#hes... as the brits would say.... cheeky.....

[fbfh]

Writing quick drabbles about the obscure blorbos I kept forgetting to write about 1/4

Tw for mild yandere/stalker behavior but its joe so what do you expect. Also I'm still in season 2 so no spoilers.

okay I fully admit that this is incrediby self indulgent but Joe Goldberg obsessing over writer!reader hits so so different. You came into Mooney's looking for a first edition of some obscure book, and the second Joe saw you it was game over. The light in your eyes, the way they sparkle as you scan the shelves and look at the titles has him hooked, but when you ask him if they still have any copies of what you're looking for, you have him hook line and sinker. He never thought he would emet someone as perfect as you, much less someone with such good taste and interest in literature. Then he finds out you write too??? he thinks there needs to be a word stronger than perfect. once he learns more and more about you wthout your knowledge, he doesn't find a single red flag. He worms his way into your life, and before you know it, you're living together and he's the perfect dream boyfriend. He protects your time to write like a dragon protects its hoard. He knows what kind of distractions to eliminate, when to sit with you in silence and when to leave you alone, when to bring you more coffee or tea and encourage you to keep going and when to tear you away from your laptop, insisting you give yourself a break. He'll never pressure you to share anything before you're ready (even though he has access to your google docs or scrivner in the cloud, but don't worry, he's really good at acting like this is the first time he's reading your work when you do show him. He's had plenty of time to hone his reactions and perfectly articulate all the praise he's going to give you.) when you do share your work with him, it makes him feel closer to you than ever. He's notjust getting to see inside the deepest most intimate parts of your mind, but you're letting him. you want him to. you want him, just like he wants you.

#drabbles #joe goldberg #joe goldberg x reader #joe goldberg drabbles #you netflix #you #you x reader #you drabbles #also i've seen a ton of clips of georgie from young sheldon on tiktok and uh #guys help /j #someone convince me not to watch young sheldon just for the older brother #bc im about to #i saw that man for two seconds and went 'feminist 👉' #he.... seems like hell be a good dad #i just #hm #my baby fever is bad and his accent is nice #hes... as the brits would say.... cheeky..... #god help me

[cookiescribble]

spencer x british!reader

as a brit i would love to see a fic of a reader with a british accent and spencer adores it and mimics her sometimes

Taking It In (Spencer Reid x British Fem!Reader)

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! This is a bit of a team effort because I’m a bit more knowledgeable about British culture (in no means an expert, I just had a hyperfixation on the Beatles and Doctor Who in middle school/ high school lmao) but Mod Angel is usually the one who writes for fem!readers. Also, we’re both American so we hope this is what you wanted! Sorry for the little wait - Mod Ghost

We also just binged season 2 of Heartstopper and tried our best to pick up on some of the language because we thought this was a really cute idea and wanted to write it as best we could! - Mod Angel

~~~

“Coffee? I thought that people from the UK drank tea?” Spencer piped up from behind as his girlfriend was pouring coffee into one of the paper cups she’d found around the canteen. 

“It heavily depends on who you’re talking to, Spencer. I feel you should know just as well as I do that everyone’s different. You didn’t profile me as soon as we started dating?” Y/N joked, to which he looked puzzled.

“Wha–no, I usually try to keep my job separate from…personal relations.” He replied sheepishly, starting to mix up his own mug of coffee. 

“That changed when we started dating, didn’t it, love?” She teased him, patting his shoulder.

It made him blush and stutter like mad, his hands waving around as he tried to scramble to find something to say. It was rare to see him speechless, but she couldn’t help but to smirk as she watched him struggle. It only lasted a few more seconds before she cut him off, reaching out and gently touching his hand.

“It’s alright, I was just being cheeky, that’s all. C’mon, let’s go back to workin’ on the case, okay?” She chuckled, leading him away from the counter with the hand that wasn’t holding her coffee resting at the small of his back as they walked. 

“I knew that!” He squealed in his own defense, which made her giggle loudly. 

*

A few weeks later, the BAU were out to dinner, taking a small break while in the middle of a case. Though, it wasn’t much of a break, considering they were still talking about the profile.

Spencer pointed to a plate in the middle of the table. “Can I have a chip?”

A confused silence fell over the table as they all looked in his direction. Spencer stared back at them, an eyebrow raised in his own confusion.

“What?” Spencer asked finally, breaking the silence.

“What did you just say?” JJ responded with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“I asked if you could pass me a chip” he answered, pointing to the plate again.

“Where do you see chips?” Hotch chimed in, concerned for his mental stability. 

Still confused, Spencer pointed to the plate again.

“The fries?” Penelope clarified, gesturing to the same plate finally. 

“Oh.” He nodded awkwardly. “Yeah, can you pass me a fry?��

“You’re really spending too much time with that girlfriend of yours, aren’t you?” Morgan teased, grinning and playfully nudging his shoulder.

He smiled and shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said in a faux-English accent as he finally got the ‘chip’ he wanted as the rest of the table laughed. 

“Speaking of Y/N, where is she tonight?? I miss that girl.” Garcia complained from the other side of the table, 

“Oh, she went out with one of her mates–” Spencer started before Prentiss cut him off from where she was sat next to him, 

“Mates??” She asked incredulously, seconds away from giggling as he groaned and leaned back in his chair. 

“FRIENDS! Her friends.” he grumbled, finishing his food and making a mental note to not only tell but blame his girlfriend, Y/N, for everything he’d been through tonight. Not before giving her a kiss, though. The fact that she wasn’t here just made him realize how much he missed her, and it made him wonder if there was a correlation between missing her and talking like her.

The girls dropped him off at home a few hours later, where the first thing he said when he saw Y/N was ‘this is your fault’.

“Do you…want to elaborate on that or…?”

“Later.” Was all he said before he was hugging her and burying his head in her shoulder. 

She tugged him close, feeling him start breathing deeply against her shoulder as if he was falling asleep and tapped him to wake him up a bit so she could start leading him to their room. “Come along, darling, let’s get you into bed. You seem tired.” 

“I know that they’re fries but you say chips…it’s cute…” he mumbled as he walked, only adding to the confusion but she chalked it up to him being tired from a long day and let it go for now as she tucked him in with a smile at how cute he was. 

#spencer reid #fanfiction #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #ghosty #mod angel #mod ghost #spencer reid fluff #british #british speaking Y/N #request #thank you for submitting !!

[povlnfour]

hi babes, congrats on 1000!! would you be willing to do seb or max + sneaking around with horner’s daughter? kisses for you😚🫶🏻

thank you lovely!! how about both🤭

from the 1k drabble game

ੈ✩‧₊˚ SNEAKING AROUND WITH HORNER’S DAUGHTER (SV5 + MV1)

sebastian vettel :

— sebastian was cheeky with it. he was a sweetheart, but simultaneously a menace. he knew your father liked him, and thus firmly believed he could get away with a lot. he was probably right but you didn’t want to test the theory like this.

— seb would always be stealing sneaky kisses and hidden touches around the garage, and he was worse still at team dinners.

— your dad was somehow never suspicious when you always sat next to seb, but how he didn’t see the man’s hand in your lap you would never know. seb pushed the boundaries entirely, always stroking your thigh to get a reaction from you. team dinners had become your favorite thing but also your worst nightmare.

— one memory was when you could hear your father searching for you, asking all the mechanics if they had seen you and getting suggestions on where you might be. you were hidden in a broom cupboard right by where he was, seb’s body pressed right against yours as the two of you tried to hide your laughter.

— when you finally decided enough was enough, after a year of dating seb, you built up the courage to tell your father. christian only stared at you for a minute, causing you to panic, before the brit quite simply stated ‘i know.’

— turns out you weren’t half as subtle as you thought.

max verstappen :

— max liked to joke that he wasn’t scared of your father. you both knew that was a lie. not scared per say, but it was clear christian was like a father figure in his own right to max, so you knew your boyfriend never wanted to get on his wrong side.

— max would make a lot of talk about how it didn’t matter if christian caught the two of you, but the second your dad was within any sort of earshot, max was jumping away and practically socially distancing himself from your side.

— you never took offence, in fact you found it quite hilarious. so much so that you’d push the limits of how much you could get away with in your father’s presence.

— that time you apparently had no idea your dad was just around the corner when you kissed max in the hallway of the garage? oh you knew exactly where christian was, you just wanted to see max’s panicked reaction.

— over time he got more confident. the less your father caught you, the braver he became, kissing you in all sorts of risqué places.

— of course, this is what led to his downfall. when christian walked straight in on the two of you making out. max immediately began to apologise, and you couldn’t help but giggle at how panicked he seemed.

— christian just hugged him, said he was happy for the two of you. you cried a bit (but that’s a secret).

#… [zellie’s 1k drabble game] #f1 x reader #f1 #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel scenario #sebastian vettel one shot #sebastian vettel imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen scenario #max verstappen one shot

[malereadermaniac]

Jealousy looks good on you ~ Kit Connor x Male Reader

So you guys LOVED my last Kit post so here's another one

Can I just say how fucking annoying it is to search "jealous male reader" and every post is Yandere and shit??? Like bro I want jealousy in the sense that I feel wanted not always 'death' and 'darling' and shit. Rant over <3

Before Dating

The two of you were best friends

In the most platonic way, you two were practically already dating

Kit and you were close since Y7

The two of you would cling onto each other, the gingers hands were almost always on your waist if yours weren't on his shoulders

You would sleep round Kit's house every weekend, then he would sleep round on most weekdays "because your house is closer to college"

When one of you got into a relationship, it went one of two ways:

If Kit got into a relationship, the girl would get jealous of you within a week, Kit would get mad at her and they'd break up in a month tops

It was always weird for Kit when he got into a relationship, he'd never really LOVE her, but he just put it down to him being young

What he knew was that he didn't like how his girlfriends treated you, and he hated how because he was in a relationship, you would back off with the clinginess

One time, a new girlfriend of his was alone with Kit, and when he brought you up, she said "Oh that f*g? You're like, actually, friends with him?" - that was the first and last time he'd shouted at a girl

The second option is you getting into a relationship, Kit gets insanely jealous, side comments about your boyfriend and going silent when you would bring him up - totally platonic

Kit would get even clingier, like snuggling his face in your neck "Cause he's tired"

The ginger would even crash your dates 'on accident'

Your boyfriend at the time would go mad, Kit fucking loved it, you were his best-friend after all

But all of his 'platonic' jealousy paid off when the guy broke up with you, and Kit was your shoulder to cry on

He felt bad, but he loved being your comfort, he didn't want anyone else to be as good of a friend to you as he was...

