#i have a few hours before i snooze and i'm bored.

[biogist]

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#holding out my hand. #i have a few hours before i snooze and i'm bored. #hermits playing phaso. hermits playing among us. or jerma doll house stream 1. #vote below!!!

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Insomnia

Summary: After tossing and turning for the better part of the night, Roman helps you to find ways to relax.

Pairing: Roman Roy x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Content Warnings: Fluffy Smut 18+!, Everybody Is Needy And Soft In Here, Unprotected P In V, Nipple Play, A Little Bit Of Logan Roy Slander, Roman Being Absolutely Enamored With Reader, L-Bombs, Established Relationship Because I Just Want Roman To Be Happy For Once 🤧

A/N: This fic was brought to you by my current inability to sleep 🫠

(Happy little edit: By the time I finished the fic, I had finally slept a whole night 🥲)

Tagging:

@alalalaaallaaalaaa @crypticsewerslut @angelsanarchy @arch1viste @icarus-star @fadedviolets

Für Elise - Reimagined By Alexander Joseph (I WHOLEHEARTEDLY encourage you to listen to this piece of art!)

Round after repetitive round your slightly burning, half-lidded eyes followed the quietly whirring ceiling fan right above the bed. Everything was perfect, the sheets fresh, the room temperature comfortably cool and the muffled out city sounds in the background provided just enough white noise to drown out your everlasting inner monologue and yet you just couldn't fall asleep.

You've already been cutting out caffeine for a few days now, carbohydrates too and with that practically everything that was remotely fun, hell, you even picked up a guided meditation podcast here and there trying to simply put yourself to sleep by getting bored enough but nothing really did the job. With each and every night passing like this, getting one to two hours of fairly interrupted sleep at best, you dreaded it a little more.

"Goddammit." You huffed under your breath before turning yourself to the side where Roman was comfortably snoozing next to you.

His back was facing your front as you scooted up close to him to gently wrap your arm around his waist, fingertips sneaking themselves underneath the hem of his white t-shirt while you rested your forehead against his shoulder. For a few minutes you just listened to him breathing in a steady pace, his ribcage rising and falling with every peaceful inhale and you couldn't help yourself but to envy him a little.

You couldn't explain to yourself how he did it, dealing with pent-up assholes, the worst of them being his father without a doubt, all day long and then just passing out when he felt like ending the day. Right now you wished for that ability to be one of your own, too, but for now it was to no avail. Pondering over it for longer would only turn you more sour by the minute and that wouldn't exactly help anyone here right now. Instead, you gently sighed into the soft and warm fabric of his shirt, shoving as much of the internalized malice regarding your situation to the side while much rather focusing on your curious fingertips that you led to wander over his defined torso. In gentle, slow strokes, you traced the outlines of his muscles up to his ribcage, caressed his collarbone, that was slightly curved upwards in this position, and then all the way back down again, your fingers getting lost in the softly curled hair of his happy trail down to the waistband of his shorts.

"You're getting me all worked up here.." Roman's sleep-drunk voice whispered to you.

"Sorry… I didn't mean to." You reciprocated, drawing your fingers from his lower abdomen until you felt his broad hand softly pressing yours back onto his skin.

"No, no, it's fine, don't you worry, babe. Still can't sleep, huh?" His tone was laced with a heavy layer of upright worry about you.

"Nope, Morpheus still won't treat me with a dream or two. Just endless buzzing up in the noggin." It left your mouth alongside a tired and painfully exhausted yawn.

"I'm sorry.", Rome yawned right there with you whilst he turned himself on his back, offering you his arm to seek shelter under, "Come here, you don't have to suffer through that alone."

"You don't have to be sorry, it's none of your fault." You shrugged your shoulders a little, quickly moving into his embrace and resting your weary head on his chest.

"But I really think it would be if I didn't try to help you somehow." He stated rather bluntly before placing a soft kiss to your hairline.

"Oh, Rome, you don't need to make this your problem, really-" With a well audible smile in his voice, Roman cut you off.

"But I want to! And I'm going to." He whispered against your forehead as his hand, that hung around your shoulder, started to softly caress your upper arm.

In barely even there strokes with his fingertips, Rome brushed over your skin from shoulder to elbow and back again, leaving waves of goosebumps after goosebumps in his wake.

"Now you're getting me all worked up!" You smiled against his chest, pressing your body impossibly closer to his, the silky soft fabric of your satin slip dress rubbing against his shirt.

"Oh, god forbid, am I right?", Roman laughed out softly, "And what if I do that right here?"

His other hand reached out to lift your chin up to his face before he leaned in to press a longing and anything but chaste kiss to your lips.

With that, he elicited a low moan of yours to get swallowed up by his mouth, his tongue darting out between his lips, gently snaking towards yours, nudging it playfully. Immediately, you felt your blood rushing down between your legs in nearly violent determination, an aching need to feel him even closer with you drowning out everything else.

"Fuck, Roman." You sighed against his lips, trying to steady your breath.

"If you insist.", You felt the grin forming on his face, "Please, take a seat and make yourself comfortable."

"If you insist." You chuckled right back whilst reaching down to your hips, taking a hold of the lacey string underneath the slip dress and shimmied out of it.

"Keep the dress on, please? You just look stunning in it." Roman asked in a breathy tone, pulling himself back a little to sit up straight against the headboard.

"Of course…" You whispered with a smile on your lips, rising yourself so far from the mattress until you were able to arch one leg over his waist and straddle his lap.

"Oh, damn.." He groaned a little raspy as the length of his pulsing cock pressed against your thoroughly soaked folds, your slick threatening to just drip down on him.

"That's all you, getting me wet like that." You said in return, wrapping your arms around his neck before rolling your hips against his lap to let him slide right inside of.

The feeling of him filling you right up to the brim, the girth of his cock stretching you out delightfully, had you both moaning out in pleasure. It absolutely didn't matter how many times you had slept with each other in whatever way, the moment of Roman thrusting into you for the first time was something that simply knocked the air from your lungs and eradicated any and every thought from your crowded mind.

"You feel so fucking good around me, you have no idea.", He hummed against your cheek before peppering the corner of your mouth with playful pecks of his lips, "And it just drives me insane when you wear just that slip dress here."

"It's the one you gifted me on our last anniversary, remember?" Your breath heavy as you started rolling your hips at a slow pace.

"How could I forget, babe?" Rome smiled at you, cheeks flushed in a soft tint of red and his olive eyes sparkling with unbridled joy even in the dark.

Seeing him beam at you like this made you forget all about not being able to sleep for the past two weeks, it made you forget all about the negativity that followed your each and every step through the days but what it made you remember clearly was how much you loved him. Every part of him from his expressive eyebrows, to his loud mouth to his colorful and exciting character.

"I love you, Roman." It fell from your lips before they touched his in a nearly bruising kiss.

"And I love you…more than anything." He reciprocated as soon as you broke from the kiss a little, leading his mouth to wander over your jaw, pressing loving kisses and playfully soft bites down your neck and all over your collarbone.

The tip of his nose stroked over the cleavage that the silken slip dress gave room for before his lips wandered down another notch to close around one of your perked up nipples, suckling at it carefully. A rush of pleasure seeped from your chest throughout your whole body as you felt the thin fabric soaking up his saliva, a wet patch forming around your areola before he moved on to the other side. The ceiling fan from above rendered the damp spot cold to your skin, sending soft shivers down your spine whilst you allowed yourself to just not think for once.

With eyes fluttered shut, you let your head roll back, basking in each little sensation he gifted to your body. This right now wasn't about chasing an orgasm just for the sake of getting off, no, this moment of shared intimacy was about feeling each other in the closest way possible and you reveled in every second of it.

"Love you so fucking much.." Roman's breathy tone got muffled by the fabric and you could hear that he was equally far gone by now, carefully joining in on your rhythm with every roll of your hips over his lap as his hands held you by the waist.

You intently listened to his shallow breathing, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet sounds of his lips Kissing and sucking on your nipples in a seemingly relentless vigor as you felt your walls tightening around his cock, the tip of it stroking over that especially sensitive part repeatedly.

"I'm about to…fuck, I…" It cascaded out of your mouth into the bedroom as you weren't even able to for a coherent sentence before it rippled through your body.

Orgasmic bliss set every nerve on fire for a split second, your pussy contracting in reckless waves around him, pulling him further in and eventually throwing him over his own edge. With raggedy breaths and choked back moans, Roman pressed his face into your neck as his fingers clawed at your waist. You felt him filling you up with throbbing pumps of his twitching cock as he pressed himself as far as possible into you with one final thrust.

Neither of you said a word whilst you pulled yourself off of him, the accumulation of bodily fluids leaving a little mess in his lap and between your thighs, and curled your satisfied body up to his again.

"Do you want me to read you something?" Roman asked and to say it caught you by surprise was a broad understatement.

"Huh?" You looked up to him with arched brows.

"I vaguely remember you telling me how much you liked being read to back when we started dating and I'm quite a bit ashamed that I never did that for you by now." He answered with a soft smile on his lips.

"You…you remember that?" It rolled over your tongue in some sort of excited shock.

"Of course I do, babe. So, would you like me to? If you're lucky, I'll find something a little more suitable than a yucky Forbes magazine."

#roman roy x reader #roman roy smut #roman roy x you #roman roy x fem!reader #roman roy #succesion hbo #succession #succession fanfic #kieran culkin

[abarbaricyalp]

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What Happiness Is

Sam was still getting settled on the bed when he answered the facetime call, so Bucky just let himself look at all the shaky cam footage of his broad chest--a bruise along one pectoral that Bucky would have to ask about--and his slightly grown out beard and the long curl of his lashes when the phone was suddenly right next to his face.

It was late in Louisiana--later in New York--and Sam seemed to have already turned off most of the lights. He was bathed in the pretty amber of the bedside lamp light they'd spent four hours looking for one day. At the time, Bucky had not appreciated Sam's insistence that they try out every. single. lamp. until they found the exact color tone they could both stand. Right now, he really really really appreciated it.

"Heard you got called out to something today," Sam greeted.

Bucky tore his eyes away from the curve of Sam's neck and shoulder to look at his face again. "You will not believe what it was," he groaned.

Sam grinned at him and Bucky's heart just about catapulted out of his chest. "Crashed spaceship, right?"

"Escape pod, yeah. It was ours. Something from SABER. Fury was on it."

"Fury was on it?!" Sam laughed. He shifted in the bed, fixed a pillow behind his back, and then folded an arm behind his head to lean back on. "Tell me more right now."

Bucky waited, because he now had to map out all of the musculature in Sam's arm. "God, I wish I was there with you," he groaned softly. "I miss our bed."

"Buck, focus," Sam ordered, though there was a pleased smile on his face. Bucky wanted to keep it there forever. "Fury crash landed in Central Park."

"Yeah. They asked me to go before they knew exactly what was going on, just that a SABER craft was rocketing back into the atmosphere. I still got there after the crash."

Sam nodded encouragingly. He used to tease Bucky that he told stories the way he filled out incident reports, but the teasing had eased once he learned how boring a verbose story could be instead. ("I know you can tell good stories," he'd said once. "You entertain the kids no problem." But it just wasn't the same, Bucky had argued. Sam always knew the truth and the truth was half as interesting.)

"So, anyway, I get there. Things are still smoldering. SHIELD is gonna have to pay another million dollars for the clean up. There are a few people around. And everyone is just kind of...wet?"

"Wet?" Sam asked, amused. Bucky was still in one piece and there seemed to be no indication of illness or hurt, so whatever caused the wetness was more interesting than worrying.

"Yeah. And there were a thousand cats around. Kittens, actually."

Sam's brow furrowed, but he was still grinning amiably. "Kittens? Did you adopt one?"

"I'm getting there," Bucky insisted.

"So we definitely have a cat now," Sam surmised.

