#beer nony

[lovelettersfromluna]

can you do a little shortfic/drabble of ellie running an ice cube down readers body?

an: AHHH NONY IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HOPE YOU LIKED IT (I don’t think I’ve ever gotten so…worked up while writing one of these if you know what I mean 😳😳)

Warnings: smut!!! MDNI!! 18+, usage of ice?? If it’s not your cup of tea, don’t read! Ellie uses ice on readers 🐱, lots of nipple play, fingering, lots of praise, lmk if I missed anything!

Awe man, this one is good Nony…fuck this one is good..

I’d like to think that it’s something that’s always been on Ellie’s mind, and as much as you both aren’t ones to shy away from things that aren’t necessarily vanilla, she’s a little nervous to ask you.

But one day, she fucking snaps.

You’re over at her apartment one day, and it just so happens that your city is hitting record breaking temperatures. It’s fucking hot and you seriously can’t do anything but lay on Ellie’s floor and close your eyes, and try to not focus on how it feels like you’re brain is melting in your skull.

Ellie of course has been struggling in more ways than one, because yeah it’s hot and she’s extremely bothered by it. But the heat brings out your skimpiest clothes. The soft cotton shorts you’re wearing hug your hips and ass so fucking well, and your tank top is pushing out your pretty tits, the outline of your nipples clear against the ribbed fabric.

She’s shamelessly staring from her point on the couch, her legs spread, a can of cold beer clutched lazily between one of her hands..

And she just can’t get over how fucking sexy you are.

It isn’t until you huff loudly that she’s broken out of her perverted thoughts, blinking her green eyes a few times as she tries to figure out what exactly it is that you’re complaining about now.

“I’d seriously do anything to cool down right now….Jesus Christ…” you mumble out to no one in particular, simply just voicing what it is that’s on your mind.

And before Ellie can even stop herself, she’s giving you exactly what you’re looking for.

“I have something that might work.”

It’s sort of all a blur, the intense heat waves mixed with the lustful way that Ellie calls you over to the couch with her, a bowl of ice sat next to her thigh.

All you can focus on, is the position she has you in currently.

Her legs are spread wider now, giving you enough space to sit between them. She made you strip down to nothing, your naked body pressed up against her, your back to her chest. Her strong hands are massaging your thighs, gently shushing your whines.

In her other hand, she has a glossy ice cube. It’s already dripping down her long fingers, and the sight alone is sinful. It reminds you of something else, and it makes your core tighten.

“Ellie…” you moan out softly. You’re getting needy and she hasn’t even done anything but ask you to take all your clothes off and sit in her lap. It makes her smirk softly, and she presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. “Patience baby…I’ll make it go away..” she breaths out.

You aren’t sure if she’s talking about the ache between your legs, or the discomfort that the heat brings. You aren’t sure which one you want her to relieve more.

You open your mouth to complain again, whine to your girl about how much you need her, how much you want her to do….whatever it is that she’s going to do.

She rolls the cube between her fingers a bit more, letting it get nice and glossy before she hums softly. “M’gonna cool you down sweetheart…” her voice makes you moan softly, and all you can do is moan.

She brings the edge of the ice to your nipple, and it makes you moan loudly. You’ve never felt something so…intense. The cold feeling of the ice against your hot skin makes your pussy practically weep onto Ellie’s thigh. She rolls the ice around your nipple, her other hand coming up and squeezing your opposite boob in her hand, rolling and tugging on your other nipple.

“F-fuuuck…oh my god Ellie” you moan loudly. She chuckles softly, rolling the ice around your hard, sensitive nipple until it melts fully, making your pretty skin nice and wet for her.

She opens her mouth to praise you further, telling you how fucking pretty you look…

But your hips desperately bucking up into nothing catches her attention.

She clicks her tongue, almost feeling sorry for you as she grabs another cube, bringing it to your other nipple and giving it the same amount of attention. “You poor thing…so fucking hot and bothered…just needed to be cooled down, hm?” She turns her head a bit to look into your eyes, and she finds it fucking adorable that you’re already too fucked out to even notice her intense glare, too eager for her to touch you where you need her most.

You nod eagerly, the feeling of her taking the ice and running it down your body, wetting your mid section making you moan for her. “Need you here Ellie…mm…fuck…please” you beg as you let your hand lay over hers, pushing it further down between your legs.

Ellie hisses, quickly moving her hand to swat yours away. “Nah uh….I’m taking care of you, remember? Sit back and just look pretty for me baby…that’s all I need you to do..” she hums softly, and you’re opening your mouth to protest…

But she’s shoving her wet fingers past your pouty lips, and all you can do is moan around them and suck eagerly.

She smirks softly as she watches you silently obey. “Atta girl…didn’t even have to ask and you’re sucking on my fingers like a good girl….I think that deserves a reward, hm?” She questions, and you’re nodding eagerly as you hollow your cheeks, taking her fingers as deep as you can.

She takes the last ice cube from the bowl, taking a moment to circle both your nipples before she drags it down your body, letting it melt a bit against your hot skin…

The sound you make when she takes the cold, melty ice, and rubs it along your pretty pussy lips is sinful.

Your squirming and wiggling in your arms, and Ellie groans softly as she pulls her fingers from your warm, wet mouth, and she grips your hip softly, trying to keep you from running from her touch.

You’re moaning loudly as your back arches, the cold sensation between your legs almost too much.

“Shhh…I know baby…I know…feels s’fucking good huh? That’s my girl…” she groans out, taking the ice and circling your swollen clit. You gasp out as you look down between your legs, because you’ve never felt something so…so foreign…so different…so erotic.

Her other hand that was holding your hip comes up to your boob, cupping it as she kneads and massages the skin, her fingers rolling and tugging your nipple. The ice has melted at this point, and the wet mess between your legs makes Ellie moan with you. Her wet fingers pinch and roll your pretty clit as she urges you on further.