Kit knew he was Bi since Y10, what you didn't know was that you're the reason he knew that

After many failed relationships, the ginger realised that he'd much prefer to be in a relationship with you than any other girl in your year

After all, he had broken down once when you canceled plans to go on a date with your bf - like he cried and all, that must of been his first sign that he wasn't as straight as he thought

And after his glow-up in Y13 (not that he needed one, my god), you fell for him too - HARD

Dating

Kit is the most jealous type of man ever

And you fucking love it

Usually it's really little things, like his hand tightening around yours when an attractive guy is talking to you

Or holding you closer when an ex trys to talk to you

He isn't toxic about it at all

When kit gets jealous he talks to you about it - it's so attractive

However, the last time he got jealous was intense

The two of you were out, not specifically on a date, but just enjoying eachothers company

The calm and enjoyable atmosphere was interrupted by your most infamous ex

Kit hated him and his guts

That cunt ruined you, and no matter how much Kit loved to comfort you, this dickhead went overboard

And he had the guts to keep in touch with you!?

As you and your ex chatted, he started to obviously flirt with you

You laughed his remarks of as Kit pulled you closer to him

After a while, Kit had, had enough of him

"Hate to interrupt but can't you see we're on a date here, mate?"

Fuck you loved it when Kit went full on brit

He rarely did that, but it made your face darken slightly with a blush

"Alright mate no need to be dick, bye (y/n), ill see ya round"

You say nothing, just roll your head towards Kit and look up at him with a cheeky smile

"What?!" He asks defensively

"Nothing... jealousy just looks good on you" you tease tour ginger boyfriend

"Oh shut up" he chuckles, his muscular arm around your waist tightly as he leans his head into your neck

It's crazy how such an attractive man gets so jealous for you, but you love it

The built ginger gets possessive obviously, however that's more in the bedroom than in daily life

He always prefers secluded areas for dates, fields or the comfort of your own home

Mainly because of his new found fame, but the man also likes to keep you to himself

Kit also tries to impress you so much, the ginger feels the need to be the centre of your attention at all times

He'll lift you up to show off his strength, subtly show off his muscles or mention his paycheck for last month

You play into his little games and act all wooed and impressed, and he lives off of it.

#male reader #gay #x male reader #fanfic #fluff #cute gay #kit connor #kit connor x reader #kit connor x male reader #celebrity x reader #celebrity x male reader #heartstopper x reader #heartstopper #heartstopper x male reader

[bapple117]

Velvette Slang Masterlist: for the fandom

A gift from a humble Brit to anyone (not from the UK) wanting to write Velv convincingly ~

Hello you wayward sinner!

Are you looking to write Velvette into a fan fiction, comic, roleplay or something else? Would you like to make her sound legit but you have no idea about British (or indeed, South London) slang? FEAR NOT! I, Bapple, am here to hold your hand and guide you through the wonderful world of British slang so you can have fun making Velv sound legit. Let's proceed!

Not all of this will be limited to the UK, of course, and it's not an exhaustive list of ALL British slang either - it's just the kind of things Velv WOULD say as someone from South London.

Insults

For men: bastard, prick, wanker, knob, dickhead, wankstain, bellend, git, tosser, sod, cock, pillock, numpty, codger (means old man)

For women: bint, bitch, slag, wench, slut, tart, trollop, scrub

For anyone: arsehole, arse, twat, sket, muppet, minger (means ugly), bugger, gobshite, cretin

The absolute worst thing you can call someone else is cunt - this is very strong and isn't used in casual conversation, unless you are in VERY informal company, in which case it's thrown around like it's nothing at all. (Come here you cheeky cunt - playful)

Terms of Endearment

Babes, hun, luv, darlin', sweetheart, mate, sweetie, mucker, pal, blud, fam, dear, dearie, honey

Eg: "Alright babes? How's it going darlin?'"

British people often use insults affectionately, too, especially with close friends as a way to tease / banter. (You silly sod, you useless prick, you cheeky git, you daft muppet, etc)

Slang Words

Drunk: trollied, smashed, pissed, wasted, legless, hammered, sloshed, battered, bladdered, merry, shitfaced, arseholed, plastered, lashed

Good: banging, well good, mint, the dogs bollocks, ace, blinding, cracking, brill, fab, neat, beast, fresh, hench, jokes (that's jokes innit), lush, peng (good looking), sick, wicked, peak, wavy

Bad: grim, naff, shite, shit, crap, tat (useless old tat), minging, rank, dry, nasty, humming (means gross)

Pleased: chuffed, buzzing, tickled pink, sorted (I'm sorted mate)

Annoyed: gutted, miffed, pissed off, fucked off, fuming, raging, ticked off, well annoyed, bovvered (used more sarcastically eg: I aint bovvered), vexed

Curses

Bollocks, fucking hell, bloody hell, bugger, piss off, any of the insults used above

Other random words

Bare = a lot of (eg bare money)

Chirpsing, grafting = flirting

Garms = clothes

Lips = kiss (are you tryna lips me?)

Peng ting = good looking person / high quality thing

Standard = of course, yeah no duh (Yeah that's standard mate.)

Tight = cheapskate (Don't be so bloody tight!)

Yard = your house (Come over to my yard)

Banter = conversation that's funny, casual, playful (S'just banter innit)

Convo, chinwag, chat = conversation

Defo = short for definite (Oh he's defo up to something)

Other random phrases

Are you taking the mick? = are you mocking me?

Stop faffing around = be serious and stop messing about

That's mad = wow, I can't believe what you just said or that's amazing

Allow it = just leave it, it's no big deal (Whatever mate, allow it)

Other helpful pointers

When British people (who talk like Velv) swear angrily we do so many times in a whole sentence and add a lot of qualifiers, eg:

"Fuck off you fucking prick, you absolute fucking useless arsehole!"

"Don't piss me off babes or I'll fucking end your shitty little life!"

Making a crude observation about something nearly always a curse in-front of it, eg:

"That's fucking rank."

"It was fucking buzzing mate!"

The Magical Use of Innit:

Innit is a wonderful word that can be used everywhere, especially for someone from South London. It basically means "isn't it?" but it has MANY uses. It can be used to mean an agreement, like "I know right?"

"That was well good innit"

"He's a right twat" - response: "INNIT!"

"It's fuckin grim in here" - "Innit mate"

Adding "well" to words

That was well good - that was well bad - that was well grim

(You get the idea)

That's about it for now!

If I think of anything else I will edit this masterlist and if anyone has any questions please feel free to pop them in my inbox. Happy writing!

#velvette #hazbin hotel velvette #the vees #hazbin #hazbin hotel #tips for writers #tips for fanfiction #hazbin roleplay #hazbin velvette #fanfiction guides #writing guides #hazbin guide #bapple chats #bapple guides #masterlist #velvette masterlist #velvette x reader

[adventuringblind]

Oscar the Matchmaker: Chapter Seven

Oscar Piastri x reader x Max Verstappen

Summary: Oscar needs to let out some steam after his DNF in Spa, and his partners happen to be the perfect stand ins. Lando fails to realize that Oscar is a matchmaker in a really messed up kind of way

Warnings: Bossy Oscar, Bondage, dom/sub, Oral (m and f), spanking, overstimulation, denial, Lando is still a menace

Notes: Carlando anybody? 👀

Masterlist

Lando is a menace. He knows this. The Spainaird sitting next to him knows this as well. However, Lando is also protective. Carlos had sent out a less than nice tweet about his teammate, and Lando is determined to make the older male apologize for his actions.

Oscar had been so excited after the sprint, and Lando had wanted to see that continue through the race and after. The Australian leaving with a deppressed look on his face had not been the plan.

The Brit had once again stolen a room key. This time, Max's. Oscar had said they were coming straight here after everything was said and done. So they lounge lazily across the bed. Lando had finished lecturing Carlos ten minutes ago. Now the pair have nothing better to do than lounge around and go through the groups things.

Lando opens another drawer, and Carlos just shakes his head in disappointment. "I found the goods!"

"The goods?"

"The secrets, Carlos! The things that are kinky!"

Both Lando and Carlos' head snap toward the door. Max's hotel room is much bigger to the point where the bedroom is separate. This means that at the current moment, they can't see each other, but they can hear through the walls.

The door slams shut, and Oscar's more demanding voice fills the other side of the wall. "Knees. Now."

Lando grabs Carlos by the arm and pulls him off the bed. "Not again."

The two dive into the bathroom and gently close the door just in time for the bedroom door to slam open. Lando can hear the closet door also creak open and close again.

"Pretty sure Lando won't ever come into the room unnoticed again." Laughs the female.

Carlos leans over to him and whispers. "You've don't this before?!"

"Almost died with Charles."

"That explains some things."

~

The highs and lows of Spa are something that can make even the strongest man dizzy. Or at least that's how she thinks Oscar might feel.

His early DNF had made him irritable all evening. Which is to be expected. Not like anyone likes to DNF.

When she saw the look on his face, she knew that he needed to let out his frustrations.

Which would turn out to be Max. The Aussie had pratically dragged him back here with her in tow carrying their things.

Now Max is on his knees, Oscar is fuming, and she's attempting to find what he asked for.

If they hadn't talked about this before, then she might have even been scared. However, Max had sent in the group chat that he is willing to be a stand-in for whatever Oscar needs. It's a rare thing that this happens. That consent is given over text, and Oscar had double-checked in the car.

The Aussie had laid out his plans and made sure to remind them he isn't mad, and this is for their enjoyment as much as his outlet. It is always important to go into these things with a good mindset.

She lays a few things out and then waits as instructed. Oscar and Max are in seconds, and despite the initial roughness, They both check around the room and shoot her cheeky smiles.

No sign of Lando. "Pretty sure Lando won't come into the room unnoticed again." She laughs.

"I'd rather not risk it given what we're about to do." Oscar closes the closet door and looks at both her and Max. "I'm giving you three seconds to put yourselves on the bed facing each other."

The two flounder for a moment, but still end up there they needed to be. Though it definitely isn't graceful.

Neither of them say anything. Max may be the Carlos stand-in, but she has yet to actually be told what she's doing. Awaiting orders like a robot.

"Strip each other. Don't want anything on you." Oscar stands at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed, face flushed with a mix between arousal and frustration. They fumble again in getting clothes off. A small part of her mind wants to take as long as possible, but with his mood, she deems that it is a bad idea. The last time she decided to be a brat, it ended with three hours of edging, and then Oscar and Max tag teamed her into far too many orgasms that she cried for a while after. It was great, really, but at the time, she wasn't pleased with it.

Instead it feels like their clothes are off in record time. Oscar eyes them with hunger. A smirk plays on his lips as he wets them with his tongue.