Bucky waved him off. "Anyway, so there's all these slightly wet scientists, and Fury, and kittens! And then, and then, and then... Sam you are not going to believe this."

"Please do not keep me in suspense any longer," Sam played dramatically.

Bucky grinned at Sam and Sam grinned right back. "Sam. The cats threw up a bunch of Lovecraftian tentacles and more scientists," he said as slowly and calmly as he could.

Sam shot up in the bed and held the phone more firmly. "What?!"

Bucky had known this would delight and intrigue Sam and he was very pleased that it had. He preened as he sank deeper into the corner of the couch. Out of frame, his hand fell to the fuzzball snoozing in his lap.

"Yeah, man," he laughed. For a second, his eyes fell on his own image, tucked away in the corner, as small as it would go because sometimes he hated looking at himself and the smaller that box was, the more he could see of Sam. But, right now, he didn't mind how he looked. All crinkly eyed and happy. Younger and older at the same time. "Apparently there are alien cats out there."

"The world gets stranger every day," Sam sighed. But that lovely grin was still on his face. "What else happened?"

"Well, apparently it was a Captain Marvel thing," Bucky started again.

"You saw Carol?" Sam asked in excitement. The only person in the world who could rival Bucky's enthusiasm over Danvers was probably Sam. Apparently she was an entire celebrity in the Air Force. Bucky had heard no less than a thousand times that Danvers and Rambeau lived in Louisiana and clearly Louisiana produced the best superheroes in the world.

"Nah, she wasn't there. Had to finish the mission, or something. But this girl showed up. Do you remember Jersey City?"

"I try not to think about Jersey City at all," Sam answered, exactly the way Bucky knew he would.

"Remember, a few weeks ago, the Department of Damage Control got called out to Jersey City? It became a whole thing. It was on TV. Those teenagers totally pulled the rug out from under Deever?" Bucky insisted. "You were on call to do a bunch of PR if it got any worse."

Sam thought for a moment, then waved his hand in a so-so kind of way. "I never did have to do anything with it. What about it?"

"It's the girl from that. She's called Ms. Marvel, I guess. I dunno, she mostly talked about me instead of herself."

"You?" Sam snorted. "What could she possibly have to say about you?"

"Man, she had an entire Wikipedia page of information. She asked me things I didn't even remember the answer to."

Sam laughed again. Bucky melted further into the couch. "So, don't keep me in suspense anymore, Barnes," he pressed one more time. "Show me the aliens we own."

First, Bucky flipped the camera around to show the black and white kitten with his spotted face. He was rolling a shiny pom-pom around, batting it to one side of the kitchen and then bounding over it to catch it before it could roll under the cupboards, then doing it the other direction again.

"That one's yours. I've been calling him Oreo, but he doesn't really react to it, so you can name him when you meet him."

"How are you gonna get an alien cat on an airplane?" Sam asked, but Bucky saw through his slightly sarcastic words to his big, gleaming eyes. Sam pretended like he wasn't a big pet person, but he was always the first one to volunteer for pet sitting duty around Delacroix and he fed more strays than Bucky had ever seen in one place. He had a whole circuit he did in the mornings on his run. Took a backpack with food packed in it.

"I'll just drive this time. I have a car, y'know."

"Uh-huh. What makes you think I want an alien cat?"

Bucky shrugged, even though the camera was still faced away from him. "Look at his little face. He's got spots. He's the best," he defended. "And look at this one."

He turned the camera around again and angled it down to show off the white kitten in his lap. "Gotta say, though, I think this one's just a regular cat."

"How can you possibly tell the difference?" Sam asked.

"Well, look at what she does," he said and poked the kitten's shoulder until she lifted her pretty little head and yawned all big like cats did. "Versus what Oreo does--"

He flipped the camera again and found the black and white kitten in the frame. He tossed a bouncy ball over to it. The kitten's eyes got huge as he watched the ball and then, all of a sudden, a dozen tentacles came pouring out of his mouth to catch the ball before it could bounce too far away.

Sam yelped on the other side of the call. "What the hell, Bucky?" he shouted. The kitten in Bucky's lap lifted her head again at the commotion, took stock the situation, and then climbed out of his lap to lay on the couch cushion next to him instead.

"I told you, man. He's an alien. But look at that face."

The kitten, now with tentacles hidden away again, was mewling softly and looking around for the ball. Sam grumbled, then admitted, "He's pretty cute. But can't call him Oreo."

"What do you want to call him?" Bucky humored.

"I dunno. Something spacey. What about Figaro?"

The kitten lifted his head at the name and came trotting over. Bucky raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I guess that's it," he conceded. "But why Figaro? How is that spacey?"

"It's not," Sam admitted. "But in Bohemian Rhapsody, it gets used next to Galileo and Magnifico. Besides, he looks like the cat from Pinocchio."

"You know the cat from Pinnicchio's name off the top of your head?" Bucky asked skeptically.

"Yeah, unlike you, I pay attention when I watch movies."

Bucky rolled his eyes at the ribbing. He was about to turn the camera around and do it again so Sam could see it, but Figaro, formerly Oreo, began scratching his head against the side of Bucky's phone and purring.

"Aw, Sammy, look at that," he cooed, saccharine and a little teasing. "He likes your voice."

"I can't see anything," Sam pointed out just as Figaro covered the camera again.

Bucky shifted the camera enough to show the not-cat again. He sat back and blinked at the phone. Sam made some sort of noise, but without seeing his face, Bucky wasn't sure what it was. Begrudging adoration, he hoped.

"What did Fury have to say about all of this?" Sam asked.

Bucky turned the camera around again so he was back in the shot. "That if I told anyone, he'd put me on a spaceship without an engine," Bucky admitted. "But everyone's gotta know I'm gonna tell you."

"You're a terrible spy," Sam agreed. But that lovely, pleased smile was back on his face. Bucky was getting better at being charming and polite, but being around Sam definitely skewed his results because Sam was pretty reactive as soon as Bucky got sweet. "Don't know how you got added to that reformed bad guys team."

"You of all people know how that ended," Bucky pointed out. Crashing, burning, screaming. A hundred disciplinary referrals on himself. "'How does Captain America keep figuring out our intel? Gosh, it just doesn't make sense.' It didn't take a genius to put it together."

"If it had, it never woulda been figured out," Sam finished. Bucky's gripes were very predictable. "When are you coming home?"

"As soon as Fury gives me the okay. He already gave me alien cats. Hopefully he'll want me out of sight soon too."

"And you're really bringing those things here?"

"The boys are gonna love them, " Bucky promised with a grin.

"You're taking care of the litter box," Sam warned. "And tentacle issues! I'll be on cuddle duty."

Bucky rolled his eyes fondly and held a hand over his heart. "I'll take care of the litter box."

"I miss you," Sam said softly. "Get back home soon. With your new minions."

"Everything that likes me first loves you more," Bucky reminded him. "They'll be your minions within a weekend."

Sam smiled and did not argue because he couldn't. "I love you. See you soon."

"Love you too," Bucky said, though it was drowned out by a plaintive set of meows and then Sam's laughter before he hung up.

Alien cats, Bucky thought as he watched Alpine chase Figaro. His sci-fi books hadn't prepared him for that one.

this has been sitting in my drafts since I saw the movie opening night. enjoy 👽🐈

#sambucky #bucky barnes #sam wilson #captain america #sambucky fanfic #the falcon and the winter soldier #writing #flerken #alpine the cat #figaro the cat

[magicalbats]

We Turn Not Older: Layla

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 3136

Warnings: Afab!reader but no gendered language, mentions of cunnilingus, scissoring

A/N: with a few minutes to spare, I'm actually on time with this one! Amazing!

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Layla’s dorm is almost claustrophobically small and cluttered with astrology equipment, but it is also decidedly cozy. You knew you liked it as soon as you’d stepped through the door hours ago, when it was still daylight. Now it was dark. The cracks around the shuttered window on the far wall let in no light at all but you have no idea where she might have a clock sitting around to check the time. Not that it really mattered right now. You were much too comfortable lying in bed together, sharing this tight space with her, to even think about getting up and dressing yourself.  

Sighing in contentment, you instead roll over onto your side to regard the other girl. She’d drifted off to sleep some time ago after just a single round of going down on her and you now had the perfect opportunity to simply study her without fear of putting her on the spot. Honestly, you’d been more than just a little surprised when she first suggested this. You came as soon as you’d received the letter from the mysterious, unnamed scribe who you strongly suspected had been her other half. The other Layla. The one that is not quite so shy or easily flustered, or absent minded. You thought you were talking to her at first, for just a brief moment, but you’d quickly realized that was not the case. 

The fact you ended up in a tangle of limbs and sheets almost seems like a distant dream to you. Just something your travel weary mind had cooked up to taunt you with on lonely nights spent out on the road. This hadn’t been your intention or even some sneaky ulterior motive you’d harbored beforehand. But it was her birthday and she’d seemed like she needed it. Badly. After cumming so hard you thought she was going to pass out she’d promptly fallen asleep and you quickly followed suit not along after. It was hard not to start feeling drowsy when your bed partner was snoozing away so soundly. 

But she was still quietly snoring and you were awake. Carefully, you reach out to toy with a curled strand of rich dark hair. It’s unbelievably soft and silky between your fingertips. You think you could probably play with it for days without growing bored but even just that simple touch is enough to rouse her from what you’d thought was a deep slumber. With a faint, sleepy groan, Layla turns her head on the pillow to peer over at you. 

Offering her a small smile, you drop the strand of hair and it bounces back into place as if nothing at all were amiss. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“It’s fine.” She half slurs under her breath. Blinking away some more of the sleep from her eyes, Layla shifts to the side and then rolls over to face you. Her golden irises take you in for a long moment, just flitting over your face and your shoulders. The curve of your bare hip. “We really did that, huh?” 

“Yeah. We did.” You agree.

“Should we do it again?” 

A quick laugh bursts out of you. “I probably shouldn’t be surprised considering how good it looked like you were sleeping a moment ago, but I had no idea you could be so insatiable.” 

She quickly averts her gaze. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” You murmur, soft and reassuring. Scooting yourself closer on the already cramped single bed, you bring your hand up to cradle the delicate curve of her waist. “Do you want to do it again? I don’t mind if you do.” 

She considers that for a brief moment, idly picking at a single loose thread on the sheet with thoughtful fingers. You think she’s very cute like this and you lean even closer to press a quick kiss to her cheek. That brings her attention back up, both of you just looking at one another for a long stretch before she lowers her eyes to study your mouth. The same mouth that had brought her to shuddering pleasure earlier in the day. 

“I’d like that, Traveler. Can we?” 

You grin at her. “Of course we can. After all, I didn’t have a chance to get off before you zonked out on me the first time.” 

Layla’s expression is equal parts surprised and flustered. Her mouth warbles open to stammer out a string of apologies and self deprecating sentiments but you quickly silence her with a kiss. She moans, very softly, at the lingering taste of her own cunt on your lips and tongue. Breathes deep and relaxes into the gesture before kissing you back. Your snuffed excitement from before promptly flares back to life, set aside but far from forgotten. It actually feels even more potent than you remembered it being and you can’t help but moan too as you drag your hand up and down her side in an encouraging caress. This may not have been your intention in coming here but you hoped she was well rested enough after her nap to stay awake a little longer. 

But even if she doesn’t, even if she falls asleep again right after, you were still enjoying yourself in the moment. It felt good being naked with her, here in the secluded privacy of her dorm. Layla’s breast is firm and perfectly cuppable in the palm of your hand when you touch it with a reverence that makes her tremble and stretch out beside you. You take a moment to thumb over the nipple in slow, even strokes until it’s stiffly perked. Taking it between your fingers, you then give it a gentle tweak. She appreciatively sighs into your mouth before tentatively reaching over to do the same to your chest, reciprocating the gesture almost tit for tat. 

