin. “Get some rest. I’ll look after you.”

#whumpcember2022 #whumpcember2022 day25 #you should be happy #critical role #campaign 3 #bells hells #fanfic #fanfiction #angst and fluff #orym needs a hug #orym gets a hug #actually he gets seven hugs #orym of the air ashari #ashton greymoore #chetney pock o'pea #fearne calloway #laudna #imogen temult #fresh cut grass #dorian storm #they're both pining like jane austen heroines okay

[pintsizemama]

Grinch

Day 17

Green Velvet Chair ‘verse

Welcome to the 2022 Christmas Writing Challenge!

Summary: Ezra reads to you in bed.

Pairings: Ezra x Reader, Ezra x You

Fandom: Prospect

Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 523

Warnings: kissing, references to sex…let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: This is a continuation of The Green Velvet Chair.

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You woke slowly, your grip on sleep not willing to let you go. You snuggled deeper into the pillow and luxurious blankets. You sighed with contentment as you began to rise into consciousness. Ezra had the most incredibly soft, comfortable bed.

“Rise and shine, little bird,” Ezra said softly from his place beside you.

“No,” moaned sleepily. “I’m too comfy. Don’t wanna wake up.” Ezra chuckled and snuggled down next to you. He pulled you into his strong embrace.

“I know, my darling,” he whispered into your hair, “but the sun has roused from its slumber, and so shall you.”

“No,” you protested grumpily. Ezra chuckled once more.

“Would it be pleasing if I read to you for a parcel of time?” He suggested. “To allow you to…acclimate to your waking state and accept Aurora’s sweet embrace?”

“Aurora?” You asked and squinted one eye open.

“The Roman goddess of dawn, birdie,” he explained.

“It’s too early for me to learn things,” you groaned.

“Well, then I best make my literary selection less pedantic and more elementary.”

“Sure,” you grumbled. You did love to listen to him read. His voice was deep and intoxicating. It was your second favorite way to greet the day. Your first favorite was with him between your thighs. He shifted out of the bed and returned a few moments later. He stretched his legs out on top of the covers and sat with his back against the headboard.

“Every Who down in Who-ville liked Christmas a lot,” he began to read.

“The Grinch?” You poked your head over the comforter to eye him. “Really? When you said elementary, I didn’t think you meant literally.”

“I can read the Night Before Christmas if you prefer?” He offered.

“That’s for Christmas Eve,” you whispered in horror. How could he even think of reading it before then?

“Well, then the Grinch it is, little bird,” Ezra said and returned to reading. You settled back and listened to his beautiful voice read the famous words of Dr. Seuss. You had always loved this book. You couldn’t help but tear up whenever his heart grew.

“And he…HE HIMSELF!…The Grinch carved the roast beast,” Ezra finished and closed the book.

“Mmm, thank you,” you murmured. “You read that beautifully, Ezra.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” he said with a smile. You sat up and kissed him softly. You had no idea the day you met him—and fucked him in that green velvet chair—how much this man would come to mean to you.

“I’m wide awake and ready for the day,” you said against his lips.

“Perhaps we can linger in the luxury of this bed for a bit longer,” he said and kissed you again. He pushed you onto your back and hovered over you. “Mmm…I do believe I require a taste of your sweet nectar this morning.”

“Oh my God!” You laughed. “Don’t call it nectar!”

“But it is sweet and truly a taste of heaven,” he said as he kissed your neck. “Lose yourself in rapture with me, little bird.”

“Ok,” you whispered and kissed him deeply.

Day 18

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[softlesbiansnek]

Why do you make it hard for me to hate you? (Addendum)

Inspired by Why do you make it hard for me to hate you? by thelatenightsmutshow (orphan_account). please read first chapters here as this is an adopted fic! Just continuing the original work since abandoned.

Why do you make it hard for me to hate you? (Addendum) on AO3

Pairing: Narcissa Black Malfoy/Reader

Rating: Explicit/18+

Fandom: Harry Potter

Words: 2,938

Summary:

Your birthday ended but your night did not. You're trying to avoid Narcissa but there is no escaping her and her family when it was down to your decision of ultimately agreeing to marry their son or not. Until then you'll keep running into Narcissa Black Malfoy in more ways than one.