A forceful push sends Max backward. His head dangling of the edge. She can hear the buckle of Oscar's jeans come undone. He turns it into a makeshift bond for his wrist. A little tighte then neccecary but the moan it gets from Max tells her he likes it that way.

She dragged from her blissful state of simply watching when a fistful of her hair is grabbed. She's shoved down towards Max's very hard cock. It's a little slower, so she has a chance to actually get her mouth open.

"Don't let him finish." He pointedly commands her. This is going to be a long night.

~

"I still can't believe you've done this before."

"I can't believe my teammate is really this kinky."

"Is this some sort of weird fetish you have? I swear I won't judge, but I think you need to talk to them if that's what this is."

"I'm going to cry now. The last time haunts me. Max held us hostage."

~

One hour down. She almost wishes she could record this like a video log. Max has finished approximately four times.

She has no idea how. Max looks exhausted, and his eyes are glazed over in ecstasy. Part of her thinks both him and Oscar needed this.

Speaking of Oscar, he has finished once. Inside of Max, mind you. Part of her thinks it was accidental. He looked shocked when it happened.

She has yet to finish. Her body is desperate, but her mind is telling her that she need not be. She'll probably be crying when they are done for the night.

Max was screaming a minute ago, and now the room is filled with panting. She likes this noise. Like an interlude in a song before it ramps up again.

Oscar runs gentle hands down the curves of Max's body. "You did so good, Maxy. Such a good stand-in. Too bad Carlos isn't a good boy like you."

~

"I'm sorry... what?"

"Makes sense, mate. You made the Aussie angry."

"But he's so calm! Where is all the aggression coming from?"

"See, I've come to reason that he stores it all in a bottle and then saves it for these occasions."

~

She's not sure how she got herself into this position. Her body being tied to the headboard.

Scratch that, she does know. Oscar had proposed that he work on his knot tying while Max recovers some of his energy.

Apparently, she is also a Carlos stand-in. She may be tied to the headboard, but she's facing the wall.

Smack

"...seven"

Smack.

"......eight."

She's going to have Oscar's hand tattooed to her skin if the mark stays. Why is she getting spanked anyway? What did she do? Unless this is a damn warm-up. He's used this method to put her down a few times. She's sad that it's actually working.

Smack.

"Nine..-"

Smack

"-Ten!"

Tears are burning her eyes now. It's not like the hits are soft. Her ass burns and stings, and she's not sure she really wants anymore.

Originally, she's been told fifteen. But the pitch and tears must have been noticed. Hands run along her skin soothingly. Soft kisses are pressed to her spine.

"We won't do anymore, love. I'm so proud of you. You did so well for me."

She's smiling, and she's not sure why. It's probably due to the praise which is making her feel floaty and fuzzy.

"Maxy, I have a new job for you."

She feels another presence dip the bed. Max is settling himself between her already spread thighs.

She almost cries at the feeling of Max's tongue barely licking her. The stimulation she's been craving finally at her doorstep.

Two pairs of hands grip her body. Max on her thighs just under her aching ass and Oscar everywhere inbetween.

They both get more aggressive with their movements. Max's mouth is everywhere she needs it. Sometimes, she wonders if this is his secret talent or if he got training for it.

She loses herself at the thought.

"Please- fuck. Please sir I need to cum."

"Go ahead. Finish on Max's tongue."

She must have done something right because Oscar's body is also shuddering. She assumes it's his title that did it.

She can't think too hard about it as the muscles in her body start to contract. Her head drops back behind her, and the Aussie’s lips attach themselves to her throat.

No thought for the rest of the night. Only feelings, pleasure, and unconditional love.

~

"Do you think Max or Oscar has the bigger dick?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Curiosity."

"Who do you think has a bigger dick, me or you?"

"Honestly no idea."

~

She's subbed dropped a few times before. It's a thing that happens to everyone if they are consistently in the headspace for long periods of time. She is currently finding that wall. That limit of how much she can really take.

She's enjoying this. Lost in the abyss of her mind. No idea how many orgasms she's been dragged through.

So she panics when it stops. Her mind reeling with every possibility. A futile attempt to bring herself back.

She hadn't realized she'd been crying. Harder now due to the suddenness of the stop.

Every nerve is alight. Every part of her body feels thoroughly loved. Her mind unable to understand what is happening.

Oscar's voice is attempting to pull her back to reality. Gentle hands stroke her hair. "Breathe love, you did so well."

"Why did you stop?"

"We stopped a good five minutes ago. You started crying only a minute ago." He soothes.

Max's fingers trace down her arm to her bonds. "Can I untie these?"

She shakes her head yes despite still not really understanding. Her eyes are still leaking, and she can't get it to stop. She needs to see them. Get lost in their eyes for a while.

When she is no longer tangled in rope, her body collapses into both boys. Exhaustion takes over her as she trembles in their hold. Every inch of her is still swimming in endorphins.

Words are exchanged, and the bed moves again. Max is humming a song to attempt stopping the still unending tears.

Tears she doesn't understand. She's not unhappy or in pain. Her brain feels like nothing and can't see past her boys and the unending waves serotonin. Maybe it's too much for her. Maybe she finally found that limit.

Sh hears the bathroom door creaks open and something like a growl escape from Oscar.

~

The two boys on the cold bathroom floor have made their own entertainment.

Is this probably not the best look from a professional standpoint? Probably. Do they care in this moment? Absolutely not.

The fact that Lando even has the Spaniard down his throat is amazing. It's even better when Carlos mumbles about how it's the best head he's ever had.

Until the moment is interrupted by the door creaking open and the light flicking on.

Carlos doesn't look at the door, though, cause he's too busy looking at Lando's flushed cheeks. He finishes down his throat the same second and somehow the Brit manages to take all of it.

"What the fuck?!"

Both boys scramble to resituate themselves. The door slams closed and they can hear Oscar muttering to himself.

When it reopens, he is in clothes and armed with murder in his eyes.

"I swear to god Lando that you have a kink or something, but bringing Carlos here as well is just evil."

"Does that mean it's a bad time to apoligize?"

"Get out."

#x reader #fanficion #formula one #f1 fic #formula 1 #racing #f1 fanfic #max verstappen #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen f1 #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen x Oscar Piastri #oscar piastri f1 #oscar piastri imagine #oscar jack piastri #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri fanfic #mclaren #redbull #redbull racing #red bull racing #mclaren racing #mclaren formula 1 #red bull f1

[finkinthisfrew]

I have a request for a smaller story like blurb. Smutty jealous Matty is always hot lol

Yessss!! I looooove smutty jealous Matty! Here you go- hope this is up your alley :)

cw: 18+ in public kinda just a little

I love the thought of Matty taking you to some event, like the Grammy’s or the Brit Awards. Matty gets stuck in conversation with someone. You’re stood to the side, hands clasped politely as you try to follow along with whatever they’re talking about, your attention eventually drifting to the two children a few tables away from you. They’re dancing and giggling, and it’s an adorable sight to see. Several people have already turned to watch. “I reckon they’re paid actors, don’t you?” You hear come from behind you. You turn, coming face to face with the friendly face of a handsome man, his smile warm and genuine. “Definitely- far too cute to be authentic,” you say with a grin, grateful for some lighthearted conversation after several hours of introductions and forced pleasantry. You stand together, cracking a few more paid actor jokes as you watch the children in adoration, their laughter and joy so genuine it hurts your heart.

Only a few minutes into chatting, a man in coattails breaks you up, ushering everyone to their seats before the lights dim, the awards ceremony about to start. You wave farewell to your new friend and he winks at you, making you blush from shock right as you feel a familiar warmth wrapping itself around your waist. “If I got a pound for every man that fucked you with his eyes tonight, I’d be filthy rich,” Matty says teasingly, pressing a kiss into your cheek as he stares daggers into the back of the handsome man who sat down just a few tables away from yours. “You’re insane, Matty. We were talking about children,” you laugh defensively, the red of your cheeks deepening. “I have no doubt in my mind he was imagining them as your own children. Names picked out and everything,” Matty says with a cheeky grin as he pulls your chair out for you to sit in. His voice is light-hearted, but you can hear the tone of huffiness underneath- he’s jealous. “Matty, the woman you were just talking to was flirting with you in FRONT of me,” you say pointedly as you sit down. “Oh, she’s nightmare,” he shudders before joining you in the seat next to you, “but that man seemed far from a nightmare with that dashing smile of his. Such a handsome boy he was. Was that a wink I caught?” Matty’s teasing, but you don’t take any of it personally. In fact, you kind of enjoy it. Matty always gets territorial when he’s jealous.

“He winked? I didn’t notice,” you lie. Matty’s eyebrows raise, clocking your smug grin and avoidant eyes as you sip your champagne. You’re sat a couple feet away from Matty, the chairs evenly spaced around the round table, but you see Matty lean towards you, and all of a sudden your centre of gravity shifts unexpectedly, your chair yanked below you. Suddenly your thigh is touching his thigh, and his breath is hot in your ear. “Oh you didn’t, did you?” he says, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver through you. But it’s not a shiver of fear. It’s a shiver of anticipation, because you love this game, and he loves it even more. “No,” you say bluntly, “But I can ask. Would you like me to go over and ask him if he was flirting with me?” You lean towards Matty as you speak, your low neckline leaving little to the imagination- even less the more you lean towards him. You watch his eyes, drooping with lust, flit down to your chest, back up to your eyes, down to your lips, and repeat. You can feel yourself growing wet from the candor of his gaze. He leans back to your ear, his breath tickling the bare skin of your neck as he speaks quietly. “Needn’t I remind you that you are mine. And I don’t like to share. Have you forgotten that, darling?” You feel his hand on your lap find the high slit of your dress. His fingers slip under the fabric stroking your now buzzing skin, his touch sending a swarm of butterflies down south. But his fingers don’t stop. They’re tickling the inside of your thigh as he innocently kisses your cheek- the entire room unaware of what’s happening behind the tablecloth below you. Matty leans in closer, draping his arm casually around your chair, his fingers lazily trailing along your shoulder. “You have trouble remembering that, don’t you baby?” He whispers. You turn to look at him, but he’s smiling innocently at you- beaming, in fact. Anyone looking would think ‘Oh, what a sweet couple, so young and in love, gazing into each other's eyes!’. Meanwhile, Matty’s hand only travels higher up the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to where you're most desperate for his touch. You turn to look at the person who’s stepped on stage, trying to look as composed as Matty, too aware of how gloriously you and your red cheeks were failing. “I don’t like you forgetting that,” Matty growls in your ear. You can feel the heat from his fingers- they can’t be more than a couple millimetres away from the now soaking-wet fabric of your panties. “How can we make sure you never forget that? Any ideas, darling?” He whispers sweetly. Your eyes are glued to the host giving their introductory speech on stage, but all you can see is Matty, shirtless, muscles gleaming with sweat, and his eyes, dark beneath the curtain of thick curls, piercing through you with lust. “Maybe I should marry you so everyone knows you belong to me,” he says quietly, watching your chest cave with desire. You both were desperate for marriage, only waiting for a full year of dating to hit so you wouldn’t freak out your friends and family. “Or maybe I should fuck it into you,” he breathes. His fingers finally make contact with your panties and you stifle your gasp, biting down on your lip. You can feel Matty’s eyes on your face just as clearly as you can feel his finger running up your slit, just enough pressure to send shockwaves of pleasure through your body, but not enough to feel satisfied. “Do you think if I fuck it into you hard enough,” he starts quietly, “enough that you can’t walk for, I don’t know, let’s say… 2 weeks? Maybe then you won’t forget?” His voice sounds innocent, but his actions are downright devilish. His finger stops on your clit and you freeze. He presses down and you stop breathing. Slowly, he begins to rub circles through the fabric. “I’ll make you cum so hard, I won’t let you stop cumming. You’ll cum so hard, you’ll forget your own name. The only one you’ll know is mine, because you’ll be screaming it so loud. Maybe then you’ll remember it while talking to these drooling dogs.”