You spend what feels like many minutes just basking in the warmth and the feel of one another. Kissing, touching and fondling, but it doesn’t take long for you to grow impatient. She’d found release earlier, you hadn’t. You were still wet and waiting for your own turn, your cunt mutedly throbbing every time you rub your thighs together. 

Finally giving in to the urge, you turn half of the way over onto your back and reach down with your free hand. The other tugs on Layla’s neck to guide her right up against you. She breaks apart from the kiss with a low, breathy sound as your breasts meet and press into each other. Rubbing your sticky slit in savory circles, you look her right in the eye as you reach back with the other to dip fingers under the curve of her ass and prod at what’s between her legs. 

“Oh.” She gives a quiet squeak, thick lashes fluttering slightly at the sensation. You allow yourself a moment to just tease along her crease while you sedately hump into your own hand at the same time. Archons, if you’d known this was what she wanted you would have stopped somewhere and bought some toys to play with. 

“Is this what you were looking forward to?” You keep your voice low and suggestive as you slowly breach the seam of her body and press up into satiny soft lips. “Having my fingers in your tight pussy again?” 

“Oooh.” She makes the same sound but she draws it out this time. Allows her eyes to slip shut and just basks in the sensation. Gingerly, she lifts her top most leg and throws it over your hip so she can curl her body even closer and give you a better angle to stretch open her cunt. It works and your fingers sink in a little deeper. She’s so incredibly warm inside, all soft and wet, and cushiony that you can’t help but give your digits a small wriggle. “It feels so good, Traveler … don’t stop. Please.” 

As if you even could at this point. Between your own arousal and the way she’s gripping you in palpitating squeezes, her body instinctively trying to take you in even deeper, there was no way you could bring yourself to stop until you were watching her fall apart again. You had no intention of teasing her today. Not when that would mean teasing yourself in the process. 

Momentarily abandoning your own cunt, you reach up between your bodies and offer Layla your hand. She gently takes the wrist so she can hold it in place while she gives your fingers shy little kitten licks to taste you. The way she watches you while she does it seems to be in apology. Like she felt bad for leaving you hanging the first time, even though you’d only been joking about that. It was her birthday after all. This was her treat, not yours no matter how much you wanted a chance to cum too. 

Besides, you had something in mind that you suspected would please both of you at the same time and keep you two equally happy. You just needed to make sure both of you were wet enough first. 

Layla was certainly getting there, the soft little clicks you pull from her body attesting to the amount of slick her pussy was making around your fingers. You weren’t far off either but you still take your hand from her and reach down to smear your cunt in saliva. It feels so good that you almost don’t want to stop, especially when she brings her hand down to fondle your breast again. The way she pinches the nipple with delicate fingertips makes your breath come a little faster, moaning into the static charged air.

Before you can edge yourself too close to the line, you force your hand to stop rubbing. Your pussy throbs at the loss of stimulation but you quickly roll her over onto her back and sit up. Eagerly, Layla spreads her legs wide in clear invitation, her cunt flushed an excited pink and sticky with arousal. You oblige her for the moment and bend over her pelvis so you can flick your tongue over the sensitive bud at the apex of her slit. Meaty creases and folds shudder under the ministration of your mouth and she promptly shakes in response. It was quite clear to you that Layla very much enjoyed having her pussy ate and, truth be told, you liked it too. Her clit was prominent and easy to find — hell, you could see it at just a glance, erect and jutting out from under its protective hood in search of more pleasure — and that made it all the more fun to tease and mouth at it. You were banking on it making your idea a resounding success. 

“Your pretty pussy is so greedy, Layla. You already came once and look how excited you are. Don’t you have anyone to go down on you in the Akademiya?” 

A faint, wavering moan rises in the air. She nudges her pelvis at you, back and forth, back and forth in a pleading manner. She was needy, that was for sure. 

You take pity on her and bring your hand close, rubbing her fat clit with your fingers. Layla shakes beautifully for you, her breathing rapidly picking up and becoming thicker. You don’t want her to cum like this when you had something even better in mind though, and you pull away before she can find her release. She blinks at you as if in a daze as you get spun around and take hold of one dainty ankle so you can curl it up and out to the side. The motion leaves her cunt perfectly bare and vulnerable so you can shuffle closer until your pussy finds hers. It takes a moment of adjusting, slotting the pieces together just right, but you know it as soon as you find it. 

Your body suddenly feels ten degrees hotter as lips brush against lips and squish together, creating a wet warm seal. Layla’s breath hitches in her chest when your clit prods against hers with the first experimental roll of your hips. You moan, and then do it again. Even for the lack of a toy to help mutually stimulate the two of you, it still felt mind numbingly good just to grind your cunts together and you take a great deal of pleasure in watching her face take on a far off, dreamy look as you fall into a steady rhythm. 

She almost doesn’t seem to know what to make of it at first but the pleasure is undeniable. Her cheeks flush even hotter, a low chorus of appreciative sounds falling from her lips with each slow motion drag or your hips. It looks like you’re driving her crazy now, the way she not so subtly writhes and clutches the sheets. Her hazy attention stays locked on the spot where your bodies meet though, like she was fascinated with watching you thrust against her. 

Oh, if only she knew what you could do to her with the right equipment. 

“Does that feel good, princess? You look so lovely spread out for me like this.” 

The way she moans your name then, so sweet and fragile, makes your pulse pound even harder. You wanted to touch her more, play with her tits and pinch on those stiff nipples until she really started to cry out for you. But it’s hard enough keeping your slit lined up with hers while moving at the same time and you have to make do with squeezing her thigh in a possessive grip. You’ve got it half curled around your waist, the other leg still held captive in the air, and you could tell you were slowly creeping ever closer to the breaking point. You were wound tight to begin with but the way her stiff clit digs up into and slides over yours … it was amazing how perfectly made for each other two pussies could be. Like puzzle pieces, you fit together so very nicely and you were soaring high on the adrenaline of fucking yourself on her. 

“Shit, Layla,” You gasp, struggling to keep your pelvis planted squarely over hers without losing your pace to the eager twitching that runs through your tightening muscles. Any second now the cord would snap and you sincerely hoped she was as close as you were, so you could finish together. 

“Ooh, please … please make me cum, Traveler, I want to cum so bad.” 

Digging your fingers deeper into the soft pudge of her upper thigh, you allow your hips to thrust a bit harder. A little quicker. There’s such a sticky mess between the two of you now that your slit just keeps gliding over hers in a meaty press, but her clit seems to hit its mark each time. It was making you shudder much more violently than you’d anticipated and making the effort that much more of a struggle. Almost like a role reversal, you felt vaguely like the one who was getting fucked here, not the other way around. But you keep going even when your breaths puff out of you in quick, heaving gasps and it seems like you’re just as liable to shake right off her as anything else. Your world recedes to a fine pinprick of consciousness that consists entirely of the sensation of her pussy squishing under yours, moulding two bodies together, and the breathy groans of pleasure she lets out. 

It was dizzying in the best possible way, and that feeling only increases when you finally cum with a stuttering roll of your pelvis. The spasms seize you in the time it takes you to blink, trembling so suddenly it startles a high pitched yelp out of you. Teeth clenching tight, you seethe throughout the duration of your release even as you stubbornly continue to work yourself against her. 

And Layla manages to surprise you when she cums too, just a heartbeat later. She shakes and rattles through her orgasm in almost perfect tandem with you. It’s like she’s feeding off of your pleasure, taking it into herself and then giving it back tenfold. You can feel her pussy squeezing underneath you and the sticky mess between you suddenly feels obscene. You'd thoroughly soaked one another. 

Wheezing with the final tremors of your orgasm, you release her and collapse on top of the still moaning girl in a heap of limbs and sweat dampened skin. She quickly brings her arms up to twine them around your heaving back, holding you close against her chest. It takes a prolonged moment for both of you to recover but the afterglow is warm and peaceful. Comfortable. 

It wouldn’t have been so bad staying with her here, just like this. If only you didn’t have other matters, other responsibilities to see to. 

“Layla?” You speak at last, wondering if she’d already dozed off again. 

“Hm?” Her response is quiet and groggy. Distant, like she really had been drifting back to sleep despite having only just woken up some half hour ago. You probably would have found it a little ridiculous had you not known exactly how content and satiated she must have felt in that moment. Another nap didn’t sound bad at all. 

But you wanted to ask. Had to ask. “Are you sure you don’t want to do anything else for your birthday besides lay in bed all day? I mean. It’s your choice, of course. I just thought … maybe you'd want to do something else.”

“Like what?” She yawns quietly when she says it. You try very hard not to smile and you fail miserably. 

“I don’t know. Go out to dinner or something? My treat, obviously.” 

Layla noises a small sound of interest but rather than rousing her with the prospect she actually snuggles deeper into the mattress as if settling in for the night. “Mmm. Dinner sounds good. How about breakfast instead? We can go somewhere in the morning.” 

“It won’t be your birthday tomorrow.” 

“That’s alright.” Is the last thing she murmurs to you before knocking out completely. Her chest slowly rises and falls underneath you with the slow breaths she pulls in, lulling you into a similar state of drowsiness. It was the same as the first time. You just couldn’t seem to keep your eyes open when she was snoozing away with such tranquil ease. And it didn’t exactly help that you felt so safe and secure cradled in her arms like this. Vulnerable almost, like you were the one at her mercy. It was very possible that you were. 

Perhaps you should try giving her the toy and seeing what she could come up with when taking the lead. Something told you that you wouldn’t be disappointed.

⭐

#genshin impact #layla #layla x reader #self insert bullshit

[minhosimthings]

Enhypen as Quotes I Found on Pinterest

Warnings: Just a lot of fluff. Mention of abuse and PTSD in Jay's story.

A/N: I was bored and this thought randomly came into my brain as I sat on my sofa with my cat! Pinterest has been making me lovesick nowadays so BAM here it is. I'm sorry Heeseung's is really short tho.

Heeseung - My heart is so full of you that I can hardly call it my own.

Doing the dishes was your job around the household. Usually Heeseung would do the laundry and you'd handle the dishes. This was the only time when both of you wouldn't be hugging or touching each other because Heeseung is such a cuddle bug. But today for some reason, Heeseung was extra cuddly and in need of human touch. He acted as if he had been touch starved his entire life as he tried to pull you into the sofa from the sink. You brushed him off gently and continued to do the dishes. You lifted you arms from your body once to reach the shelf above you and two big arms immediately circled around your waist. Heeseung had trapped you and now he wouldn't let go. "My heart is so full of you, that I can hardly call it my own Y/N. Please cuddle with me?" You couldn't resist his Bambi eyes so , eventually you abandoned the rest of the dishes and curled up under the blankets while Heeseung cuddled with you like he hadn't done so in a century.

Jay - Your eyes hold everything my soul hungers for.

Jay and you were basically a married couple,barring the ring on your finger. At random moments of the day, Jay would blurt out 'I wanna marry you' and everytime you always say 'I'll say yes,don't worry.' He had gotten you a promise ring which was more precious than any of the expensive jewelry he had given you. The thing with you was that, as a victim of emotional and physical abuse, ever since childhood, you had never really known any actual love or any emotion other than anger. Meeting Jay was like meeting an angel. He was everything that you always needed but never knew you wanted. Like Taylor Swift once said, you would have easily married him with paper rings even though he got you ones of sapphires and rubies. One fine day, your brain decided to bring back all the trauma. One of your friends had made a 'joke' regarding PTSD and you let it reach to your heart. So there you were at home just crying your heart out to Jay when you asked him "Jay why do you love me?" Jay looked at you with soft eyes before answering "I have an entire presentation ready as to why I love you sweetheart. Everything about you is perfect. Your eyes hold everything my soul thirsts for." You wiped away your tears and giggled at the sudden poetry, when you noticed Jay on the ground. On. One. Knee. With a ring box in his hands. Before he could even start his speech, you shouted 'YES' and leapt at him to hug him and never let go.