“Right there, huh baby? Feels good yeah? Fuck…fucking cum for me…that’s my good fucking girl…that’s it…” she’s practically rutting into you from behind, needing some form of friction against her aching clit as her fingers work on your sopping pussy.

Your orgasm washed over you harshly, making your stomach coil as your vision is painted white, screaming Ellie’s name like it’s the only word in your entire vocabulary. Your back arches almost painfully, and Ellie simply holds you close, her fingers slowing down as she massages your pussy, slowly down and helping you ride out your orgasm.

“Did so good for me…my perfect fucking girl…there you go…that’s it..” she groans into your ear as she tries to bring you back, sighing softly once your body stops moving, and you become a whining mess on her lap.

You’re sure you pass out completely after it…

And you’re also sure that you’ll be asking Ellie to do it again.

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie x y/n #ellie the last of us #ellie x you #ellie williams drabble

[nerdypanda3126]

out of time?

Oooh you found the angst bomb nony 😅

The headcanon I'm playing with is that the Snake Miraculous has the side effect of stealing time from its user, and Luka's 25, but he's been the Snake holder since he was 16, so his time is running out.

A wave of nausea came over him and he set his beer down to watch the idiots using the side of the Liberty as a balance beam. Not one of them was sober enough to walk a straight line. He chuckled as they wobbled and exclaimed and pushed each other, all of them threatening to tip into the Seine at any moment.

Any other night, he'd probably be up there with them.

“Where’s Marinette?” Juleka muttered in his ear. “She should be here.”

“Working,” he managed to answer. He felt another coughing fit coming on and was willing it to stop before it started. Juleka flipped her hair out of her eyes and leveled him with a look.

“Has she noticed you’re not eating?”

He shot a glance over at his bandmates, but they were too distracted to be paying attention. “Jules, it’s fine, okay? Can you drop it? At least for now?”

Juleka’s face hardened and she gripped her elbows so hard her skin turned white. “It’s not fine,” she growled at him. “You keep saying you’re fine and that it’s fine and that it’ll be fine.” She was glaring at him, even as he stifled a cough that had crept up his throat. “You’re not fine, Luka, and I’m the only one who knows and I shouldn’t be.”

“Jules—”

“No. No ‘Jules,’ no excuses, no promises. At least tell them.” She waved her hand at the guys who had all stopped to listen to Juleka’s hardly-ever-raised voice. They were all watching him expectantly.

#tag game #ask game #wip game #lukanette #anonymous ask

[jackiexmiller]

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair (nova)

She was high, and drunk, and by the time she got to Novas house, she was sick and tripping. There was beer all over her hair, and she puked over her shirt and more than anything in the world she needed a shower. But her friend was kind, and she made her a bath and she conditioned her hair, and detangled her curls and she did it patiently and quietly. -- Jackie didn't know what she did in her life, to deserve all the people she had, but she must've done something right because she stared at he other now and she didn't feel sick, she didn't feel scared, or alone. She just felt...warm, and looked after. "Think you Nony. For this for....everything. And I'm sorry."

#c: nova #ask.

[firetfly]

may i suggestion madison beer gifs, please? there’s hardly any regular sized gifs of her 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

i don't feel comfortable to do gifs for madison beer, nony. sorry.

[7sleepersmusic]

#TBT Also #LosAngeles also #1981. Venus does not like beer. #Music #NewWave #SynthWave 🎶👍😁 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOnY-_EIv1Y

[stsathyre]

I'm a celeb.

Hi there Nony,

Buy me a root beer float, and I'll read your fortune.

#Good for you nony #It literally doesn't matter if I believe you or not

[thechampagnelovers]

First of all: YOU DID A HEADTSAND!!! Congrats I am so excited actually!

I can‘t picture them with red white and blue, I need to google that asgjdkfld.

Okay that actually sounds so cool! I think you explained it quite well actually. I need to try to find the translation for my country and then look into that. It also seems like you have so many different courses condensed under your study? Like writing courses and anthropoly? That is actually so sick! I get why you love studying that. And I am sure you‘ll be right back on track as soon as you can attend uni again.

Okay I am a little tired of saying this but same haha. I am trying everything at this point. I do have to admit I can shy away from very heavy romance because it tires me out sometimes but I am open to everything. Right now I am reading Red, White and Royal Blue, which is also romantic but it seems to be so much more. The reviews were good and I liked the blurb so I bought and I like it so far. Have you read that? But before I read a thriller so the scale is very very broad. What was your favourite book of 2020? And I would LOVE for you to reccomend some latinamerican literature. Hm, well maybe I‘d struggle with the language? Didn‘t think of that obstacle, but I am always interested in finding new stuff and I have definitely not read anything like that before... Did you go and buy books? I think I take fanfiction very lightly. I don‘t think there is anything I wouldn‘t read just because it is a certain ship. So I am really bad at giving boundaries there. I‘ll snoop through your tags if you ever tagged some fics you liked but you can always drop your favourites for me!

Thank you for your kind words. I‘ll need to copy and save those for when I get overwhelmed and need a reminder!