Suddenly, the room erupts in applause, and Matty’s hand is gone. You realize you’re practically hunched over, panting in desperation. You straighten your back, shooting Matty a poisonous glare as you join in on the applause, but he’s looking up at the stage, smiling politely as he claps for the new speaker, about to announce the first award of the evening. As the applause dies down, Matty picks up his glass of wine, taking a small sip before wrapping his arm back around you, your clit now furiously starved for attention. You take your champagne flute and down the entire glass, uncertain how you’re going to get through the whole night. With Matty now politely listening to the new speaker, you let your eyes wander away from the stage and down to your laps, both covered by the tablecloth. You casually set down your champagne flute on the table, then as if to place your hand on Matty’s lap, you push back the tablecloth slightly- just enough to reveal the straining erection pushing against the pants of Matty’s suit. You look up to see Matty smiling at you, a twinkle in his eye. He places his wine back down before leaning into your ear, whispering just loud enough so only you can hear. “Don’t worry darling, intermission is only an hour away. I’ll fuck you nice and good in the hall closet then.” You feel his hand sneak its way back between your thighs and you sigh in frustration before leaning across the table for the Champagne bucket. You ignore Matty’s smile as you pour yourself a full glass, down it, then pour yourself a second, leaning back in your chair before sighing again. It was going to be a very long hour.

#lovers #at their very best #love #matty the 1975 #bfiafl #tender #the 1975 #fanfiction #fanfic #matty healy #matty #matty 1975 #matty healy smut #matty x reader #the 1975 fanfic #smut #fic prompt #brit awards #grammys

[woofwoofwolf]

Go home, Hobie Brown pt. 2

Hobie Brown x reader

Part 1:

Notes: Alt and aro ace reader (although that’s less relevant here), fluff-ish, reader remains GN but might have a writing bias towards fem, Hobie does some illegal shit, Hobie and reader are adults, use of (y/n), no phonetic spelling of Hobie’s accent, brit written by a European sue me, he’s probably a bit OOC in this one,

“Why does reader work at a factory and not, say, a pub? That’s a little weird isn’t it?” it’s bc I work at a factory and this is once again ✨wish fulfillment✨

So this initially was something else, but I realized that it was similar in structure to my previous work and that if I reworked it a little bit, it would be a nice addition to that. Is this a series now? I fucking hope not, I have a bad track record finishing those. Loosely connected two shot for now. I might come back tonight to tweak some stuff, but I think it is in a readable state lol

Pls dont repost anywhere thx ✨️

You tried your best to ignore him. An half hearted attempt to deprive him of the reaction he wanted while you continued to flatten out your stack of cardboard boxes, throwing them into the container next to you. Hobie was standing right in front of you, not having said anything to you since he arrived. He stood far enough away from you for it to appear casual and incidental, but close enough for him to still tower over you.

Finally, his patience caved. “…hey,” he said.

“Hey, Hobie,” your tone was cool. You didn't feel as embarrassed now that there were no people around, right outside of the small factory you worked at.

“What are you doing?”

You peered up at him with a smirk on your face. “I need to throw out these boxes. You know, for my job? My job that I have at this factory that we’re currently at. That you jumped a fence over to get to just now.” You gestured towards the fence right in front of you.

“Ey no way,” Hobie laughed as if he hadn't known all along. “You think they got cameras?”

You shrugged, all the while continuing your work. “We have a front door. You could’ve just talked to the lady at the front desk. She might have let you through, you know?”

“Nah, didn't like the look of her.”

"She probably wouldn't have liked the look of you either to be fair," you laughed. Technically, she'd be right, Hobie was trespassing. But she was a sour tart anyways, so you understood Hobie’s comment.

"What's wrong with those boxes anyways?" He pointed. "They look brand new."

You had noticed that he had been antsy about that. He probably didn't like you throwing out boxes that were still more than usable. It wasn’t something you agreed with either, but it wasn’t up to you.

"Dunno." You answered. "I don't think theres anything wrong with them perse. They probably prepared more than they needed."

"That's IT?! What a bloody waste," He gave the container a kick after his outburst. "Why are you contributing to this,"

"Boss's orders" you gave him a cheeky salute.

"I'm disappointed in you," You choked back a laugh.

"I knew you would be. I'm part of the machine, Hobart," You stuck out your hands and did a mock robot walk. “they’re coming to get you, Hobart-” 

Hobie pushed your arms back to your sides. His hands lingered there longer than your heart could handle "That stupid uniform too... They're stripping you of all the important bits."

"Well.” You said, hoping to go back to a lighter tone. “If you know of an anarchist version of this part-time job where I can come and go when I want, where I barely have to speak to people and where I make this much money, doing the workload equivalent of Homer Simpsons job, then let me know." It was true, this was the easiest part time you've ever had. "If you look at it like that, I'm practically stealing from the boss, don't you think?"

"I know of a job like that." He said, playing along. "It's called 'dating me'. heard It's got real good benefits too. "

"Ohhh does that include the part that I dont have to talk to my boss?" Hobie’s big dumb smirk dropped to an amused smile.

"No, I'd prefer if you kept doing that to be honest."

You couldn't hold it in and you awkwardly laughed alongside him.

"Can I have them?" He asked out of the blue.

"Pardon?"

"The boxes.”

"What do you need cardboard boxes for?" You put the box you had picked up back on the pile. "Don't become a hoarder, Hobie, I'll stop visiting you guys."

"Not me," he picked up one of the boxes to inspect. "For Gwendy. These are the exact size she uses to ship her clothes in when she sells them online."

You looked at him with narrowed eyes. If he took the few remaining boxes, you could finish up and go back inside, which was tempting.

Before you could answer him, the door to the building opened.

"Hey (y/n)," your manager said. "I came to check on you. Who's this..?" She frowned at Hobie, who was obviously not supposed to be there. Hobie looked troubled, even though he liked testing the boundaries he didn't want to get you fired over something like this. Which is honestly something he should have thought of before coming over, but what can you do.

"Actually," you said in the most somber tone you could muster. You placed your hand on Hobie’s arm in a comforting gesture. "Hobie just told me his grandma passed away this morning." You felt him stiffen up, his emotions shifting from confused to amused to acting out sadness in a split second.

Hobie, of course, didn't have a grandma in his life.

"Oh..." your manager said, you knew how empathetic she was. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

“I’m sorry ma’m.. I know I’m not supposed to be here, but,“ He let out a very fake sob and you suppressed the desire to roll your eyes. “I just know how close (y/n) was to my nan... I’ll be going now...“

Before he went though, he turned around and grabbed an entire armful of cardboard boxes. Leaving your manager stunned. Hobie walked towards the fence gate.

“You perhaps got a key for this gate? Ah, you do? Thank you I’ll be leaving now, Cheers.“

Your manager looked at you when he left. “Ah well. Nan would have hated for those boxes to go to waste.”

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Alright wow, I'm being so productive with fics at the moment this is kind of crazy.

I hope he isn't TOO out of character? I think it's really hard to get his speech pattern right. And then I don't just mean his accent, but how that interacts with his cheeky and confident way of talking. But my biggest pet peeves in fics of his at the moment are a) phonetic spelling of his accent and b) people who write fake and cringey British slang. (He doesn't constantly speak in cockney rhyme in the movie ppl lol) Bonus point if both are true, haha... I've lived in England, but honestly, getting it right is difficult, and I still feel like I'm having him say american phrases 😭

#hobie brown #spider punk #spiderverse #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk x reader

[joelalorian]

Tides of Desire - Chapter Nine: Close Quarters

*mood board by the lovely @/janaispunk. divider by the equally lovely @/saradika-graphics

Pairing: Yacht Captain!Joel Miller x f!reader

Series Summary: TLOU no outbreak AU. Joel Miller is a luxury yacht captain running charters in the Caribbean. You join the crew as a deckhand and unexpectedly complicate Joel's peaceful existence. Basically the TLOU bunch on a Below Deck yacht.

Chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff, stolen kisses, terms of endearment (sweetheart, etc.), outdoor/semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (m receiving). Smallish age gap (reader is 32 or so, Joel is 40). No use of y/n, though reader is of British descent and has the nickname Brit (occasionally used).

Series masterlist

Chapter Nine: Close Quarters

“She agreed to meet for drinks,” Tommy declared as he entered the crew mess after the charter guests deboarded, his fit body vibrating with excitement. He stole half of the sandwich you just made with a cheeky grin before sliding in next to you at the table.

“Oy!” You slapped his hand too late; he already shoved it in his fat gob. “Bloody fucking menace. Did you annoy her to death, so she agreed just to get you to go away?”

He turned puppy dog eyes on you, so like his brother, and pouted. It must be a Miller family trait to have perfected that look. Sarah was just as good at it, too. “Rude.”

You laughed, bumping his shoulder playfully. He annoyed you like an older sibling, and you got over it just as quickly. “So, Maria is sticking around for a bit? Where are you going to take her?”

Tommy ran a hand through his long, dark hair. “Yeah, she’s staying in San Juan for another few days. I’m thinking Caribar at Caribe Hilton. I need to impress her.”

Your eyes widened. That was an upscale resort with expensive food and drinks. He was going all out for this woman. “Wow. I’m sure she’ll love it.”

His hands suddenly began fidgeting. “I haven’t taken dating seriously in a real long time. And she’s unlike anyone I have dated before. She’s way outta my league. I’m scared shitless,” Tommy admitted. Turning desperate eyes on you, he added, “Would you and Joel come along? Make it a double date kinda thing? I’ll be less nervous that way.”