Jake - when death takes my hand, I will hold you with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime.

A happy little Aussie boy was someone in your life, whom you would kill and die for. Jake was perfect. Both of you had met two years ago at your pet cafe where you served for both pets and their parents. And sometimes the parents were attractive, to say the least. Bouncing in with a cream border collie called Layla, Jake had fluffy brown hair and the sweetest smile you had ever seen. He bought a lot of things for Layla and when Layla refused to move from your cafe, Jake joked that Layla had found her mom. You kinda wished you were her mom. He came back the next day and asked if he could leave Layla here for a couple of minutes cause he had an errand at a place that didn't allow dogs. You happily obliged to do it for free, even though he had offered to pay money, and sat there serving the customers with Layla snoozing at your feet. Jake came in a few hours later and as he took Layla and apologized a million times for leaving Layla out late he asked you out. And of course you said yes and one thing led to another and now you were together for two years. One night, on movie night, Jake had a game he wanted to play. He had tiny chits of paper with things written on them and he explained the very peculiar rules of the game. "So me and the boys have written down seven cringey things which we think can steal a girl's heart and we want you to rate them. I won't tell you which one I wrote I want you to guess!" You happily agreed to that and sat down as Jake read out very cringey pick up lines and very poetic lines which were probably written by Sunghoon and Jay, respectively. At the end he picked up a yellow coloured chit and read out "When death takes my hand, I will hold you by the other and promise to find you in every lifetime." He looked up to see your shocked eyes and puckering lips. You were so moved by that line that your expression was one of disgust (like the one you do when you find a really good song). Jake, the poor soul was so worried because that was the line he had written. He knew you really liked the idea of lifetimes so he had written it for you and he muttered a slow 'Thats the one I wrote.' to you. You couldn't take it anymore and you pounced on him giving him a very long and very deep kiss. When you broke away from the kiss, Jake grinned at you and said, "So do I have rizz now?" "Not at all. But you do have my heart, Jakey." The rest of the night moved in slow slithers as both of you melted into each other's touch, grinning at the fact that Layla brought you together.

Sunghoon - It's very comforting. To finally have something worth living for.

Sunghoon was the biggest crime lord in all of the world. You, his high school sweetheart were tracked down and bought to him. His parents wanted him to marry someone and he had no one else in mind except for you. You eventually ties the knot in a ceremony which you did not want. Yes, you loved Sunghoon but you had a life of your own. How could you be just some trophy wife? In the beginning you had thought about how cold Sunghoon had grown. He was nothing like the awkwardly cute sixteen year old boy you had given your heart to in high school. He was a stone cold killer now. On occasions when you would go out, you would always have bodyguards with you. You didn't think much of it, but deep inside you had a tiny though which you repressed that maybe Sunghoon does care about you. On one such occasion, you were at the perfume store with your best friend and you didn't take note of the fact that your bodyguard was acting shifty. He wasn't attentive today and he kept touching his back pockets. Suspicious, you hid at the back of the store until your suspicions were confirmed. Your bodyguard had betrayed Sunghoon and was about to kill you. Scared, you called Sunghoon and in a shaky voice explained your situation. And that marked the first time you had ever heard Sunghoon's voice falter and stutter. He arrived with bodyguards just a minute later and took you home as you cried to him all night. He cupped your face gently in his hands as you questioned him "Do you even love me? Or is this just another one of your shenanigans? Please Sunghoon answer me." You had fallen completely in love with him today and your heart gently lifted when he said, in a soft voice "Y/N, listen to me. I had loved you ever since the day we got married. I know you didn't like this but I had to do it. Every other woman I met was a spy for other overlords. My parents were pressuring me and I couldn't think straight. But I love you. I love you more than I love myself." You sniffled at his words and hugged him tight as he whispered into your ear, "It's very comforting. To finally have something worth living for."

Sunoo - you drew memories in my mind, I could never erase. You painted colours in my heart I could never replace.

Sunoo was the most infuriating person on Earth. He joined your school only last year and he had already beaten you in almost every subject. It shouldn't have been that annoying to you, since you're parents really did not care about grades much and told you to focus on your extracurriculars instead. Science and painting were your favourite subjects and you were thankful that Sunoo didn't get a proper hold of them yet. But it still didn't stop you from getting mad whenever he gave you that sarcastic smile with his beautiful fox like eyes. The professor who took the painting job always got frustrated with Sunoo and often asked you to tutor him in painting. Usually people wouldn't pay attention to the subject but you were in a school which was the elitest of the elite. Tutoring Sunoo was torture. He would end up staring at you and not listening to a word you say and choosing, instead, to judge the decor in your room. But when he left your house, there was an odd feeling of loneliness in you. You missed him. That's when you realised that you liked him. There was just something about that weird smile and that cute little laugh and the way he was so gentle with people that made your heart go boom. But then again, he would ruin it every weekend by coming over to the cafe you worked at and ordering the most difficult thing to make in the menu. When you had accidentally made the drink without him asking, because you knew he would come in that day, he went weirdly quite, mumbled a thank you and raced out the door, instead of going to his usual place. One August morning, there was a painting event in your school. Judges from all over the county were coming and you had made a beautiful portrait to win the prize which was a scholarship to your dream university. The portrait was a blend of reds and purples and it was of one of your favourite actresses. You felt very proud of your painting as portraits weren't your strongest power but you didn't want to just paint another boring landscape. The event went on till the afternoon and you kept your eyes peeled for Sunoo in order to show off your painting to him and look at whatever horrible thing he had put on his canvas. The end of the event came with the announcement of the winners. Your ears almost couldn't believe it when you win the first prize. You went up on stage and took your big trophy and your scholarship. Even though your parents were rich, you had always wanted to make it to college on your own without spending much of their money. As you were daydreaming on stage, the booming voice of your English teacher spoke into a microphone. "It is with great delight that I announce that the judges have also decided a person to win the second position! So please put your hands together for Kim Sunoo! Who has won for his portrait of our winner Yang Y/N!" You almost got whiplash from whipping your head around to see Sunoo in his blue cardigan going to receive a silver medal along with a portrait of you in colours of lilac and gold. After the event was over, you dragged Sunoo over to the gym area and asked him aggressively "Why did you paint me? And since when have you gotten so good at painting, Sunoo?' Sunoo looked at you with rather sad eyes and said "I was always good at painting. I just wanted to catch your attention Y/N. And I couldn't think of anyone else who's features I had memorised as well as yours, so I painted you." You were taken aback as you gawked at him and shouted, "But you hate me! You torture me every day. What the absolute hell do you even mean by that sentence?" "I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU Y/N." Sunoo shouted with indignation. "Ever since I joined I have had a crush on you. How can I not? When you've drawn memories in my mind I cannot erase and you've painted colours in my heart I cannot replace!" That was all it took. For you to throw yourself on Sunoo and kiss him, taking in all the love you had for each other. It was safe to say your classmates were very confused when they saw two rivals holding hands and walking out of the gym, smiling brighter than the sun.

#Enhypen #enhypen headcanons #Enhypen fluff #enha comfort #Heeseung #Jay #Jake #Sunghoon #Sunoo #Enhypen× reader #enha fluff #headcannons #Quotes #have a good day everyone #bye bye now

[stormanbates]

Turtle Tot Headcanon: Sleep

•Splinter had no trouble getting the turtles to sleep when they were tiny. They slept in a box with blankets.

•As toddlers, they pop right up and scream as soon as Splinter heads for the door.

•Splinter would get upset because Naptime was a chance to leave the lair for supplies.

•Each crib had a heating lamp attached to it.

•Each baby had a specific way of falling asleep.

•Raph needs his pacifier, at least 4 teddies (one for each member of his family for comfort), and had to have eaten lunch first, or naptime would get interrupted by a hungry Raphie.

•Leo needed a fresh diaper, a bottle of warm milk, and his blanket. He would constantly wake up and try to get back to playing. Sometimes he would wake up Donnie.

•Because Donnie is Autistic, Donnie's sleep schedule had to be consistent. He either sleeps from 8pm to noon the next day or he gets 3 hours of broken sleep (personal experience). He needed to put away his toys by size and color before naps or he would freak out and not sleep.

•Donnie HATES naps. Splinter has to drag him every step of the way. "I don't wanna take a nap!" was his first sentence.

•He would only sleep when Splinter gave him his bottle of flavorless juice, a stuffed bunny, and a teething ring.

•Mikey needed his dad to stroke down his nose, which knocks him out after a few strokes. He only needed his bottle to conk out.

•Raph would be asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, but will fuss if Splinter doesn't rub his back.

•Leo will only fall asleep if Splinter pats him on the bottom. He doesn't know why Leo likes this.

•Splinter has a Lou Jitsu nightlight in the nursery.

•Raph has the longest nap, whilst Leo had the shortest. Then comes Mikey, then Donnie.

•Even though he hates naps, Donnie is the hardest to wake up, because he gets cranky, but Splinter has to wake him up or he would never get to bed.

•Leo is always the first to wake up. He tries to be quiet, but he'll get bored and start playing with the dinosaur mobile or whatever toy he dragged into bed.

•Splinter always wondered how Leonardo climbed into his brothers' cribs, but won't crawl across the kitchen floor.

•Leo got his first time out when he decided to wake up Donnie by throwing a bottle at his head, making the tot scream.

•Mikey had a few night terrors, but outgrew them. Splinter thinks it was because they spent time on the streets, and nighttime was scary for the tots.

•Raph had to be woken up by a nudge.

•Leo decided at age 2 that "only babies take naps" and skipped naptime a few times. Every time he did, he would fall asleep at the dinner table. Splinter still has the photo of Leo fast asleep with his head on his dinner plate, with his spoon still clutched in his hand.

•Mikey's bedtime was 7pm, Donnie and Leo were sent to bed at 8:30, and Raph stayed up until 9:00, but he would also fall asleep at 8:45.

•Splinter had to tell them stories at bedtime. Usually, he would tell a story he "made up" about Lou Jitsu's adventures.

•Leo was the hardest to get to sleep. It was always "I want water", "I'm not sleepy", "I want another story", "I wanna sleep with you", "I need to go potty", etc.

•Mikey was the only one that still woke up throughout the night for milk until age 2. Splinter thought it was because he was lonely.

•If Leo wakes up in the middle of the night, Splinter takes him to the tv room and they watch tv until Leo falls asleep.

•When Splinter got them big boy beds, he cried because his babies were growing up.

•After they outgrew their cribs, Splinter saved one piece from each of their mobiles. Raph's was the tiny teddy bear, Leo's was the unicorn, Donnie's was the frog, and Mikey's was the piggy.

• It was a blessing in disguise that Splinter didn't have a job, because the boys kept him up, and he enjoyed snuggling with them in the morning, so he could catch a snooze.

• (True story that happened to me) Splinter felt relieved when he got cribs for his sons, but felt so guilty that first night without them. They all slept together on the streets, so that's why. And when the boys cried for their dad, he hit the ground running. Often, Splinter allowed his boys to sleep in his bed on nights they felt lonely, or if there was a storm. He liked feeling close to his babies. The boys liked it because they loved how soft, warm and snuggly their dad was.

•The boys loved pillow forts and often slept in them. They still do this as teenagers, but only when someone is sick or after a nasty villian beat down.

#rottmnt #rottmnt turtle tots #turtle tots #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt splinter #headcanon #rise donnie #rise raph #rise leo #rise mikey

[ryo-maybe]

I am a couple hours late to the party but allow me to be the one who doesn't wear a mask: I like 14, but man can it be a slog to play through sometimes. I admit, the story gets better after ARR, but having to trudge through the entirety of ARR can be ... exhausting. Unappetizing. You get bits and pieces here and there of interesting things, sure, but the other expansions have the benefit of only needing to fill 10 levels worth of story, not fifty. Yes, 14 is a game and I'll rec it, but _fuck_.

