#gosh i fucking hate drawing kisses

[talaok]

Love your writing! Could we please do a cute pregnant reader x Pedro going to and at the SAG awards in honour of our boy winning! 🤍🙏🏼

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x pregnant!reader

a/n: this is how i found out he won btw. I'm so happy for him i cant even, I just love that fucking guy gosh ahhhh (as always this request skipped the line bc it wouldnt make sense in a month)

Gif credits: @tessas-thompson

"thank you" you told him as he emerged from underneath your bump after having slipped your shoes on for you.

Turns out that when you're 7 months and a half pregnant, the most basic tasks like putting on shoes become a two person job.

He only smiled, kissing your belly and then your lips before standing up, offering you a hand to do the same.

"Heels would have looked much better with this dress" you pouted, studying yourself in the mirror, 

You hated ballerinas, but again, you weren't really in the condition to wear anything else.

"You look stunning sugar" he promised, kissing the crown of your head

You couldn't help but snort.

As much as he told you so over and over, together with everyone else in your life... you still struggled to see it, especially now in this uncomfortable dress.

"I look like a stuffed turkey" you sighed "and my boobs are so much bigger than when I first tried this dress, now they look a move away from spilling out"

His eyes twinkled with kindness, with love as he placed his hands on your waist and turned you towards him, away from your reflection.

"You're beautiful sweetheart" he promised, one hand now stroking your cheek as your own hands went to his waist "You're sexy and gorgeous and so fucking hot that if Coco wasn't still here I would demonstrate just how much right here right now" he growled, not giving you time to answer before he kissed you, soft at first, and then once you whimpered, it was like a switch turned and he was fiery and passionate and his left hand trailed to your ass and-

"Pedro!" you scolded him quietly, eyeing Coco on the other side of the room.

"she's seen worse"

She had.

Nonetheless, he took a step back, returning his hand to your waist.

"Thank you" you murmured, looking up into his hazel eyes "and by they way, you look very beautiful too"

You could have sworn you saw red staining his cheeks 

"thank you baby"

You adjusted his shirt, as you got lost in your own mind.

There he was, you beautiful, talented, Emmy, golden globe and SAG award nominated husband, looking every bit as perfect as ever.

And just like that, tears pooled in your eyes

"what's wrong?" he asked, worried

"I just-" you sniffled, trying to fight the tears as your lips trembled "I-I'm so proud of you"

"aw sweetheart" he cooed, half laughing as he wrapped you into his arms.

He'd gotten used to it now, taking care of your over-emotional self was part of his daily routine.

"Y-you just" you cried "you worked so hard a-" another quiet sob "and n- now you're finally getting the recognition you deserve I-"

"I know baby, I know" he cooed, softly kissing the top of your head "thank you" he smiled, his fingers drawing soothing circles on your back "It means a lot to me too,"

"I love you" you murmured, finally raising your head to look at him

"I love you too honey" he kissed you, laughing softly as he pulled back to see tears still running down your cheeks "You're gonna cry the whole night, aren't you?"

"I made the makeup artist use only waterproof products" was your way of saying yes, yes I'm going to, and yes I've already planned ahead

He chuckled, kissing your forehead as his hands trailed to your bump, soft kicks hitting his palms.

"She's excited" he murmured

"She's proud of her daddy too" 

__ __ __

Pedro Pascal.

Pedro Pascal.

Pedro P-

Your husband. they had called your husband.

It was probably comical from the outside, seeing the shock on both your faces as you stared blankly at each other, the way your mouth gaped open, while he slapped a hand onto his, it was like- it was like time had stopped, and the word went completely quiet, until- until-

"oh my god" you breathed, throwing your arms around him and hugging him so tight it probably hurt

He didn't dare speak a word as you leaned away, landing a kiss on his mouth as you gripped his face 

"go" you laughed, grinning like an idiot as tears glimmered into your eyes "go" you urged again, this time, having him comply.

You watched every step, every move, until he was right in front of the microphone, his award in his hands.

"This is umh" he mumbled "This is wrong for a number of reasons-" 

he was in shock, his voice trembling, his eyes watery, but he kept going

"b-but thank you hbo, Bella Ramsey, Craig Mazin, Neil Drukman, Frannie, and -" A shaky sigh fled his mouth, as he chuckled to himself "jeez louise I'm making a fool of myself and my wife is gonna make so much fun of me for it and-"

All the sudden his eyes were on you, 

"my wife" he smiled, his smile brighter than the sun "I wanna thank my beautiful, amazing, intelligent, and perfect wife" he said "I love you y/n, I love you and our daughter more than anything in this world and if I'm here today- If I'm here today is mostly because of you" 

You were shaking from how hard you were crying, from how happy, ecstatic, and euphoric you were for him.

"You've made me the happiest man on this earth, you've made me a dad, you- you're my everything sweetheart" he beamed "so thank you"

He stopped a moment, as if realizing only now this had all really happened

"And now I'm gonna stop talking 'cause I need to get down there to kiss you and try to make you stop crying" he laughed, ending his speech

"thank you, everybody, really, thank you"

__ __ __ 

He did exactly as he said,

he held you tight as he kissed you like the world was gonna end tomorrow, like if he didn't he was gonna die

And when he leaned away- when he leaned away time stopped once again, but as he pressed his forehead to yours, as you lost yourself in each other's eyes, you remembered

"You said it was wrong" you said, both your hands holding his face "but it's not" you shook your head, watching his eyes water "you deserve this baby, you do"

"sweetheart-"

"no" you shut him off, your voice hoarse from the sobs, but it didn't matter, you wanted him to know, you needed him to know "No I need you to understand that you do baby" You smiled "that you worked your ass off and that you deserve every single inch of this award" you took a deep breath, steadying your voice as you looked at him, so many unspoken words traveling between you

"ok?" you asked, finally

"ok" he beamed, kissing you again "God I love you so much"

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x f!reader #pedro pascal blurb #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal x fem reader #sag awards 2024 #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal x fem!reader #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x female reader #sag awards #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal imagine #dad!pedro pascal #the last of us #joel miller #tlou #the mandalorian #javier peña #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #fluff #pedrohub #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedrito #pedro pascal x gn reader

[cyberrose2001]

Hi hi! Your op drawings are so good?? My bby aaa drawing him (bots in gen) is so tough, I get too caught up in the details TT

Anyway, since I miss him lol I was wondering if I could request some... uh, gosh I hate this word but idk anything synonymous. Could I request pussydrunk tfp op?

Hope you're having a nice day/night btw <3

- 🍄

TFP pussydrunk!Optimus x reader

Hi hello!!I am very proud of this and it's probably up there with my list of my favourite fics I have ever written. Thank you so much for requesting and liking my silly sketches of the blorbo. I've written this as gender neutral <3

(lowkey ive been writing heaps of OP eating pussy,,, its a canon event for me i cannot intervene..... anyway its 11AM and i havent slept yet but i needed to finish hggggh *dies of horny*)

Warnings: Oral sex (reader receiving), edging, reader has a vagina.

Word count: 657

18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI

Spending time alone with you has learned to be one of Optimus' most treasured past times. But as much as it pains him, relaxing with you is a rare treat. The usual business of the base either keeps him up all night, or he genuinely has no time. However, he tries his best to make the most of it, whether he's relaxing with you, cuddling you, or with his head glued between your inner thighs. 

Like right now. It was nearing two AM. Optimus has you sprawled out on your shared berth, his face pressed against your aching heat, finally finding sweet relief from his built-up arousal. It's been too fragging long since his face was buried in you. He misses it, and if Optimus had a choice, he would sacrifice everything he's worked for to keep you bare before him.

Two hours. Optimus had been lazily lapping at you for two hours now. At one point, his helm had lulled to the side to rest against your right inner thigh to not strain his neck. His glossa grows tired, and his energon roars through his hot frame.

His stamina is almost depleted compared to when he initially delved into your drenched pussy. Despite this, Optimus still has the capacity to tightly grip your hips, gently massaging them as you lie still for him. He is weary, yet he perseveres, ignoring his aching joints and pulsing spike painfully pressed against the berth because tonight is about you. He will make up for all those lonely nights you've spent in berth alone in one lengthy oral session.

It's very often that when Optimus gives you oral, his mind feels like he's been transported to a higher plane of existence, one where he has no responsibilities or obligations to lead a team, just the mind-numbing taste of you. It makes him dizzy and light-headed, similar to the buzz he gets when he has a high grade or two, but Optimus prefers revelling in you instead to get his high. 

As ever patient as you are with your star-crossed lover, your hips still gently roll and shudder involuntarily against his glossa, and Optimus fucking loves it. He loves your soft cries when he sucks on your clit, and he loves when you clamp your legs around his helm when your orgasm is merely within reach. But he won't let you finish just yet, not when he's yet to relish and thoroughly drown himself in your sticky sweet.  

His warm optics remain lazily trained on your face, only fluttering close when you squeeze his helm. The pressure from your thighs only heightens his hunger, a carnal desire to swallow every drop of your aphrodisiac juices. 

"Mmmmm," You mewl, sweaty palms digging into the berth, "Fuck, I missed this… why don't we do this - aah - more often, baby…."

Optimus doesn't respond, and he can't because his processor is so intoxicated and aroused that he can't even form a single coherent sentence. It's quite ironic, he thinks. A mech of his nature that is so poised and articulate in his vocable is conned by his own desperate need to surrender his intake to his humans' essence.

"Mmmffh," He purrs into your heat, parting your sensitive lips with his glossa, lazily swirling around your bud before pressing a gentle kiss against it. He can't help but grind his spike into the berth below at your whimpers, servos kneading into your soft flesh, "More… Primus, I need more…."

You titter breathlessly, snaking a hand to the top of his helm to lightly press his face further into your pulsing heat, and Optimus delightfully grunts. You shiver, biting back a moan at the vibrations, "Go ahead, hun, you've got me for the rest of the night."

Optimus may need to blow a hole into the sun to prevent it from rising, since one night will never be enough to satisfy his thirst for you.

#transformers #transformers prime #transformers x reader #tfp optimus #tfp x reader #tfp optimus x reader #tfp optimus prime x reader #tfp x reader smut #valveplug #smut #cyberrosewrites

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 23 - Studio Sex]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Yoongi x sub f.Reader

Kinks: studio sex, sex in a chair, thigh riding, spanking but lovingly, praise, body worship, breast worship, stripping, Yoongi’s hands, creampies, Yoongi is a tease i hate him and need him and want him and love him!!!

Wordcount: 6k

a/n: yes besties, you’re getting more dom!bangtan. i think i’ve written too much sub stuff during kinktober that now i’m just way too tired of always taking the lead and i just wanna be taken care of for a change ahahhaha have fun this is so hot that i had to lie down afterwards🖤

“Hey there.”

The door to his studio falls into its lock behind you, closing with a beep.

“Yoongi?”

Your boyfriend obviously hasn’t heard you, busy typing and clicking away on his computer.

“Yoongi love?” so you try a second time.

Yoongi doesn’t react. No wonder. He has his headphones on and is playing music through them. You slip out of your coat and place it over the leather couch he has in his little studio. It was quite the homely place. The walls were painted a warm white, lighting fixtures were placed strategically for a relaxing feel and soft rugs covered the floors. They were mostly for soundproofing, but they still managed to give a cozy feel to the place, even if one of them told whoever entered his studio to very loudly Fuck Off. You know that you weren’t meant by it. Not you. Never you. You are the only person, next to Yoongi of course, who knows the code to his studio. And you know that you are always welcome here. 

You spent many days in his studio. You share food in here after work, talk about your days, fuck like animals. Some days you also come over solely to work in his presence. You really love those days because you get to spend time with him while doing your own thing. Yoongi really loves those days too, because he can work so much easier when you are close to him.

You aren’t wearing any shoes, having discarded of them in front of his studio. Yoongi has a clear no shoe policy in his studio and you totally get him. You never understood people who walk around their cozy spaces with their outdoor shoes on. That shit is rancid.

The rugs feel soft on your feet, muffling your steps as you hurry to him.

“Yoongi baby?” you try one last time.

Yoongi is nodding his head to whatever beat is currently playing in his headphones, tapping his fingers on the table. But no reaction to you.

So you reach out and touch his shoulder.

“Oh fuck”, he gasps loudly, flinching with his entire body.

“Oh sorry”, you gasp, pulling your hand away. He startled you just as much as you seemed to have startled him.

Yoongi slams his finger on the keys and stops the track from playing. He turns and looks up at you, removing his headphones. His eyes are widened in shock

“Don’t scare me like that”, he whines, “I almost died.”

“Gosh sorry, I said your name like three times, but you didn’t hear me”, you say, snickering.

“Ah baby”, he touches his own chest, “you just made my heart race. Don’t ever do that again”, he says whilst standing up.

“I’m sorry. You okay?” you say, drawing closer to him instinctively.

“Mhm, ‘m okay”, Yoongi mumbles, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you into a kiss.

It was a chaste kiss, but so incredibly sweet and full of love. It makes both of smile and rub the tips of your noses together.

“Missed you, love”, he says.

“Missed you too”, you answer him, keeping your eyes closed to enjoy his presence to the fullest.

You feel his lips on your forehead in a loving kiss and then he is already drawing back, sitting back down on his chair. It makes a little squeaking sound.

You grab the empty chair next to his’ and sit down, moving it closer to him. Yoongi keeps this chair empty for you. He may allow whoever comes in here for work to sit on it, but in his mind this is your chair. He loves it so much when you sit in it and pay him company. He likes to sneak glances at you whenever that happens, feeling giddy each and every time because he is so smitten for you.

Yoongi is already working again, eyes focused on Cubase. He unplugged his headphones so you can listen to what he is listening to and even turned the screen a little to make it easier for you to see.

You hug his arm, leaving one adoring kiss on it before resting your cheek on it. He is wearing one of his black hoodies today. The really soft one.

“You smell good”, you say, rubbing against him like a cuddly cat.

“You’re cute”, Yoongi says, placing his hand on your thigh to rub it softly. He doesn’t look away from the screen, but still has half of his attention on you.

“Are you still working on Dreamscape?” you ask him. It was the name of his current favourite project. Yoongi says that the name was only temporary, but you liked it nonetheless.

“Yes, I’m working on the beat. What do you think of that part?”

Yoongi presses play and shows you the first verse. It was just the melody and beat for now, but already sounded amazing. He stops it right before the chorus starts.

“You removed the strings.”

“Yeah”, he nods his head, “I thought they were too much.”

“Yes I agree. It sounds a lot more harmonious now. I really like it.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you, “thanks”, he mumbles shyly and looks back at his screen. Your opinion matters a lot to him, so hearing that you like what he did makes him really happy.

You enjoy a few moments of silence after that. You spend it resting your cheek on his arm and touching him mindlessly. Yoongi spends it perfecting the second verse and holding your thigh. Every now and then, one of you also turns their head just to give the other a little kiss.

“How was the dentist by the way?” Yoongi asks into the silence.

“It was good. She told me that my teeth are all very healthy, but that I should floss more”, you tell him.

“Flossing is overrated.”

“Yeah, I agree”, you snicker, “but it really helps. We should both do it more.”

“No thank you, I’m good. It’s too much work.”

“Goddamn it Yoongi, I was trying to make you my official motivational coach. Don’t ruin my plans”, you whine, pinching his tummy gently.

Yoongi tenses it and places his hand over yours to hold it and also prevent you from tickling him again.