And lastly that comment about the timezones made me laugh so hard. It doesn’t really make sense to me either. I have to google them always and I always forget what they mean and have to re-google. But I think I can remember that. Or I can just guess and see when you answer haha. I hope you had a good breakfast (and lunch and dinner since it‘s already like 7 or 8, correct?) and a good day! x

P.s oh my god I just all the stuff around the number and Zayn too before I decided to compose this ask and pleeease how cute is he and how good do the snippets sound?? Already claiming 4 and 5 haha

thank you jsdfjdshkj i’m so happy i did it! it always feels sooooo good, feeling the energy flowing from your body, it’s so cool. 

bro crocs looks so ugly in pics jdjks i swear they’re cuter irl, with a nice pair of jean shorts and a cute shirt or a hoodie

ohhh i want to read red white and royal blue for soooo long now, but books are stupid expensive here, so i always go for second hand books and it’s probably going to be a while until i find it in the second hand book store :/ but i’ve been meaning to read it for so long. my taste is so broad too lmao. i struggled reading so much in 2020 :/ i only read a few books before the pandemic began and just now i’m getting back to it. but one of my faves of 2020 is When God Was a Rabbit by Sarah Winman. and for latinamerican, i am a big Gabriel García Márquez fan, my fav is love in the time of the cholera, but they’re all amazing. i also really like Cortázar <3  Rayuela is just a masterpiece. and you have to read books by Isabel Allende, her most popular book is la casa de los espiritus but i haven’t had time to read it yet (although it’s on my bookshelf) but i recommend it anyways. ughh i know there are more, i wish i could remember rn, and there are many great latinamerican authors who i haven’t had the chance to read yet, but here you have a few to start. some from Colombia, Argentina and Chile <3

and yes, i got one book. i had to contain myself to not go back to my house and grab more money, so i only bought one: los invitados de la princesa by  Fernando Savater, who’s another great author i recommend. i read Ética para Amador a few times in high school for literature and philosophy classes, so i’m intrigued to read more of him.

in my fic rec tag there’s mostly fics tagged in the tracksintheam tag, but i have to recommend all the works of my lovely friends @quelsentiment @chrysopon @harrystinyshorts and @rosesau! and i know there are more mutuals i’m forgetting sjkjskd sorry (you can also read my fics if you’re interested) there are mostly larry fics but emmanuelle and i have some of zouis, ziam and ziall too (becuase zayn is our muse). and my all time favourite fic is atlas at last ! i wish i had more but i’m so unorganize with my fics

lol you’re correct, its 8pm rn! it must be so late for you!! we haven’t had dinner yet, in argentina and generally in latam we had dinner around 9-10 pm, my grandma and stepdad are making chicken and it smells amazing

i haven’t heard the snippets yet bc i couldn’t call :( some people send me links but i havent had time to hear them yet, but i trust your taste and if you claim 4 and 5 then i’m claiming them too!

good night love <3

#beer nony #ask #personal

[the-patrex]

Thots on 13/Yasmin??

REALLY GOOD POTENTIAL!!!

Specially if Chibs goes with the angle of Yaz being in love with such an amazing but clearly flawed person, and how Yaz can grow by challenging the Doctor when they are being, well... Like That

So far what I see is Yaz being in love with this bigger than life amazing person and (recently) seeing that this hero worship will just hurt her in the long run

ALSO! Yaz being more critical of the Doctor can help them so so much! They NEED someone who can keep them in check and call them out when they are repressing everything and not realizing how scary their actions actually are

I’m babbling!! but I hope I made sense!!!

#4 beers in so I hope this is coherent #thasmin #thank u for the ask nony!!!! #shut up patrex

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Hi! Can I have some protective and angry Eskel who loses his temper when someone tries to hurt/harass reader? Reader who is obviously very dear to our Witcher. Thank you! ❤

nonie im so fucking sorry this took me so long

holy shit i have no good excuse, thank you for not hating me lol

pairing: eskel/gender neutral reader

CW: canon typical violence, reader is a bit of a little gremlin, alluded to sexual harrassment - nothing written out or explicit

______________________

“Right, you can fuck off now,” Eskel seemed to appear between you and the old man leering at you out of thin air.

“I’m just having a nice conversation. No need to getchur nickers in a twist,” if you hadn’t seen how many drinks he’d had, the way the man slurred his speech would have let you know exactly how inebriated he was anyway.

Eskel turned to you and for a moment you were shocked. The anger clear on his face was something you rarely saw, but when you did it was almost a guarantee the two of you were about to get thrown out of town. He always lost his temper when you saw that face.

“Were you enjoying the conversation?” He asked you very pointedly with a nod to the drunk.

“No. His hands were an unnecessary addition as well,” You folded your arms and shot a glare at the old man, now staring at you in horror.

“He touched you?”

The man had the good sense to whimper as Eskel turned his full fury his way. He made the mistake of opening his mouth to utter some sort of defense, but he never got the chance. Eskel’s fist hit his face before you’d even seen him draw back and a couple of teeth flew across the tavern.

“Just before you came over to check on me,” You answered his question as if nothing dramatic had happened, watching with a bored expression as Eskel hoisted the man up by his collar and shoved him ass over teakettle over the bar and into the barkeep.

The scream the old drunk let out was one of the more impressive ones, good volume, nice disturbing pitch, but you just shrugged and took the opportunity to chug the rest of your ale.

Eskel leaned over the bar to sneer at the man now clutching his face and attempting to sit up, “Keep your hands to yourself next time.”

The barkeep was shrieking at you both to leave, but Eskel took the man’s full beer, guzzled it, and slammed it down on the counter for good measure before turning to you and holding out his hand like a perfect gentleman, “I think we may have a better time elsewhere.”

You beamed at him and took his hand, rolling his eyes when he brought it to his lips, “Let’s go before they draw weapons.”

“Oh, I wish they would.”

#eskel x reader #eskel/reader #the witcher #eskel #the witcher eskel #the witcher netflix #the witcher fic #gender neutral reader #angry eskel #protective eskel #gender neutral witcher fic #listen i think netflix eskel is a complete gentleman until hes not and then he goes apeshit #and i wanna be around to see it #comfy answers #im so sorry this took so long nonie

[starfleetwitch]

OMG Jemma in that last UNIT Nemesis 2 episode!!

I don't even know where to start nony. Sweet mother of fuck I'm still processing. I don't want to post spoilers but SWEET OZ THEY PUSHED KATE TO THE FUCKING LIMIT! It was actually SO WELL WRITTEN! I took a large amount of emotional damage but nony... Let me tell you... That did not stop me from going back to relisten to it!