You weren’t sure it was a great idea, but Tommy looked like a nervous little boy at the thought of going on an actual date without some type of backup. “Are you sure you want us there? It won’t cramp your style?”

“Please? You can leave whenever you want, just be there to help get the conversation flowing until I get comfortable. Or drunk. Whichever happens first, I guess.”

Shrugging, you tilted your chin toward the upper decks. “Let me run it by Joel, I guess. I’m not sure if he’s ready to put our relationship out there like that yet. And going on a double date with you and Maria would definitely put it out there.”

“I already ran it by him – he’s ok with it if you are.”

There went any excuse you could have thought of. If Joel was okay with it, how could you ever say no. You felt giddy at just the thought of going on a double date with him. That one night in the hotel being the closest thing you’ve had to a date in far too long. “That settles it. We’re going on a double date! Just keep it on the down low amongst the crew, yeah?”

“Keep what on the down low?” Sarah chimed in as she entered the crew mess for a snack. Each of you should have been doing work to turnover the boat for the next charter, but it seemed like everyone was feeling a bit peckish.

Tommy glanced at you and winked. “I asked Maria out and she said yes.” Sarah screeched in response, throwing her arms around Tommy. “That’s great! Where are you taking her? Tell me everything!”

You left the two of them to gush over Tommy’s plans and made your way up to the main deck to see what needed done still. The next couple of hours passed in a flash, the washdown keeping you busy. Joel held you back after the tip meeting – the guests left a huge tip after your heroic actions.

“Did Tommy talk to you?” His voice rough like sandpaper on fresh cut wood, causing a delightful chill to wash down your back.

“Mmhmm. You sure you want to do this?”

You held yourself back from reaching for him – it was torture, but you stayed strong. Joel glanced around the main salon confirming that it was empty but for the two of you. His head dipped, closing the distance between you, and placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Yes, I’m sure.” A mischievous look flashed in his dark eyes, and he swatted your ass before departing for the bridge, leaving you giggling like a lovesick teen as you made your way below deck. Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Pulling it out, you giggled at the text from Joel.

JM: We’re going on a date!

By the time you showered and readied yourself for a nice evening out, the news of Tommy’s date – and your and Joel’s roles in it – was old news to the rest of the crew. Talia eyed you knowingly, her mysterious and quiet nature made you believe she saw a lot more than she let on. Sarah and Tess teased you, true to form. Jake just looked at you blankly, leaving you wondering if he was jealous.

“Make sure he pays!” Sarah demanded. “Do not take your wallet out under any circumstances.”

She was so adamant that her dad better treat you well that it left you with an aching belly from laughing so hard.

“I’m serious! He’s got it in his head that he’s a feminist and I’m afraid he thinks that means women should pay their own way. DO NOT let him get away with that, not on a Captain’s salary. You hear me?”

Your hands flew up in surrender, eyes wide at her earnest tone. “Understood. He pays. No exceptions.”

Satisfied, Sarah changed the conversation to compliment your choice in attire. You opted for the classiest dress you packed, a form fitting but not indecent black number that you had tucked away in your closet for years. It was definitely your go-to little black dress and it had been severely under-utilized for the past couple of years. You paired the dress with strappy heels – nothing too high, you didn’t want to break an ankle – and your long hair flowed over your shoulders in natural, beachy waves. Your makeup was subtle and classy, just a hint of color on your eyelids and lips to accentuate your tanned skin, a definite benefit of working outside.

“You look gorgeous,” Tess said as you did one last spin for them.

“Yeah, Dad’s gonna stumble all over his words when he sees you,” Sarah added, hugging you.

You blushed, picturing Joel staring at you in adoration, complimenting you with a nervous hitch in his deep, rumbling voice. Damn, arousal already built in your lower belly at just the thought. You were in for a delightfully torturous evening.

“Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?” Joel breathed in your ear as you followed Tommy into the resort. “I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off you at the table.”

“Who said you had to?” you teased in return, enjoying the warmth of his hand at your back. “And yes, you have, but please don’t stop. You look sinfully gorgeous tonight as well.”

Joel grinned, dark eyes twinkling behind thick framed glasses, his lush curls artfully falling into place atop his head. Your fingers ached to run through them, twist them around your slim digits. Part of you longed to dash away, get a room, and keep Joel to yourself for the night. But one glance at Tommy’s anxious smile, dark eyes scanning the outdoor tables in search of Maria, and you knew the pair of you would never be able to sneak away.

“Ah, there she is!” Tommy exclaimed, spotting Maria at a table tucked into a corner of the open-air seating area. He surged forward, soft breeze ruffling his long curls. You squeezed Joel’s hand, hanging back to let Tommy greet his date without the pair of you hovering over them.

“I’ve never seen him like this,” Joel’s voice rumbled in your ear. “He must really like her.” Your head bobbed in agreement, turning to smile at him. Your faces were so close, the miniscule distance between you reduced further as Joel tilted his head, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. “Mmm, I really like you.” Joel’s lips pecked yours after every word.

“Come on already, love birds!” Tommy called, waving to you from his seat next to Maria.

“Nice to see you both again,” Maria greeted as you sat, her dark, smooth skin beaming with happiness.

Dinner was lovely, conversation flowing with a natural ease among the four of you. Maria and Tommy were equally enamored with each other and before long you and Joel were left chatting amongst yourselves.

“Want to get outta here?” Joel’s fingertips teased along the hem of your dress, stoking the fire that started building within you hours ago.

“Fuck yeah, I do.” Your chair nearly toppled backwards from the force with which you stood. Joel barely mumbled an excuse to his brother as you dragged him away, waving at Maria and Tommy over your shoulder.

A visceral need for him churned in your belly, skin buzzing as he dragged you around a few corners, backing you against a shadowed section of wall hidden from passersby and windows. Joel’s mouth was on you instantly, teeth nipping at your lips and scraping at your neck as he tasted your skin.

“Joel.” You drew his name out in a long, low moan as his fingers slid beneath the hem of your sundress and dipped past your panties. You were throbbing, wet and waiting for his expert touch. It had been too long since the last time you were together like this, the night at the hotel feeling like a distant memory.

“Sweetheart, all this for me?” His fingers left you briefly, bringing them up to his eyeline. Joel stared at the glaze on them, before slipping them into his mouth to suck at the irrefutable evidence of your arousal. “Fucking Christ, you taste good. Like nectar from a god damn peach.”

Joel made quick work of removing your panties, shoving the strip of fabric in his pocket as his lips met yours. A gasp left your lungs when his fingers sank knuckle deep inside you, his thumb teasing at your clit. The bundle of nerves already over sensitized, Joel made you come within minutes, his mouth swallowing your moans and whines.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Coming on my damn fingers already. So sexy.” Joel’s voice, rough with arousal, talked you through it, lips still touching yours as you breathed the same breaths. His free hand worked at his pants, setting his hardened cock free from its confines. “Need you, sweetheart. Now.”

“Oh, fuck.” Knees already weak from your orgasm, you hiked one leg up around his hip while he supported you, grasping your ass to hike you further up. Joel slipped inside, stretching your warm, wet walls with the sheer size of him. “Joel, love, you feel so good.”

Part of you couldn’t believe you were letting Joel fuck you against a wall in public. It was something you’d never done before – you were adventurous, sure, but not that adventurous. The other part of you didn’t give a shit. You were with Joel, the hard press of his body moving against yours bringing you both immense pleasure, and that was all that mattered.

Hands buried in those lush curls, you keened. “Faster, please.” Already on edge, you needed as much of Joel as you could get. “I’m so close.” His hips lurched in response, snapping faster, harder as his mouth latched onto the skin at the base where your shoulder met your neck. The sharp nip of his teeth followed by the gentle swipe of his tongue soothing the spot sent you over the edge. “Fuck, Joel!”

“Shhh,” he hushed you, fucking you through the height of your orgasm as your walls choked his cock. His thrusts became erratic, muscles flexing as he lost control. Your name flowed beautifully from his lip while his cum painted your walls. You stayed connected, chests heaving, and concrete wall cool against the heated skin of your back, as you both came down from the heights of ecstasy for several minutes.

“That was…”

“Yeah…”

There were no words.

The breeze shifted, carrying a slight chill in the night air, and you finally separated to right yourselves. Holding your hand out for your panties once Joel tucked himself away, you laughed when he just patted his pocket with a shake of his head. “Nah, I’m keepin’ ‘em.”

“Naughty,” you teased, grasping his hand as you walked.

The yacht was lit up when you made it back, the rest of the crew on the sundeck, dancing and carrying on. Laughter and buzzed conversations carried through the air as you and Joel quietly boarded without anyone seeing you. You knew you should join them on deck, but your heart ached to stay near Joel as long as you could. Joel seemed to feel the same.

Hand in his, you followed him through the interior to the bridge, brows shooting up when Joel merely nodded to Frank and dragged you around the corner to his quarters. You could hardly meet Frank’s knowing gaze as you passed.

“Joel, what –”

He silenced you with a finger against your lips, still puffy from the shared moments against the wall. “I’m not ready to let you go,” he murmured, shutting the door behind you. Large hands deftly removed your dress and bra, tossing them aside before slipping a fresh tee shirt over your head. “You’re staying here tonight, okay?”

Eyes widened comically, you merely nodded as Joel stripped down to his boxer briefs and pulled you into bed with him. You expected him to lead you somewhere quiet and private, but certainly not as private as his quarters. Settled beneath the soft sheet next to him, nothing in your life ever felt as right as laying there in Joel’s arms, his lips pressing tender kisses to your forehead. You only hoped he didn’t come to regret it in the morning.

The sky beyond the porthole was still dark, the first hints of dawn not yet peeking through when Joel drifted into wakefulness, your warm body tangled with his. Nose buried in your hair, he breathed in your scent, one hand caressing the soft, supple skin of your hips while the other cradled your head. He could not recall ever feeling such contentment, his heart fit to burst with emotions.

Joel’s hands continued wandering as he became lost in thought, imagining more moments like this with you. He could not wait to further explore things with you during the off season. You came in and set his life upside down in the best way possible when he least expected it. Falling in love did not come easy to Joel, but with you, it was effortless. He was falling whether he wanted to or not, it was inevitable and unstoppable.

You stirred beneath his touch when his hand dipped between your thighs, thick fingers teasing at your slit, already wet and ready for him. The sleepy moans you let out as he rubbed your clit hit his ears like a symphony. Joel continued fingering you until you were fully awake, clutching at him as he drew an orgasm from you.

“Joel,” you breathed his name into the dark room, mouth pressed to his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin. “What’s gotten into you?” His hands were everywhere, mapping your body, committing it to memory.

“You.”

Mind still foggy with a mix of pleasure and sleep, you stared at him, perplexed. “What?”