“I can still be your coach, I’m just not gonna do it with you.”

“Yeah as if that ever worked for us. Remember when you were supposed to help me eat less chocolate and we failed miserably?”

“Yeah, because diets are dumb. Just eat whatever you wanna eat. I wanna see you happy, not on a stupid diet”, he whines.

“Aren’t you the one currently on an anti coffee diet?”

Yoongi looks at you with slightly squinted eyes.

“That is only because it’s giving me heart palpitations and I wanna stop that. Did you-“, he pouts, “did you just come here to bicker with me?”

“No god”, you chuckle, leaning in to kiss his pouty lips, “sorry, I hope you know that I don’t mean it in a rude way.”

“Yeah whatever, I know”, he kisses your lips and looks back at his screen.

You gaze at him, playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. He is currently growing it out, looking so handsome with it. He is also wearing two hairclips today, using them to keep the strands out his face. His glasses are perched atop his nose, reflecting the screen.

“You look so handsome.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you, clearly flustered by the surprise compliment. He looks away again and gives you one of his small, toothless smiles and a nod of his head.

He makes you smile. You love giving him compliments. He is always so cute when he receives them.

You let your eyes wander down his body. The hoodie suits him so well. You love it so much when Yoongi wears pretty clothes, but there was just something about seeing him in casual clothes that gets you. Maybe it is the fact that only a few people can see him like that and he counts you to that little circle. Or maybe it is simply because it is Yoongi and he is the most handsome man on earth.

“Yoongi?”

“Yes love?”

“You're so handsome.”

“Mhm.”

“No I mean it. You are so handsome.”

“I heard you the first two times”, he mumbles, touching his ear shyly.

You smile and lean in to peck his cheek.

“You’re so cute.”

“Mhm”, he turns and pecks your lips, chuckling when you try to chase him only to fail because he turns his head away again. He did so only to tease you of course.

“Can I sit on your lap?” you ask him, rubbing his thigh softly.

“You’re gonna be horny, aren’t you?”

“No?” you chuckle in embarrassment, “I just wanna be closer to you.”

Yoongi glances at you, “are you okay?” he asks, making space for you.

You climb on him, placing your knees on each side of his thighs. You plop down, wrapping your arms around him and resting your cheek on his shoulder.

“Yes, I’m okay. Why do you ask?”

“Cause if you’re not horny, then you only wanna sit on my lap when you’re upset.”

“Yes true, but sometimes I’m also just horny.”

Yoongi exhales loudly, making you chuckle.

"You told me that you wouldn’t be. Literally two seconds ago”, he whines.

"Yeah well…"

“Baby I fucked you so good this morning. Are you seriously horny again?"

You laugh, snuggling closer.

“Would it be so bad if I was horny again?”

“No, but I can’t get shit done when you’re always on my dick.”

“Who says you have to get the song done today?”

“The deadlines.”

“And who made those deadlines?”

“I did, but that’s beside the point”, Yoongi cranes his neck to look at your face, “stop being so horny all the time”, he says, giving your butt a soft spank.

You chase it with a little wiggle of your hips.

“I wasn’t even horny right now, but if you keep spanking me, I’ll change my mind”, you say.

Yoongi’s faux annoyance façade breaks instantly. He snorts and chuckles, eyes softening in fondness.

“You’re so cute”, he says, pecking your forehead and looking back at his screen.

You rest your cheek on his shoulder, getting lost in his scent. Yoongi has the best chest to lean on. So strong and safe and always so warm. You love being close to him so, so much.

Yoongi keeps his hand on your ass. It feels so big and so strong. Quite frankly, it does rile you up a little. You really love his hands. They are so sexy. So having him hold your ass like that messes with your sanity just a little.

“I’m really happy that you’re here, baby”, Yoongi tells you, “I can really feel my energy rising because of you.”

“I’m happy to be of help”, you cuddle into him, pressing your chest against his, “I love being here.”

Yoongi sighs happily, giving your butt a soft pat. 

“I'm serious, don’t spank me”, you warn, poking your finger into his tits. 

“I'm not spanking you. This would feel something along the line of this”, he says and does the unthinkable of truly landing a spank on your ass. It was loud and leaves a slight burning sensation on your skin.

“Ah”, you moan, chasing him desperately while your thighs squeeze around him.

“Baby what the hell?” Yoongi gasps.

You lift your head, meeting his widened eyes. He looks flabbergasted.

“That was so loud”, he says, “I, I was just joking with you and-“

He can’t finish his sentence because you kiss him before he can. You kiss him sloppily and oh so desperately, moaning into his mouth whilst rolling your hips over his thigh. 

“Wait woah wait”, Yoongi breaks the kiss and laughs, "darling wait." 

“Yoongi kiss me”, you beg, chasing him with closed eyes. 

“Baby, I have to work.”

“Yeah and you made me horny”, you whimper softly, grinding your pussy against his clothed thigh. It feels so soft and warm, you love it so much, “you can’t just spank me and then act like this wouldn’t affect me.”

“You're so strange sometimes. You don’t even like getting spanked”, he says with amusement in his voice and fondness in his eyes. 

“Yeah well”, you pout, “let me be. Humans are weird. I just feel like it today.”

“I'm not judging. We're all complicated creatures. We sometimes like stuff we never liked before and vice versa.”

“Exactly”, you snicker, “what a poetic way of saying it.”

Yoongi chuckles, rubbing your butt softly. 

“Mhhm Yoongi please”, you whine, moving closer, “can we do something?”

“Baby you said you weren’t horny and that I could work”, Yoongi is only pretending to be annoyed. Quite frankly he loves the little game you are currently playing.

“Yeah but that was before you were sexy.”

“Oh? So I’m not sexy on normal days?”

You squish his cheeks, “you’re always sexy, but now you are super sexy.”

He snorts, “I still gotta work.”

You give him a pout.

Yoongi’s eyes soften. He reaches up to caress your chin, holding it between two of his fingers afterwards.

“What do you want, my baby?” he asks in his typical I’d do anything for you voice.

“I just want…you. Something of you.”

“Yeah? Do you wanna ride my thigh for a little, mhm?”

You nod your head, feeling your stomach tingle in excitement. Yoongi gives you his prettiest smile, caressing your chin again.

“I can do that for you. Start whenever you feel like it”, he whispers, turning you weak with just the sound of his voice.

You scramble off his lap. Yoongi watches with his lips slightly agape in awe. Not that he could do anything other than watch you. You placed yourself right in front of his screen. Yoongi doesn’t mind one bit, enjoying the little show with a racing heart. You step out of your sweats first.

“I’m not wearing nice panties today”, you confess, giggling shyly whilst trying to tug your shirt over your butt.

Yoongi furrows his brows angrily, looking highly displeased by your words.

“Come closer”, he orders.

You follow instantly, gasping when he places his hands on your hips. His eyes flit up.

“Can I see?” he asks.

“Yes”, you whisper, “don’t laugh.”

“Never”, he promises, changing his gaze to your middle. He tugs your shirt up, keeping it from slipping down by touching your waist with the fabric between his palm and your body. His eyes run over your clothed middle and the lilac cotton panties you are wearing. The frilly edge is just a little washed out and frayed. Yoongi swears he has never seen something more beautiful.

“You are so beautiful”, he says, gazing up at you, “I don’t know what bullshit you’re talking about. I love those panties.”

“Really?” you say, feeling your cheeks burn up.

“Of course. They look really comfy and soft and make your skin look so pretty.”

“They are really comfy”, you say, swaying from side to side giddily.

“That’s good to hear”, Yoongi smiles, “can I touch them?”

You nod your head vigorously.

“Hold the shirt for me, love.”

You follow without hesitation, watching his hands with sparkly eyes. Yoongi dances them down along your tummy, eyes glowing in adoration.

“You’re so beautiful”, he whispers, brushing against the hem of the panties. He outlines the frilly edge, lips curling into a content smile.

“They’re washed out already”, you whisper.

“Hush. They’re perfect”, he silences you, smile growing.

You feel like burning up and squeaking and jumping around. Yoongi makes you feel so pretty and sexy and happy.

He abandons the edge to run his thumbs down to your pussy. He never touches you, lifting his thumb right before he meets where you ache the most. Now he is hovering right above your clit, driving you crazy in desperation.

Yoongi lifts his gaze.

“Do I have permission?” he asks.

“Just do it. Oh my god, you tease”, you whine, making him grin.

“So impatient”, he whispers, lowering his eyes back to where it is most important. He finally lowers his thumb, connecting it with your clit.

You gasp, chasing him instantly. You can’t feel a lot because of the position and the panties, but it is Yoongi’s touch. Yoongi’s. And that means that it feels ten times more intense. He runs his thumb down your pussy, eyes following the touch and smile adorning his face. You seriously have to hold back from crumbling.

“So warm”, he breathes, letting his touch linger on your entrance. He draws slow circles, holding your squirming hips with his unoccupied hand, “baby, you’re so warm.”

“You’re such a tease”, you complain in a whine.

“What do you mean?” he asks innocently, gawking up at you.

“Touch me more.”

Yoongi smirks in amusement, doing the unthinkable traitorous act of pulling his hand away. You are outraged, scandalized, betrayed!

“No please”, you beg, reaching for his wrist to pull his hand back where it belongs.

Yoongi laughs, eyes sparkling in mischief.

“You’re so horny, baby. Oh my god. Didn’t you say I could still work? And now you wanna make me touch you?” he teases, painting the hottest warmth of embarrassment onto your cheeks.

“You’re so mean”, you whine, swaying from side to side needily.

Yoongi stops the movements by gripping your hips strongly, forcing your knees to buckle in desperation.

“And you’re wet”, he says, eyes flitting up to meet yours. They are darkened in arousal, glistening dangerously, “I can see it soaking your pretty little panties. Just a little stain right…”, he dances his thumb down to where your panties are soaked, “…there”, he says, pressing his thumb against it.

You tense up and gasp, hips chasing him in needy rolls. It makes his thumb grind against your pussy.

Yoongi lets you do that long enough for the stain to grow a little. Then he stops you, retreating his touch to grip your hips again.

“Please”, you whimper.

“That’s where you’re wet”, he ignores your beg to keep on teasing.

“Please more”, you plead.

Yoongi hums contently, abandon your hips to dance his touch to the hem of your panties.

You wait with bated breath.

“Such pretty panties”, he whispers, trailing his touch further up your body.

You whine, making him smirk. He knows that you thought that he would undress you. He gets off on making you whine though, so obviously he’s not going to give it to you so quickly.

“Do you want to sit for me, baby?” 

You are on his lap before he could even finish his sentence, mounting him like a needy animal. Yoongi laughs at your eagerness, letting you find your comfy spot with stretched out arms. With your hands on his shoulders and your pussy against his thigh, you stare at him, waiting for what he’ll do next.

“So eager”, he rasps, running his hands down your back until he can grab your ass. He watches you with cat-like attention, massaging your butt softly. Your breath trembles as it leaves you, your eyes fill with desperate pleasure. Yoongi lifts his hands. You gasp and stick your ass out. That is all he needed to know. He lowers them in a spank, eliciting a shudder to run through your entire body.

“Oh god”, you croak, hiding away in his chest while your hips rut against his thigh with all their might.

Yoongi quite frankly feels so fucking affected by your reaction that it gets really fucking hard to breathe for him. You are so needy today. He is so into that.

“You really liked that, didn't you?” he asks, massaging your heated buttocks.

You nod your head, whimpering his name.

“You're so sexy, love”, he rasps, gathering more of your ass to massage it slowly, “love that ass so much.” 

You mewl, squeezing your eyes shut and twisting a bundle of his hoodie. You really weren’t planning to be horny right now, but you don’t regret it. You love this so much. His touch is so addicting.

Yoongi runs his left hand up to your head. He tilts it up with a strong grip, making sure you can’t escape his eye contact.

“Are you having fun?” he asks to which you nod your head.

“Yes.”

“You do. That’s good to hear.”

“More”, you croak, chasing him needily. 

You can see the moment Yoongi realises what that means. His love-filled eyes darken in arousal, eyelids lowering dangerously. He leans in, making sure his lips brush against your ear. 

“You're gonna count to five for me now. Can you do that, mhm?”

You squirm, panties getting soaked more and more because of him.

“Yes. I can do that ”, you rasp, readying yourself by sticking your ass out.

Yoongi kisses your ear, “good girl”, he whispers, straightening back up afterwards. 

He runs his big hand down to your ass, tracing the soft skin first. 

“Ready?” he asks, eyes racing between yours.

“Yes”, you whisper, chasing him.

“Good. Start counting for me.”

“One”, you croak, readying yourself by gripping his strong shoulders.

Spank. 

Yoongi’s hand comes into contact with your right buttock, making it jiggle. A stinging burn remains, making you moan in bliss. 

“How's that, baby?” he asks, soaking up your droopy gaze. You looked so sexy when he spanked you. All surprised but oh so happy.

“Please more. T-two”, you beg, lifting your hips needily. 

Spank.

Yoongi hit your left side for symmetry, making it sting oh so nicely. Your pussy throbs, aching to be stuffed. 

“Oh god please”, you whimper, resting your head back against his chest, “three please.”

“That's so hot. You’re so sexy”, Yoongi rasps and spanks you again. He grips your flesh right afterwards, prolonging the burn by massaging it aggressively, “such a good girl.”

Spank.

“A-ah four”, you squeak, leaking all over his thigh. The spank surprised you so much. It hurts and burns and you are riding on its high. Yoongi doesn’t use particularly much force, knowing very well that you aren’t normally into it. So he wants to make sure you are still comfortable in your spontaneous fun, keeping his spank gentle but rough enough to give you a little glimpse of painful heaven. You don’t seem to mind, writhing on his lap needily.

“There we go. One more baby. One more and we're done”, he speaks softly, tracing your skin with his palm. It feels so hot to the touch. He can also feel that you are soaking through his sweats, feeling his cock strain his boxers because of it.

“Five please”, you beg, thighs trembling when he lands his last spank on your ass. It was harsh and rough, leaving a burning imprint on your skin. He wanted the last one to stay in your memories and judging by how needily you start humping his thigh, it will.

“There we go. All done”, Yoongi soothes the sensitive skin, cock aching in his sweats, “that was amazing baby. You did so well.”

“Please fuck me”, you beg and sob softly, “p-please fuck me.”

“Look at me.”

You follow instantly, showing him your glassy eyes. Yoongi places his hand at the back of your neck and leans in, making your breath hitch in your throat. He is gazing at your lips, being so close to kissing you. You tremble in excitement. Finally, you think, finally you’ll get his cock.

“No”, he however breaks your horny, little heart with one word, having the audacity to smirk afterwards, “you’ve got what you wanted. Now let me work.”

“Yoongi please”, you voice comes out both breathy and squeaky, your eyes burn unbearably.

“No, you can’t sway me. You wanted to ride my thigh, so get on with it”, he taunts, pulling back despite all the whining you are doing.

The cocky amusement on his face almost makes you want to fight him. He is doing this on purpose. He just made you soaking wet by spanking you, makes you ride his thigh, barely touches your pussy on purpose just so he can be a tease and leave you hanging. Oh, you want to break into the neediest tears. You need him so bad. Everything aches.

Yoongi is currently pretending to look at his screen, acting all busy by pressing random buttons on the keyboard. You take a look down at his crotch, feeling the urge to fight him grow. He is even sporting a boner. Loud and proud it is stretching his sweats.