They put Kate through ALOT in the audios. I mean... Yes she got sucked out of a plane and captured by Zygons in the show but in the audios Kate nearly dies so many times (actually technically does in one) and gets put through impossibly dangerous situations but jesus christ NONE OF THAT COMPARES TO THIS AUDIO! SWEET MOTHER OF OZ THEY PULLED OUT ALL THE STOPS FOR THIS ONE! AND JEMMA WAS FUCKING AMAZING AT IT!

THESE CHARACTERS. THESE CHARACTERS COME FROM A FAMILY SHOW! I genuinely never thought I'd see the day where cannon would put my favs through more than I would put them through in fanfiction. I had a gun held to a characters head at one point as she tried to perform surgery on a dead man and Big finish just strode in and was like... Hold my beer.

Shit they all did an amazing job on this one. Wow.

#Look at her. They give her anxiety! #jemma redgrave #Kate stewart #kate lethbridge stewart #Unit #Big finish #Still processing #Swearing #But processing

[pennyserenade]

agent whiskey for follower celebration. Congrats!!!

PEDROPASCALDICE HIT 400 !

Thank you so much nonie! Love you lots and hope you're having a beautiful night. Here is a little drabble inspired by Dead of Night by Orville Peck, who I highly recommend to all. Warnings: mentions of smut, a little bit of angst. Yearning. Gif by: @trashcora

DEAD OF NIGHT

It feels fleeting, what takes place between them. Even when it’s happening, half the time it already feels gone before it's begun. She can be right next to him, smiling wide and beautiful like she does, but he knows that in the morning, she won’t be there.

He’s okay with it, he tells himself. Doesn’t think about it, the eventual dull thud that will occur in his head because he drinks too much for his age around her. Doesn’t even begin to ponder about the way half of his heart belongs to her even when she does nothing special, and doesn’t want it.

She’s so goddamn beautiful, he muses, watching her flip through the songs on the jukebox. It isn’t good of him to get so attached, but he’s only a man—what can he possibly do about it?

“Are you gonna pick one darlin’, or are you gonna make me wait here and watch you look at them all night?”

She smiles and he thinks maybe he wouldn’t mind that so much, actually.

“Calm down, cowboy,” she tells him. “Are we feeling rock’n’roll or are we feeling country?”

“Does it matter how I’m feeling to you?”

His tone is light, playful. His eyes would twinkle if they could, he thinks.

“Music wise, yeah.”

She winks.

“Well then, country, of course.”

She presses a button and he peeks over, watching the thing begin to work.

“What’d you pick?” he asks.

“A Joan Jett song.”

“That’s rock’n’roll,” he states, confused. “Thought you said my opinion mattered.”

She leans back into him, laughing.

She does this, allows herself to be strangely intimate with him after missions, but only then. She lets him sling an arm around her now. Later, she’ll let him stick his tongue down her throat. Then a hand on her ass, and finally, after a long night of dancing around it, she’ll unbutton his pants and move aside her underwear, and she’ll let him go where he shouldn’t for the sake of them both. But he will, because she’ll let him—will even ask so nicely, like she really needs him—and he can’t refuse.

“Cowboy, I adore you, but sometimes you’re so predictable I can’t stand it.” She takes the bottle of beer out of his hand, and brings it to her own lips. “I had to pick Joan Jett just to punish you for it, but don’t worry, I’ll make it up later.”

Later.

He pretends to not hear it.

He puts his hand on her hip and allows himself to delve into this fantasy like it’s just another one of those missions they go on together, and he smiles. It’s a fool’s game he’s playing and he’s too old to be doing it, but God, it feels so good when he’s got it.

“Cowboy?” she says, tone sweet.

“Hm?” he hums.

“I think I’m breaking your heart.”

His heart, that poor aching organ, thuds offended against his rib cage.

He takes the beer bottle back from her hand and brings it up to his lips.

“Oh honey, you’d have to be a helluva lot better at what you do to do go and do that.”

He knows it, though. They both know it. She’s just perfect at everything she does--including breaking his heart.

#agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x nameless oc #agent whiskey x you #jack daniels x nameless oc #jack daniels x you #kingsman #kingsman the golden circle #jack daniels #agent whiskey #pedro pascal fanfic #jose pedro balmaceda pascal fanfic #pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal

[the-lady-of-stars]

Honey, Honey

Javier Peña x Reader x Steve Murphy

Warnings: A sickening amount of fluff maybe but that's about it.

Summary: It's your turn to pick the film for movie night, so naturally you go with a classic- Mamma Mia

Request: "Hi! Can i request poly Javi x reader x Steve where the reader makes the boys watch her favorite movie (maybe like twilight or something cheesy) and they make remarks and jokes about it the whole time to mess with her and she jokingly starts a pillow fight to shut them up and just something really fluffy? thank youuu❤️ ~nonie🦋"

A/N: Hope you enjoy nonnie! Thank you for such a sweet request! Also I went with Mamma Mia bc for some reason I've never gotten around to watching Twilight

[My Narcos requests are still open for Steve and Javi- I write fluff and angst :) ]

The rules were set. You, Steve and Javi would alternate turns to pick the movie for movie night, and when someone picked one the others weren't allowed to complain about it. Of course, the no complaining rule was never abided but still- it was your turn to pick and your boys would have to deal with it.

While they were getting together beer and snacks you rummaged through your handbag for the tape of tonight's rental - a classic- Mamma Mia. Rom-com, musical, what more could you ask for. Sure, you could have picked some heavy fast-paced action film with an in-depth plot, but extensive hours at the DEA lead to you long for a temporary escape from gunfire and car chases- so Mamma Mia it was.

You slid the tape into the player before retreating to the plush couch and settling down next to Steve. His eyes softened and the stress visibly melted from his face as he looked down at you, a warm smile tugging at his lips. He moved his hand to your chin, tracing a thumb along your bottom lip tenderly before leaning down to repeat the action with his lips, capturing them in his own.

"Hey," Javi's gruff voice interrupted, "no funny business, it's movie night."