“You. You’re what’s gotten into me,” he replied with a soft chuckle, pulling you impossibly closer. “You wriggled your way into my life, beneath my skin, into my heart. Now you’re in my bed. Of course, I’m going to take advantage of that.” You were looking at him with such softness in your eyes, he knew you felt the same.

Your hands wandered as he spoke, body still buzzing from the aftereffects of your orgasm, and finally wrapped around his rapidly hardening cock. “Yes, taking advantage of that sounds like a good plan.”

Joel laid back, letting you take control, your touch setting him ablaze. Shuffling down toward the foot of the bed, you took him in your mouth, and he whined at the wet warmth encasing him. He couldn’t take his eyes off you as you worked him, taking as much of him as you could until his tip hit the back of your throat, tongue working along the bottom of his shaft and swirling around the head. He wouldn’t last long like that, hands grasping your arms to gently pull you up.

“Why’d you stop me? I was enjoying myself,” you sassed, climbing up Joel’s broad form, thighs settling on either side of his hips.

“So was I, but I didn’t want to blow my load so quick. You’re too good at that, beautiful girl.” You were painfully gorgeous in the pre-dawn light, the glow of your skin ethereal in the moonlight. He kissed you, tongue licking into your mouth to tangle with yours as you wriggled your hips until the broad head of his cock was perfectly notched to slip inside you.

You sank down on him, moaning into the kiss as you began to ride him with a slow rocking of your hips. Unlike last night, where the pair of you worked each other hard and fast from the overwhelming need of the moment, every movement this morning was lazy and loving, a slow build of pleasure until you came with a gasp, Joel exploding inside you shortly after.

Words were on the tip of his tongue as you clung to each other afterwards, drowsy and sated, but Joel swallowed them. Too soon, he reminded himself.

Sleep pulled you both back under for a couple hours until all hell broke loose.

tbc

#joel miller #joel x reader #joel x female reader #yacht captain!joel miller #tlou #the last of us #pedro pascal #fanfic #fanfiction #joel miller x female reader #joel miller smut #joel miller series #joel miller story #pedrostories

[konigsblog]

Headcanon: soap knows exactly one (1) term of endearment in Gaelic to seem cool to Brits and Americans

now this, i agree with. he didn't grow up learning, nor speaking it as the language is definitely not popular (at all)... 😵‍💫😵‍💫 but he'd definitely say he would and just repeat the same phrase over and over again and trying to convince the other that he does speak the language 😭

i can imagine graves being shocked, because i feel like graves would have never have even heard of the language. although, half the time johnny is speaking gibberish and trying to play it off as gaelic.

cheeky shite

#soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap call of duty #soap mw2 #soap mctavish #soap cod #orla speaks

[thegirlwhowrites642]

Say your response about snape reacting to hinny, honestly it IS one of my guilty pleasures in fics. I hate when people say that jily and hinny are similar therefore harry has an oedipus complex, he is NOT. He cant have it bc he wasnt raised by his parents so he couldnt have it. I like the pararell simply bc it fixes the "what could have been", idk i think its a bittersweet sentiment. And like ginny is similar to lily NOT in appearances. They dont look alike, the most is just an anecdote for 'Potters and redheads' but I do like how theyre girls' girls you know? Despite being athletic ginny is girly and so was lily, they are fierce and protective of their friends, they are smart but not bookish smart and know it all like hermione, theyre popular not only bc theyre pretty but bc theyre so nice and friendly. I think its sweet that these are the good qualities Potter boys seem to have fallen in love with. Its a cute history pararell that is not at all creepy and people trying to use it to invalidate hinny are just dumb (im looking at you harmony shippers)

As I said in that post, I do think that Snape certainly saw parallels between James and Lily and Harry and Ginny: Harry's suspicion that Snape keeps him more in detention to keep him away from Ginny is never narratively disproven. And while that could only be due to Snape's intense dislike for Harry, what he find out in DH (including Snape's obsession with the past) points in the direction of him seeing James and Lily in Harry and Ginny, even simply because Harry looks like James and Ginny is a redhead.

Though, as you said, Ginny and Lily look nothing alike and if people knew how the oedipus complex works, they would know that if Harry had one, he would fall for someone similar to Petunia.

Now, let's look at Ginny and Lily's differences in appearance.

Ginny is short, Lily should be of average height. 

Ginny is athletic, Lily is not. 

Ginny has freckles (even if not many, at least on her face), Lily doesn't. 

Ginny has flaming red hair, Lily has dark red hair. 

Ginny has bright brown eyes, Lily has green eyes. 

Also, from these traits, we can deduce Ginny has a warm undertone, while Lily has a cold one.

Of course, if jily fan artists stopped drawing Ginny with green contacts where Lily should be, it would help reminding people they are not long lost twins.

That said, there are some personality similarities between Ginny and Lily (and I also think the concept of Potter men falling for redheads is lovely). 

We found out Lily was popular with the boys through an interview in which Rowling, to explain that particular point, directly used Ginny as reference.

They are also both great with a wand 

They are both cheeky with professors, and for sure the fact that Slughorn likes both very much is telling. 

They are both smart. 

They both have a strong sense of justice. 

They are both brave. 

They both know what it means to lose a very close friend.

In general some similarities between the two are sort of inevitable considering that Lily is Harry's mother and Harry and Ginny are quite similar.

But there are also a lot of differences between them.

Ginny grew up poor, and while Lily didn't grow up rich, she was not Weasley type of poor. 

Ginny grew up in the countryside in the open air, Lily grew up in the suburbs (I apologize to all the Brits if this is not the correct term). 

Ginny is the younger of seven siblings and the only girl, Lily is the younger of two sisters. 

Ginny is part of a close-knit family, Lily isn't. 

Ginny is a pureblood, Lily is a muggleborn. 

Ginny is an athlete, Lily isn't. 

Ginny is popular with boys like Lily, but Ginny is also in general a very charismatic person who can keep the attention of a room, there's no proof of Lily being popular in that sense. 

Ginny has a thing for taking emarginate/fragile people under her wing, we don't know if that's the case with Lily, the only person we see her defend is her best friend (also, we can be sure Ginny would have been considerably more angry about the Mary MacDonald episode). 

Ginny has a stand-up comedian sense of humor, and while Lily seems to have a sense of humor it's not really on that level. 

Ginny can be quite feminine, we really don't know if that's the case for Lily, though I would suspect a teenage girl in a boarding school in the 70s who grew up in a female-dominated house would be. 

Lily's dominant trait seems to be kindness, and while I do consider Ginny generally kind, it definitely is not her dominant trait.

And of course they grew up in very different political circumstances, Lily had an overall normal teenagehood, Ginny was touched by darkness extremely young.

And I really could go on for hours in explaining why they are different, but it really wouldn't be fair. Ginny is a three dimensional character with light and dark sides, various interests, and fully developed narrative arcs that go on for seven books, while Lily simply covers the role of the angel woman and is therefore quite aetherial as a figure.

Regardless of this, as you pointed out, there's an element when it comes to jily and hinny of "fixing history", it's something Rowling has quite an obsession for throughout the seven books, the idea of the next generation doing better than the previous one. It is the reason why, for example, we see Draco in the epilogue, to show that Harry learned from the people before him to not hold hatred for years.

Harry and Ginny's story kind of reproduces James and Lily's one in a way. With one partner that falls first, and years of misinterpretation and refusal to admit attraction from the other. But this brings me to my next point, which is that if anything Ginny is James not Lily in terms of personality and the role she covers in her romantic endgame relationship, and it makes sense considering Harry is more like Lily: if the combination of James and Lily's personalities works, and Harry is more like Lily, it is only reasonable to assume Ginny will be somewhat similar to James. There's a foundation of truth in the idea that people usually end up marrying someone similar to one of their parents, and it's not the oedipus complex.

James and Ginny both have a tendency to surround themselves with "fragile" people. 

They are both excellent Quidditch players, they both are chasers with a talent for snitches. 

They are both bold and a bit arrogant. 

Even if for different reasons, they both grew up a bit isolated. 

They both do not have much of a problem with hexing someone they consider an idiot. 

They are both really funny. 

They are both smart and great with a wand. 

They are both charismatic.

They are both dorks at their core. 

They are both purebloods. 

They both have a fascination for stories and heroes and in general have a romantic streak. 

They both had to go through a journey of maturation to show their true selves to the object of their affection.

In general, I have to say that while there are parallels between the characters of the two different generations, I find it very limiting to connect a character to only another of the other group.

As written above, Harry and Ginny –in spirit if you will– are respectively Lily and James and inevitably therefore they assume those roles in their romantic stories. But there are points of view in which Harry is James and Ginny is Lily.

Harry, like James, is sort of the leader of his friend group, and Ginny as Lily is more or less the external element that eventually enters the group. In this idea Ron would be Sirius, the best mate of the leader. Though of course, the connection between Ginny and Ron is much stronger than the one between Lily and Sirius. And always in this perspective, Hermione is Remus, and not only in the role of the other friend. Hermione's loyalty to Harry seems often unjustified, sometimes it seems she would have been friends with Harry and Ron regardless of who they were simply because they accepted her as a friend and she didn't have any. This is a behavior that is reminiscent of Remus' inability to truly critique James and Sirius' questionable behaviors because they accepted him despite his werewolf condition. But then who is Peter? I've seen people say it would be Neville because they are both the losers, and always following the concept of the next generation being better, Neville does better then Peter because he doesn't let his fears turn him into a bad person. It's not even wrong as a concept but Neville is way closer to Ginny than he is to Harry. And then there's Luna. I've seen the people supporting this perspective of the generational parallels claim she would be Snape. Because they are both marginalized weirdos, and Luna does better than Snape because she does not turn into a death eater because of her isolation. Frankly, I'm not particularly convinced by the idea of defining Snape as an emarginate weirdo.

So as you can see, while some parallels can make sense, they always have their limits.

Another relatively popular idea is Ron and Hermione being like James and Lily. I've always found it very weak despite having some valid points. Yes, they are a pureblood and a muggleborn, Ron and Hermione are both prefects like James and Lily are both headstudents, and romione tends to cover quite often the role of surrogate parents for Harry. There's also an element of contrast between the partners. But fundamentally the dynamics are very different. Ron and Hermione have been best friends since age 11, that's definitely not the case for James and Lily. Then of course when you look at the relationship between Harry and the Weasleys, Harry is Sirius and Ron is James.

And to circle back to hinny: while I do not want to encourage the prongsfoot shippers, if you look at Harry and Ginny in terms of chemistry and attitude towards each other, they are James and Sirius, from the non-verbal communication to the banter. If you have ever read the short story Rowling wrote about James and Sirius, you can attest to the fact that those two could have easily been Harry and Ginny.