Chapter 1: After party impromptu rendezvous

Hermione has been shooting me weird glances ever since I entered my room. Still reeling from the kiss me and Narcissa shared earlier, I could feel her eyes just boring holes in my face.

"Something is bothering you," Hermione says, keeping her eyes glued to the television in my room. "And do not act like it is nothing. You can lie all you want Peterson but you cannot lie to me."

I stood up huffing. "It's all just so confusing!"

"Woah, slow down and tell me what's confusing." She says holding my hand and running her thumb over my fingers.

The tears in my eyes are threatening to fall, looking and up and sighing. "Everything. It's just so fucked up. We're leaving tomorrow and all my parents could think about is my arranged marriage to Draco."

Hermione just kept listening, tucking my hair behind my ear, holding my hand, and making her presence known.

Seconds turned into minutes of silence with us just sitting together, the movie just blaring on the tv screen. Eventually, the knock on my door came and it was my mother, saying that I need to come back down to wish the Malfoys goodnight. I was dreading seeing Narcissa again.

Narcissa's POV

I kissed her. That was the thought that was running through my head after she stormed out. I was too stunned to run after her, or afraid? Either or both, it didn't make such a difference when I kissed the bride-to-be of my son. She tasted of whiskey and muggle cigarettes, so foreign but yet so familiar.

Looking around at the brightly lit room, I decided it was time to get back to my family.

Lucius was in deep conversation with the Peterson patriarch, as my son is just huddled by the fireplace, looking so out of place in such an elegant home so closely like ours.

She came bounding by with her mother, to wish us goodnight and a thank you for the party. She sounded so sincere, I just looked at her with awe. I would never admit that it stung quite a bit when she looked at everyone except me.

I wouldn't blame the young Peterson, I had sprung that kiss on her. Perhaps we would have another chance at speaking before she leaves for Hogwarts.

So off we went to the room that was offered to us. Lucius had said that he needed to go back to Malfoy Manor, but we are welcome to stay over if we wanted to. Draco said he was staying, a sort of apology to her for hurting her back then. So I opted to stay too, masking the compulsion to stay close to this young lady as wanting to be near my boy.

The room that the Petersons have given me for the night has been more than ample to house five guests, but instead, it is just me in bed. I couldn't shake the thought of that kiss we shared earlier. Deciding on my better judgment, I slipped into my coat to ease my mind by looking at the scenery.

Mc's POV

Hermione was fast asleep on the bed. I know I should be sleeping too but I can't. Deciding that it was too late to wake her, I would just wander around and let my feet carry me somewhere else.

I walk around my mother's garden, hoping for some reprieve from my thoughts. Okay, thought, singular. Mainly Narcissa, of all things. I walk to the isolated gazebo, away from the eyes and ears of the people inside my home. Some solace would do me good. I sigh, looking at the dark sky and back to the flowers my mother had planted by hand. Looking for some inspiration for when I get back to my art studio. But my mind always comes back to that sketch I did of Narcissa.

I sat on the bench just basking in the silence of my surroundings, the night sky is so clear. Unlike my head, filled with images of Narcissa. Breaking from my daydream I see a figure move from behind the hedges. It was far enough in the dark for me not to see, so doing the only thing that my mind can focus on right now, I investigate.

I didn't see the figure again until I was deep in the wooded area of our land, the figure just moved out of my line of sight. So, naturally, I followed.

The initial shock at the personality of the figure didn't wear off until she had a hand on my cheek and was looking at me with deep concern.

"What are you doing out here so late?" She said, her cerulean orbs just glistening in the moonlight. "Without a coat? What if you get sick?!" She exclaims.

I shifted away from her gaze. "I should ask you the same thing, Mrs. Malfoy. As I recall this is my home. I can wander around as I please." I say to her, turning my back to her defiantly.

"It's Narcissa to you. And yes, I realize this is your home but you are out here all alone without a coat!" She explains, tugging at my arm. I just felt a robe draped onto my shoulders. Turning back to face her was a bad idea.

She was wearing a dark green lace negligee that was a few inches above her knee, with ample bosom just hidden behind a thin strip of lace. I cough hard and turn my back once more, trying to mask the blood rushing to my face.

"Thank you, Mrs Malfoy," I say, my voice strained it was foreign to me as well.

"Narcissa." She corrected me once more in an icy tone. Her reputation as an ice queen sure is true, but her warmer side is much more culled.