"Aww, y' jealous, Peña?" Steve drawled, not lifting his eyes from your gaze as he caressed your skin.

The last thing you heard was a huff before you found yourself tilting backwars with a yelp, Javi bending you back from Steve and pulling you into a passionate kiss. Where Steve's was soft and calming, Javier's was rough and possessive, claiming your lips with a swipe of his tongue. He pulled away with a smirk, leaving you panting breathlessly.

"Me? No, 'course not."

You watched, slightly dazed, as Murph rolled his eyes and flicked a piece of popcorn in Javi's direction, the latter catching it in his mouth with a wink.

"Stop distracting me, it's movie night," you whined, settling back into your space in the middle of the couch.

"What'd you pick, anyway?" Steve asked.

You smirked as you hit the play button, knowing they'd be suffering for your enjoyment for the next two hours.

"Ugh, God" Javier groaned, palming over his face, "another fucking musical."

Steve burst out laughing at the grin on your face, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and squeezing you closer against him.

"Shhhhh- no complaining, Jav, you know the rules," you laughed at the pained expression on his face as he turned his eyes to you from over his hand.

"Fine, fine- okay, just- get it over with."

You grinned, shifting to lie with your head in Javi's lap and your legs in Steve's. You watched as Javi tried to keep up his façade of being grumpy, failing miserably at the sight of your excited eyes beaming up at him, a smile pulling at his mouth.

Three sets of eyes turned to the telivision as the opening number played. You made it about 15 seconds in before Javier began to complain.

"See, why does everyone have to start singing, like what's that about-"

"Shh!" you hushed him, feeling Steve's chest shake as he laughed.

Javier groaned as he took in the lyrics of the song, eyes squinting as he shook his head.

"A love machine? Hells that supposed to mean? I feel like if you're being mechanical in bed it can't be that go-"

"JAVI!" you whined, swatting at his chest.

"Okay, okay, fine, I'll shut up," he raised his hands in surrender.

You got about ten seconds of blissful silence before-

"I think I'd describe myself as a love machine-" Steve started.

"That's not a good thing, Murph, like I said-"

"OHH, will you two please just let me watch the film in peace," you groaned, tipping your head back in defeat.

"Yes ma'am," Steve grinned, petting your thigh lovingly with soft strokes and squeezes.

For the next little while the boys were quiet, Steve still stroking your thigh while Javier played with your hair.

Until Javier once again...

"Why'd they hire that guy, he really can't sing- I mean listen to him!"

"Ah ah ah, I will not accept any Pierce Brosnan slander, thank you very much." You quickly interrupted him, poking a finger up at his chin.

"He is good lookin' though, I mean look at those eyes-" Steve rose his eyebrows and motioned to the screen.

"Isn't that guy almost 70 now?" Javier complained, looking at Steve in disbelief.

"And? Your point is?" you objected. "He's a total DILF!"

Javi sighed deeply, throwing his head back and shaking it lightly.

"Yeah, I'm with her on this one," Steve agreed.

"'Course you are," Javi stated before mumbling "ass-kisser" under his breath.

Javier resigned himself to suffering in silence for the rest of the film, grumpily shovelling handfuls of popcorn into his mouth.

Meanwhile you and Steve were working at the drinks, downing more and more until you became so invested in the musical it became a karaoke. Meryl Streep, as much as you loved her, couldn't hold a candle to Murph's drunken and off-key rendition of 'The Winner takes it all', Javier pretending not to be entertained as you rolled in laughter in his lap with tears streaming from your eyes.

Two hours later the credits finally rolled, causing Javi to sigh in relief. That was, naturally, until the post-credits tune Waterloo began, invoking yet another karaoke rendition from Steve and yourself, Steve holding you upright on your knees on the couch chest to chest.

"Please, no more, you two sound like street cats fighting over the last scrap of meat."

Steve gasped in mock offense before lifting on of the throw pillows and lobbing it in Javier's direction.

"Oh you wanna play it that way, huh? Pillow fight? Like a little girls' sleepover? Well if you're gonna be like that-" Javi leapt up and whacked the pillow against the top of Steve's head. Steve retaliated by launching his body on top of Javi to lie on his chest, taking you with him. Sandwiched between the two play-fighting men you could do little but laugh as they wrestled each other.

Steve grinned as he caught the sensitive spot on Javi's side, causing the latter to laugh heartily at the ticklish feeling. At the look of amusement on your face, Javier turned his attention to you, an idea forming in his head.

"Oh, yeah? Think that's funny do you, baby?" Javi made eye contact with Steve, gesturing for the two of them to shift their attention to their girl. Steve caught the hint, a smirk spreading across his face.

"Guess we'll have to show you just how funny it can be, huh?" Steve simpered.

Javi rolled so that you fell from his chest onto the couch, the two men now resting in a push-up position above you.

"No, no, no- please-" you begged, but it was too late. Two sets of hands skimmed across your skin, instantly locating all of the most ticklish spots as you wailed. Your chest convulsed in laughter, the sound of it mingling with theirs as tears sprang to your eyes.

"Okay- I surrender- please, please!" you sobbed. They finally took mercy on you, stopping their attack and leaning down to lie almost on top of you.

Both boys pressed kisses to all the flesh they could reach around your face and neck, allowing you to feel their smiles against your skin.

You raised both hands and laid one on each of their heads, petting them with all the love you held.

Javi shifted to hold his face over yours, a tender look in his eyes which stole the breath from your lungs. He sent a knowing smile at you then leaned down to capture your lips, the kiss slow and deep. He stroked your cheek, slanting his mouth to meet yours even further. A whimper interrupted your kiss, a jealous Steve nuzzling your jaw with his nose. You laughed breathlessly, beckoning him towards you with a gentle "C'mere, Murph."

Steve headbutted a grumbling Javi out of the way before stealing your lips for himself, the kiss just as meaningful and passionate as the first. He whined into your mouth as you tugged lightly at his hair, his tongue flicking against your lip. His breath brushed against your mouth as he panted longingly.