Yeah, despite a big chunk of the fanbase - from what few glimpses I've seen - often making a sport of making up reasons to believe the game is a dead piece of overly optimized shit, I do think there is legitimacy to the swathes of players who are dreading whatever changes they're cooking up for DRG and other classes going forward, considering what they did to SMN and PLD. Accessibility is fine and dandy as long as you also don't sand away the weird corners responsible for each class's distinctive identities. That and I'm so fed up with the 2min window and the apparent aversion for DoT's that seems to become more prominent with each new change lmao

While I wouldn't say ARR is straight up bad, it's also hardly the kind of mindblowing experience that would get one hooked without the promise of things getting so, so much better. Even putting aside the story, the gameplay up to level 50 (and, hell, for a lot of classes, all the way up to the 80-90 range) is absolutely snooze-inducingly boring. Considering the significant investment in terms of time and dedication required of a new player, it's frankly a lot to ask to stick with it unless something really clicks with you or you've got pals who'll tag along and make the experience less of a pain for you.

Like I said before, I think it's kind of a miracle that the game clicked for me like it did, which probably speaks wonders of its potential (or my insane dedication when the monkey brain activates), but both the beginning and the endgame are anything but pristine experiences with plenty of aspects worth picking apart.

Anyway the game would be infinitely less insufferable if the translation team didn't insist on shaving away all semblance of personality from the script in favor of making it sound more pretentious than it's trying to lmao

[release-the-mccracken]

Berquinn Playlist

Bert: Quinn ended up giving me a ride up to my parents' house. It was a beautiful night. I remember the moon was out and there was something different about this person that I'd met and I knew that we were going to write beautifully together.

I take your hand, lead you out to the street. To tell you that your golden hair and pale blue eyelids make me feel like I might go wild. Cheetah print makes me a liar. So I tell you I just like you for your smile.

Every time we lie awake, after every hit we take. Every feeling that I get, but I haven't missed you yet. Only when I stop to think about it, I hate everything about you. Why do I love you?

I promise it will be the last time, that I do all the things that I said that I wouldn't do last night. Then I lose my shit and I slam the door. And I ask myself, "what'd I do that for?" I wanna cause a scene just to feel alive. Maybe I'm only mean 'cause I know you're mine.

You got so down I couldn't get high. You make it harder and harder for me to know who I am, so this time I gotta hear it if you give a goddamn. Your violence feels like kisses to me. Your silence makes it harder to breathe.

You promise me Heaven, then put me through hell. Chains of love got a hold on me. When passion's a prison, you can't break free. Oh, you're a loaded gun.

Got a girl with California eyes and I thought that she could really be the one this time. But I never got the chance to make her mine because she fell in love with little thin white lines.

I'm afraid of all I am, my mind feels like a foreign land. I've spent all of the love I saved. We were always a losing game. Small town boy in a big arcade, I got addicted to a losing game.

Come to me in the night hours. I will wait for you and I can't sleep 'cause thoughts devour. Thoughts of you consume. I can't help but love you, even though I try not to.

The past few months were pretty rough, a couple times wished we both were dead. I never cried like that before. I thought my eyes would pop out of my head. Not just preparing for nightmares, but nothing feels alright now. The length of my hair or the fit of my clothes. And crying like a baby solved nothing.

This is the last time you say, after the last line you break. You say it helps you write your rhymes, whatever helps you sleep at night. You say that you love me. You won't remember in the morning. I'm not gonna stay and watch you circle the drain.

And I ain't seen a light of day since, well, that's not important. It's been long. And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip Houston. Cars and clothes, thought I was winning. You knew I was losing. You told me to wake up, but my clock always stays on snooze.

And I can't see you here, wondering where am I. It sort of feels like I'm running out of time. I haven't found all I was hoping to find. You said you gotta be up in the morning, gonna have an early night. And you're starting to bore me, baby. Why'd you only call me when you're high?

You missed a lesson on looking out for yourself, may not be on the up and up, but I'm on the up and out. So take me to the far side of the beach before it falls into the ocean, before you notice I'm eroding.

Can't walk into my closet without seeing your face. 'Cause all my favorite t-shirts are all your favorite band names. You put me in a Heart-Shaped Box, now you only ever call me when you're high. You know you ruined Nevermind. Now, every song's about you in my mind. But the worst thing that you ever did? You ruined Nirvana. And I can't forgive you for that.

I ain't seen the sunshine in three damn days. Been fueling up on cocaine and whisky. I wish I had a good girl to miss me. Lord, I wonder if I'll ever change my ways. Since you've been gone, my world's been dark and grey. You reminded me of brighter days. I hoped you were coming home to stay.

Never made the wind blow, never made a heart grow. Never made a dove take flight. Never made the sun rise, still can't get my heart right. Only ever made mistakes. So I can see the sunshine, breaking through the skyline. I can feel the warmth it brings, I can't help but stop and think.

Quinn: We made a tape and I remember driving around day and night listening to that tape. And just driving up into the mountains.

#berquinn #bert x quinn #quinn x bert #quinn allman x bert mccracken #bert mccracken x quinn allman #the used #the used gifs #gifs #gifset #bert mccracken #quinn allman #quinn allman gifs #bert mccracken gifs #playlist #bandom #bandom rpf #rpf #rpf safe #pro rpf #bandom gifs

[leam1983]

Slower Days

Looks like the first of the late-season slow days is upon us.

Walt is "on-call" in his office, which charitably means he's fallen asleep over a Solitaire game. Sarah's on her Playdate and is waiting for new lists to come in, and I'm done with the day's maintenance tasks. Romeo's on his orthopedic bed next to my desk and occasionally gives me a searching "stare", his ears picking up my keyboard clatters where his eyes fail him. I have a view of the sparse canopy of trees from outside my window, the view towards Montreal's downtown being understandably sparse, when it comes to greenery. It's all rooftops and upper-storey windows from where I'm at, at four floors up. There's a ghost of warmth in the air, more in the tones of the sunlight outside than in observable heat. Walt's old Sirius XM radio is quietly broadcasting Soft Jazz downstairs, and the condo's first official batch of spaghetti sauce is simmering.

Figuring I'd help out a bit, I head into Walt's office and pick up his empty mug. His cheek is smushed against his closed fist and his right hand is immobile, cradling a mouse that's stopped moving since the last twenty minutes. Wanting to spare me the trek downstairs, Walt's set up a small "coffee nook" in the corner, where we sit during break time. I fix him another cup and then put it back on his desk. That's seemingly enough to rouse him. I need a few seconds to realize that what he slurred at me is a two-word question.

"New lists?"

"Not yet. We've still hit our targets for this year, anyway. It's not like ramping down between here and Christmas could do us any harm."

He stretches and yawns. "I know - it's just boring, is all. Might as well just stick everyone on Unemployment and keep you two to myself until 2024..."

I laugh. "As much as I love you, I'd run out of books and games before the end of the year. That, and I appreciate the paycheck, boss."

Walt smirks. "You know Sally used to give me crap about those naps, right? Said I didn't come into the office to snooze on company time."

I rolled my eyes. "The Old Place was basically Adult Daycare, Walt. They could've let you drool over your desk for six hours that you still would've had time to meet their sales targets."

"I know. It's not like they were especially challenging. It's just a shame that we had to build something up and then hit the seasonal ramp-down so soon."

I couldn't do much more than shrug. "Needs of the market, hon. Either we keep plugging away for a dozen lists a day or you shut us down the same way the dealerships do, seasonally."

He gives it two seconds' worth of thought. "I like our routine. I sort of like this, too. I'd be less sleepy if I used my CPAP more."

That earns him a soft glare. He's had two weeks to indulge in celebratory snoring fits, it's about time he returned to something more responsible. His blood pressure depends on it. He unsurprisingly picks up on it.

"Yeah, yeah, I know... I'll mask up tonight, promise."

I point at his mug. "Drink up; I'll get Sarah to bring you a glass of water. I need you awake and alert in case Lexus or Nissan emerge out of their coma. Don't forget the Red Tags sale, hon."

That earns me a chuckle. "Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" he replies, adding a little Navy salute for good measure.

#work post #life post

[sunshine-in-your-smile]

Q1 Empties & Declutters

let's see what has left my possession. most is skincare because duh I use that like twice a day everyday. we start with my proud empties and lead into the shame that is my declutters

e.l.f. Cosmetics Jelly Pop Luscious Lip Mask - this smelled so heavily like artificial watermelon flavoring? Felt like I was smearing melted candy on my lips. It was a fine lip mask though. I don't like my products to have any scent at all so even if I was given the chance to repurchase, I wouldn't. Pretty sure it's discontinued anyways.

innisfree Dewy Glow Jelly Cream - It's a gel moisturizer. A while ago I had some samples from innisfree and I hated pretty much every moisturizer since it was just too rich for my oily skin but this is good, doesn't take like six hours to dry down like some of their other products.

Dear, Klairs Midnight Blue Calming Cream - I'm going to miss this. I had the tube version which I think(?) had more product than the jar. It did what it said it would, it was hydrating and soothed any irritation in my skin. Pretty pricey though so maybe I would buy it again when it goes on sale.

VUE DE PULANG Frozen Cream - I really like this! I stick it in the freezer for a few hours but you could use it at room temperature. If frozen, it's kind of like scooping shaved ice and it melts into the skin. Nice chilling sensation that lingers a bit. It feels hydrating and dries down even if you slathered on a thick layer. My second tub actually, might opt for a third, might not. Probably not because I get bored with products easily and like switching things up.

Jin Jung Sung Soothing Moisture Skin Essence - It's a thick liquid in a nice glass bottle, I don't refrigerate it but it feels nice and cool nonetheless. Makes my skin feel nice and soft. Might repurchase or use again if my mom has a spare stashed somewhere

e.l.f. Cosmetics Holy Hydration! Daily Moisturizer Mini - What's the difference between this and the face cream? Other than texture? Fuck if I know. This has a noticeable fragrance which I hate with a burning passion, it smells like how Airheads Candy Bites (Original Fruit, Watermelon) taste which,,,, might be a hyper specific reference but my brother got gifted a box of them and I've been chipping away at it. It's fine. Not the candy, that's good, I'm talking about the moisturizer. Will I buy the full size? No, not unless there's a fragrance free version, it's on sale, and I need a new moisturizer ASAP.

e.l.f. Cosmetics Pure Skin Moisturizer Mini - Huh. I don't know what I expected but it wasn't this that's for sure. How did I even get a moisturizer to be streaky? You need to really rub this in to get it to not look like you dipped your face in paint. Also sometimes it stings when my skin's extra irritated. Anyways this feels like nothing on the skin and leaves me matte which I guess could be a good day cream situation. I don't think I'm going to go out of my way to get this but it's ight. Maybe I just need to stop being so fucking aggressive with my hands who knows

AOA Cherry Blossom Lip Oil (Avocado/Cherry) - Scent isn't overwhelming (it's there but like. Only a little though) and it applies just fine. The flocked applicator you usually see with lip products seems like an odd choice since it do be soaking up product but to be fair a lot of other lip oils are packaged with that kind of brush. I don't know if I just go through lip oils quickly or if there really isn't much product inside (probably both) but this really didn't take long at all. I like using an oil as a base before putting on balms/creams because my lips really are that crusty as to need this many products slathered on. Maybe a repurchase, maybe I'll try other lip oils. Can't beat $1.88 though.

Florence By Mills Hit Snooze Lip Mask - Fuck no. The texture was fun, felt like jello kinda, no noticeable scent or anything but it dried my lips out and putting on a thicker layer just made it worse. Wish this worked for me since it's a pretty good amount and again, it's fun to touch but I can't be bothered with lip products that don't immediately improve my lips. This was in one of those holiday gift sets with a tinted lip balm I also hate lol live and learn.