I think I might have gone quite out of the borders of your ask, but what I wanted to explain is that there are a lot of parallels that could be made between a lot of different characters, and they could be interesting to discuss without turning them into weird bashing theories.

I find that it is also important to distinguish between actual parallels the story makes, and dynamics that are similar simply because they are all written by the same author who, as authors do, has her themes and fixations.

The parallels between hinny and jily certainly exist, some are on purpose, and some are the consequence of how similar Harry and Ginny are. But one thing is for sure, if Harry married one of his parents, he married his father (lol).

#harry x ginny #harry potter #ginny weasley #james potter #lily evans #jily

[mrs-toohot]

Ryder, decoded

So the THTH writers apparently googled “Australian slang” and went copy/paste into his dialogue with absolutely no concept of what any of it means or how commonly it’s used.

So, as your resident Australian, I’m going to translate for you.

Below, you’ll find the examples I found so far, a translation, and a rating out of ten for how commonly it’s used / how accurate the slang is.

Disclaimer: I am born and raised Aussie. My ancestors were convicts. And while I do live in a major city, I grew up in the most country of country towns; population 847. So I am fluent in Aussie.

So without further ado:

Buggers.

If you look up the word buggers you’ll find it’s short for buggery which is the act of engaging in anal sex. But it’s not really used that way any more. I would never use “sexy buggers” that’s kinda weird. It’s only ever used these days as a light-hearted term, such as “cheeky bugger”(usually said with a hair ruffle). Alternatively, you can say someone’s “playing silly buggers” which means they’re messing around/being silly.

Accuracy of usage: 6/10

True-blue.

I see this and I think of this song which I believe they may have played at Steve Irwin’s funeral. It’s basically the same as “proper” or “right” for the Brits. Interchange with “verifiable”. Is entirely a stereotype and wouldn’t even be used ironically these days. In its place, we would use “fuckin’”. The only time this word is used is when you’re describing someone as “he’s a true-blue Aussie battler” (he’s very Australian)

Accuracy of usage: 1/10

Sheilas & blokes.

No. Absolutely not. Sheilas 🤢 is a way of describing a group of girls, but it’s very outdated. You could still call a guy a bloke, but it’s not interchangeable with “guy”. A bloke is specifically very traditionally Aussie & masculine, and you’d almost be more likely to use it as an adjective (I.e. “he’s a bit blokey”). I’ll be honest, you want someone who’s “blokey”, think “Gary from LITG”.

Accuracy of usage: 1/10 and 4/10 respectively

Ripper

Means ‘great’. And unless it’s in relation to specifically calling someone else a ‘ripper legend’ (shortened to ‘ripper ledge’) it’s not used commonly whatsoever.

Accuracy of usage: 2/10

Bonzer

No. Absolutely not. Never in a million years would bonzer be used today. It also means ‘great’ but this can’t even be used ironically. Even in the deep dark depths of country western NSW, using this word will get you looked at weird.

Accuracy of usage: -10/10

Crikey

Sorry to disappoint, but this one’s also a no. It means essentially “wow”. The only time we’d use this is to amuse internationals. We associate this word with ol’ mate Steve as much as you do.

RIP buddy 🪦

Accuracy of usage: 2/10

Fair dinkum & arvo

You’d ask if something was ‘fair dinkum’ if you were questioning if the aforementioned statement was true, or you were trying to figure out if someone was for real. “I’m Spider-Man”, “oh, fair dinkum?” It is… not common. Very outdated and only your countriest of the country boys would use it (and only if they’re 60+)

Now- ARVO- this is a different story. I use arvo EVERY DAY. It is short for afternoon and I don’t remember the last time I used the full word. “What’re you doin s’arvo?” Absolutely used every single day.

Accuracy of usage: 3/10 and 10/10

Have a squiz and take a gander

Both mean the same thing: take a look. Do not ask me where they come from but welcome to Australia. I have definitely said “give us a squiz” or “I’ll take a squiz” lol. The latter is still said but only by much older people. A funnier version ( only said ironically) is ‘have a captain cook’ (rhyming slang for ‘have a look’)

Accuracy of usage: 9/10 and 7/10

Have a yarn

Means ‘have a chat’, ‘talk’, or ‘shooting the shit’. This is actually really commonly used by indigenous Australians, and ‘yarning’ culture is really crucial and involves a cuppa tea 😁 I liked seeing this one pop up.

Accuracy of usage: 10/10

Possible upcoming slang:

Yeah, nah: No

Nah, yeah: Yes

Have a root: Sex

Pull your head in: Calm down, get it together, wisen up

Ta: thank you

Sweet as: sounds good

Righto/Righteo: alright

No worries: not a problem, that’s okay. Often said in conjunction with ‘she’ll be right’

No wukkas: no worries, short for “no wukkin furries” which is an intentional mispronunciation of “no fuckin’ worries”.

Bloody oath: bloody hell/Fuckin’ hell

Ocker/yobbo: super Aussie guy, see “bloke”. Specifically very country.

Drongo: forbidden phrase. Never used ever. Means an idiot/dork. If they use this I quit.

Flamin’ galah: said ironically, very funny. Said seriously, no.

Dropkick: super common. Similar to derro or deadshit. A loser, someone who is going nowhere in life.

Derro/deadshit: derro is short for derelict. Someone who bums cigarettes at the train station. Wears thongs (flipflops) everywhere even in winter.

Bum: (verb) to bum sth: to beg for/ ask for / grift for. “Can I bum a smoke off ya” (often followed by “I’ll pay you back”)

Let’s see what gems they come out with this week, shall we?

#I hope this was somewhat enjoyable #ththg2 #too hot to handle game #ththg #ththgame #thth #Australian #australian slang #translation

[p-redux]

I'm finally home from work. Let's dive into ALL the C.M. info I've been holding back on...

As promised, more on C.M. Soooo, Chloé, if you ever find my blog, please know that I'm not the one that posted your name--it was a known Sam Heughan hater blog. But now that SHE posted your full name publicly, I'll just clear up some things for people. I come in peace and fully support Sam Heughan and any woman he dates. As long as he's happy, that's all that matters. For those who have been waiting patiently for the C.M. info and the dots that connected her to Sam, here you go...

So, a few weeks back, I got this Anon below, stating that they had seen Sam and Chloé Montana at a hotel restaurant in Paris. It's a very popular restaurant and people go there to eat, even if they aren't staying at the hotel. Anyway, I wasn't sure the Anon was legit, but I requested to follow Chloé so I could see if anything connected her to Sam. (BTW, her account has always been private).

👇

Then, I got more info, and a different Anon, saying they'd also seen Sam in Paris with an "exotic looking blonde." Chloé definitely qualifies as an exotic looking blonde, in my opinion.👇 These were around the time Sam was filming The Couple Next Door in Belgium, so he definitely could have made a quick trip for a romantic rendezvous in Paris.

This is her on her public IMDB account. 👇 Her full name is Chloé Montana Rash, but she goes by Chloé Montana. She's from Toronto, Canada originally, but has lived in Los Angeles, New York, London, Paris. She travels a lot all over.

This is her Instagram account, which, like I said, has always been private. I wish she would change this pic, she's way prettier than this. She posted it because heavy make up was done on her for a photoshoot, and I guess she thought it was cool. She is actually one of those rare women who look better without any make-up. 👇

This is her public professional Linkedin Account 👇As you can see, not only is she beautiful, but she's also very intelligent. You don't graduate Magna Cum Laude if you're stupid...you just don't. And from what I've seen on her IG posts, she also has a great sense of humor. She's cheeky and irreverent, more like a Brit, dare I say it, a Scot, than the stereotypical polite Canadian. The girl's funny.

Soooo, what links her to Sam besides the Anon pointing her out by name? Well, I kept watching her IG account, especially her stories. She doesn't always post in real time, and she does do regrams and later grams. BUT right when Sam showed up in Miami for his birthday, Chloé also posted from there. Sam was seen out with guy friends in Miami, but he later said in an interview that the guys had surprised him in Miami. So, my thinking is Chloé and Sam met in Miami for his birthday, and his dumbass friends "surprised him" so she called up her female friend, who lives in Miami, and hung out with her while Sam had dinner with his guy friends. Then Sam and Chloé met up later. Obviously this means they're just dating casually, and aren't exclusive.

Right after Miami, Sam was scheduled to go to New York to do promo for Love Again. Guess who also posted she was in New York after being in Miami? Yep, Ms. Chloé Coinky dink, after coinky dink, right? 👇

She ALSO posted these IG stories during the time she was in Miami and New York. Sam's an actor. She's a Virgo and Sam's a Taurus. 👇More things that make you go "hmm."

But so far, there was nothing indicating Sam and Chloé even knew each other, other than the Anon saying she saw them together at a romantic dinner together kissing. They don't mutually follow on social media. But, as we now know, this is the same thing that happened when Sam dated Anna Modler and Monika Clarke. He didn't mutually follow with them either. This seems to be his new dating M.O., so as to not tip off fans that he's dating someone.

Soooo, does anything directly link Sam and Chloé? Yep! Looky, WHO has liked some of Sam's IG pics! Now why would she be liking his IG pics when she's not even following him? She has to purposely go to his account to do so. If they weren't dating and she thought he was hot, she would simply follow him, and like his pics like the thousands of other women, including celebs, who do. But, nope. So, there you have it---she for sure has been liking his pics, but not following him. 👇

I didn't search far back enough maybe, I'm tired, but it seems the FIRST time she liked his pic was was 15 weeks ago. So, she's definitely new in his life. They've both mentioned being on Raya, the exclusive celeb dating app, so my bet is that is where they first connected.

C'est tout, mes chéries. I see people following her already with VERRA obvious Outlander related accounts I'm looking at you, grandma Jojo aka Randi. 😏 Please make your accounts private. But, I guess this is the point where I just give up, and throw in the towel. Que será, será. Let's hope Chloé is made of steel.

As always, and tongue-in-cheek, with nothing but good intentions, what should their celebrity couple name be? Samhloe? ChloSam? Heughtana? Let me know in the comments. 🤗

#samheughan #c.m. #chloemontana #chloemontanarash #paris #miami #miami nights #newyork

[lukabitch]

Could you do a David king x male reader fic were the reader is cold to everyone but him and they develop feelings for one another but the reader doesn’t want to admit his feelings so he starts pushing david away and being cold towards him aswell and then david confronts him and he confesses

Yay David is one of my favs. Honestly the reader sounds like his type. Thank you so much for the request Anon!

Tw: Some angst but very fluffy ending.

The artificial night was bitter and cold. David’s body was aching all over. The trial he just got back from was incredibly difficult. That new Knight fucker was brutal. Though he did have something to look forward to.