My resolve was as fleeting as I speak. "Thank you, Narcissa. But you need it more, seeing as. Well, you know..."

She scoffs, "Because I am what dear? Scantly dressed in front of a younger woman I like?"

She's going to be the death of me.

"Not so much for words now are we dear?" She says in a patronizing tone. "Go ahead dear, don't hold your tongue. I seem to remember the fact that you think you could fight with a Black sister, go on right ahead dear."

That was the last straw. I turn facing her, now my cheeks burning not from blushing but straight up anger. "You know what, Narcissa?" I halt my speech.

"What darling?" She asks raising an eyebrow. "What? Not speaking again? However will I-"

The anger inside of me turned into something else, as I kissed her with everything. Pushing her back to the trunk of the oak tree behind us. I caught her off guard.

To my surprise, she was kissing me back. Okay not surprised as when we kissed in my art studio but now, yes surprised. She smelled of spirits, cigarettes, and perfume. A little too intoxicating for me. So I was surprised by myself when I swiped my tongue at her bottom lip and was immediately granted access.

The kiss wasn't like the one earlier, this one was rough, teeth clashed, and I'm pretty sure I drew some blood when I bit her.

Feeling a little bolder, I let my hands roam on her exposed skin. My lips never leave hers, as I swallow the noises she makes.

I part from her for air, as I glance at my handiwork. Narcissa's lips kiss swollen, her negligee askew showing off a little bit more cleavage, the hem of her night dress ridding up her thigh. I would've stopped right then and there had I listened to the voice in my head saying this was a bad idea. I should hate her, her husband, her son.

But I was going in for another kiss.

Narcissa's POV

I think I have spurred on this young woman too much. Not that I should be ashamed, but now that we are making out behind this oak tree, I think I may have overdone it.

Her little outburst on giving me a piece of her mind had turned out to full-on assaulting me with her lips. Not that I don't mind but she's my son's betrothed, if she chooses to be. But the thought of her and Draco has been pushed out of my mind with her lips on my neck, nipping and sucking on my flesh.

I am fully aware of the fact that we are outside of her home, albeit deep in the wooded area, but still very much outside.

She made her way down my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses, still nipping at my skin. Leaving red angry marks, for an eighteen-year-old she is relentless and knows what she's doing. It might have something to do with the book she was reading at Flourish and Blotts.

I was jolted back into reality when the cool air hit my exposed breasts, nipples perking up as she tentatively runs her fingers on them.

"Tell me to stop, Narcissa." She musters, her voice barely a whisper. Her lips ghosted mine while she continues her ministrations. "Tell me to go back to my room, to go try to sleep and not think of you. Tell me to not picture your skin on mine, tell me to not slip my hands between my legs and think it's yours."

Her face was vacant of any other emotion, just pure want.

"Do not." I speak, "Do not do any of those my dear." I pulled her closer, my skin tingling from her touch.

MC's POV

"Do not do any of those my dear." She says as she pulled me closer.

I looked into her eyes, they were the brightest blue you could imagine, but as of the moment, it was the darkest shade of blue you could think of.

We continue our little impromptu rendezvous with her leg wrapped around my hip, as we make out in the woods. Her tall slender frame seems to fit mine, as I try to explore every bit of her exposed skin.

Her neck, her chest, and her breasts have all gotten the attention they deserve. I could feel her warmth radiating from her skin as her negligee slips lower and lower down her body.

'What am I doing?" that little voice in my head keeps repeating as I pop a nipple in my mouth.

I had to put a hand on her mouth due to the noises she was making, sure we're far enough from the manor but, at any moment the groundskeeper could investigate if they were to hear her.

I had to shush her into silence, halting what I was doing in the process. "Mr. Jacobs would circle us like a hawk if he hears us."

"Then you should've thought twice dear, before taking me right here right now." She said smirking at me condescendingly. "But please, don't let me being loud stop you from.. doing what you're doing." She motions to my hand on her breast.

I groan, blood returning to my cheeks at her words. I wanted to say something but that smirk. I want to wipe it off her face.

She scoffs as if reading my thoughts. "Darling, use your words. It's impolite to have a lady beneath you half naked and you say nothing."