“Yoongi please”, you beg quietly, rolling your hips over his thigh. The friction is so goddamn addicting.

He shakes his head.

“You’re so mean, I’m gonna fight you”, you complain, pushing at his chest.

His lips curl into a lazy smirk.

You huff out air and make your next move. You hook your fingers in your shirt, taking it off in one smooth movement. When you are free of it and have thrown it on the ground, you look back at Yoongi.

He is gawking at your chest with widened eyes, chest heaving up and down quickly.

“Please?” you try.

“You didn’t actually go to the dentist without a bra on, did you?”

“Maybe? Maybe I only took it off because I knew I’d be coming here. Maybe it’s still in my coat pocket. Maybe I want you to keep it here with you once I leave. Who knows.”

Yoongi gulps, placing his hands right under your breasts.

“Why are you seriously the sexiest woman on earth, ___?” he asks, voice deeper than usual.

You giggle. Jackpot. You’ve got him hooked again.

“Oh my fucking god, can I please touch them?” he whines.

“Yeah, touch them.”

Yoongi growls and goes to bury his face in your tits. He moans deliciously, inhaling deeply while his hands squeeze your flesh desperately. You laugh because he is adorable, chasing him with an arch of your back.

“You’re so sexy, holy fuck I’ve hit the jackpot”, he babbles, kissing every single inch of your chest, “I’m so lucky. Holy fuck, baby. My pretty baby.”

He makes you feel equal parts giddy and horny. Being praised feels so good when he is doing it. He is always so honest in his words. His touch always feels a hundred times more amazing because of it.

“So pretty. I fucking love your tits. You’ve got the best tits, baby. The motherfucking best”, he mumbles before taking your left nipple between his lips to suck on it gently.

“Ah, baby”, you gasp, squirming on his lap.

Yoongi slurps quietly, releasing your nipple just to kiss a path to your right one.

“I love you, love you like crazy. I’m the luckiest man”, he murmurs, showing you his gratitude by kissing and licking your nipple. He swirls his tongue right around it, eyes closed in bliss and chest rumbling in moans.

You moan too, tilting your head back in bliss. You can feel that touch all the way down to your pussy. This is exactly how he always eats you out. Little kisses and quick circles on your clit. The sensation is so familiar that it almost feels as if he is licking your clit right now.

You most definitely tremble just as much and your pussy most definitely aches just as much.

“Your nipples are so swollen. I’m going insane”, Yoongi whines with suffering in his voice, kissing his way back to your left side, “my cock’s so fucking hard, I want your pussy so bad.”

“Fuck me please”, you beg, feeling oh so weak from his licks.

Yoongi looks up at you, breaking away from your chest even if it hurts you both. He cups your cheek, forcing your forehead to rest against his’.

“Take my cock out”, he orders.

You work without hesitation. Yoongi helps you by lifting his butt from the chair so you can tug his clothes down easily. You tug them down until his knees and then Yoongi takes over, stepping out of them messily. They end up pooling around his left ankle, but he can’t be bothered. He needs to fuck you. Now.

“Lube?” he asks.

“No”, you shake your head, busy taking off your panties, “don’t need it.”

"Condom?"

“No, want you creampieing me", you say, throwing the panties on his desk. Yoongi eyes them hungrily as they landed right on his keyboard then looks at your now completely naked body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Wanna creampie you”, he rasps, caressing your cheek, “get on this fucking cock. Now.”

You waste not even a second, climbing atop of him to sink yourself down.

“Ah baby”, he moans, holding your hips.

“Yoongi”, you whimper, sinking into the sensations. His cock gives the best fucking stretch ever. He fits like no other, filling you up so good. Especially right now after all the teasing he put you through. You could honestly cum the moment he bottoms out from just how needy he has gotten you.

“Okay that’s fucking amazing. How are you doing, love?” Yoongi says, half-lidded eyes racing over your features.

“I wanna cum”, you confess, eliciting a deep chuckle from him.

“You wanna cum?” he asks, letting his head fall against the backrest of his chair just so he can watch you better. He looks so good like this. All cocky and confident and with his glasses all pretty on his nose. 

“Yeah”, you whimper, “I’m really sensitive.”

“Poor baby, she’s sensitive”, he coos and begins rocking your hips for you, “so if I do this, is it already too much for you, mhm?”

“A-almost”, you get out, having to gasp for air afterwards.

“Almost”, Yoongi repeats and hums, “well that’s too bad”, he rasps, continuing his loving guidance. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth on his cock, shifting it inside you just enough to rile you up and keep you right there with. Right there, on this warm wave of pleasure. The kind which creeps so deep and stays for so long. The kind, which you never ever want to end. 

"It feels so good", you whisper, whimpering softly afterwards.

"Yes baby, it does. You’ve got the best pussy. I love fucking that pussy, love it so much", he is lulling his words, which means he was struggling just as much. 

"It's, it’s so much better than w-working, isn’t it?" you tease, having to gasp for air.

Yoongi chuckles lazily, eyes lowering playfully. 

"It's the fucking best. Love having you on my dick", he smiles, giving your hips a loving squeeze, "keep moving just like this, baby. It’s perfect."

"Yeah", you croak, letting your eyes fall closed. You are moving on your own. Yoongi is still helping, but really doesn’t have to. You want to keep moving. His cock is the best, you feel so fulfilled right now. 

Yoongi’s smile grows. His left hand leaves your hips just so he can cup your cheek instead. His heart flutters when you lean into his touch and your face lights up in happiness. He brushes his thumb over your cheek. 

"You're so beautiful", he whispers, moaning softly because you clench around him in reaction. He chases the sensation with a careful thrust, eliciting a shake from you.

"Yoongi", his name sounds like honey when you say it, filling him with so much happiness. 

Yoongi gives you another thrust, holding your cheek safely in his big hand. 

You moan, tensing around him and nose scrunching up in pleasure. 

Yoongi loves that view so much. 

"Are you enjoying yourself, baby?" he asks, not because he is doubting himself but because he loves hearing you say it.

"Yes", you sigh, nodding your head slowly, "I'm really close." 

"I know baby, I know. You’re such a good girl, you know that?" he praises, making you tense around his cock. He slips his hand from your hip and places his thumb against your clit.

"Oh fuck-", you exclaim, head tilting back in bliss and hips completely loosing their rhythm. You shake uncontrollably, pussy convulsing around him like crazy. 

"There we go. Shake for me. You’re so pretty", he rasps, rubbing circles on your swollen clit. He gives you slow thrusts, dancing his hand down to your chest to play with your nipples. 

"Yoongi", you mewl his name, dragging out his last syllable. You feel so charged. The build up is crazy. You can’t think straight. This is too good. 

"It's okay, you’re okay. I'm right here with you", Yoongi soothes you, "cum for me, baby. It’s safe."

"Yoongi" you squeak, "I love you", you sob, falling into him as you fall into your high. You feel broken in the most beautiful of ways, never wanting the shakes to stop.

"I love you too baby. You’re doing so well. So, so well", Yoongi talks you through your orgasm, helping you ride it out with expert touches. He knows what your body needs during those moments, having helped you over the edge hundreds of times before. It never becomes boring, never ever. 

Yoongi allows you to calm down once your high has stopped. He rubs your back and keeps his hips still, floating on your afterglow with you. His cock is so sensitive, each time your pussy clenches he feels charged. 

"You did so good. You were such a good girl", he whispers to you.

"Did you cum too?" you ask him, voice frail but happy.

Yoongi kisses your shoulder, "all that matters is that you had fun."

"What?" your head shoots up, big eyes on him instantly, "no. No, don’t say that. I want you to cum too." 

"You don’t have to."

"Be quiet", you say, moving your hips even if you are still a little dizzy from your orgasm. 

Yoongi groans, furrowing his brows. His hands fall to your hips, squeezing them desperately. 

"I wanna be creampied by you. You have to cum too", you insist, bouncing on his cock.

"You're gonna get it, trust me", he gets out and groans, eyes closed and lips parted.

"Yeah? That’s so hot. Do you like how I move my hips?" 

"Faster please." 

"Like this?" you say, putting more vigour in your movements for Yoongi’s enjoyment. 

Yoongi moans loudly and arches his back. He nods his head vigorously, feeling his cock throb inside you. 

"Don't stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop", he begs, resorting to making deep sounds of pleasure afterwards.

"You're the best human ever, Yoongi. And, and your cock’s so amazing", you say, burying your fingers in his hair to play with it. He’s such a sensitive scalp that hairplay always gets him oh so good. 

"I'm gonna cum", he croaks, squeezing your hips strongly.

"Please fill me up. Make me drip, baby. Please", you beg, throwing Yoongi over the edge with a clench of your walls.

Yoongi moans your name as he climaxes, pumping you full of his warm cum and holding your hips so tightly you fear he might bruise them. 

"Yes! Oh god stuff me. Yoongi, ah Yoongi", you encourage him, enjoying his orgasm with a dizzy head. 

"___", he whimpers, shaking one last time and then he comes down hard. 

He slacks in the chair, panting heavily to recover. You help him by leaning in and kissing his face, twirling strands of his hair between your fingers. His cock is still throbbing inside you, filling you up so nicely.

"You're seriously so amazing", he lulls, wrapping his arms around you to hug you. 

"You too", you say, resting against him, "I feel so dizzy now."

"Yeah same", he laughs breathily, "the way you always make me cum. Are you a witch or something?" 

You snicker, "maybe. That would be kinda cool."

He smiles, "yeah and hot", he agrees, exhaling loudly afterwards, "I'm so dead."

"Yeah same", you agree, sighing contently.

Yoongi hugs you tighter.

"Thank you for this. I'm always teasing, but I seriously love it when you’re horny. This was so much fun", he says.

"Yeah, I loved it too", you whisper, "I wanna wear my panties with your cum still inside by the way."

"Hot? What the hell you’re gonna make me hard again."

"You still are. I can feel it", you laugh, wiggling your hips and therefore moving your pussy around him.

Yoongi whines, "mercy baby, I’m just a weak man."

"Gosh Yoongi, you’re so cute", you giggle, lifting your head so you can finally kiss him.

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Kiss Me, I'm-

A Curtis and Honey Holiday Special

Summary- 3.2k Curtis x Plus Sized Reader. Saint Patrick's Day is in full swing at Paulie's Bar. You and Paulie play a friendly game of flip cup, that results in the whole bar getting a special holiday round of beer. As well as an opportunity for Curtis to get you all to himself.

Warnings- Dirty Talk, Sexual Activities, Alcohol Consumption, Buzzed/Drunk.

A/N- Thank you so much @mumbles411 for reading through this piece as well as all our conversations about Curtis and Honey. I really appreciate all the times you just drop a random thought and we weave whole scenarios around it. @bigtreefest thank you so much for dropping that ask in my inbox that prompted this. To all the readers, gosh you guys are incredible. Thank you!

If you happen to celebrate the holiday, please stay safe.

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“You can try to kick my ass at this.” You smirked as you flicked the cap off of a jameson bottle, the top spinning across the bar's counter till Paulie smacked his hand against it to keep it from spinning onto his floor. 

“Oh girl, I know I am going to.” Paulie set down a line of red solo cups between the two of you, his eyes narrowed at your challenge. “Saint Patricks Day is a bartender's Christmas, I’m not about to let you out-flip me at flip cup.” He informed you while taking the bottle of Jameson, pouring some whiskey down the line and finishing the rest of the cups with his green beer. 

Edgar at your side scrunched up his face. “So instead of Santa, you have little leprechauns you look forward to? Just fucking creepy man, I hate those little bastards.” He shuddered. 

You laughed while bumping your shoulder against Edgar’s. “Even Lucky the lucky charms leprechaun?” 

“ESPECIALLY HIM! You know he is a scheming little bastard. You’ve seen the movies, those leprechauns will murder you just because.” 

Paulie scoffed at Edgar, setting the bottle and pitcher aside. 

“Oooh! That was such a terrible set of movies.” You glanced over your shoulder towards where Curtis was in a game of pool with Ella. “We should watch the leprechaun movie later!” The balls clanked loudly after he took his shot and straightened up, leveling you a look. 

“Honey, you taking that line of shots with Paulie, you’re gonna be out of commission tonight.” You scoffed to hide your grin, knowing he was right. After this topped  off with the green beer Paulie was serving to celebrate, you were gonna be wasted. “Okay, tomorrow then.”

Ella piped up from the other side of the pool table. “Oh, I vote sleepover and we build a fort in the living room to watch them. Curtis can make us his hangover cure.” 

“Deal.” You gave her some cheesy finger guns while Curtis eyed you, a playful gleam in his expression. 

“Remember that when I’m trying to get you out of bed tomorrow.” 

“Wait, can I crash this sleepover?” Edgar pouted and you slung your arm over his shoulder, drawing him in close. 

“The more the merrier, of course you're invited.” From behind you, you could hear Curtis and Ella debating about the best hangover cures and just how committed Curtis was to cooking for all of you in the morning. 

“Okay! Back to what we were doing… Paulie, you ready?” 

“At drinking you under the table? Sweetheart I was born ready.” He curled his fingers on one of the cups at one end, preparing. You both stare at each other trying to intimidate the other. “The one with the most flipped cups wins.” 

Curtis came up behind you at some point, his hands resting on your tense shoulders, squeezing lightly and you saw Paulie's eyes flicker behind you. “Bet’s on that Y/N gets in more shots. I know my girl, she doesn’t back down from a challenge.”

Oh did that make you tingle all over at his praise. Now you absolutely had to win.

“Prepare to lose your money Everett.” Paulie shot back but you just gave a cool smirk at the man. Edgar watched the clock above the bar and as soon as the second hand hit the new minute mark, his palm slammed down on the bar, making you leap into action. 

You were good at this game, college had taught you the efficiency of keeping calm instead of trying to rush in flipping the cups. 

Meaning while Paulie was fumbling with some of his flips, yours were steadily flipping in the correct manner, wincing whenever you came across the shots of whiskey, the beer though went down a lot easier. 

“Son of a bitch, flip.” Paulie sputtered, seeming to get stuck halfway up the line. You were laser focused, the whiskey making your eyes water with every heavy swallow. Curtis was whispering in your ear about how you were turning him on right then.

“Come’on Pretty Girl. Show them how good my girl is.” 

Between that and the burn of alcohol, you were swimming in the rush of it. The last cup flipped and you threw your hands up in victory with a cheer, just barely beating out Paulie by a matter of seconds. From behind you Curtis gave a victory yell, pulling you into him while you were still jumping and dancing in your win. 

“Ya got lucky.” Paulie huffed while Curtis reached over you to grab the Jameson bottle and took a drag off it, claiming it for himself. 

“My girl has fucking talent.” Curtis praised, his arms enclosing you against his firm chest. Warmth filled you, feeding you till you squirmed back against him, his grunt quietly muffled in your hair. 

“Tease.” He whispered, flexing his hold on you to keep you still for now. 

The whiskey as well as the rush of excitement had you floating on that feel-good sensation that you were ready to ride till it faded away. 

“Alright Y/N, how are we celebrating?” Paulie leaned against the bar after cleaning up the pile of red solo cups and the remnants of jameson spilled across the bar. 

“Beers.” You demanded. “St.Patrick’s Day demands it.” 

“How about the next round on me then?” Paulie offered, gathering up the pitchers of beer to refill glasses. 

“THE WHOLE BAR?” came a shout from somewhere in the room, you suspected it was Ella. Paulie conceded, waving over his customers to claim their free beer. 