You were always a light in his otherwise dim world. When he first met you he thought you were a bit of an oddball. You would keep to yourself and be cold to anyone who tried to talk to you. Though you weren’t like that to him.

You were always nice to him. He never exactly understood why it was just him you were nice to. Nothing about him seemed approachable. Yet there you were being nice to him.

He got closer to the campsite, hearing the others talk amongst themselves. His eyes landed on you, a big grin spreading across his face. Though it disappeared immediately seeing you walk away from him.

That’s really weird you’ve never done that before. Not to him at least. David’s concern shot through the roof. You were actively avoiding him and he didn’t know why.

He would try and try to talk to you but you would leave every time. It was messing with his patients. He didn’t want to intimidate you into talking to him, that’s the last thing he wants.

With a sigh he walks off towards the cabin the two of you share. Survivors had to share cabins, two per cabin. David was the only one who would put up with you, well that’s how most of the others put it.

He certainly wasn’t expecting you to be huddled up in bed already. The silence was suffocating. His chest had never felt so heavy. “We need to talk.” You stayed silent not exactly in the mood to answer. Hopefully he’ll think your asleep right?

“You’re not asleep. You always have that tape player on. What’s wrong? If I did something you can tell me.” His voice was so soft and sweet it made your heart flutter. You set up in bed giving David an empty stare.

“You didn’t do anything I’m just not feeling well.” You rubbed your arms feeling a bit awkward. You really didn’t like lying to him. He lets out a laugh breaking your thoughts.

“That’s a lie. You rub your arms when you lie. What’s really going on mate?” So that’s why you always lose at poker. How are you going to tell him the truth?

“It’s pretty awkward if you don’t take it well.” He was pretty quick to catch on. Though he still wanted you to say it. A smirk was on his face as he told to say it. Something you caught on to.

“Are you really going to make me say it?” With a stupid cheeky grin he nods his head ‘yes’. “You’re an ass.” A sigh left you looking at the more then happy Brit. “I like you and would like to hang out.”

“Let’s call it a date.” He lets out a laugh making your embarrassment worse. “You’re insufferable.” This just makes him laugh just a bit more.

“And here I thought you liked me.” You pout at the man. “Sorry love I’ll let you calm down. It’s just too much fun.” It seems like this is the start of something beautiful.

#dbd #dead by daylight #request #dbd x male reader #dbd survivor #survivor x survivor #dbd x reader #david king #david king x male reader #david king x reader #david is the gay king we needed

[zot3-flopped]

the 1975 or rather their publicist have put out a statement to, i believe calm down the masses for now and have them stay a bit away. This being said, even with matty in a healthy rs, he will not hold back. If he was ticked off by those lyrics (i believe some are a bit too cheek for his taste and humour) then i know he will clap back when it comes to making him profit while also ending up looking good since he can write about his current gf. Which means i think he will write something in his album about all of this. The statement might seem neutral and positive, but his words on stage after the ending of the rs, were strong enough that i would say he is going to be a cheeky and loud but creative brit with his next album. Eyes on him anyways, and he will make good use of it. I know taylor will listen, she doesn‘t let exes go and keeps up with their work, specially somebody like matty, he is in the same industry and critics do like his music evolution a lot.

Have you got a link to the statement? I can't find it.

#matty healy #anti taylor swift

[thesinglesjukebox]

CHARLI XCX - VON DUTCH

“If Von Dutch were alive,” said Burns, who runs a website about his friend at www.vondutch.freeservers.com, “he would hate all this.”

[5.81]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: On February 12 of this year I predicted that "we can safely give the Charli lead single an automatic high controversy [5.00] and be done with it." History will vindicate me. [5]

Jackie Powell: A common Charli XCX motif is her admiration and sampling of 1990s and Y2K culture, which has allowed her to write songs that are cheeky with a dash of British wit. She does this on “Von Dutch” by comparing her reputation in pop to that of a cult classic, but struggles with the extended metaphor of how she’s what Von Dutch, the LA clothing brand that has had a recent resurgence, sounds like. The concept feels incomplete. I actually prefer the song’s remix with Addison Rae and A.G. Cook. The ad-libbed scream from Rae, the added verse, and the dropping of “I’m your number one” over and over again make the remix much more compelling and zany. The original will only really bang in drag bars—a fine place for something to hit, of course, but at this point I expect Charli to be pushing her own boundaries. [5]

Alfred Soto: Like much of her output, "Von Dutch" represents Charli XCX's fair to middling ambition to become a global pop star. Like much of that output "Von Dutch" strikes confused poses over shrieking electronics. [3]

Hannah Jocelyn: Charli XCX said she wants to go back to 1999, but with songs like these she clearly wishes it was 2018: all the callbacks and bombast referring to when she was “the future of music” and not halfway to the headliner of an inevitable "hyperpop" nostalgia festival. I like the gloriously tinny snare, but in 2024 the bratty chant vocals sound dated (as does the album title that's just brat in lowercase). The most exciting songs on CRASH to me were “Constant Repeat” and “Move Me,” which proved she could bring her "kinda rare attitude" to heartfelt ballads. "Von Dutch" is just mindless comfort food for aging cis male gays, which is fine — I’m the lone First Two Pages of Frankenstein defender, I get it — but she can’t say she’s my Number One when on this song, she's my Number [5]

Mark Sinker: I enjoy that Charli XCX lives in a room-sized selection-box of all of the rest of girlpop, everything constantly arriving with its conscious little tweaky echo of this or that prior item. They’re nice items, and we both like them, so why not? Maybe this feels a bit more hemmed in than is comfy, though: it has big Britney-feel, which is to say echoes of an aural highpoint that actually expressed a grim life lowpoint for Brit. As for Von Dutch, they currently have the one and only Wikipedia page with "Behind-the scenes tumult" as a cross-hed, which pleases me but also makes me anxious.  [7]

Katherine St. Asaph: Once again, the nostalgia is miscalibrated: Von Dutch was trendy in the mid-2000s, while this sounds like the late 2000s. Specifically, it sounds like every song from the late 2000s I would have given a [7] or higher. [7]

Will Adams: I whole-heartedly support pop stars honoring the advancements made by the likes of Luciana in support of the essential micro-genre of Obnoxious Banger. [7]

Kat Stevens: I'm down for the Bodyrox ft Luciana revival! Is there a Fedde Le Grand remix? [6]

Andrew Karpan: Pop music tells us to want to have it all, a maximalist vision that typically gets bigger as it goes on. Counterintuitively, part of the mesmerizing appeal of Charli’s records is the fact that there is no distance left for her to run and that her sound has become the sound of pop going nowhere but the present, busily manufacturing its cult appeal now for future observers to wax nostalgic about. “Von Dutch” is the most literalized version of that idea from her yet: a squeaky saran-wrapped PC Music-affiliated beat with a middle-aged pulse that never drops but simply hangs, like a foggily-heard echo of itself, like the memory of a club night experienced from the outside while nervously waiting in line in the cold.  [7]

Jeffrey Brister: It’s perhaps a bit unfair to compare everything Charli has made recently to the transcendent Pop 2 ("Backseat" 4evr), but when I hear something as dull as this, I can’t help but pine for its melodramatic maximalism. The sounds are just so monochromatic, pulling from a desaturated set of Charli tics like grinding revving synths and choppy autotuned vocal snippets, all snapping together like a “build your own Charli song” kit in nothing but gray tones. [4]

Kayla Beardslee: Why does this sound so bad? [2]

Nortey Dowuona: That last Earl album was good. This Charli single is good. Some people just never live up to your expectations because they are not you. Unlike Charli, I don't think it's because of jealousy, just curiosity and frustration. Charli and Earl were never meant to be Method Man or Robyn -- they had different tastes and trajectories, and slumming it as a major-label balance name isn’t the worst fate. You could be Tyga. Or Rita Ora. [9]

Taylor Alatorre: It's caked in an air of sweaty desperation dressed up as devil-may-care hedonism, which helps rather than hurts because of how unflinchingly skeletal the beat is, showing off its shotgun scaffolding to all who will see. She's not trying to hide anything about how she's trying to hide something. Never mind that the phrase "cult classic but I still pop" could be used to describe everything from the MC5 to DMB -- it wouldn't have suited their milieux, but it's quintessentially XCX. It may be the line Charli was put on this earth to sing, even if through half-gritted teeth.  [7]

Leah Isobel: The curse of being Charli XCX is that she is an asymptote: she can approach pop stardom, but she's far too self-conscious to allow herself to actually embrace it. As a result, the curse of being a Charli XCX fan is that she becomes more obnoxious and exhausting every time she reaches a new career milestone. After scoring her first big worldwide hit, she spent her social capital yelling at Germans and collaborating with Iggy Azalea. Number 1 Angel and Pop 2 cemented her as a serious artist with conceptual depth and longevity while simultaneously sending her spiraling into stan Twitter hell, from whence she shall never return. She wears a T-shirt denouncing critics -- which I am not mad at, please drag me mom yas! -- and then logs on with hot takes about Pop Music And Stardom, as a critic does. She sees herself as above mass-market pandering and yet also below it, both superior to the culture and bitter at her inability to assimilate into it. (Gay people love her because she's relatable.) Hence, "Von Dutch." Its corkscrewing mania has the serrated simplicity that characterizes her riffs on punk music; it feels like a cousin to the unfairly maligned Sucker. But where Sucker balanced its brattier impulses with good-natured melodicism and emotional directness, "Von Dutch" is all needling cynicism and overdriven id. The song has a nominal verse/chorus structure but no big dynamic or melodic changes, no particular idea beyond "I'm lovable and awesome; look at my chart placements." The need to serve as a pop single also keeps "Von Dutch" from entering the realm of the dumb-brilliant dance music that so clearly inspired it; it's too much of a branding exercise, too interested in flattering its audience for getting it. And yet in its grating repetition, I still hear her insecurity beneath the synth buzzsaws. No one who's convinced that they're actually Living That Life would say it so directly, with such barely concealed desperation. The curse of being Charli XCX is that, deep down, she is still convinced that she is unlovable. The curse of being a Charli XCX fan is that I love her because she's relatable. [5]

Isabel Cole: I don't know that I'll ever stop feeling about Charli XCX like she's my brilliant daughter who dropped out of med school to pursue a career as a wedding DJ: of course, honey, I just want you to be happy, but are you sure this is what you want? You don't want to, like, try? At all? This is the kind of gleefully, knowingly brainless fun Charli can do in her sleep, propulsive without ever really going anywhere because the point is just to drive. She's not living up to her potential, but much like a boring mom who doesn't "get" her daughter's life of Top 40 hits in mid-budget venues and weeknights spent doing ketamine with her friends, I am unsophisticated enough to enjoy it when she does songs that are songs, and this one does make me feel like I'm walking through the opening credits of my life when it plays. [7]

Ian Mathers: I like it when the synths go THWOOM and/or VOORP. [7]

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