I want to bury myself in the woods with what she was doing to me. She's making me angry and hot all over! "You Black sisters always have to get the last word huh?" I say pushing her farther into the tree.

"Oh my. Mind your temper dear." Her voice was sweet but her eyes were stern. "Now be a good girl and finish me?"

I almost choked on my spit.

I have never been with an older woman, so hearing her curse under her breath and her moans must mean I'm doing alright. She's almost completely naked, her negligee on the ground, my mouth on her breast, while she still has me wrapped in her leg. The only thing she has on was a matching dark green thong.

Her two-toned hair was in a mess, parted lips as she pulls me closer to suck on her nipples. I could feel her arousal pooling on my pajamas. But the laundry be damned, I'm too deep into her now.

My hands wandered more, leaving the warmth of her hips now covered in half-moon marks from my nails, finding their way to her core.

I look at her for approval, tentatively touching her through the fabric that was the only thing in the way of me fully exploring her. She lifted my face from her breast and kissed me, taking that as a sign to pursue the path I set on.

I shifted the fabric to the side, exposing her finally to my digits. Her warm release was all I could feel as I ran my fingers up and down her folds. Her moans turned into huffs of air, as I felt my way in her.

"You're so wet, Narcissa." I blurt out, collecting her juices on my fingers.

Her huffs turned into small sharp inhales, as I get past her folds once more. Her eyes rolled back into her head when I came across that sensitive bundle of nerves, starting slow but gradually working out a rhythm.

That was what was said in the book I read, I guess it is paying off right now.

Her breathing became shallow and frantic, her fingers are now tangled in my hair. Tugging whenever I swirl around her clit.

"More, darling." She manages between the moans and her shallow breathing. "I need you inside me."

Obliging her request I gather her juices and prepare to enter her. "Are you sure?" I ask.

She kissed me once more, encouraging me as I enter her slowly. She arched her back when I was fully inside her. I could feel her walls squeezing my fingers, but her slickness made it easy to move.

"Tell me when you're close okay?" I say to her, pumping my fingers in and out of her slowly.

She nods and tugs at my hair. "You're doing so good darling." She says as she tilts her head back. "Just like that, darling." she coos again.

To say that this spurred me on even more was an understatement, now all I want to do was get those praises from her.

The only thing that you usually hear in the woods is the sound of the crickets and the hooting of the owls. But right now all I can hear is Narcissa moaning and the slapping of my hand and her cunt.

I never knew that the Malfoy matriarch knows several languages because once I felt her walls squeeze further the barrage of different languages seemed to flow as easily as her juices on my hand. I caught a few curses here and there, nothing like having friends from all over the world attend Hogwarts and the first thing they teach you are the curse words.

Narcissa pulled me closer as if my body was miles away from her, one hand tangled in my hair and one hand scratching down my back. Thank god I was still in my pajamas, but that wouldn't save me from having angry red scratches come morning.

Her fervent cursing, stopped when I kissed her again, swallowing whatever curse words were about to leave her lips. I stepped closer, using the tree as support, placing a hand on the trunk, I lift my thigh to her center for leverage. That seemed to have made the moaning louder. Like, imagine Myrtle in the girl's bathroom but with less wailing and more curses and praise.

I must admit, she looks beautiful in her robes during the party, but as of the moment, this is a sight I am just beholding now. A thin veil of sweat on her skin, her eyes as dark as the sky above, and the sounds she was making. Dear lord.

A few more strokes inside her were indeed needed for her to cum. Her chest heaving, her eyes glossy, and her juices coating my hand and the pajama bottoms I was wearing.

"Such a good girl." She coos as she kissed me. I gently pull out of her, and if I was being honest. I miss the feeling of being inside of her. "Such a good girl, darling. Thank you." She smiles at me.

"I-wow." I deadpan.

"Looks like your reading has paid off, dear." She says lightly chuckling.

I blush hard again, she knows how to push my buttons. She mentions getting back to her room. "You're welcome to join me if you want some reprieve for your little situation over here." She says gently touching my inner thigh.

She tuts, "You've been very naughty, little darling. Be a dear and hand me my nightgown. It is getting awfully chilly."

I do as told and hand her clothes back to her, once she's fully dressed once more she walks back in the direction of the manor. "And don't think for one second that you're staying out here dear. If you cannot sleep then might as well keep me company," she called as she kept walking. "Come along now."