"Stop hogging, asshole," Javi fussed, trying to wedge his way back to your mouth.

It was going to be a long night, but you'd never complain. You loved them, and you could feel just how much they loved you.

#javier pena x reader #steve murphy x reader

[lelitachay]

The story about your grandpa is so wholesome. It is undeniably the answer i didn't expect but is the one i need. So pure, too.

Since you kind of like it, here are some more that i'm curious about: 11, 38, 54

Aww. I'm glad you think it's wholesome, Nony. I love those memories. And I swear that till this day, whenever I'm walking down a street that has beer bottles outside waiting to be picked up, all I think about is my grandpa. Oh, I also learnt to play billiard back then. I barely reached the table when I did. Haha.

Now the questions!

11. Ever broken a bone?

Nope! I'm quite proud about it because I've done things as a kid/teenager that were bone-breaking deserving. Falling from high trees, falling from my bike at high speed on gravel... That kind of things.

38. Do you collect anything?

I used to collect coins, but it lasted a really short time. I realised it was difficult to actually get coins from other places. I do try to keep at least 1 coin from any place I can, but it isn't a hobby or anything. One of the drunks from the bar gave me two coins from Spain. I still have them.

54. Where would you teleport to this very second?

Any place with Snow. I wish to get the chance to see snow falling. I'm crossing my fingers to see snow in 20 days in a short trip I'm making to Bariloche. It's early in the year, but some snow has been falling in neighbouring cities... So ... 🤞🏻

#anon #about me #silly game

[dethshit]

CFO is Really Old

Day 3: Werewolves or Vampires

These are shorts taken from an AU where CFO is old as shit and he doesn't understand technology.

Charles glared at the DVD player in front of him, trying to remember how to use it. He turned his head to glare at the opened DVD case then back to the DVD player.

Akita had insisted they watch Nosferatu, claiming it was for Halloween but Charles knew it was so he could make fun of him.

He delicately picked up the DVD as it snapped free from its plastic prison. The disc had no image so he couldn't use that as a guide. He squinted at the tiny writing as he tried to decipher which side was supposed to go up.

He took a chance and set the disc inside. He closed the DVD player and grabbed the remote in anticipation.

But nothing happened.

The blue screen loudly declaring BLU-RAY DVD PLAYER didn't move, continuing to drone the bland theme music. He scowled and opened the DVD player. He flipped over the disc and shut it again.

But the blue screen still remained and his lips pressed into a thin line. His left eye twitched and he resisted the urge to bare his fangs at the stupid piece of technology.

He tried flipping the disc again and nothing happened. He tried to turn it off and on. He checked the plug but couldn't find any frays.

He ran his hands through his hair as the droning theme slowly got on his nerves. "I'M OVER ONE THOUSAND YEARS OLD, CUT ME SOME SLACK YOU TERRIBLE-"

"Charles, are you having trouble with the DVD player?" Akita asked as he barely hid his amusement, laughter bubbling in his voice. He was carrying a popcorn bowl in one hand and two beers in the other.

Charles stiffened as he turned bright red, the blood he had recently consumed rushing to his face. "N-No. Of course not. Everything is in order." He lied through his teeth.

Akita set the bowl down on the table and threw one of the beers at him before going to the DVD player. He readjusted the disc, shut the player door and hit play on the remote. Almost immediately, the commercials started to play.

Charles stared at him dumbfounded. "How did you... What-" He exhaled heavily through his nose as he rubbed his face.

Akita laughed low in his throat, wrapping his arms around the vampire and kissing his cheek. "Come on, rakas. You can show off your technical prowess another day." He teased.

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Charles dipped his quill into the ink well on his desk to continue working on the contract deal with BLUD ORANGE Energy Drink. The company wanted to use Bloodrocuted and get the band to do a commercial or two.

Akita opened the door to his office with a tray in his hand and Charles glanced over at him. "Something the matter, darling?" Charles asked as he set the quill down.

Akita grinned at him. "Dinner time, rakas." He said as he set the tray down on an empty corner of Charles' desk. Dinner (for the humans) was a pot roast with roasted potatoes and carrots. Brown gravy covered the meat and Charles couldn't deny that it smelled good.

"Jean-Pierre did well." He commented as he took the blood bag from the tray.

"Nah, Noni and I made it. We heard about this..." He waved a hand over his plate. "Dish from Nathan and Pickles. We wanted to try it out."

Charles raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything further as he pierced the bag with his elongated canines. He closed his eyes in satisfaction. B-negative. Akita knew him well.

Akita took a bite of his potatoes as he rummaged through some of the piles of papers on his desk, glancing at the quill as he read over the looping calligraphy. "Charlie baby... don't take this wrong because your handwriting is beautiful but you know you can use a computer to keep all these documents in order, right? You don't have to handwrite everything."

Charles blinked at him, removing his fangs from the bag. "Do you mean one of those fancy typewriters with the screen?"

Akita stared at him, not blinking. "...Charles."

"What?"

Akita put his fork down and put his head in his hands. Before Charles could question him, his shoulders started shaking as he started to laugh. "Oh my God, you're so old." He howled out with laughter, tears in his eyes.

Charles frowned. "Akita, you knew this when we started our relationship."

Akita continued laughing, tears escaping and running down his face in black lines. "Fuck me, of course you make me laugh this hard on the day I run out of waterproof mascara!" He giggled as he came down from his hysterical high, wiping the black tears.

"You deserve it." Charles said stiffly.

Akita clicked his tongue and leaned forward, kissing his cheek. A burgundy imprint was left on his cheek and Charles rubbed at it. "Oh stop it. You know I love you, you old man." Akita kissed his cheek again.

Charles stared at him a moment before cracking a small smile. "I love you too. You fucking whippersnapper."

He barely ducked Akita's playful swipe.