Florence By Mills Oh Whale! Lip Balm (Candy Cane) - I don't have beef with the lip balm portion, I just don't like the color. It's a bright bright hot pinky red that I think looks bad on me and also doesn't vibe with my preference for darker, grunge lips.

The Creme Shop Permanent Popsicle Lip Juice Stain (Eternally Grapeful) - Yeah no I couldn't handle the grape scent. Call me weak I Do Not Care. Once you open this bad boy up it hits you like a truck. I described the smell as artificial grape candy but now that I think about it that would imply it's at least a bit sweet. This is cough syrup. I will miss this color but also it's nothing revolutionary, I can find a purple elsewhere. Probably in my collection already too. This hasn't soured by opinion on The Creme Shop entirely (just the lip products) so I'll keep an eye out for anything else from this brand.

Euphoric Sun Winter Mochi Lip Gloss (Rice Ball) - I really tried to make this work but why am I in 2023 choosing to suffer with products that don't work for me? Like with The Creme Shop's lip tint, it's gotta go.

e.l.f. Cosmetics Retro Paradise Dream On Lip Gloss (Strawberry Daquiri) - My BH Cosmetics gloss in a similar shade is going unused because I want to tough it out with this.... the applicator sucks idk why I was adamant about keeping it this long

e.l.f. Cosmetics Cookies 'N Dreams Lip Gloss (Brain Freeze) - I can't handle the cookie scent. Too heavy for me. I have other clear glosses that don't have any smell

e.l.f. Cosmetics Mint Melt (Mint Sparkle) - Same reason as the one for Brain Freeze, it's a really pretty shimmer but it is also scented. More chemically but still overwhelmingly sweet? It's weird.

BH Cosmetics Mrs. Bella Lip Gleam (Golden Peach) - Just not a fan of corals or metallic finishes

Pony Effect Galaxy Lip Gloss (#Cosmo) - See above.

Profusion Cosmetics Lip Dazzlers (Daring) - I don't need another sparkly pinky nude gloss nor do I need a bullet lipstick in a pretty common color with a fragile little cap just waiting to be broken. Sure I don't have this color technically, but I have other lipsticks I can mix. Not to mention I've never been in a situation where I ever thought of this over my other lip products.

NYX Professional Makeup Liquid Suede (Alien) - It uh started to smell weird so I think I'm going to have to switch to the Euphoric Sun black tint. A little thin and patchy in the expected areas anyways so maybe it's for the best. But also maybe I'll pick up the black in their Lip Lingerie XXL formula.

Focallure All in One / 5 in 1 Multi-Use Concealer Palette (#01) - My mom was looking to try color correcting so I passed this along to her. Hopefully since they're not pure correcting shades it's more forgiving to a beginner. It was just waiting to be used so probably a better idea to give it a new home where it could be used year round. Crazy how my mom's been wearing makeup for decades yet I have to teach her a lot of basic concepts and techniques. Also is it really a new home if I still live with my parents so it's technically just in the other room?

Coastal Scents Original 88 Color Palette - Too many colors. My pea brain couldn't keep up. Choice fatigue is real. I have blues I already like, neutrals are a dime a dozen, I have the pinks and purples I'll use, I don't like oranges, I like deeper reds, I don't wear green or yellow enough to warrant keeping this for that alone... there's just no reason for me to have this. Sure there's colors that I don't have but if I don't have them already that's probably a sign I'm never going to start wearing them.

UCANBE Precise Definer Liquid Eyeliner (Brown) - This fell apart on me lol the cartridge sticks to the cap and not the barrel component. I very rarely use brown liquid liner, and even if I did, my mom has backups on the AOA Artista Fine Tip Liquid Liner I'm sure she's willing to part with.

NYX Professional Makeup White Liquid Liner - I've decided I'm above really long skinny brushes, both in makeup and in art. Also I haven't felt the need to draw on any lip highlights since I got it. I like pressing and rubbing my lips together, that's not going to survive it. I have face paint as a last resort.

Ulta Beauty Full Coverage Liquid Concealer (Light Warm) - This just got too old and started separating on my skin(???) so it had to go. Probably not going to repurchase since I think I found my favorite liquid concealer already (The Saem) not to mention I have a couple of e.l.f. ones to go through but maybe when those are gone I'll revisit it.

Qibest Multitasking Cosmetic Stick (#03 Contour Stick) - I really did like this but my mom wanted to try contouring and her skintone is lighter than mine so I thought this would fit her better. I have the AOA one to fall back on and it has a pointed edge so I don't have to awkwardly angle a stick or try to load up a brush and paint it on my face anymore.

#makeup #review #skincare #declutter #empties

[luvrott]

𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲; 𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗯𝗶𝗻

𝗴𝗶𝗳 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝘀 : onemessylibra

synopsis : yeonjun didn't believe in fate, but soobin did.

CHAPTER 3 : taehyun !!

chapter two & chapter four !!

masterlist !!

♥︎

yeonjun rolled over in his bed and grabbed his phone off of his night stand. he didn't have any notifications, but his alarm was going off.

"shh, c'mon!" he tried pressing the stop button but it wasn't working. he slapped the screen repeatedly and a few seconds later, the alarm stopped, left on snooze. yeonjun rolled his eyes, now awake, with a splitting headache.

he turned off his alarm, not giving it another chance to be annoying and ring once the snooze time ended, and laid face down in the bed. he thought about saturday night again, but ultimately ended up rolling his eyes and getting in the shower. these bills weren't going to pay themselves.

after he finished getting ready, yeonjun left his apartment and walked to his job, the "thrift" store, as people referred to it. he usually walked with hueningkai, but he was coming in a bit later than usual today.

yeonjun used the keys to open the door and went to the back of the building. he checked the listings for today (some clients came in for people to help them with choosing clothing, specially designing clothing, etc. they had to make sure the people that specialized in those catergories were there on those days.) he put on the company hat along with his name tag. employees could dress how they wanted (as long as it followed the dress code), but those two items were required.

yeonjun skimmed through the list of clients for today once more and walked back to the front of the building. hueningkai was there, waiting to be let in.

yeonjun rushed to the door and let him in. "sorry i wasn't there to greet you before you arrived. i was looking at todays listings. not too many today. i thought you were coming in later..."

"oh, its fine. and i just got kinda bored. only half-an-hour early... so what do we need to do?"

"oh, we should probably wipe down the crafting table and such. and then we have to restock the shelves because they didn't do it at yesterday's night shift. check the dressing rooms for leftover clothes the nightshift might have forgotten... the usual."

"okay. i'll check the dressing rooms first."

yeonjun gasped, suddenly remembering something. "ALSO, remember, next week is the meeting for the new partner. we have to be there. if it goes well, we'll have truck a few days after." :')

"everyone in staff has to be there?"

"no, just a few managers."

"don't the bosses, or higher ups or whatever, usually handle that stuff?"

"yeah, but they selected a handful of us at different stores to go in. you and i were chosen because minghao said we had an 'eye for fashion'."

"oh. well, he owns the company. he'd know. i'll wipe down the sewing and crafting tables, after. you can restock all the clothes."

hueningkai hated restocking clothes; he hated that there were multiple articles of the same clothing. yeonjun suspected he had a minor individuality complex, but he never really brought it up.

"okay. oh, another reminder; the new customization machine arrives some time today, and i have no idea what it looks like or how it works. the others will be here soon, too."

- - -

the store opened a few hours later and people came walking in, looking around. the six staff members helped many people, and a familiar face walked in.

"oh my god, i know you!"

taehyun looked around, pointing to himself in question. "me?"

"yes! oh god, you probably don't recognize me. i'm yeonjun! i was close friend's with beomgyu in high school. he had the biggest crush on you, but i was totally skeptical. my bad for that; i definetly thought you were a catfish for a while."

taehyun chuckled, walking up to yeonjun. "up close, i kind of recognize you. your face structure and hair kinda changed, but yeah, i recognize you. you lost your chubby cheeks..."

yeonjun smiled. "oh my god, its crazy that you're here. of all places! okay, sorry, i'm getting ahead of myself. what are you here for?"

"oh, i have a scheduled appointment. its under the name tae..."

yeonjun smiled. "i never would've guessed it was you."

taehyun sat with yeonjun, discussing the style he was going for and all of his measurements. yeonjun gave him a few ideas, showing him clothing that was already there, and soon enough he was trying on clothes. he found a few articles of clothing he liked and went up to purchase them.

"and hey, if you ever want a custom piece, just schedule another appointment or order from our website!" yeonjun said cheerfully at the register.

"oh, okay. thanks!"

yeonjun nodded his head, watching hueningkai attend to the other customers.

"you know, i'm not even that serious about clothes. but beomgyu seems to have taken an interest in it. i wanted to dress up and see if he'd like it.."

yeonjun smiled. "i swear, you two are adorable. you know, the crazy thing is that i just ran into him the other day. did you guys just get to seoul?"

"yeah, we arrived a few days ago. we're staying with my aunt for now, but we're looking for apartments to move into."

"oh my god, my apartment complex has a few apartments open for renting! hold on, let me write down the name."

yeonjun grabbed a sticky note and wrote down the name of his apartment complex.

"oh my god, thank you so much ! it'd be so nice to have neighbors we know."

"no problem! hueningkai actually lives in the same complex, too."

"oh, yeah, i remember him! hopefully we all can hang out and get to know each other."

"oh, that'd be cool!"

yeonjun finished checking taehyun's items out. taehyun handed him the money he owed and walked out, waving slowly. "bye~ i'm glad i could have a conversation with you."

-

"hey, guys,  i'm gonna have to head out. my headache is..."

he stumbled a bit, but the others were so busy with customers that they didn't notice. yeonjun pulled himself together and left the building, speed walking home.

-

when yeonjun got home, he went under his covers and took a deep breath. he'd encountered two people of his past.

maybe its a sign...

he shook his head. he wasn't the kind of person to believe in fate, and things associated with that. it just isn't real.

meeting these people from his past didn't mean he was going to somehow bump into him.

yeonjun thought about the concept of fate before slowly drifting to sleep, his headache worsening.

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end of ch 3 !! :)

notes;

this is a very "trust the process" kind of fic

[takecareluv]

seattle mornings || vinnie hacker x reader

vinnie typically wasn’t an early riser. much preferring to stay cuddled up in bed until the later hours of the morning with his girlfriend wrapped up in his arms. 

you wouldn’t consider yourself much of a morning person either, however you tried your hardest to get up at a decent hour, unlike your boyfriend, fancying those few spare minutes it provided for an extra relaxing morning. 

yet this tended to be an exceedingly difficult task when vinnie would refuse to let you go, insisting on only five more minutes. although more often than not, those five minutes would pass by and both you and vinnie would have fallen back asleep, not getting up for at least another hour. 

but in seattle the roles were reversed. vinnie wanted to make the most of the short visits to his cherished hometown, which meant waking up hours before both of you were accustomed to.

this morning in particular you were woken up by vinnie attacking your face with kisses, bored of waiting patiently for you to wake up on your own. when he finally noticed your eyes slightly fluttering open, he pulled you in close whispering in your ear, “rise and shine, petal. time to get up.” 

“it's too early,” you groaned, turning over to nuzzle closer into his neck in an attempt to fall back asleep, “ten more minutes.”

“c’mon baby, no time to hit snooze. i got a fun morning planned for us’” 

how could you say no to him, you thought to yourself, especially when he was still sporting that raspy morning voice. a definite weakness of yours. and he knew it too, he often used it to his advantage. 

groaning even louder this time, you sat up rubbing your eyes to adjust to the sudden bright light flooding through the windows of his childhood bedroom. “fineee i'm awake. just give me a minute.”