I follow shortly after contemplating, inside might be more safe than being out in the woods for the werewolves to find. Besides I need to talk to Narcissa about what just happened.

"I'm definitely crushing on Narcissa Malfoy" I thought to myself.

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𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰

TK x gn!Reader (Did try to make the genitals as neutral as I could)

Word count: 1.3k

TW and CW: Smut, PIV sex, fingering, pet names. No use of Y/N (I’m sorry I just don’t prefer using it 😭I replace it with a lot of nicknames and pet names instead) MINORS DNI!!! This fandom should be 18+ only anyways

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Summary: Nothing is better than a quick fuck in the morning before you start your day.

A/N: Phew, haven’t posted a fanfic on this for a while now, I’ve only been updating a MadCom series I’m writing which is only available on my AO3. This is my first y0ur b0yfriend fanfic I am writing. I am basing TK on fanart that I’ve seen on twitter (AMAB TK). Here’s some food for you. Some fan art inspo here and here.

Dearly beloved,

If this love only exist in my dreams,

don’t wake me up.

Every so often, you made it a routine to clean your bed sheets and comforters just like any other normal person would do. It was a big task, pulling the heavy sheet, dumping it in the washing machine and hanging it on the washing line for it to thoroughly dry before use. Doing it often can be exhausting but the results were always worth it.

Waking up to that familiar fresh smell of the fabric conditioner would always be the perfect start to your day. Adding to the list of perfect mornings was feeling your partner's arm enveloping you in their sleep while radiating their warmth. Both of these combined were everything and more.

You turned your body so you were now facing TK; watching as they inhaled, chest rising and falling and listening to their soft snores in deep slumber. Their hair was tied but it was still messy from sleep. You ran your hand over their bare chest, lightly tracing the bite marks that were imprinted on their skin with your own marks on you to match - a visual evidence of your intimate love for each other.

Shortly after, they stirred as they gradually opened their eyes. “Morning, love,” TK’s morning voice vibrated through their embrace and gave you a sleepy smile.

“Good morning,” Their hand ran through your hair while lightly scratching your scalp. You relaxed in their touch, sighing from their gentleness. It was enough to lull you back to sleep if they didn’t abruptly stop their movement after they noticed the time on the nightstand clock. “Come on, let’s get up,”

Oh right, we still have to go to work.

Their arms slowly loosened from you as they shifted their form away from you. Just when they were about to get up, you immediately grasped their arm, stopping them from moving anymore.

“Don’t leave me. 5 more minutes in bed, please?” you pouted.

“We’re gonna be late for work if we stay longer in bed, darling,”

“Let’s make it later then,” you flashed a mischievous grin. You were already tugging their arm, signalling them to return come back to bed. They could never refuse a few extra minutes of cuddles, just feeling that skin to skin body warmth was just too irresistible to refuse. What’s even better was you both were still bare from the night before. They gave in and laid back down beside you, wrapping their arms around you again.

You shuffled closer and wrapped your outer leg around theirs. Not too much time passed until you found TK’s eyes were closed and relaxed. You kept your eyes locked on their expression. You were still a little aggravated despite the long night you had. You shouldn't be doing this but you really couldn't resist. Just one time. Very lightly, you rolled your hips up to their crotch. As expected, there was no reaction. You did it again, a little harder this time. You noticed their brows furrowed but other than that, nothing much. You did it again, pressing a little firmer now.

“What are you doing?” They knew exactly what you were doing. You bit your lip when you noticed their cock growing hard.

“Up for another round, hmm?” You hummed. TK opened their eyes, now fully awake and alert.

“I thought you’d be tired of me after last night,” they joked.

“I’ll never grow tired of you,”

“So needy, huh?”

They loosened their grip on you but instead of getting up, they positioned themselves so they were now over you, arms resting to your side to get better look at you and easy access to your sex. They started from your neck, leaving kisses and licking your bare skin, tracing over the bite marks with their tongue. You tossed your arms up and hooked them around their neck, lacing through their soft hair. Simultaneously, TK’s hand reached down to your lower area until they could feel your aroused sex. They started toying with it, pressing a little firm around your hole until they slipped a finger in. You whine as they start to slowly pump in and out of your heated hole. Oh, they just know how to work their fingers. They stuck another digit and your whines turned into messy moans, all focus on them and them only. TK was pleased with your state that they got you into.