Curtis took his chance with the rush to the bar, tugging you away from the crowd and slipping the two of you through doors leading to the back rooms and the office. You giggled as he rounded on you, grabbing your hips and swinging you up to wrap your legs around his waist. “We aren’t supposed to be back here.” You chided, teasing as your hand wrapped around the back of his neck, hovering your lips close to his. 

“Paulie is too fucking busy now losing part of his profits to notice where we are.” Curtis growled while continuing his mission to get you all to himself. Pushing open the office door with his shoulder, his hand fumbled on the lock while you crashed your mouth to his, 

Pinning you back against the door, your head banged back with a soft thud while he traveled away from your lips, grinding into you. 

“How's that whiskey treating you Pretty Girl?” 

You whimpered when you felt his kiss at your pulse point turn harder, making you tingle at the sensation. “Good, really good…” 

“Want me to make it even better?” His mouth finds your ear, teasing you enough to make you bite your lip at the loss of his mouth. 

This man knew how to drive you crazy, your body arching to press against his all that much more although he already had you pinned tightly against the door. “Please Curtis?” Your tone is aching and needy, lust filled.

“Fuck when you sound like that.” He growled as his mouth reclaimed yours, swinging you away from the door and falling back into the chair behind the office desk, while your hands reached between you two, tugging his belt open. “It makes me so fucking hard for you.” 

“How long do you think we have?” You moved to kiss along his bristled jawline, nipping at his neck while he reached around you to shake the computer mouse and pull up the bar's cameras. 

“Plenty of time Pretty Girl.” He wrapped a hand into your hair, pulling you back till you were sitting up straight and his eyes could roam up and down your body, licking his lips like you were just made to be devoured. “Get out of those pants and turn around.” His palm smacked against your ass, making a slapping sound but your jeans kept away any sting. You lifted yourself off to do as he asked, a glance over your shoulder showed him shimming his pants and boxers down off his hips. For good measure, you stripped your shirt off to drop it with your pants. 

“We’re gonna have to buy Paulie a new chair.” You giggle as you finally get one of your legs free and Curtis grasps your hips to make you back up, his touch going between your thick thighs to tighten his fingers into your panties, making them rub right up against your clit. “Fuck.” You hiss, rocking your hips enough to create friction. 

“Leather chair Pretty Girl, he will never know once I wipe it back down.” 

The image of Curtis’s ass cheeks in the leather made you giggle between breathy moans, another glance over your shoulder catching sight of him spitting on his hand and rubbing it up and down his cock. You couldn't muffle the giggles while Curtis pushed aside your panties finally and had you start to lower on him slowly, gentle bounces and thrusts working him in. “Although your ass print should be considered a work of art.” The image of framing the chair with two distinct ass cheek imprints having you laughing harder until Curtis pushed you down into his lap. 

“You're a fucking work of art, remind me to nail you up against a wall later.” He stated, his hands flexing in appreciation along the curve of your hips.

A gasp escaped you, falling back into his chest with a buzzed grin plastered on your face. “I ever tell you how much I love feeling you. Mmmhh when I first met you I said ‘Y/N, that man has a cock made to ride.” 

Curtis snorted behind you, running his hands up your front to tease your breasts in his hands, pushing your bra out of the way. “Was that before you went all teacher mode or after you left?” 

You moved your hands over his, making him squeeze harder till he was doing the exact pressure you wanted. “Oh definitely during, the whole time we were walking around and I had to ask those questions. Good thing I had my note cards or else I would have failed at being logical.” 

You felt the press of his smile against your cheek and a groan coming from him, followed by a curse.  Squeezing your cunt around him always made him a little more vocal and you loved hearing him. “Wanna know what I was thinking the whole time?” He muttered in your ear before pushing you forward to sit up, your hands landing on the desk edge in front of you and his own touch slid down to your hips. 

Digging into you like he was holding on. 

“How this perfect fucking cunt was made to take my cock.” He thrusted up hard, making you jolt in his lap and flutter excitedly. “Knowing how god damn sexy you would be when you went mindless, begging for more.” He started faster, making you bounce on him. Your hands tightened their grip on Paulie’s desk to keep you from falling forward, the jolts making your little sounds escaping broken sounding almost pathetic. “How you played sweet and innocent that day, but I knew that was just a show…”

Your head nodded, your ass slapping down onto his lap now, your body jiggling in the forceful movements. His cock pounding into you was making your eyes roll, how good it felt to feel him fuck into you over and over. “T’was Curtis, I wanted…” 

“Wanted what Pretty Girl?” He asked, his tongue and teeth sinking into your shoulder blade and kissing your flexing back. Sure there would be a mark on you, his mark and that satisfied him on a whole other level. 

“That.” 

“What’s that?” Curtis let go of your hips, to roam his hands over you, palming your breast again and squeezing till you shuddered in his hold. Your own touch flew back to grab at the back of his head, holding on. 

“To be dirty for you.” 

He hissed when your cunt fluttered again, squeezing and sucking him back in, like you never wanted him to leave. “Fuck you are, you would get down right now and suck my cock, or bend over this desk wouldn’t you? All with the office camera rolling for a video.” 

Your head nodded, tilting back with parted lips crying his name out louder than you should have. His hand at your chest slapped over your lips, muffling your cries. “My pretty little whore, we gotta be quiet.” 

You didn't care, the alcohol buzzing in your system, sneaking off with Curtis and him talking like this to you was making you stupid with pleasure. Your pants were rushed, the slap of your body against his and the creak of the leather was just adding to it all. The small office felt heated, now smelled of sex, and you couldn't stop giggling behind his palm. “You gonna come for me, soak this cock?” 

A firm nod had you grabbing at his hand still wrapped at your waist, shoving it between your thighs with a moaning yes when his fingertips pressed against your clit. A deep laugh, knowing that you needed to have that touch in order to get yourself off. “Come on Pretty Girl.” He grunted in your ear, the twirl of his fingers and the rub he was giving your clit making your heart race, the tension just before coming building, swiftly now. Like you were about to crash. “Someone is gonna come looking for us, and see you spread all out on this chair with my cock buried deep in this weeping cunt. You don’t want that do you?” The snap of his teeth signaling just how close Curtis was. 

No? Maybe? You knew it gave you a rush, which just added to the moment. “Curtis!” His name falling from you like a prayer muffled behind his palm, ready to crash into shattered oblivious pieces, falling apart in his lap where he yanked you back, the slap of his hips underneath you had his cock pushing into your squelching cunt while chasing for his own orgasm now that you came. 

Yours left you floating, giving yourself over to him to use you however he wanted while you just let yourself continue enjoying the buzz of sex and alcohol. 

“Fuck, FUCK!” Curtis’s muffled roar was against your shoulder, biting onto you with a grunt as he pulled you hard onto him one last time, warmth making you clench on him again, rocking your hips slightly with a satisfied moan of your own. Your head tilted into his, both of you panting heavily to catch your breaths when his hand dropped from your mouth and rested against your heaving chest, his palm flattening against the racing of your heart.

“We should sneak in here more often.” You snickered while pushing up to sit, Curtis sliding his hands around your waist and following up to hug you from behind, letting his face press against your shoulder. 

“Don’t worry, I know where Paulie hides his office keys for when he starts locking the door.” He muttered, pressing kisses across the top of your back to the other shoulder. “Move that mouse, see where he is.” 

You leaned forward to shove the mouse enough to take off the old school screensaver, peering at the grainy screen. "Still at the bar, busy too. Looks like Saint Patrick's Day really is his Christmas.” 

“Good…” Curtis gave a push to have the chair roll back away from the desk a bit. “Turn around so I can hold you proper for a few minutes before we go back out there.” 

“Does he really have cameras in here Curtis?” Your eyes bounced around, searching. You certainly didn’t want Paulie seeing this on video. 

“No Honey, I helped him set them up and he just has one facing the door, not inside.” His lips pressed against your shoulder and then helped you to stand, your legs a bit wobbly and twist around to sit back in his lap, the leather chair giving a groan once more, making you break out in a giggle. 

Nothing was gonna ruin your mood tonight, not even knowing the chances you were gonna have a hangover could kill the high you were feeling right now. His arms wrapped back around you, palms brushing up and down your back while you tucked yourself in against his chest, silence filling the room. “You know I am really looking forward to tomorrow.” You tucked your face on his shoulder, letting your hand rest against his chest, playing with his chain, your fingers twisting in it. 

“Mmhh, is it the fact you are making a fort on the living room floor with Ella and Edgar to watch Leprechaun? Or the hangover cure I’m supposed to make you guys?” 

“Both.” You lifted your head, finding his lips with yours and giving him a slow affectionate kiss. “I love you very much. For much more than you making me feel really good in Paulie’s office, which he is gonna be pissed about.” You were sure to point out as his grin grew, his arms tightening just a little more to keep you in close to him. “Although I do feel really really good, and that's only a little bit from the jameson.” You rambled on and Curtis couldn’t help his reaction, his head tipping back and a deep chested booming laughter sounded, making you feel so happy to see him happy. 

Maybe you were more than buzzed. 

“I'm glad that it's seventy five percent me, twenty five percent whiskey?” Curtis ventured a guess, catching your chin in his forefinger and thumb to tilt your mouth back to his. 

“More than that, like ninety-ten.” You mumbled against his lips, the two of you teasing each other with soft playful pecks. “But i'm definitely drunk now.” 

“Mmh, I can tell Honey.” His answer was softer now, sighing against your lips. “I love you for giving me these moments in life.” His touch lingered on your face, cupping your cheek and this kiss was moved from your mouth up to your forehead, giving you a whole other satisfying sensation, one that curled into your heart. His gaze fell back to the computer screen with a soft shit under his breath. “Incoming Honey.” 

Right behind you was a pound on the door. “You two better not be fucking in my office!” 

You squealed, hiding against Curtis as if Paulie was gonna come barging in, which he wasn’t, he knew better. “Busted.” You loudly whispered while Curtis muffled his laughter once again. 

“Give us five minutes…. TEN!” Curtis shouted, watching the camera to see Paulie storming back towards the bar, sputtering. 

“I need to bake him some cookies to apologize.” You said solemnly as you too watched the camera’s with a twist of your head looking over your shoulder. 

“You do that Honey so I can taste test them.” He gripped your chin to turn you back to look at him. “Kiss me Honey? I’m-”

You didn’t let him finish, your lips pressing to his, cutting off the last of his words.

#life is short so make it sweet #Curtis and honey #Curtis Everett and Reader #Curtis Everett and You #Curtis Everett and Plus Sized Reader #Curtis Everett Fanfiction #Curtis Everett Smut #Curtis Everett x You #Curtis Everett x Reader #Curtis Everett x Plus Sized Reader #Chris Evans Characters #amber writes #sweater writes #snowpiercer fanfiction

[pinkbubbles06]

Rosekiller Headcannons:

Pt. 1

Some of these are my own and others are ones I agree with so if some seem familiar that’s why lol. Enjoy!!!!!! Gosh I love them so much. I need like a semi canonical fic of them stat.

* I like to think that Barty was the sweetest of souls when he was younger, but the constant abuse from his father and the cold world damaged him a lot. He also is bipolar so ya know…. Uhhh… yeah…😅

* Barty has long and slender fingers and it would always drive Evan nuts when Barty would wear rings on his hands and nervously play with them

* Barty also developed a tick/constant habit of darting hit tongue out of his mouth to wet his lips. Evan never learned why he did it but found it oddly endearing.

* I feel like Barty couldn't fall asleep without like a million pillows. Unless he had Evan. He would have the best sleep of his life when he slept with Evan.

* Barty will Call Evan Dimples

* The Infamous Three™ know French so they talk in it when they want to say shit about other people.

Evan knows German but rarely uses it.

Barty knows Italian and oh boy, his Italian. Evan got so hard the first time Barty started talking in Italian that he thought he was going to cream his pants. Barty talks in Italian when he drinks which is Evan's worst nightmare since Barty becomes even more flirty when drunk. Every time Barty calls him "mio amato" (my beloved), Evan MELTS (he stills swears he is straight™ and not completely in love with Barty).

When Barty wants to talk about Evan without being pried on, he talks on Italian. Reg knows Spanish and they make it work.

* Barty is Scottish and Evan is French.

* Barty picked up a bunch of languages by the age of 15 because his father decided it was mandatory for his son. Crouch Sr. canonically knows around 200 languages

* barty loves the snow. he could spend hours out in the cold without a warming charm if it weren't for his friends getting onto him about him possibly getting sick. he loves sledding down the hills at hogwarts, racing his friends to see who wins. he always does. he also likes snowball fights, building a snowman, and making snow angels. it was something him and his mother cherished so he likes to bask in those precious memories when he can.

* conversely, evan hates snow. his faces crinkles up at the sight of it. he makes sure he bundles himself up and uses warming charms as much as he can. most of the time he sits watching his friends enjoy the snow, throwing snowballs at each other. then barty just shows up with that damned smile of his, his eyes full of wonder at the snow falling down. barty will shoot him a grin just before he throws a snowball. sure, evan hates the snow, but he does genuinely appreciate how happy it makes his boyfriend.

* it is a matter of fact that Barty and Evan spoiled each other constantly, with materialistic things or with kisses and hugs.

* Evan’s birthday is June 20th

* Barty loved to doodle. He would sometimes just grab a marker or something and gently and carefully draw on Evan’s hands or arms. Whichever was easiest to doodle on at the time.

* Barty is secretly a book worm and could talk for days on end to Evan about what he reads.

* Evan isn't much of a reader but he will read anything if Barty suggests it to him, because he absolutely loves seeing him ramble. Barty will also annotate books for him when he borrows them. Don’t get him started on the love poems.

* Barty is so smart. But like in the doesn't need to try smart - tests come easy to him sort of smart

* Evan is completely and totally scared of all bugs ever, and he has to get reg or barty to kill them when they get into the dorm. Barty will sometimes terrorize him by bring the bug really close to him in his hand. Evan screams bloody murder every time. Barty gets such a kick out of it lol.

* When someone asks Barty if he wasn’t something to eat, he’ll say ‘you’ in a deadpan tone (mainly to Evan)

* Evan is possessive as fuck, he will actually glare anyone down that even looks in Barty's direction and will proceed to plan a murder.

* Evan was just a little bit more unhinged than Barty was at Hogwarts. But after school, and after he was a legal adult, Barty let loose and they were both unhinged together!!😁

* Barty and Evan share beds a ton, and the first time it happened was because Barty was having a hard day and Evan snuck in and held him through the night,

* Barty also has nightmares and instinctively looks for evan when he wakes up; Evan is always there

* Barty secretly proposed to Evan when they were 16. No one knew about it. Ever. And no one could ever tell because they almost always both wore rings. So they were engaged until Evan died, because they never got to get married because of all the “no gay marriage!!” In the 70s/80s

* I like to think Barty fell first but when Evan fell for him too Barry’s love grew deeper once he had him. So basically he fell first and he also fell harder.

* Barty never holds people's hands, he just wraps his fingers around their wrist. Friends or Lovers.

Evan has no idea why, maybe it's a preference or something?

Barty actually does it to check if the person he's with has a pulse and is real, a small reassurance for his anxiety

* evan has brown eyes, and barty collects rocks when they match the color perfectly. He’s kinda like a crow that way. He will find things that remind him of Evan, or that make him think of him, and he will give them to Evan. He keeps every single one.