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Charles dug through his old storage unit. It had to be here. It wasn't in his closet. It wasn't in his den. He checked everywhere he could have hidden his favorite gramophone so it had to be here.

His hand knocked the silver handle slightly and the old record player spat out a few irregular notes. He grinned widely and pulled it up from the mess. The wood was showing its age, the dark wood going light and the silver handle was tarnished.

He checked for cracks or water damage. Finding none, he grinned widely. A little elbow grease would bring the gramophone back to its former glory.

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He carried his record player into the bedroom. It had taken some time to restore it but it was well worth it.

He set a record into the turntable and gently set the needle into the groove of the disc. He turned the shiny new handle, watching the disc turn. There was a simple joy at watching a turntable work. Granted, part of it was that he knew how to work a turntable. Not like Pickles' confounded CDs or those accursed cassette players.

Soon enough, Waltz of the Flowers twinkled softly with the warm notes of the gramophone. He hummed alongside it as he closed his eyes. He could remember the first time he had ever seen The Nutcracker. He was around 800 years old at the time. The theater had been very dark, hiding his hungry eyes that reflected light and his elongated teeth as he stalked his prey. But before he could strike, the second act had started. The music had made him stop. His canines receded into his mouth as he was transfixed by the music.

The following day, he went to see the entire show, ignoring the hunger pains.

He opened his eyes and smiled softly. He lifted the needle and reset the vinyl.

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"So what is it that you wanted to show me?" Akita asked as Charles led him into their bedroom by the hand, Akita's fingers resting delicately on top of his.

Charles smiled as he opened the door. "Can't I ask for a dance?"

Akita laughed and squeezed his fingers. "It might cost you." He teased, eyelids lowering playfully.

Charles chuckled before winding the gramophone. Waltz of the Flowers started once again. He turned to Akita and bowed from his waist. He held out his hand. "May I?"

Akita grinned and took his hand. He was pulled close to the shorter man's chest. Charles placed one hand onto Akita's waist while the blonde placed a hand on his shoulder. Charles led them as they danced along with the music, occasionally stepping on Akita's feet accidentally.

"I'm glad we didn't put on shoes. I'd have no more toes then." Akita giggled as Charles' face turned a light shade of pink.

"How rude." Charles huffed as they continued their dance waltzing around their room. He pressed his cheek against Akita's shoulder as the music slowed, the two of them swaying even when the music came to a stop.

Akita pressed a kiss to his forehead and the two winced as the record player let out a shrill noise as the needle skipped over the grooves. Charles stopped the needle and lifted the arm.

"Charlie, you know there's an easier way to play music now, right?"

Charles turned and raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

Akita winked at him as he pulled his phone from the hidden pocket in his skirt. He opened Spotify while glancing at Charles with a smile. He searched for the soundtrack to The Nutcracker and played Waltz of the Flowers.

Charles jumped back, eyes going wide behind his glasses. "How is that small box making music?!"

He slowly stepped closer once he overcame his shock to poke the back of Akita's phone.

Akita laughed and pulled on his arm to join him at the base of the bed. "I'll show you."

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"So why do you only drink from blood bags?" Akita asked as he laid next to him, eyes half lidded as he fought to stay awake.

Charles removed his teeth from the plastic bag. "Well, it's simply easier and far less messy. They're more readily available than trying to hunt someone down."

Akita hummed as he nuzzled Charles' side. Charles' body was slowly warming up as the blood ran through his veins and arteries. "So when was the last time you bit someone?"

Charles ran a hand through the platinum blonde locks as he thought it over. "Oh, it must have been a good... three to four hundred years ago." He set the empty bag down. "It got easier maybe a hundred years ago or so when you humans started collecting blood."

Akita sat up, leaning forward. "Well... do you wanna try it again?"

Charles was glad he set the blood bag down for he was certain it would have slipped from his lax fingers. "...What?"

"Biting humans. I'd let you bite my neck. You can't turn me in one bite, right?"

"Well...no. I would have to drink all the blood from your system and replace it with venom, letting it circulate in your body. It takes several days and it can be quite painful if done incorrectly." He subconsciously rubbed the bite marks by his collar bone.

Akita shrugged his shoulders. "Well, there you go." He lifted his pajama shirt only to be stopped by Charles' cold fingers.

"I-I don't think we should. I don't have the same level of self control anymore." He averted his eyes from the tantalizing pale skin, his mouth going dry. His canines elongated as if he hadn't eaten in days. Venom filled his mouth and he swallowed roughly.

Akita smiled and kissed the tip of his fang where it was starting to peek. "I trust you not to hurt me." He pulled away and took off his pajama shirt.

Charles swallowed another mouthful of venom and leaned forward to cup Akita's face. "This is a dangerous idea, darling." He said hoarsely.

Akita grinned at him before leaning forward to kiss him, one hand holding his right wrist gently. He ignored the copper taste on Charles' lips as he carefully continued his soft kisses, wary of the vampire's fangs. "Honestly, Charlie. It's really okay." He murmured between kisses.

Charles grinned, flashing his fangs. He ran his fingers through Akita's hair as he kissed back. "You're either really brave or really stupid."

Akita rolled his eyes with a fond smile as he pulled away. "Wow, okay. I love you too." He pressed a kiss to the tip of Charles' nose.

Charles shook his head with a small smile of his own before kissing a path down to the junction between Akita's neck and shoulder. "Last chance." He whispered, the tips of his fangs tickling the skin.

Akita rolled his eyes again and gripped the back of his head. He pushed Charles' head forward with his fingers intertwined in the brown hair. "Do it, you big baby."

Charles closed his eyes as his fangs pierced the skin. His senses were overloaded. It had been so long since he drank fresh blood. Akita's warm body pressed against his, the soft smell of soap on Akita's skin, the warm metallic tang that lacked the plastic aftertaste of a blood bag, the gentle way Akita's breath hitched. He could feel Akita's fingers curl gently around his shoulders and he was hyper aware of the human's touch.