“You make the prettiest sounds when I do this, love,” they smiled coyly, watching as you coiled and arched your back from desperation. Watching you react to their touches like this was one of their favourite thing - it was exciting and they could feel their cock slightly twitching from you.

“Oh TK, I need you in me please,” you cried, still squirming from their touch. TK pulled their fingers out of your dripping hole, now wet from your fluids.

“It’s a good thing a brought some spare condoms with me,”

All you could do now was watch in anticipation as they snagged the last condom on the nightstand and tore it with their teeth. Your senses were going haywire from the overload of dopamine, even the plastic crinkling was amplified which didn’t help with your thinning patience. They put the condom on, ensuring it was secure before they continued. Once that was done they shuffled closer to you again. They positioned your legs on their shoulders to get the best angle to hit that one spot in you that they knew would always drive you mad.

You felt them sink inside you, your hole was already a little stretched from being penetrated numerous times before. Your walls fluttered around their cock, almost welcoming it back in again. TK was quick to start rolling his hips in and out of you, keeping a steady rhythem. The sun was pearing trough the blinds and reflecting off their hazel eyes. It was breathtaking.

You moaned out TK’s name in adoration as you were lost in the blissful moment. The friction from their cock was just amazing - the pace and angle were just right. “I’ll never hmm get tired of this ah-” you were cut off with another moan as you felt a jerky thrust in you again, hitting the same spot over and over again.

Their pace was starting to stutter and their face was in full concentration as they focused on chasing their climax. It was adorable watching them like this, a mess even though you were already falling apart yourself.

“Bloody hell sweetheart hmm you’ll… be the death hah of me, you know that?” they gritted through their pleasure groans.

“Come on sweetheart,” you huffed, lifting their head so they had no choice but to look at you, “let it all out, look at me when you’re coming for me,”

Finally, they unravelled, gripping onto the bed sheet beside you as their movement became more sloppy and uneven. They collapsed on you but were careful not to crush you. The fabric conditioner scent was now mixed with the fresh smell of sex and you were infatuated by it.

“Mmh, alright there love?” They lifted their head from the crook of your neck to look at you. The loose strands of their hair were sticking to their slightly sweaty face, but you still found it attractive. You hummed in response to their previous question, still in awe. They pulled out from your hole and watched them peeled the cum filled comdom from their cock. After doing so they disposed it in the waste bin under the bed. They climbed off the bed and strectched, nude in full display for you.

“Coffee?”

“Always! But let’s take a shower first, yeah?”

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Tittle: hypersensitive and numb

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: F/F

Fandom: Scream (Movies)

Relationship: Sam Carpenter/Tara Carpenter

Characters: Sam Carpenter (Scream), Tara Carpenter

Additional Tags: Shipcest , POV First Person, POV Tara Carpenter, Character Study

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I'm not okay. Sam, I don't think I'll ever be okay.

It's 3am on a Tuesday and Sam is pinning me to my bed. She has pulled up my shirt and she's touching my stomach, her fingers grazing scars that I always struggle to explain.

She's lucky this wasn't one of the nights that I'm only able to fall asleep with a taser in my hand.

"What the fuck, Sam?"

I'm fighting to get my panic under control, to figure out why my sister is on top of me in the middle of the night. No blades, no mask, just my sister's weight and panicked hands under my shirt.

"Are you dreaming?" I ask. It's Sam. It's Sam. It's not some freak with a knife. It's Sam.

"I thought that I... Fuck, I dreamed that I..." Sam's breath is ragged and her hands are firm on my stomach, finger pads resting on raised scar tissue that alternates between hypersensitive and numb, like all the parts of me these days.

"I'm OK, Sam. I'm alive. You won't hurt me." Two truths and a lie might be my favorite game. For some reason, I always always win.

"I thought that I..."

There's a sob in the edge of her voice and like always Sam won't even say it out loud, whatever it was she dreamed about, which, when I'm feeling judgmentmental, I think is probably why therapy doesn't seem to do much for her.

I reach over and flick on the night light.

"See, Sam, no blood. It was just a dream," I assure her, cracking what I hope is a reassuring smile. She's staring at my stomach and the glaze in her eyes is rapidly fading, and that's good but it's replaced by a blush and that's bad, because I realize why she's blushing. I feel the ghost pressure of her hips against mine even after she has rolled off of me. I have to press my arm against my cheek to cool it off.