“there’s my pretty girl,” he smiled, admiring how beautiful you looked even after waking up only moments prior. 

it was a challenge, but eventually vinnie successfully got you out from under the covers and into the bathroom to begin getting ready for the day. knowing you were still quite tired, he assisted you in brushing your hair, pulling it into a perfect ponytail. after tying it off, he allowed you to continue the rest, as your morning routine was rather intricate. 

twenty minutes later, you came out of the bathroom feeling very much refreshed. tossing on one of vinnie’s purgatory hoodies that was two sizes too big, you were ready to go.

considering it was still just a normal week day for everyone else, vinnie’s family had already left to go to either school or work, leaving you to be the only two left in the house. well besides poncho. 

but not for long. 

vinnie grabbed the blue leash hanging by the back door, clipping it to the dog’s matching collar. 

once poncho realized that meant he was going for a walk, his tail began wagging back and forth as he excitedly ran towards the door, scratching it to be let out. 

following shortly behind, you and vinnie exited the home making your way down the block towards what you hoped would be any place that sold a decent cup of coffee. 

vinnie always loved going on walks like this through his neighborhood. so many memories would flood his mind as the pair wandered past his old school, familiar storefronts and even the park he used to play pickup games at with his buddies as a kid. 

he used to partake in these walks alone before he met you, but now he felt lucky to have you by his side, hands intertwined, as he shared whatever memory came to him in that instant. 

you adored these walks just as much as he did, maybe even more. it made your heart happy to hear vinnie talk about his childhood years with such a big smile on his face, especially the way his eyes would light up as a new memory flashed through his mind. 

recognizing the path you were going through from previous visits, you instantly knew vinnie was taking you to one of his favorite local cafes. 

vinnie asked what you wanted to eat, already knowing your coffee order, before heading into the quaint restaurant, leaving you outside to wait with poncho. 

as vinnie waited in line, he thought back to all of the early mornings he would stop by this place, standing in the very same spot, reciting a similar order, which nine times out of ten caused him to be late for school. he spent a lot of time here in his high school years, it was kind of like his own little safe haven. 

he would come here at nights to study for hours on end until the owner eventually kicked him out to close up the shop. if he was ever feeling upset, he would come by knowing a cup of coffee and anything from their bakery section would cheer him right up. he even went on his very first date here, although we don’t talk about that. this spot was like a home away from home for vinnie as a teenager. so he always made it a priority to stop by and say hello to the workers who were nothing but kind to him years ago. 

grabbing his order when it was called, he walked out of the cafe with two coffees in his hand and a small bag of bagels tucked under his arm.

you were seated on a bench nearby petting poncho and talking to him as if he were a baby. you looked up when poncho began pulling on his leash once he saw vinnie approaching.

“i was thinking we could go to the park down the road, let poncho run around a bit.”

you nodded, “sounds good to me. it’s a beautiful day out, don’t want to waste it indoors.”

with that you were on your way. feeling a little more awake after a few sips of your iced coffee, made just the way you like it.

once you made it to the park, you and vinnie found the perfect spot to sit and enjoy your breakfast as poncho ran free. vinnie tossed an old tennis ball his way before pulling out his bacon, egg and cheese sandwich, along with your everything bagel with cream cheese. not as good as the bagels you would get back in new york, but it would suffice.

after finishing your food, you remained at the park for a while longer. vinnie resting against a tree with you sat between his legs.

eventually poncho made his way back over to you two, laying his head in your lap, tired from all the running around. vinnie poured some water into his now empty coffee cup to give to the dog, accompanied by the treat he pulled out of his pocket.

it was so peaceful just sitting there with your two favorite boys. quietly, you listened to the birds chirping above, the soft breeze coming through the trees as they danced with the wind, and the faint laughter of children on the playground across the way. the sun was shining with not a cloud in the sky.

it was the perfect day.

a.n. some more seattle!vinnie <3 kind of had some writer’s block with this one so hopefully it’s good

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie fluff

[jj-iz-bae]

Wild Wild Horses

Blurb prompt "Are you hurt?"

Requested with other prompts; doing this one as a separate concept cuz it's been in my head.

Jj Maybank x Reader

Note: so I'm a horse trainer and have been thinking about this type of thing with JJ. I hope you enjoy! ❤️

Jj loved to visit y/N at work. He would bring water and food. Sometimes he would even bring her favorite coffee, which just made her heart swell with joy. Today was just like any other day, she had to get up around 7am to head to the barn. Per usual, Jj's arms clung around her waist tighter at the sound of the alarm going off. Y/N smiled at his cuddly form, snoozing the alarm. She turned to face him and kissed his nose lightly. He opened his sapphire eyes just a bit, peaking at her. " I hate when you have to get up early on the weekends" Jj groaned as he snuggled into her neck, kissing softly. " Baby I have to get dressed" y/N giggled, wiggling out of Jj's grip and over to the dresser. Jj watched her closely with half lidded eyes. She was wearing his t-shirt which hung just below her ass. He smiled to himself as he curled up with the covers once y/N was in the bathroom.

20 or so minutes later, y/N came out with her y/h/c hair up in a pony tail. She wore her work shirt, which was just a t-shirt with the logo on it. Jj loved her pants. She called them britches. The way the tight pants hugged her curves and highlighted her long legs drove him crazy. Y/N walked over to the bed with socks in her hand, sitting them down to put them on. "When is your first lesson, babe?" JJ asked as he watched y/N pull on her socks. "9 is the first one but I have to bring the horses I'm not using outside before the kids show up." y/N explained as she leaned back towards JJ and kissed his lips. " You work too much, y/n" JJ said as he traced her jawline with his fingers, still half asleep. Y/N kisses his hand before standing up. "I do what I love, J. If it's ever too much I'm not afraid to ask for help. But I've been hauling hay bails and training babies since I was a kid. I promise I'm fine." y/N smiled down at JJ. He quickly sat up and hugged around her waist. Well if we're being technical he was more hugging her ass due to the fact that she was standing and he was still sitting in bed. " I love when you talk all farm girl,baby. And I really love these pants." JJ playful whacks y/n's ass as she starts to pull away laughing. "Well then, beach boy, maybe this farm girl will need help taking them off later." y/N smirks as she walks out of the room. Jj groans and lays back in bed. Y/N laughs while pulling her boots on and shouting goodbye to Jj before heading out the door.

*******

Jj had been wandering around the house for hours. He didn't know what to do with himself. He cleaned so random things. He made some food. It was just plain boring when y/N was at work. Jj pulls out his phone as he grabs his car keys. He quickly texts y/N and heads out the door.

Y/N was teaching 4 young girls when he arrived, coffee and cinnamon roll in hand. He smiled watching how animated she was teaching the kids and explaining the actions of the horses. Jj smiled at some of the mothers watching their children ride around the ring. The women know him well. He was around more often than not, helping y/N do whatever was needed just to be around her. One of the moms shouted to y/N, "y/N, your coffee is here!" y/N turns around confused before seeing Jj waving at her. She walked over to Jj, actually she walked backwards towards Jj as she continue to teach and watch her students ride around. "There you go, Abby! Open that outside rein and squeeze with that inside leg to keep him on that rail!" y/N yells excitedly as she leaned against the fence in front of JJ. "Did you get bored without me already?" y/N joked quickly pecking him on the lips after he hands her coffee over. " That and I missed the ponies." He smiled as you sipped your coffee and smiled at his comment. "Tell you what, you go walk around and say hello to all the fur babies and I'll finish this last lesson. I'm going to take a ride on Veronica after this so you can keep me company." y/N says as she starts to walk towards the middle of the riding ring. "Sounds good, Darlin'" JJ answered as he pulled a plastic bag of carrots out from behind his back, super prepared to go feed and cuddle ponies.

*******

Y/N had finished her lesson and now had Veronica on cross ties, tacking her up. Jj stood infront of the tall young horse scratching her face. "She's so pretty! What's her story again?“ JJ inquired while scratching down Veronica's neck. Y/N finished putting the saddle on and turned towards JJ." Well she is a retired racejorse at the age of 5 due to an injury. When we got her she was so nervous that she wouldn't eat unless I was there holding the grain bucket for her. She's gotten a lot better but still needs a lot of work. Luckily, we get along well and I'm happy to work with her. " y/N explained as she buckled her helmet and put Veronica's bridle on her.

Y/N, JJ and Veronica walked out to the ring, where jj leaned against the fence and watched y/N hop on Veronica with ease and practice. "Good girl, Ronnie." y/N cooed as she started walking around the ring. Y/n started to ask Veronica for a faster pace, which Veronica did beautifully. Jj watched in awe as y/N made the horse turn in a hundred different directions but didn't seem to move a muscle. Jj heard a car in the distance but didn't pay to much attention to it. The car grew louder as it drew closer. With a sudden punch on the gas, everything went to shit.

At the loud sound of some idiot gunning his car pretty close by, Veronica leaped into the air. Luckily, y/N had experience with riding through bucks and bolts of all sorts but JJ still felt his heart in his throat. Y/N remained calm, cooing to the horse to try and calm her down while pulling the reins to steer/try to stop her. Veronica soon began to calm down but her eyes were large and she was alert. "Well that was interesting!" y/N laughed breathing heavily when she reached JJ and asked the horse to stand. "I'm glad you found it interesting because I about shit my pants over here! “ Jj explained while running his hands through his hair. Jj lifted his head just as someone drove by the arena in a tractor. All he saw was hooves and grey fur. Veronica had no feet on the ground and was now galloping around the arena like a mad women. Wait. Jj looked at Veronica before standing up in shock and climbing over the fence. Y/N was on the ground in heap. Jj run towards her and pulled her into his arms. "Y/N, are you OK? Look at me babe! Wiggle your fingers and toes. Are you hurt? “ JJ tried to mimick what he had heard y/N say to kids how had fallen off in her lessons." Fucking asshole... He had to drive the damn tractor by right now! “ y/N cursed while taking a mental checklist of her body. Shit. Her arm." My arm is bad, J" y/N started to try and get to her feet, clinging on to Jj for support since her right arm was cradled across her body. "I have you. Take your time. I'm taking you to the ER." JJ states trying to stay calm but was honestly super concerned that you were down playing your injuries.

Upon standing fully, y/N started to cry while clutching her arm. A Co worker came running through the gate. "Shit, JJ if she's not back on the horse already she's really hurt! “ the co worker explained as JJ hugged y/N close." Is Ronnie OK?" y/N pulled away fromJJ looking around for the mare. Her Co worker had just caught the horse by her reins and was walking towards them. "She's OK y/N! I'll make sure she gets back to her stall OK. Please just let JJ take you to the hospital!“ she exclaimed walking by them. Jj wrapped an arm around Y/N's waist and started walking her towards the car knowing that y/N would try and go to the horse to make sure she was OK. That's one of the things JJ loved most about her. She cared so much for others especially animals. She would put herself in harms way to help them. Y/N didn't try and pull away. She knew her arm was broken. Jj lowered y/N into the passenger seat before running around to the driver's side and hopping in.