* Barty has deep emerald green eyes.

* Evan adores it when Barty runs his fingers through his hair. He gets shivers down his spine every time.

* They both actively tried to summon ghosts

* Evan has like really bad circulation so he's like ALWAYS cold. And Barty is always a furnace

* Barty would often just bite Evan’s shoulder. Evan eventually go a tattoo of Barry’s bite marks on his left shoulder.

* Harley Quinn and Barty Crouch Jr. are interchangeable and you cannot convince me otherwise.

* Like, “what’s that I should kill everyone in escape? oh sorry, it’s the voices… I’m kidding!!! that’s not what they actually said.”

* Evan would often put his hand on Barry’s throat and Barty lived for every second of it. The Horny Bastard.

* I just know that Barty and Evan had so many dramatic break ups over the pettiest things

* They did it so they could have hate sex🤣🤣

* Barty would always tell Evan that he hopes that he would die first. He always said he never wanted to live in a world where Evan wasn’t in it….

* The skittles(Barty, Evan, Reggie, Panda, and Dorcas) all made an unbreakable vow that only death would do them part… and it did…

* Everyone thinks that they can’t stand each other when in public, but alone, or just with their friends, they are literally unbearable

* Evan wears baggy clothes and Barty wears tight clothes. Fight me on this.

* Also Evan has the sluttiest waist known to mankind.

* The fist Slytherin party that Evan actually danced at, he was so insecure. So Barty convinced him that no one was looking at Evan and that they were just looking at Barty. And after a few drinks, Barty had convinced Evan of that and he just let lose. And holy shit were they hot together. Kinda like the song by Sabrina carpenter if u know what I mean….

* Like, Barty would say “They aren’t even looking at you Ev, they’re looking at me.” Then Evan would say, “But I don’t want them to look at you Barty.”

* Evan took his shirt off a few times at a couple of party’s and literally all eyes were on him but he didn’t care cus Barty was there, Hands tightly secured to his waist and glaring at anyone who even glanced at Evan.

* Barty is a pyromaniac, and when that happens only Dorcas and Pandora can settle it. Evan can too but he usually just enables him🤣

* When Evan goes missing it doesn’t take Barty long to figure out he is dead. It totally sent him off the deep end and caused him to put all of his devotion into the only thing he had left, Voldemort.

* Also, once he found out Evan was dead he went straight to Pandora. She was the only one of their friends would would even think about talking to him. He was miserable, he wouldnt leave his room at Pandoras house for days.

* I am also completely convinced that Bartemius Crouch Sr had Evan assassinated after he found out about him and Barty.

* Like you know how canonically moody was trying to take him prisoner, but Evan was fighting so damn hard that Moody had to kill him. I think that was his order along. You can’t convince me otherwise. that is what happened.

* When he is posing as Moody, Barty finds out about this and kills his dad because of it. And also because of the god awful abuse. Duh.🙄

* Also, a little before torturing Alice and Frank Longbottom, Barty tried to obliviate himself so he would just forget Evan and Regulus because the pain of losing them was too much. In his attempt, because his emotions were so high, he messed it up and he went insane. This also caused him to halusenate Evan and Regulus. The halusenations of them were the ones who convinced him that Alice and Frank killed Evan. (Barty already knew how Regulus died.)

* Regulus told Kreature to tell Evan and Barty how he died, knowing they would keep his secret. And they did until they died.

#harry potter #marauders #the marauders #dead gay wizards #dead gay wizards in the 70s #regulus black #dorcas meadowes #pandora lovegood #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #barty x evan #regulus and evan and barty #barty jr #barty crouch sr #mad eye moody #wizard #hogwarts houses #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #rosekiller headcanon #headcanon #rosekiller #engaged #engagement #they both die at the end #they are all dead #I love them so much Oml you don’t understand #rose killer #Barty loves the snow #Barty is a bitter

[sweetingtea]

I posted this on my Instagram story and I just thought everyone should know.

CW: suicide talk, gay talk, serious talk (I hate being /s I’d rather be /j 😒)

“OMG!! tHiNk Of ThE cHiLdReN😭😩😩”

This is starting to feel more of an excuse than a reason to hate on this specific topic. This movie HEAVILY implies SUICIDE (which, personally, I don’t think is a bad thing for the movie) and you are worried about two men kissing being too much for your kid?

This is literally:

“I can condone a person feeling like they’re just no longer an important member of society so they think the best option is to kill themself—BUT I DRAW THE LINE AT TWO BEAUTIFUL MEN EXPRESSING THEIR LOVE FOR ONE ANOTHER.”

Honestly, get over yourself if you really think like this.

You see two men being disgusting.

I see two humans loving each other.

We are not the same :)

I’m not asking for them to like the movie, everyone has their preferences, but to just move on and find something more of their style. THEY GOT A LOT OF THOSE. This movie was made specifically for people like me, like the LGBTQ+; to dig deep into our brains and to help people metaphorically understand what we go through and what others actions could result into us feeling/doing just because we choose to be what makes US happy. No need to post something like that as like a “warning”.

It’s like this: I don’t like “Never Have I Ever” (on Netflix btw!!)

It is not bad by any means! Some of the little snip-bits I see on TikTok are pretty cool and funny but when I tried to watch it, I just couldn’t get into it; not my taste. Yet, you don’t see me going around the internet warning people about it’s contents because it may have some things I don’t like or agree with or I think is stupid, doesn’t mean it’s bad, just means it’s not FOR ME.

And I moved on.

Simple as that. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Don’t try to ruin something for everyone else just because you don’t like it.

One, that’s a horrible way to live; two, you are probably not fun at parties :/

—(you can ignore this part if you want, I’m just ranting on at this point)—

Also, back to the “cHiLdReN😩” thing…

They don’t care.

Nope, don’t give a shit.

Unless you make them give a shit.

I am no parent to any child at all, but I was raised by my mutter (❤️) who let me make my own decisions, gave her opinion and left it at that with no fight whatsoever. Sometimes, she was even right when it came to my options. Even if she didn’t get it, she would always TRY to understand.

Let me give you an example:

I technically don’t care what pronouns I am called, but for legal reasons, I am a she/her female outside the internet. My mutter, who grew up with womanhood back in the day (millennials 🙄/j), was told that women should always shave their legs. So, I was too.

Me though? I ignored that part when I grew into my teenage years. I started shaving when I wanted to (which isn’t often tbh) and only when I wanted to. Not when other people thought I should, it was when I thought I should that mattered to me.

My mutter? Didn’t get it at first.

When I walked around with my leg hair out, she would start asking me when I planned on shaving; I would shrug and say, “probably soon.”

That would end up with me basically forgetting my leg hair existed. My grandma is the one who really doesn’t let that shit slide and has “threatened” to hold me down and let her do it, but I’m like: “stfu, not one gosh-diddly-darn soul asked for your fucking opinion, Susan 😐 and that’s really fucking weird”.

Honestly, after that first conversation, I was getting something from the kitchen when my mutter got out of her bed, walked up to me and asked: “Are you not shaving because you’re lazy or because you really don’t want to?”

I told her the truth, “I shave when I want to, ma.”

She takes that truth with her for the rest of her days.

My grandma still doesn’t like it; continues to remind me that people won’t accept me for it. However, I like to think my mutter has proved her wrong.

Now a days, I got my mom protecting me from it: “It’s her choice, it’s her decision, can’t you leave it at that?” She told my grandma (her mom) one day in the car. I’ve never smiled so wide. Over fucking leg hair, though, can you believe it?

My grandma still likes to complain anyway (she loves me, I swear, she’s just a tough cookie, and a boomer) but the more she does it, the more I laugh and we just move on.

Do you see what I’m getting at here?

You influence your kids.

But they are kids, they usually grow up thinking that their beloved parents are always right. They don’t know any better, until they grow up. Whether they choose to go down that path of hate you taught them or if they decide to expand their knowledge and UNDERSTAND what is going on with others heads is their choice and their choice alone. (I honestly encourage the latter, but, whatever floats the boat I guess.)

———

The Nimona movie is perfect. You don’t have to like it but it has reached into other peoples hearts, gave it a hug, saying “I understand you, you are not the only one, you are loved, you are safe with us, you are not alone.” At least give credit where credit is due. It sends out an important message for people who hate who they are to not hate who they are and to embrace the beauty within them. Show off the beauty and to never hide it just because of what others think.

Please don’t discourage others to not watch this movie.

Please, please, please, please, please, please, PLEASEEE show this to every person in the universe who needs to hear Nimona’s message. 😭🙏🏻

———

Lmao I’m done.

Holy shit, what a ride.

But, yeah, f🦆k the dude in the pic, watch Nimona 🦏💕

#nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #ambrosius x ballister #nimona ballister #nimona ambrosius #twitter #netflix nimona #netflix #i am so sorry #it was never meant to be this long #but then i got too deep in my head #my adhd decided to come out to play #and here we are #now… #enjoy some criticism from someone with awful pictures and their head up their ass :)) #because it hurt to read that tweet 😟 #ill shut up now im sorry #sweetingtea: nimona

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

I could fix her..

AN: Idk, i saw this post, and it just came to my mind. Also watching a shitload of Shameless lately, maybe thats in it too.:D

Minors do not interact!

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GIF by killer-queen101

You tutored Billy. That was how you two became friends. Somewhat of friends at least. You weren't on the "to be bullied" list of his. That's gotta count for something.

You were a little genius, but you made him promise he wouldn't tell anybody of you tutoring him. What would being good hearted and smart do to your fame huh? You were the ice queen of Hawkin's High. Never in a relationship, but getting everyone you wanted. Playing a bit then on to the next. Sure, some would call you a whore, all the girls hated you. But you ran the place, and that was enough.

In your previous school you tried having friends and it never turned out well. With the move you finally had the chance to reinvent yourself. SO this is how you got to the slutty metalhead phase. Body to kill for, untouchable. And man.. did you love it.

There was a party at lover's lake, of course multiple guys invited you. They followed you around like lost puppies. On the other side of the fire Billy smirked watching you. When your eyes met his he lifted his beer to send you a little - cheers - winking as you smirked back to him sipping your beer.

Nancy and Steve at beside Billy so he heard Nancy say - gosh so fucking slutty. i don't know what they see in her. She wasn't always like this you know..My parent's are friends with hers, and they told us that she was mommy's angel where they lived before... - Steve just scoffed and took a sip from his beer. Of course he wanted you too. Everyone wants what they cannot have, and sure as hell nobody got you.

-I could fix her... - Billy said as he was smirking at you still. At this point you stood up kissing one of the boys next to you while you looked into your friend's eye, before you walked up to him hopping in his lap as you took his cigarette from his mouth to smoke some. His hand went to your waist supporting you. He could tell you were drunk already.

-What's up Billy boy? See something you like? - you flirted before chuckling.

-Mommy's princess is drunk ain't she? Want me to take you home?

You scoffed before you took a handful of the collar of his shirt to lift him up, noses nearly touching.

-That depends, your home or mine?

He sighed before clenching his jaw. You were playing a dangerous game, and he wasn't one to pass on it. He bearely opened his door before you stopped ridding him of his clothes. He grabbed your wrists, stopping you. As he slowly hauled you closer, as you giggled.

-What? - you asked.

He just got a hold of your face with both hands, kissing you passionately as you both devoured eachother. The next morning he woke up alone.

The day after he saw you in school flirting with the captain of the football team near the bleachers.

-Didn't really look fixed. - Steve said to Billy laughing while they smoked.

Billy clenched his jaw and powerwalked to you, taking your chin into his hand, forcing you to look at him.

-If i fuck you, noone else does. -he spat at you angrily as the hold on your neck tightened a bit, making you smirk, and hot and bothered.. But he doesn't have to know that.

He let go of you only to punch the captain in the face as he tried t o be a gentleman and save you.

-You see Billy, the problem is, i don't see you fucking me. - you said in the sweetest voice. He looked at you in a way that only predators look at they prey. You ran up to him, jumping up, legs immediately around his waist as he goes under the bleacher while you two kiss.

-Gonna show you who owns this pussy. - he said between kisses as he shoved your panties to the side. It wasn't hard getting to them, you wore an impossibly short skirt today, showing off your legs.

You both moaned as he entered you in a single motion, still holding you up. You bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

-Nobody fucking owns this pussy Hargrove..But you knocking him out was hot as fuck.. - you say between thrusts.

When you came, you got off off him. Fixed your clothes and started to walk away before looking over your shoulder.

-If you think you can ever own me this isn't gonna work. - before you walked away without waiting for a reaction.

A few minutes later Billy joined Steve with a few drops of blood still on his lips.

-Feisty huh? - he asked Billy, and he just chuckled, lighting a cigarette.

On thursday you showed up at his house with your geometry book for the tutoring session. When he opened the door he started to unbutton his shirt, but you stopped him.

-Hargrove, tutoring, now. - as you manouvered around him to get to his couch.

After an our he still wasn't getting the topic. After a bit of thinking you smirked evilly, and took out the post it's from your bag. Drawing up the stuff from your notes to each of them, putting one of every piece of clothing you had on.

-For every good answer you get to take one off. - you said.

Surprisingly enough you were down to your panties in minutes. With the right motivation he was a smart guy after all. Then there it was, the hardest equation of the topic. You were kneeling on the couch beside him, finger teasingly on your lip as you cooed.

-Oh what's up Billy boy? Not gonna take my panties off? Maybe i should just dress up and go have at it with Steve then.. i remember him being good with geometry..

He clenched his jaw as he looked you in the eyes. He got hold of the back of your neck, bringing you down for a kiss, other hand slapping and pinching your exposed nipple, before shoving your panties to the side, already gathering sick with his finger, teasing you.

You were a soaked moaning mess in a matter of minutes, just about to reach your high when he stopped. You hit his arm when you realized what is he doing.

He brought up a finger to ever so slightly, lazily run through your soaked folds as he said affectionately.

-If you show me how to solve that, i'll give you what you want doll.. - before leaning back on the couch, showing off a tent that must be painful at this point. You scribbled on the paper, showing him how to solve it. He looked at it, solved another that needed the same formula then smirked at you. You tried to run to the bathroom, but he caught your waist before you even circled the couch, tossing you over his shoulder, hard slap stinging on your ass.

He basically tossed you to his bed and jumped in right after. Kissing your neck, your collarbones..

-How about a little reward? -he asked

-Reward for what? - you whimpered.

-Reward for me for solving that of course. - he smirked into your neck.

-Your reward was taking off my panties. - you said to him, fingers travelling through his hair making him bite your neck softly. Then you heard a click. When you lifted your head to see what it was you heard another. He had handcuffed you to his bed.

-You bastard.. - you said angrily, trying to get out. He got between your knees, gently kissing the side of your knee making your concentrate on him.

He kissed further and further... never really kissing where you wanted him to, but at this point you weren't gonna beg. He kissed your clit, before he showed two fingers inside you making you moan out. He curled them as he knew what exactly was good for you, always hitting spots nobody ever found before. Soon enough you were reaching your high, but he stopped again making you growl and huff in his bed.

-Pretty when you're angry.. - he chuckled at you, caressing your thighs.

-Quit fucking teasing Hargrove. Fuck me already. - you pouted. He leaned above you, kissing you softly, caressing your sides.