His body felt different. He couldn't remember the last time he felt his heart beat this fast. He finally pulled away, licking the droplets that escaped. Blood colored his cheeks and nose. His fingers were warm now.

Akita grinned at him, a little paler now and his eyes slightly glossy.

"You should have stopped me!" Charles scolded as Akita leaned back.

The blonde waved him off. "'M fine. 'M fine. Just a little dizzy."

Charles got to his feet. "You need foods high in iron. And maybe something sweet I suppose."

Akita nodded sleepily, his chin touching his chest. "Whatever you say, rakas." He yawned.

Charles shook his shoulder. "Darling, don't fall asleep."

Akita groaned and rubbed his face. "But Charlie, I'm sleepy." He whined as Charles shook him again when his eyes closed.

Charles sighed and lifted him up.

"Oh... we should take advantage of this..." He groaned as his head spun. "M-Maybe another time though.."

Charles shook his head. "You can think of sex at a time like this? You amaze me."

Akita cackled, his eyes momentarily going cross eyed. "I love you too." He clung to Charles' neck as the vampire carried him to the kitchen.

#metalocalypse #dethshit #dethshit writes #charles foster offdensen #cfo #dethklok #akita kujakissa #my ocs #established relationship #vampire character #vampire #cfo is really old #office dad #office dad is tired tm #kloktober2021 #yes this is late #but i'm working on it

[lilywoood]

Buddie Prompt 40

Here for you Noni & @overdramatic-an-true tagging also @felicitous-one​ @translucent-bisexual​ @cherishingstydia​ @diazbuckleysworld​

Words Count : 803

Song : Some Say - Nea

Maddie Buckley really loved her brother, she loved how compassionate and selfless he was, she loved how he always took care of her and didn’t hesitate to put his life at risk for her, hell she’ll never forget how he crossed the country just to save her...Maddie Buckley loved her brother and she always believed that he deserved the world and more but god couldn’t he be more obvious....

It was literally torture to see how much Evan Buckley was in love with one Edmundo Diaz, and how the other man shared his feelings, still the both of them remained clueless of the other turmoil.

 It was like looking at two lost puppies, she couldn’t for the love of god understand how they weren’t officially together, they were raising Eddie’s child as a pair for heaven sake.

Maddie really really loved her brother, but she wasn’t sure she could sustain this situation any longer, it was time for Cupid Maddie to intervene.

 The plan was relatively simple, Chim would distract Buck while Maddie would stole his phone and take matter in her own hand, on paper it seemed easy, in reality it wasn’t... Buck was glued to his phone and any of Chim’s attempts of distracting him were fruitless.

 Maddie was getting more and more frustrated by the minute, she didn’t know how to keep her brother away from his phone, sighing loudly she was on the verge of giving up when Buck made her way to her a confused look on his face.

-Something wrong Ev, she asked squeezing his arm.

-It’s Eddie, he frowned looking at his phone, he’s been ignoring my text for the past hour, he pouted.

 -Isn’t he on the long shift, she demanded reassuringly, maybe they had a call, she tried.

 -He would have told me before going, he mumbled leaning his head on her shoulder.

 -Ok you know what give me your phone, she ordered outstretching her hand, you need to clear your head a little, she smiled when he reluctantly gave her, thank you, she smiled pocketing it.

She discretely sent a wink to Chim and went back to the living room letting both men taking care of diner.

She throw a glance to the kitchen one last time before taking Buck’s phone from her pocket unlocking it, she directly went to his last texts refraining herself from sighing at how clueless her brother was, Eddie had been blatantly flirting with an unaware Evan...

Reading Eddie last message she quickly understood that the poor guy was clearly on the verge of giving up and had been ignoring her brother on purpose...

She looked back at the kitchen before deciding that she was going to use plan B, she went to his camera roll choosing one of his sexiest picture in bed, she also sent Eddie the kinkiest text she could think off.

 From Evan to Eddie: “All I can think about is you fucking me “

 Smiling satisfyingly she returned back to the kitchen to see how diner went, she sat herself on the countertop, smirking while giving his phone back to Buck.

 -Maddie what did you do, he asked tensing.

-Nothing, she gasped taking the beer Chim was tending her, well I did something but trust me you’ll thank me later, she smiled patting his cheek.

-Thank you for what Maddie, he squeaked, what did you do, he pressed trying to unlock his phone with shaking hand, shit Eddie is calling, he cursed isolating himself, don’t think we won’t talk about it Maddie, he called out.

 -What did you do?, Chim wondered embracing his girlfriend.

-Spiced things up, she smiled pecking his lips, poor Eddie had been flirting with my clueless brother all day, she sighed.

 Chim was on the verge of responding back when Buck made his way back in the kitchen searching frantically for his jacket and keys.

 -Everything alright Evan, Maddie asked worried by her brother’s distress.

 -Yeah, clearing his throat, Eddie’s coming over he says Chris is at Pepa, he rambled, says he wants to see me, he blushed.

 -Oh, both Maddie and Chim whistled, sharing a knowing look.

 -Guys, Buck moaned, it’s not like that, he flushed, well ok it’s like that but we’re just going to talk about it, Maddie raised her brow at him, promise, he added, sorry that I have to bail out on pasta Tuesday, he apologized.

 -Go see your boyfriend man, Chim laughed gently taping his shoulder.

 Buck nodded his cheeks still red, he rushed to the door closing it loudly beside him.

 -Well Cupid Maddie strike again, Chim joked clinking their beer.

 Hardly five seconds later they heard the door opening again and a breathless Buck rushed to kiss soundly his sister.

 -Thank you Maddie you’re the best, he smiled rushing back out.

#911 on fox #911 prompts #buddie fic #buddie #buck x eddie #madney #maddie x chim #eddie diaz #evan buckley #maddie buckley #chimney #clueless buck #frustrated eddie #obvious buck #9-1-1