"S...sorry. Sorry, Tara. I'll just go. Sorry for waking you up."

Sam looks and sounds like I'll find her sitting up in the kitchen with dark circles under her eyes in the morning if I let her leave now. I grab her hand before she can roll off the bed.

"Sam. I have nightmares too. I get it." She shakes her head slightly but I squeeze her hand in emphasis. "I get it."

My sister's sigh is heavy with guilt. "I wish you didn't have any nightmares, Tara. I wish I could keep everything bad away from you."

I smile wanely. "Same, Sam, big same. But I guess the Carpenter sisters can't catch a break."

She shifts to get up, but I grab her shoulder, holding her back. I'm not going to let my sister get away to be moody all night.

"Stay with me?" I ask her.

I roll half on top of her, pinning her in place with my hip and my arm around her waist before she can respond. Her hair smells nice. “I don't want to sleep alone."

"Tara..."

"I feel better when you're here. Also, you woke me up. The least you could do is help me fall back to sleep."

My superior logic works on her or maybe it's my puppy dog eyes, but she lets me turn off the light and tuck us both into bed. She won't relax right away, but it feels so good to be hugging a warm body, a warm body that is my Sam, that I sink into her curves and ignore how she stiffens at first. She finally lets out a deep sigh and it's like I can feel the nightmare leaving her. Her breath evens out. So does mine. I think she falls asleep before I do, or maybe it's the other way around. I won't recall later.

I don't know when during the night I became the little spoon.

This is only the first night that we sleep together. It's not as weird as you'd think. Or maybe I don't know what normal feels like anymore.

#scream 6 #carpenter sisters #shipcest #fanfic mine #sam x tara

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New fic. Desperate measures

You know how I tend to fall into a new fandom, obssess over it and write a bunch of fics? Well... here we are :p

So, without further ado, I hope you’ll enjoy it! (Also, the prologue and the first chapter are up, because I think it works better like that)

Summary:  There are Laws in the Dreaming, Laws its inhabitants must adhere to (even when their Lord is missing and so there’s no one to enforce them). One mustn’t leave the Dreaming and one mustn’t involve humans in the business of the Dreaming. Lucienne, Lord Morpheus’ first Raven, turned faithful Librarian, ought to know better than most. And yet--

Pairings: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling (fair warning, it’s not the main focus, but it also kinda is. It runs from Lucienne’s POV, so there’s that)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence/ Episode: s01e01 Sleep of the Just (The Sandman TV)/ POV Lucien | Lucienne (The Sandman)/ Angst and Hurt/Comfort/ Friendship/ Eventual Happy Ending

Preview

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Lucienne takes a deep breath, repeating the words in her head like a mantra. It’s true enough, she supposes, but she wishes it wasn’t so. Or, at the very least, she wishes she wasn’t the one who was making all these difficult choices: she’s the Librarian, damn it all! She’s meant to help keep and look after the books, not to… do this.

You’re not meant to rule, a voice in her head mocks. You’re over your head, little birdie and it’s funny, because she’s a Raven, she’s not meant to have self deprecating thoughts. Unlike humans, with their joys and concerns and fears and their ability to change and adapt accordingly, she just is.

And what I am is the Librarian, she tells herself stubbornly, refusing to even glance at the Throne. She’ll find no counsel there and it’ll only increase her worry. Her Lord should have come back ages ago, so why hasn’t he?

And that’s precisely what she means to find out, is it not?

She bits her lip. She’s the Librarian and before that, she was Lord Morpheus’ Raven. She misses being his Raven, if she still was his Raven she would have never let him out of her sight. If she was still his Raven, she’d have made sure he was safe, w ould have kept him safe . And if she couldn’t have done that, she would have let someone (like the Librarian) know what was going on, not like bloody Jessamy who can’t be bothered to even send a fucking note!

Calm down, Lucienne, another voice says. Don’t blame poor Jessamy.

But she does. A Raven’s work is to serve as messenger between the Dreaming and the Waking, keep watch and inform of any disturbances. Lord Morpheus is missing and, for all Lucienne knows, he might be in trouble and she has no way of finding out!

Except--

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