-Not gonna beg princess? I could make you cum so many time's you'd want me to stop... too bad.. no begging no cumming.. - he threatened playfully before sucking in one of your nipples as his fingers went back down to tease your pussy. Soon he lined himself up, gathering your slick with his member before slowly pushing into you making you gasp. You were so close, so fucking close. If he's not gonna move, you will, your legs were still free.

-Tsk tsk tsk.. - he snickered after he slapped the insides of your thighs hard. Hard enough so his palms would show. -Stop squeezing me so hard princess.. i'd hate to cum so soon...

-Move, please. - you whispered, nearly crying cause of all the ruined orgasms.

-What i didn't hear you. - he pecked your lips quickly still not moving inside you.

-Fucking move Hargrove.. - you nearly shouted at him and with a chuckle he started to move painfully slow, eyes watching every muscle in your face. When you were getting close again, he slowed down, kissing you passionately again.

-Close again huh? -he asked sweetly.

-Yes, please dont stop. - you whimpered.

-What was that baby?

-Billy, please don't stop, please make me cum.. - you begged. Before your brain could even register it. But he smirked into the next kiss, setting up a punishing pace, making you soak him. He helped ride out your high before he painted your velvety walls with his cum. He slowly pulled out, laying down beside you, looking at your face.

-Can i undo the cuffs, or will you sneak out after i fall asleep?

-Why do you want me to stay? - you did not look at him.

-(Y/n).. doll.. we are friends for some time now. Even if you won't admit it. I know something is wrong, and i want you to know that i'm here if you.. if you need someone to talk to..

-You don't know shit.. - you said still not looking at him, eyes glazed over, few tears already escaping. He wipes them with his thumb, undoing the cuffs before he gathers you in his arms.

Nobody ever held you this close and nobody ever made you feel this safe.

-I know im good, but you don't need to cry about that, you can get it anytime you want.. matter of fact, ready to go in a minute. - he whispered making you chuckle into his chest.

-Asshole. - was the last thing you said before falling asleep in his arms.

Next morning you were sitting on his bed, smoking quietly next to his sleeping form. He was fucking gorgeous you had to give him that. His phone woke him up on time for school. You knew he was free 1st period so he must have planned this, planned to take you this morning. It was heartwarming and terrifying at the same time. When he opened his eyes, he smiled when he found you, back up to the headboard, smoking and reading a book you found, just in his shirt. He rolled you on top of him.

-Good morning. Wanna have a shower? - he asked.

-Yea that would be great, and a shirt too. Can't have me show up in yesterdays one.

You giggled when he climbed in the shower after you, already reaching your your pussy.

-We're gonna be late... - you tried to reason with him.

-No, you're gonna be.. but you're good with history, it will be fine. - he said pushing you up on the wall, sucking, nibbling on your neck as you moaned.

-Be quick. - you whimpered.

He stopped the car at the parking lot, and you both got out. It felt like one of those movies where the two famous kids of school or the power couple walks through the yard, all eyes on them.

You were already at the etrance of the building when you realized that you wear his shirt, obviously everyone could guess it's his, you have a hickey, and he just had an arm around your shoulder all the way here. He slapped you butt, pecked your lips before turning around and joining Steve, Nancy and Eddie not too far. You went to class, while he chatted away before his.

-The fuck was that Hargrove? - asked Nancy.

-Fixing her. - he shrugged, making the guys laugh.

-That was the plan but not with your dick... what's next? She's gonna be a fixation around us?- she said before storming away. Steve srunning after her.

-What is wrong with her? - Billy asked Eddie.

-Steve told her she could be more easy going and sexy like (Y/n).. Now she's sure (Y/n) will take him from her.

-Oh cmon, when did (Y/n) ever look at Steve.. also she's pretty hooked on... - he motioned to his dick, making them both laugh and highfive.

The same day, he saw you walking towards the exit of the schoolyard. And jogged up to you.

-What Hargrove?

-Hello to you too princess. - he mocked you. - was wondering if you'd come with me to Munson's gig this friday?

-Not doing dates Billy..

-Not a date, Harrington and Wheeler will be there too.

-Oh so a double date where I get to listen to Nancy Wheeler bitch about me trying to steal his bad excuse of a man boyfriend Steve? No thanks. - you started to walk away.

-Oh cmon it will be fun, maybe we get them to break up. - he joked.

-Fine, but no lovely dovey shit, ya hear me? - you pointed a finger at him.

-Okay okay, no lovely dovey shit, can still fuck you in the backstage or the bathroom right? - he asked before kissing you.

-Fuck you Hargrove.

-You love it bitch. - he shouted after you as you walked away showing him your middle finger.

That friday night you entered the club wary. You did not want Nancy to be a bitch to your face too. You wore one of Billy's old, torn metallica shirts as he asked, with black jean shorts, stockings, and boots.

-Hey pretty girl. - Billy whistled as he waved you over to the table. Nancy immediately asking him something among the lines of what the fuck is she doing here? you were sure of it.

-Nancy, Steve.... fucker. - you greeted them all with a small nod before sliding in beside Billy.

-So um.. how was your day (Y/n) ? - Nancy tried to chat.

-Fine. Nothing mayor. Fucked some guy in the library. - you smirked.

-Gosh.. - she whispered rolling her eyes.

-Live a bit Nance, being prude will get you nowhere. - you said as you stood up, took your drink and danced into the middle of the crowd immediately getting the attention of Eddie too.

He smirked at you saying the next song they play will be for you. Ice Queen of Hawkins High.

It's a song about fake friends, heartbreak but you love it, it is your favourite anyway, so you dance, jump, create a circlepit. Billy and Steve doing the same around you somewhere while Nancy watches from the booth.

You roll your eyes and run to her with two tequila shots.

-C'mon princess, we going dancing. - you say as you make her drink one, and hold her hand as you basically drag her to the dance floor over to the boys. For some moments you feel like you have friends, as Nancy wouldn't hate you tomorrow morning again. As Billy wasn't just fucking you, and Steve and Eddie aren't some highschool boys who want to fuck you. It almost seem normal.

After the party Eddie, Nancy and You sit on the pavement while Billy helps Steve vomit behind some bush.

You take the joint from Eddie.

-I get it we aren't gonna be friends Nancy, and i get that you all think i am a whore, but i would never go for someone that's taken. Against the code. I mean.. we were friends back then... you should've known i would never do that to you... - you say before handing the joint to Nancy, standing up and walking away. By the time Steve and Billy got back you were nowhere to be seen. Nancy was crying while Eddie was soothing her.

-What happened here? What did that slut say to her? - Steve asked drunkedly, making Nancy cry ever harder. Billy let go of him immediately.

-Say that again... - he said, hands curled in fists.

Eddie jumped up standing between them.

-Stop it now. She's not a slut.. well maybe she is but like in a positive meaning, and also the only thing she said is that she would never go for someone that's taken, cause she heard how Nancy talked behind her back and like she reminded of of their past or something.. That's it. Now Nancy feels bad.

-Their past? - Billy asked.

-Yes.. our.. our parents were friends... we spent a lot of time at their house over the summers... and then we moved, they moved too, and i never bothered to call.. i.. i abandoned her just like everybody else did...

-What do you mean everybody else?

-Her.. her first boyfriend.. all of her friends.. her mom... now i heard her dad is in a coma in the hospital.. she just.. she never had anyone..

You cried all the way home. This was temporary, this friendly thing is never gonna last. You climb up to your room, sitting in the window to smoke when you hear noises.

-Psst... pstt... (Y/n).. - you hear Billy call for you.

-Not in the mood to fuck Hargrove.. go away..

-Not here to fuck.. we brought beer. - he whisper yelled and when you looked down you saw Billy and Eddie carrying beers, Steve nodding, while Nancy waves at you with a small smile.

-Don't need charity. - you say before putting out your cigarette and closing the window..

You skipped the last week of school, nobody knew where you were until on friday the principal himself entered the class, the only class you had with Billy, Nancy, Steve, and Eddie.

-I am sorry to inform the class that your classmate (Y/n), has lost his father last sunday, hence why she has not come this week, and will not be attending her classes until after the funeral. If you have any questions you may come see me in my office.

They all looked at eachother in shock.

When Billy knocked on your door that afternoon, he only heard the loud music. You probably didn't hear the knock, but the door wasn't locked so he walked in, only to find you laying in the middle of the living room on the floor, picture frames, glass, wine bottles shattered all around you, probably under you as well. You look barely alive. You definetely drank your bodyweight multiple times over the last week, the panties and top you wore was stained with drinks and blood. You were nearly unconscious. He gathered you in his arms, and brought you to the bathroom to clean you up.

-Jesus baby, why didn't you call..

-Har...har.hargrovvvve.... - you slurred pointing and smiling at him.. - you are one .... one handsome fucker ya know that? - you said as he looked you over with worry, searching for cuts, selfharm and shit...

-You hate me too don't ya? you all do.. i know. it's okay though... that why i never date, never make friends...

-We don't hate you (y/n), we're worried.. let us help.

-What, so you can get good point with the city? help the poor orphan bury her father, cook her shit, adopt her? no thanks.. i don't need your pity.

-It's not fucking pity. We are your friends, you are important to us. We love you... i... i love you. - he practically yelled with you,

-Yea.. sure.. - you chuckled to yourself.

-Listen this is not the day to talk about this. Let's get you cleaned up and to bed. I'll bring some food too. -he said.

And that was what he did. He called Nancy and Steve and Eddie over, they helped clean and cook and by the time you woke up, they were in the living room watching a movie. Billy looked at you as you entered, the rest too lost in the movie. He motioned you to go and curle to his side, which you hesitantly but did. This felt so domestic, so right. Billy kissed the top of your head as you all watched the movie.

Then the next few weeks were spent like this. Together. Someone was always with you. Then the funeral came, and they were there with you. All the fucking way.

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Half a year later your birthday was coming up, and they thought a way to spend it. Steve and Billy was smoking out on the porch, as Nancy and you raided your closet for something to wear. Corroded coffin specially for you, in your living room.

-So, did you talk since then? - Steve asked Billy.

-No, i.. i don't think she remembers that i said it. We are friends, kind of best friends, and we fuck.. man she's the best fuck of my fucking life. I.. yea.. - he smiled as he scratched the back of his neck.

-Maybe today's the day huh? - Steve winked at him.

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-Jesus Nance, am i fucking nun? - you laughed at the piece of clothing she showed you. Then she found it. A small, silk dress with a slit on ine side, emerald green, thin spaghetti straps. Perfect. Fisnets to go with it, and of course the boots.

-Billy's gonna lose his shit when he sees you. - she giggled.

-He's not gonna do shit. We're friends.. - you said as you applied a dark wine red lipstick.

-Yea.. sure.. friends.. do you not remember the... - you turned around waiting for her to finish, but she never did.

-Do i not remember what? - you said walking up to her.

-I.. i shouldn't have said anything.. forget it.. yea it was silly, you're just friends...

-Cut the shit Nance, you already started, finish it. - you shouted. The guys heard it, and ran up the stairs. Maybe it's another panic attack..

-Okay.. i .. it really shouldn't be me to say this.. but.. when Billy found you.. and cleaned your cuts and shit.. he.. he said he loved you, and you were so fucking drunk you didn't fucking remembered... - she said guiltily as the door opened behind her. shit she muttered knowing he fucked up.

-Is it true? - you asked of Billy with tears in your eyes. - I ASKED IS IT TRUE? - you yelled when he didn't answer.

-Yes it's true. - he said finally. You looked to the side, tears streaming down your face. Before anybody could say anything the door opened signaling that the band and some other people arrived to the party. You wiped off your tears and went down to greet them.

You drank a few shots, and by the time the band was on you were drunk out of your mind. Billy sulked out on the porch. After the concert some other music blasted, you all were dancing around, you particulary with Eddie. And waaaay to close. He thoght it was just you being drunk.

-You're a handsome guy Eds... I always loved your hair. - you slurred.

-Thanks hun, i really wish it was like Bi... - before he could finish his sentence you kissed him. Suddenly he was ripped from you, as Steve tried to get between him and Billy. You have never seen Billy so angry.

-What the fuck Munson?

-I did nothing for fuck sake, she kissed me.. - he held up his hands in surrender. Billy looked at you.

-I'm fucking fed up with you being scared of calling things as it is. You think i would play fucking house with my friends? If you would just be my friend, and fuck buddy, i would've gone and fucked everybody else as well. But i didn't.. and i'm fucking done with you being a coward and not saying out loud that you're mine, because you fucking are, and i am fucking yours for some time now... and i think you fucking know that... - he said, making you cry again. You ran out and locked yourself in your father's shed. Soon there was a knock.

-Princess.. i am sorry for yelling.. talk? - he asked softly. You opened the door, looking at him with tear stricken face, and smoking a cigarette. Expecting him to talk.

-Look, i do really love you. I know i was a douche, and we were just fuck buddies, but.. it grew into something more. Something that just feels right. I would not be anywhere else. Even now. Nothing has to change, i mean, we would still do the things we did until now, movies and shit, we would still fuck like bunnies.. but.. i .. i would like you to be my girlfriend. - he said stepping closer. You didn't say anything, just gave him a small nod, before jumping on him, legs around his waist as you tried to free his dick with one hand.

-You look fucking amazing by the way... - he said between kisses.

-Shut up and make me cum.. - you said biting his neck, earning a smirk as he pistoned into you mercilessly in the shed.

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things #eddie munson #fanfic #joseph quinn #eddie munson x reader #steve

[t4tails]

Yo hater moment? *I come crawling out of the dirt* Yes they are all Sonic ships. SONADOW, SONAMY, and KNUXOUGE. I will be writing an essay about this. 1. Sonadow: This ship has huge like. Straight person energy. It's a boring, bland straight ship but it's gay so it's for gay people. You take the most popular and second most popular male characters and put them together. WITH NO REGARD TO THEM AS CHARACTERS. SO WATERED DOWN. Just soft uwu gays which is in every single goldang fandom I swear to god. SONIC WOULDN'T FUCKING SAY THAT. SHADOW WOULDN'T FUCKING DO THAT. I say in response to every fanwork with these two in it. Just all the time they kiss or snuggle are you fucking kidding me have you played a single Sonic game. Watch Sonic Adventure 2 cutscenes and tell me would Shadow fucking snuggle with anyone. No. He has touch aversion autism sorry I don't make the rules. 2. Sonamy: This is the only ship ever which I genuinely hate. I have a rule that if someone ships Sonamy they are on the freak (/neg) scale in some way. Since Sonic is 15 and Amy is 12 most of these people try to justify it, which leads to saying "Well they are fictional lol doesn't matter!" Dude if a 15 year old was dating a 12 year old YOU WOULD RAISE EYEBROWS. PLUS AMY ISN'T FUCKING READY FOR A ROMANCE SHE IS 12. PLUS HER STRONG CRUSH TOWARDS HIM IS FUCKING TOXIC AS HELL I hope I don't sound terminally online but after a bit you just. Go insane. So because of how they justify it despite the obvious signs it would be awful for Sonic and Amy they tend to be the "Fiction doesn't affect reality" type. Which you should never interact with ever. Also the people who ship it tend to be straight which are more annoying than the soft uwu gay type of person. 3. Knuxouge: UH OH WEE WOO WEE WOO ANOTHER STRAIGHT SHIP. I hate this one too. Every single time I see someone making ship art of them it's always Rouge tormenting Knuckles. HOW IS THAT ROMANTIC IN ANY WAY? ROUGE IS JUST BEING MEAN TO HIM AND KNUCKLES WANTS HER OFF HIS ISLAND. LIKE ALL THE KNUXOUGE TAGGED STUFF IS LITERALLY JUST ROUGE BEING MEAN TO HIM. Like oh my gosh is that it? Does a girl just have to be mean to a boy? This is reverse "He has a crush on you," grade school tactic. They have no romantic chemistry at all. Also Knuckles has very little freedom while Rouge has all the freedom, seems kind of... strange to me. Plus 18 and 16? IDK man sounds kind of sus... is the bat old enough to be drawn with huge boobs or is she just young enough to ship with a minor? Riddle me this. This is my joker moment. Also I saw some Knuxouge fankids once and they were awful and so boring. AND WHEN THEY DRAW KNUCKELS AS TALLER THAN ROUGE. REALLY??? Thank you for being a sounding board.