Jj got to the hospital in record speed. Y/N held his hand the whole way there. Her left hand in his as he drove. Every few moment, JJ would bring y/N's hand to his lips, leaving little reassuring kisses on her hand. Jj helped y/N out of the car and into the ER. The first place the ER sent them was to Xray. Y/N sat next to Jj, just leaning into him. "I feel so bad that Ronnie is so nervous. She seems like something happened to her to make her afraid of everything." y/N voiced just above a whisper, trying to keep her voice down in the waiting room. Jj laughed lightly before pressing his lips to her temple." Your arm is snapped like a piece of celery and you're still thinking about the horse. Unbelievable." JJ commented as y/N laughed. Y/N got called into the x Ray pretty immediately after jj's comment so she just shot him a look before following the nurse to the xray room. Jj picked up his phone and stepped out of the waiting room as soon as y/N was out of sight. He quickly pressed a few things on his phone before placing it to his ear. "Hello. This is JJ, y/N boyfriend. We are at the ER she's in getting an xray now. Pretty sure her arm is broken" JJ explained as your boss thanked him for the update and told him to give y/N her best. "Wait before you go," JJ interrupted as y/N's boss started to say good bye., "she's really worried about Veronica. Is she OK?" JJ asked. Y/N boss sighed on the phone before chuckling. "only y/N would be more concerned over the horse than her own broken arm!" her boss exclaimed and JJ laughed nodding his head even though no one can see him "that's exactly what I've been saying" JJ jokes with her boss. After y/N boss assures jj that Veronica is perfectly fine, JJ returns to the waiting room. A nurse walks out into the room and calls JJ Maybank. Jj quickly stood and walked towards the nurse. The nurse smiled and asked him to follow her. As the nurse led jj down several hallways, the nurse started talking to Jj. "y/N absolutely has a broken arm. She will need a cast. She didn't want to get it on without you there. Said she needed your color recommendation." the nurse smiled over her shoulder. Jj laughed "That sounds like her. Thank you for bringing me back." JJ responds politely before following the nurse into a room. Y/N sat looking at several different colors. "J! Just the guy I wanted to see! “ y/N exclaimed upon seeing him. Jj laughed and sat down next to her." OK I heard you need my amazing design skills to pick a color. What are our options? " JJ sassed as he put his arm over your shoulders. Y/N pointed to a royal blue, a light blue and a hot pink. Jj hummed in thought at the colors. "OK so no on the light blue cuz it will get dirty real quick and knowing you, you will be back at the barn tomorrow." JJ explained as y/N just laughed. "I like the blue but I think you should go pink cuz if you ever need to signal for help, you're all set!“ Jj smiled as y/N just laughed. The nurse giggled too hearing JJ over analyzing the colors." See! This is why I needed him!“ y/N told the nurse through laughs. Pretty soon the doctor came in and cleaned y/N's arm before putting on the plaster cast and wrapping it in a pretty pink tape. Once her arm was wrapped and placed in a sling, JJ helped her back in the car and drove them home.

Once they finally got home, it was dark out. Y/N got out of the car and walked into the house. She layed on the couch and groaned. "That was a hell of a day." y/N huffed as JJ throw his keys onto the coffee table and lifting your legs to sit next to you. "You can say that again" JJ said, brushing off some dirt that was still all over her. Y/N phone dinged and she looked at it smiling. She turned the phone to show JJ. It was a video of Veronica in her stall, eating hay, happy as a clam. The caption on the video read don't worry, mom, I'm OK! Jj smiled at the video "She's completely fine just like I said" jj said looking at y/N's smile. "I know I'm crazy but I always worry about the horse when this happens."y/n laughed as she sat up and stood up walking to their shared bedroom. Jj followed her just in case she needed help with anything. He walked into your bedroom to find you struggling to pull of your dirt covered clothes." Here let me help you there, cutie! “ JJ giggled as he walked towards you, slowly guiding the shirt off your head and over the broken arm. Jj's hands then traveled down to undo her britches at which point y/N started laughing" You know, earlier when I said I might need help out of these later, this isn't what I had in mind." y/N admits while laughing. Jj chuckles sliding the britches down your legs and letting you hold onto his shoulder for balance." Me either, y/N, me either"

OK so this came out way longer than I intended but whatever lol. Hope you like it! Here's a picture of the real Veronica that is now much much better with her anxiety and is the most beautiful creature on planet earth😍

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

~ A V X Reader set in an Alternate Universe wherein fancy Nero gets schooled by V. 🖤

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~ I hope you enjoy this part, @heaven-on-a-landslide and @acieoj ! 🖤

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VI

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"She's just tired as hell. You'll see her in the morning."

At least, that's what Nico said.

But then, V should've known better.

The next morning, the girl left a note on the glass top table, saying something about going to a friend's and staying there until Saturday. Somehow, the chit got past him without making any noise to wake any of them ( that's him, Nero, Griffon, and Shadow ) up, who all snoozed on the living room in sleeping cots provided by Nico, who spent the rest of the night on the guest room. V, being the most alert among all of them inside the unit, didn't hear her footsteps, even the creak of the door. What's more, Nico found out that the formal wear she provided for her was also gone.

Which meant that, to V's frustration, they will not be able to see her until the event, itself, which would take place the next day.

And so, the day finally arrived.

Nero was struggling with the lacy jabot on his neck, grimacing at it, and how he looked as a whole, in the mirror every once in a while.

And to add further insult to the injury, Griffon, who was flapping his wings non stop above his head, was laughing at him really hard.

The young and dashing Devil Hunter, who recently became famous for defeating the infamous Demon King Urizen, who almost plunged Red Grave with Qliphoth roots, let out a loud curse and threw the jabot on the floor.

Nico, who just finished putting on her dress and makeup on the guest room, heard this and came out, curious as to the source of that very colorful language.

And when she finally saw what Nero looked like, she could not help but double over in stomach pain as she failed to suppress her laughter.

"FUCK!" Nero cursed, angry at the tattooed woman who was still laughing her ass off at his appearance. "You think this is funny?!"

"What the hell are you wearin'?!" Nico bursted out through her uncontrolled fits of laughter.

"I bet it's her grandma's dress!" Insulted Griffon, which only made Nico laugh even more, and Nero angrier.

"SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU FUCKING BIRD!"

"W-w-wait, don't tell me your granny wore that to snag herself a boyfriend in the eighteenth century?!" Nico added.

"I swear if you don't stop - " Nero warned, then clicked his tongue, unable to stop the woman and the bird from laughing. It's true. With the heavy, lace coat of powder blue and purple ensemble, the equally lacy white undershirt, the pair of black breeches, the white knee - high socks, and the high - heeled pair of dancing shoes, Nero absolutely looked like a bratty, noble kid who came directly from the French Revolution era, or earlier.

"What? You'll hit me?" Nico taunted, pointing at Nero with a finger, flaunting her carefully manicured nail.

Griffon picked the jabot from the floor, graciously, if not mockingly, giving it back to Nero. "Here, you forgot this, Your High Nobleness."

Nero snatched the jabot from Griffon's talon, almost damaging it, and said, "Just to inform you, Credo owned this, not me!"

"Kyrie's older brother, huh?" Nico asked.

"Yes, him!" Nero answered, almost wrongfully getting mad at someone who was innocently and peacefully resting six feet under the grounds of Fortuna. "And, I'm not wearing this FUCKING thing!" he announced through gritted teeth, starting to remove the offensive - smelling coat. Apparently, Kyrie found it proper to drench the thing with an awful amount of floral fabric conditioner, making Nero reek of fresh flowers.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!" Nico held her hands up, stopping Nero's movements. "I'm telling Kyrie if you do that! You'll make her cry, man!"

"No! Don't you dare tell her."

"Stop being a bitch! It isn't that,..." Nico said, failing in her attempt to lie at him with her mirthful eyes. "... bad."

"Ha! You think I look bad? Just wait for V!" Nero mocked, hands on his hips like the "nobleman" that he was. "He crammed yesterday looking for one, since he didn't find any last Thursday."

"Ya think?" Griffon maliciously asked, his eyes devilishly looking down at Nero's pitiful and funny form. He flew towards the bathroom and shouted, "Hey, Shakespeare, you done now, or what? The pimple kid is mocking you! Come out already!"

"You'll see." Nero mouthed at Nico with a sinister smile, so sure that V would look even worse than him.

Oh, how very wrong he was.

When V finally came out, Nico's mouth dropped open in shameless admiration, and Griffon beamed with pride for his boy. Shadow, who was patiently waiting for V to come out, stretched her forelegs, yawned, baring her fangs at Nero, and went to her master with a proud swish of her tail. She was getting tired looking at the boy for an hour, and the sight of V changed into his formal wear was a real fresh change.

Nero, in an infernal kind of frustration, took off his coat and flung it to the other end of the room, knocking off one of the painted vases, making it plummet to the ground and break into tiny little pieces.

"Hey, psycho!" Nico shrieked at him. "Watch the furniture!"

"FUCK!"

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The massive ballroom that held about a hundred people was, indeed, the topic of every male and female guests. The three crystal chandeliers that shone illuminated the pleasant below. The black - clad musicians mainly played jazz, and would sometimes add in classical numbers for the dances like the foxtrot and the waltz. The food was great, courtesy of the best chefs in the city, and the rich vintage, matched by the sparkling ones for the ladies, that was being offered by the maroon - liveried servants, never warmed, always cool and ready for some hot - headed guests.

The head of the house, who sat at the tallest box with some servants at his tow, watched in admiration for his feat of bringing together the country's most powerful Demon Hunters. He chuckled at the sight of the two most powerful ladies in the room, lively chatting with some noobs. He grunted at the sight of that lone man who was pestering the servants with more wine. But, most of all, he was getting anxious, for his most awaited guest have yet to arrive -

"Sire," a servant whispered to his ear. "Nero of the Devil May Cry Agency has finally arrived with his, ah, entourage."

The lord of the house rubbed his hands. "Perfect. Kindly inform the musicians to sound in their classics. I want to make this dramatic."

"Naturally." the servant nodded and left at once.

But, Nero and company was not aware of this, and the importance the lord actually held for him. So, when he descended the stairs, fancy coat, lacy jabot, sleek hair, and all, he could not help but miss a few steps at the sudden change of music, almost stumbling down if it weren't for Nico who helped him by holding unto his arm as tight as she could to prevent him from falling to the carpeted ground.

"Get a grip, man!" Nico, who began sweating, whispered savagely at him. "Hold it together."

"How coud I - !" Nero whispered back. "They didn't have to change the goddamn music!"

Nero was right. Now that the rest of the Demon Hunters in the room noticed his fanciness, and the matching harpsichordy - classical music, they couldn't help but giggle at his grand entrance.

"Stomach in, chest out." V, who was descending beside him, whispered to him in that velvety - low voice of his, subtly slamming the tip of his cane on Nero's back. "Chin,... up and proud."

Nero, who was honestly mad at V for wearing a less fancy formal attire and seriously thinking that he was just being mocked by the man, retorted angrily. "Stop embarrassing the hell outta me!" he gritted.

V gave him a sideways glance, jade eyes dangerously narrow and wicked grin deathly threatening. "I'm teaching you how not to embarrass yourself even further with that,... attitude of yours." he warned. "Now, if you do not want to stumble all the way down and sully the name of your great father, and his even greater father before him, I suggest you follow,..." then, as if by one last ounce of threat, V pushed the tip of his cane harder unto Nero's back, hurting him and making him stand up straight in the process as a gentleman should. "... my unsolicited and valuable pieces of instruction."

"Damn you, V - " angrily whispered Nero, gaining him a painful pinch from Nico, who was still holding unto his right arm. "Ouch!"

"Do as the man says or I'll hurt you!"

And so, with so much struggle, Nero finally made it down the stairs, surviving Nico's vicegrip and V's cold stare. And once he was down, the younger, less experienced Demon Hunters, who came there before them, started bugging him with questions regarding the Demon King he recently defeated.

V, having isolated himself from the crowd that started to form near Nero and Nico, breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned on the wall, watching them from a safe distance, when the classical music came to a halt.

If it weren't for the boy's lovely attitude, V would've enjoyed the evening. It was a fine event, after all, not considering the danger they would possibly get into later.

Some refined Demon Hunters, who actually bothered to listen to the otherwise boring music, clapped their hands, giving the artists enough motivation to start a new one. The leader signalled for a change of genre and a turn of a page, and when the musicians started playing once more, the room was filled with the most beautiful bossa nova that V has ever heard. These men really do have talent, he admitted.

And as if by some magical and wild form of chance, a very familiar scent made its way towards his nostrils.

Flowers. Freshly blooming in the morning.

He looked up at the staircase,...

... and became wide - eyed at the spectacle that was unfolding right before him.

For there, clad in something that only rivalled the stars above, was the most beautiful female he has ever seen in his entire, miserable, demonic and non - demonic existence.

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