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#og post #ask #gourde #genuinely agree with all of this #long post

[bubblegum-blackwood]

Since I keep seeing stuff about the new adaptation of TVC, I decided to re-watch the old one, so here's my thoughts on Interview with the Vampire (1994) the second time around:

I find it hilarious how book!Daniel was terrified out of his mind the whole time while movie!Daniel has such swagger

Jeez you can tell from the get-go that Brad Pitt hated acting in this. (Meanwhile it's so obvious that Tom Cruise had so much freaking fun. So much.)

I will never forgive the movie for getting rid of Paul de Pointe du Lac in favour of "wah my wife died in childbirth" like I get that that's shorthand for "cis white boy sad" and they only had two hours but STILL

I'll never understand the choice to have the statue’s eyes open. It's just weird lol

i'M QuiTe FoND oF LooKiNG aT CRuXiFiXeS

Why is there more than one coffin, Lestat? WHY IS THERE MORE THAN ONE COFFIN LESTAT -

"Read her thoughts." "I can't." "Eh." That little shruggy hand gesture is everything to me.

(this isn't the one I was talking about, although this is just as good - I can't find a GIF for the quote I chose lol)

Wow. Okay. Forgot about the little "voodoo" ritual Louis's slaves have there. Could have gone without that.

Love the way Louis wields that flaming torch like a rapier. Very elegant, very hot (pun intended).

"We're in a nice, filthy cemetery. Does this make you happy?" fhesiofwne the sass - (btw the above GIF is of this scene)

The smug look Lestat gives when he knows the baby-trapping has worked gosh how does anyone hate on Tom Cruise’s acting he got it DOWN like -

"I prefer Creoles to Yankees, their democratic flavour doesn't suit my palate" why does Lestat have to commit to the French nobleman act this hard? (I know it's not just an act but really he does fill the role perfectly)

THE RUFFLY PURPLE COAT GDOSX

I forgot about Claudia sitting in her bed surrounded by her dolls and casually drawing a naked woman -

GO OFF GIRL! GET IT CLAUDIA! I will never not be impressed with Kirsten Dunst's performance in this. She stole the show. The rage, the coldness, the sophistication, the gleeful cruelty - she nailed it.

The hurt, the betrayal, the slight fear in Lestat's eyes here . . . I will never be over Tom Cruise's acting in this scene.

"He will never let us go." "Oh. Really?" *smirk* Like I said, Kirsten Dunst was amazing in this.

"A beautiful woman with endowments you'll never possess" I literally said "wow" out loud. Holy fuck Lestat that was a low blow.

Hmm floating up against the ceiling while on fire, now where have I seen that before?

As much as I resent the movie depriving us of Louis and Claudia's vampire hunter days, I have to admit that the montage of all of Claudia's sketches was actually a really clever transition.

I saw something once about how clothing tells its own story in IWTV because even though Claudia stays the same she slowly starts dressing more and more like an adult of whatever time period they're currently in and I really do appreciate that detail.

Anne Rice really deprived us of some sexy Spanish lover vampires and it shows with how tantalizing the little glimpse we get of Banderas!Armand is

Ah, the Theatre des Vampires scene. They really nailed the dumb goth drama and I gotta respect this movie for that.

Random woman in the audience being like MONSIEUR VAMPIRE TAKE ME I ADORE YOU if that ain't all of us -

Who else wants to Armand to hug them like this?

"So you have answers?" "So you have questions?" *he responds before Louis is even done talking, maybe a bit too much eagerness in his voice* If Antonio Banderas nailed anything about Armand, it's the thirst.

Damn the way Banderas's wig moves it's so thick and silky and long and *chef's kiss*

I wanna know how historically accurate these costumes are lol

Imagine being Brad Pitt and having to sit in a coffin and scream at a camera that's inches from your face lol

Okay but I love how Louis tips the candles backward into the coffins without even a backward glance

This is not in the movie but I just remembered that canonically the plot of land that the Theatre was on is still under Lestat's name to this day and I love that.

"What if all I have is my suffering? My regret?" *implying that he doesn’t want to move on from it* Damn Louis needs therapy and Armand is not that (because he needs it too lol)

Louis going to the theatre and watching Nosferatu is something I will never be over

Rule number one of being a vampire: always dress well

Louis disturbed a bat and the subtitles said [SCREE SCREE]

Say what you will about how they changed the ending of the movie from the book but Lestat jumping into Daniel's car and just saying "I assume I need no introduction" is iconic okay

#the vampire chronicles #vampire #vampires #vampire chronicles #anne rice #tvc #interview with the vampire #iwtv #lestat de lioncourt #lestat #the vampire armand #louis de pointe du lac #the vampire claudia #vc #iwtv movie #antonio banderas #brad pitt #tom cruise #kirsten dunst #daniel molloy #christian slater

[c1nn4-bunny]

WOULD YOU SAY NO TO THIS FACE?! WOULD YOU?!

Vote for him in the upcoming election fan-core poll!!!!!!

( He's up against Rainbow core and I know he's going to get floored, but you can't blame a boy for trying... I just want to see him get a little support for once and I'll be happy. < :,] )

(formally apologising to anyone in a server with me that sees this post, especially when I know a few of you are watching that poll too, I didn't want you to see me like this </3)

I speedran drawing this. I'm making propaganda drawings leading up to the poll date. This is how I'm spending my pride month evidently.

I'm not exposing myself as a hardcore Nigel simp this entire campaign just to see him lose to a character with 1 line whose characterisation is entirely headcanons!! >:[

Reasons to vote him uhhh:

My friend played Aperture Tag for the first time after hearing me gush about it and genuinely enjoyed the game AND Nigel. Love ya, Brooke! /pl

Converted a couple other people who weren't too onboard with Nigel's existence through the power of friendship and being autistic about it <3

Chris liked my gf's tweet where she tagged him saying I wanted to kiss Nigel... I wish I was joking. I've never felt more humiliated. I wish I still had it but she deleted all her stuff years back >:,) Chris acknowledged it and now you have to too. If not for him, then vote for me.

HAVE I MENTIONED HOW POORLY THE FANDOM TREATED NIGEL? JUSTICE FOR HIM OH MY GOSH PLEASE THAT WAS AWFUL EVERYONE WAS SO NEEDLESSLY MEAN TO HIM AND FOR WHAT? SOUNDING HIS VA'S AGE??? ; ;

Uh idk he silly and I love him? Is that reason enough?

Tumblr would have to implement a character limit if I was allowed to talk about his character okay? Genuinely I care him so much and he's just incredibly overshadowed by everyone else and I'm glad the fandom has moved on from "haha dumb fucking teen I hate him" to give him a more accurate representation but you have no idea how much that stunted his perception in the fandom :(( like it genuinely makes me sad.

Yes I'm pulling a "nobody knows him like I do" he's my babygirl thanks

If you managed to read through these,, why???? I mean hi ig but I'm just using this space to be cringe and free and ramble.

#THIS IS TO MAKE UP FOR ALL THOSE YEARS HE GOT UNRIGHTFULLY TRASH TALKED BY THE FANDOM #THIS IS HOW YOU CAN APOLOGISE! Unless you're me because I'm cooler than that ahaha #COME ON COME ON COME ON I'M LIKE. MANIFESTING SUPPORT FOR HIM #THE POLLS AREN'T EVEN UP YET AND I'M ALREADY LOSING MY MIND. #I'LL RESORT TO BRIBERY IF I HAVE TO #I'LL OPEN UP REQUESTS JUST ANYTHING TO GET SUPPORT BEHIND THE HIM </3 #nigel aperture tag #aperture tag nigel #aperture tag #like i had plans to draw my ocs for pride but y'know what???? #Nigel has enough awkward transmasc swag to count #I was already going to draw something pride related for him anyway! #fanmade cores competition #might as well make that tag so it's organised on my blog #c: nigel #c1nn4bunny.png

[the-golden-hoodie-official]

Spy (Bojan/Kris/Jure | Jan/Nace)

“Do you think they’re together?” Kris draws a card, looking at Jure as he puts 2 cards in the middle. Jure only nods along and he looks at Bojan.

“Who?”

“Jan and Nace, duh.” Jure chuckles at how clueless Bojan is or maybe he was too focused on the game.

“Maybe. It’s not like we want an invitation, right?” Bojan shrugs, taking a card, but then puts all the cards in his hand in front of him, calling it quit.

“I’m bored. Can we do something else?” Easily distracted as he is, Bojan wasn’t in the mood. Seems like the other 2 are also not in the mood.

“C’mere.” Bojan whispers, pulling Kris close to him. Capturing the guitarist’s lips on his. The love/hate tension between Bojan and Kris is the most obvious thing. That’s the 2nd elephant in the room after the whole JaNace thing. Jure, on the other hand, is uncertain. Sure, he has taste, just no preference in general.

“Idiot.” Kris mumbles at the feeling of being snogged by Bojan before the singer moves to the drummer, giving him the same thing.

“Jurček…”

“Yes, Bojč?” Jure giggles, running his hair on Bojan’s silky-smooth hair, deepening the kiss. Kris’ fleet movement locking the door before joining the game. The last thing they need on the bucket list is getting caught, mostly by the crews.

“Fuck. We don’t need these fucking clothes.” Huffing. Bojan quickly takes off his clothes, ditching them on the floor and the other follows.

Bojan certainly has an eye on both of them and not even attempting to hide it.

Sitting on Kris’ lap, Bojan savours his lips, pushing his tongue into Kris’ mouth. Jure sits next to Kris, taking control of Kris and Bojan at the same time. The drummer certainly has taste.

The more Bojan moans, the hornier he is, and the more he needs cocks in his mouth, quenching his thirst.

Kris has extra length. Jure is thicker and veiny. Gosh, Bojan couldn’t deny this feeling. Kneeling in front of them both, Bojan holds their cocks, simultaneously jerking and sucking them off. The salty and tangy taste had a war in his mouth. Sucking their shafts isn’t cutting it, Bojan sucks their balls, giving them the best of his tongue.

“Goddamn, Bojan.” There’s no God here, just Bojan. Kris could moan all day all night for Bojan wrapping his mouth around his cock.

“Hngh… Oh! Ohhh! F-Fuck!!!” Yep. That’s the spot. Jure moans the loudest when Bojan plays with his tip.

Jure pulls Kris to him as his hand latches on those nipples, making them hard. The harder Jure pinches his nipples, the more Kris moans, and the more Bojan gets entertained. Everything is a win-win here.

“Fuck… Fuck… Jure… Eat my ass, now. ” Kris couldn’t hold it anymore and he wants Jure to eat his ass. He knows who can get this done perfectly.

Aligning their position on the couch, Kris gets in the middle of Bojan and Jure. Usually, Kris bitching up about things, but now, he takes it as it is. Bojan has his cock sucked by Kris is heaven on earth. Seeing the twinkling in Kris’ eyes is what Bojan wants and he savours it.

“Hngh… Ohhh, J-Jure…” Moaning. Kris wants more than just this. He doesn’t want Jure to just lick and suck him like this. Kris wants Jure to devour him.

“K-Kris… Oh, F-Fuck! That’s it, Krisko!” Bojan throws his head back, groaning and moaning, Bojan ascends to heaven just now; Kris knows where Bojan’s golden spot is and takes advantage of it. It was just a moment away before they took it to the next level.

“I hope Jure likes these bomboloni. I bought various fillings.” Nace looks at the box of bomboloni inside the plastic bag and Jan argues that Jure will eat whatever flavours the doughnuts are, as long as the foods aren't spoiled.

Back to the arena. The band still has around 90 minutes before the show and mostly, the crews are in the main arena, only some around backstage, but nowhere near the changing area.

“Hngh! F-f-fuck. F-fuck me, Maček.” It was Nace who heard noises and it came from behind the locked door. That’s their main lounging room.

The door doesn’t budge. Nace bows to peek from the keyhole and his body gets electrocuted instantly; he sees the other 3 members having a threesome and is frozen mid-track.

“What did you see, Nace?” Jan asks and pushes him aside, peeking at the keyhole and not expecting the sight that sends a chill down his spine. The sight of those guys having a threesome is something he didn’t expect.

Jan enjoys the sight a bit too much that he won’t avert his gaze. His concentration was broken when Nace laid a hand on his rear, rubbing him.

“Nace?” Shh. This isn’t the time to talk. Nace puts the snack on those stacked boxes and drags Jan to the nearest room. Nace doesn’t give a shit what room he enters, as long as nobody’s there, it’ll be fine.

“N-Nace, no. T-the others.” Does Jan ever shut up? If he can’t then Nace will do it. Pushing the younger guy against the wall, Nace feverishly kissed Jan, pushing his tongue inside his mouth, pressing his shoulders as a hand going under, unbuckling his belt.

Clink. Belt’s off, pants off. Nace doesn’t need any barrier now. He turns Jan’s body, roughly pulling Jan’s boxers down, freeing his straining cock. Jan quietly begs Nace to slow down but goes unheard.

“I know you want this, don’t deny it.”

“You weren’t peeking, Jan. You were watching.” Nace growls in his ear, getting him turned on even more. Pressing a hand on the wall and the other one jerking himself, Jan hears Nace unbuckling his pants too, feeling that cock tip touching his bare ass now.

“Hngh!” Jan holds back his voice from Nace fingering his ass; the man doesn’t doubt pushing 3 fingers inside him instantly. The feeling of being penetrated by those fingers makes Jan craves for that thick, meaty cock.

“Fucking use your spit, Nace. I don’t give a fuck.” Couldn’t bear it any longer, Jan already demands Nace to take it to the next stage. Kneeling behind Jan, Nace gives his ass hole some good lick, coating him with saliva before he spits on his own cock, giving it a nice jerk.

“Oh, fuck… S-so tight… Hrngh!” Nace thrusts his cock into Jan fully, receiving a sharp hiss from the guitarist. He knows Nace is a monster in the sack, but in this position, it feels way bigger than before.

“Hold on.” Nace kisses Jan’s neck, easing him up. Hands-on the waist, Nace holds Jan close and tight to him as he starts fucking him. Fuck, that felt so good for Nace. Maybe spying wasn’t a bad thing, after all.

In the supply closet, dark and tight-spaced, Jan and Nace get themselves off because of their friends. They started it and it needs to be finished. Jan strokes his hard, leaking cock and his hand on the wall moves underneath his shirt, playing with his nipples. He wants more and more.

“Just like that, Jan. Touch yourself.”

“Maybe we can invite Jure next, eh? That blonde is something else. It’s a huge fucking lie if both Jan and Nace deny about having an eye for Jure. There’s just something about the blonde drummer that they can’t explain.

Yes, they want Jure to be part of this too. No way denying it.

“Hngghhh… Hnghhh… Hngghhhh… Hrngh! Hngh! F-f-fuckkk…” Jan’s eyes are wide open, he feels Nace just come inside him, filling up his ass with a thick rope of cum. It’ll surely leak through his boxers later in the show.

“Turn around.” Nace orders Jan to turn around and he takes that dripping cock right into his mouth, sucking him for a solid minute until he comes.

In the other room, Bojan, Kris, and Jure had just done releasing their pent-up feelings or lust, to be exact. They hear a faint moaning behind the wall; that’s Jan’s voice, no doubt of mistaking it.

“Jan, is that you?” Kris knocks on the thin wall. The supply closet is right next to their lounging room and they can definitely hear a voice behind the wall. No, not voice, voices .

“I guess they heard us? Jure chuckles, fixing his pants and Bojan and Kris hold their laugh.

“Goddamn, did someone release a stink bomb here?” Nace groans, moving his fingers in front of his face, whisking away the certain smell.

“Ooohhh! My bombolini!” Jure snatched the box right off Nace’s hand and took a bite of the food. Jan winks at Jure as he drinks his water.

Yep. They know umazane was fucking mislied here.

#ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #joker out #joker out fanfic #nace jordan #jure maček #jan peteh #bojan cvjetićanin #kris guštin

[spicyicymeloncat]

Crystalised part 2 ep 23, 24, 25, 26 spoilers

Yeah I put them all in one post lol

Ep 23

Again, using minecraft logic

Antonia’s “I fished out the last one it’s your turn” lol wow, she makes it seem like this happens often

Antonia did the “if I had a nickel” meme

Oh frick Nya survived?? Also no legs for Nya??

Ofc casual sexism from the mechanic. She has a name!

Okay Jay didn’t crash!! Hell yeah Jay saving Nya for once!

The mechanic is anti jaya also that was such a sick line jay

Okay her fuckin legs are fine now ig

Also Nya’s gonna become water again :(

I think it’s weird that the Crystal warriors can pass out tho

Again city that never sleeps. Paperboys still gonna do their thing amidst a freaking war

Wu: I can’t do child soldiers

Nelson, pointing at the ninja: wtf are these then???

BENTHO IS COMING BACK :D

HELL YEAH LET NINJAGO CITY FIGHT BACK FOR ONCE

Oh gosh that was sick

ep 24

OH MAN THE THUMBNAIL

Lloyd rlly said frick you man

EXCUSE ME POLICE BUT WTF ARE UR PRIORITIES?? THE MAYOR IS GONE NOW WHAT LAW ARE U EVEN USING

NOOO NOT THE SERPENTINE :[ that’s so sadddd

Lloyd really blew his mind there

MISAKO FINALLY CAME BACK FOR A SEASON

I feel like the prophecy guy was brought up before but idk how to spell his name lol

PIXAL MY BELOVED I LOVE HER SO MUCH

Man zane is on the fritz

Oh god he has no limbs man that’s kinda fcuked up man jeez.

However the the ice emperor schtick is kinda funny

Oh my god he’s in a rucksack

OH MY FUCKING GOD ICE EMPEROR IS ONLY BACK FOR COMEDY not what I was expecting but I’ll take it

Hell yeah Ronin! Pixal and Ronin team up will be interesting

Omg the other sog who basically got completely rejected by Harumi this time round. Rip Pixal everyone is evil even her boyfriend

Hell yeah Ronin!! Trying to actually break out of the cycle

Also freaking Zane kicking ronin with his foot

Zane: vex? Vex! Wtf is vex when you need him

Ofc Cyrus didn’t even know

Ep 25

it’s the lava episode :)

Aww man Cole really hit his head

Okay even if I’m not a Kailor shopper I support skylor calling Kai hot shot

Ig this episode really will say which ship is canon

Freaking pythor. I love him

I guess Harumi is looking for lloyd

I would just like to remind people I coined Embershipping for the Kai/skylor/cole ship

ITS JAKE

I’m literally gonna start crying about Garmadon. Mans has half of his emotions but in the ways he’s expressing them, he’s sad about how Lloyd doesn’t accept the Oni heritage that he himself has and how christofern is a weird confused metaphor for Lloyd :((((

Gayle and vinny xxxx

God clutch literally has Nadakhan still oh my god

Okay this door must be a Chekhov’s gun bc they’re so gonna answer a knock that isn’t the paper boys

26

OH NO I DO NOT LIKE THIS EPISODE TITLE

Okay so I assume the romance is gonna get cleared up in this ep. We see the harbour so we know jaya is a thing. We’re looking at Kailor at the start. And like. Pixane… I’m gonna cry

Okay thank god we’re addressing the problems with them right here and now. I’ll hate the ship significantly less if they do this right.

Okay that’s fair

(I’m still a lava shipper tho)

No I refuse any couple shit from wusako no thanks

FreKing Garmadon. He’s like my baby brother whenever someone is on the phone

RACER SEVEN OH I LOVE HER SLSO

OR LIKE BLAZEY is it blazey? H SPEED. I love her

Oh my gosh. I hope Rarlkove integrates Pixal into the long con snake jaguar au

UV just 👉👈 at pixal

:(((( Zane. Has borg tried turning him off and ok again? Putting him in a bag of rice? Giving him a few thumps on the back? What if we just say “protect those who can’t protect themselves” that worked in s11

THEY LET BLAZEY KEEP A PRIME EMPIRE GUN??

ZANE YOU CANT KEEP DOING THIS HOW MANY FUNERALS DO YOU WANT MAN

WHAT THE FUCK THE PIXANE KISS

ZANE IM GOING TO DISMANTLE YOU MYSELF YOU SLEEPING BEAUTY FUCK

PIXAL SQUEALING

FUGIDOVE IS EVERYONE

THE SAM X SUIT LOOKS COOL

Okay barely any jaya and I look forward to draw Zane’s fucked up face but like JEEZ MAN HE DONE DID IT AGAIN ITS LIKE HE SAID NINJA NEVER QUIT… DYING

At least that’s a good place to stop

#ninjago #lego ninjago #Ninjago crystalized #ninjago crystalized spoilers #reaction

[yostresswritinggirl]

The Kamisama Kiss scene was so cute in full. Listen, Tomoe and Scara have some parallels. I have to reread again but Tomoe striking a deal to become human just to marry Nanami was 😫😫😫 and the resulting plot that unfolded and revealed so much!!!! Ugh. When Nanami asks if it’s a dream, my brain went into hyperdrive about how the Traveler and Nahida visit the Aranara and in a quieter corner, there’s ever blooming Sakura trees and a home in traditional Inazuman design.

I shall name that story/hangout quest “The Eternal Dream” because of the sheer symbolism and meaning for both Inazuma and Sumeru. I am split on if it should be a story quest with deeper meaning or just fun. And unfortunately, that does lead to some angst potential depending on how Genshin continues. Gosh, think of Zhongli or another archon randomly visiting them. Zhongli wants to check up on them and lets them know they are always welcome to come to Liyue again.

Puppet reader and Scara taking up hobbies!!! Musical instruments!! Weaving!! Sewing!!! Gardening!!! And having little picnics where they’re just so content and domestic!!!!

Scara being playable is hilarious because of his desire to stay with puppet reader. I think if he does join the team occasionally, he now carries one of puppet reader’s hairpins along with the drawing of them. What if he upgraded and it’s a wedding pic??? Cmon think of how cute that would beeeee. Actually how many playables are single? Catch Scara looking at a pic of his beloved and the rest feeling hella single like damn. He’ll buy some gifts to bring home when he decides that he’s been away too long. Sorry, Traveler but puppet reader comes first. In and out of the bedroom lol.

Bloom anon

Admittedly, since the last I saw of Kamisama Kiss was ten years ago I barely remember anything besides kisses and youkais and Tomoe going to school sometimes

I still can't believe that of all people, Scaramouche would be kinning Tomoe akdheonw

Omg Eternal Dream <33 I want that cute place somewhere with the glowy mushrooms or close to the Aranara house! We might have to wait for 3.3 because it might draw some redundance, however, with Zhongli supposedly visiting Sumeru for Alhaitham him visiting the two wouldn't be so farfetched!

And yes to hobbies!! Definitely top priority there is gardening, they got manuals and everything, they even have Nahida to help (who would sometimes sneakily use her dendro powers when she realizes the plants they were trying to grow is dying) so they don't get sad <33 I also want to drag Tighnari into this but that's for my guilty pleasure ship that is hate-hate Scaranari

I feel that whenever Scara is away, he makes sure that Nahida is at least looking out for you or that you have a home in Sumeru City so you're close to her. Omg wedding pic??? This got me thinking if they would do a Sumeru or Inazuma themed wedding hmm hmm if we go by canon, all of them are single so get fucked everyone hahaha

AND THAT LAST LINE GDI BLOOM ANONSMDKDBSKNWMS HAHAHAHAH OUT OF POCKET

#bloom anon #exile.goblet #exile.reader #about kintsugi #scaramouche

[hellavile]

mocha 🥺🥺🥺🥺 coming into ur inbox staring at my feet and holding my sleeves bc like….um today is sept 26 & it’s my birthday soooooooooooooo ummmmm (GOD i hate asking for things) but ummmmm how do you think sasuke would treat me on special day 👉🏾👈🏾 feening for him tonight <\3

oh my GOSH HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRETTY GIRL! may you have the happiest day ever!

let’s just say sasuke is gonna start your special day off with some morning head bc why not fr. the man will be slipped under the covers, squeezing your thighs and eating at your shit until you wake up sensitive and scooting on his face until you finish and then he’ll tell you ‘good morning, happy birthday baby’ with a smug ass grin. he’ll carry you to the bathroom for a morning bubble bath and then downstairs on his back to the kitchen where he made you an all you can eat breakfast. literally from pancakes, french toast, eggs, bacon, home fries, cinnamon rolls etc. he’ll have the whole day planned out for you because he wants you to have the best birthday every year. taking you out for a stroll at the park to enjoy the fall weather and scenery. have a picnic with all your favorite sandwiches, fruits, and snacks. has coloring books, crayons, and markers so you guys can draw together. sasuke takes you to your favorite bakery to have a special mini cake you can blow the candles out for later. takes you back home to get ready for the perfect dinner date at an expensive restaurant. tells you to get WHATEVER you want. i’m talking wagyu steak, lobster, buttered shrimp, pasta, a soufflé. the man doesn’t care if you empty his wallet bc it’s all worth it for you. even has a gift for you wrapped in a tiny baby blue tiffany box. a pretty anklet with his initial ‘s’ bc he wants to see it dangle over his shoulder when fucks you good by the end of the night. moaning how much he loves you, kisses all over your face, neck, and chest. and cuddles you after bc you can’t stop crying from how happy he makes you feel. <3

#✉️ ❛ mail ! #۫ ִ ׂ💭 mocha’s cuties. #hope that did it for you <3

[commanderfloppy]

💗 , 🎨 & 🍵 for miss floppy?

Thank you for the ask!!!

💗 Relationships? Who are their friends, their family relations, lover(s), foes? What sort of personalities really tick them off and what others do they like? Is there anything that’d ruin a friendship for them?

As the Commander Floppy has met a lot of people good and bad, her most prominent relationship is the one she has with Dragon’s Watch, which is basically her family at this point. Especially any member under the age of 25 (they grow up so fast) who is now her kid.  

I still think most friends outside of Dragon’s Watch can be hard for her to interact with still, since she met all of them as this Godly Commander things can still be a bit…formal 

But she doesn’t really mind mostly hanging out with those she’s close too, I mean she can work in the lab with Gorrik and Taimi, talk Mesmer magic and fashion with Kasmeer, listen to Braham and Rox talk about how their lives are doing now, complain about being old with Rytlock. She’s got a pretty nice variety there already. 

Of course only interacting with your ‘family’ and people through work has definitely made her Romantic life…well completely dead.  Though that is starting to change a little with her taking a bit of a break in Cantha, a place where her reputation doesn’t precede her as much.

As Commander Floppy has so many Foes, actual ones and self-proclaimed ones, I don’t think she bothers to really keep track of them all.  That being said in terms of Foes she personally has/enemies who aren’t actively trying to kill her. She fucking HATES the Arcane Council, honestly just dealing with Asuran higher ups in general. She hates how condescending the general attitude is, the constant tearing down, she hates it so much. 

And of course Contrasting that, if you like to look beyond things like outward appearance or preconceived notions, or generally see the better in people, she likes that a bit. 

Honestly I don’t think much would ruin her friendship with you, I mean a lot of her friends have literally tried to kill her at one point. I guess if your personality did a 180, if you started being evil and it wasn’t from a magic spell or something. 

🎨 Is your OC artistic? Can they draw or paint or do they prefer another medium? Are they a writer or musician or do they do something else? Give us a quick run down of what they can get creative with!

She’s a little artistic, I like to think she is not the worst artist from a lot of years of drawing the plants and animals she saw (though she’s definitely a bit rusty now).  Another thing that could probably be artistic that she’s good at is dancing, not something she brings out often but her sense of rhythm is great. 

Otherwise I don’t know if she’s often all that creative, maybe creative at coming up with crazy plans to fight insanely strong enemies.

🍵 Are there any rumours about your OC hanging around? Nasty ones or just good humoured? Got any gossip to share about them?

Oh my gosh so many. I always imagine that the Commander is a strange mix of a Myth, a God, and a Celebrity, so there have been so many magazine articles, strange books, plays, all about her that usually get many things wrong. 

I think one of the ‘worst’ but also funniest rumors was when the topic of her lovelife became a public interest (probably thanks to a snargle book), and there were so many different pictures and articles trying to prove she was dating some random member of Dragon’s Watch. 

A picture of her hugging Braham and maybe giving him a little forehead kiss saying that ‘She’s a Cougar’ and “likes them young?”. A photo of Kasmeer excitedly holding her hand when they went shopping with the title “Lady Meade Ditches Detective! Now the Commander’s New Lover!”.  

And then of course the funniest instance which was when a photo of her and Rylock together after IBS got taken, it was snapped at a moment where their talking and hand gestures made it look like she was scratching his chin or something and that interesting framing paired with the fact they were probably chilling on a couch talking and she was maybe partially sitting on his leg (Because how the fuck else is she gonna be high enough to be in ear shot) made it a weirdly convincing but also HILLARIOUS image that everyone laughed at. Oh and this one also had some insane title about them “Recovering from hardships by finding love” or something.  Needless to say that article is framed somewhere in the Eye of the North.

#The Great Commander! #ask game answers #gw2 #commander floppy #vlixxa floppy #I love thinking about the batshit insane stuff that is written about the commander in Tyria #sometime I should draw out the one moment i have in my brain for her earlier days as commander #where she goes out to divinity's reach for business and finds some poster for a play about #But the poster depicts a sexy human woman with slightly large pointed ears #a bit in her likeness but it was funny that the fact she was an ASURA didn't seem to translate #or maybe the playwrights thought it would sell better #either way I always imagine the commander and crew being able to go to some Ember Island Players ass performances #Oh my god now I am just imagining that and all the dumb shit that there could be wrong #Making myself die of laughter as always

[sexybread-png]

supercorp endgame?

#supergirl #kara danvers #supercorp #kara zor el #lena luthor #supercorp endgame #supergirl fanart #supercorp fanart #gay #lena #gosh i fucking hate drawing kisses #HOW DO THEY WORK #anyways #um #yea