#ooft

[laurenkmyers]

*petty bisexual pretends to be mad before being manhandled by a prince*

#red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb #rwrbedit #rwarb #rwarbedit #firstprinceedit #mine #alex's 'you're late' got me vtihrebfgkjb #and then the manhandling #ooft

[p4rallel-universe]

Can I request a fic where the reader walks into the Gallagher house, looking for Ian but instead hears soft panting and groans coming from upstairs. You ignore it until someone shouts your names, looking around to find out what's up reveals lip with his hand down his pants and back arched- whimpering your name until- oop, I'll let you decide how it ends;)

encounters

(Lip Gallagher x Male reader)

nsfw

walking down the street, your phone held to your ear, you hear the call go to voicemail once again. Ian must be busy - working, or fucking, who knows - because he's not picking up your calls. you really need to see him, to talk to him about some family stuff that's been seriously bothering you.

Ian's your best friend. your ride or die. you get along with his whole family. helping Fiona whenever you can, even Lip smokes with you once in a while despite being pretty busy these days.

thinking of your last option, you decide to stop by the Gallagher house. you still have a spare key from sometime Ian let you borrow one. unlocking the door, you enter nonchalantly. the Gallagher household is like a second home to you, so there's no real boundaries for when you arrive. you kind of just...come and go.

"Ian?", you call out, to no answer. no sign of him, in fact, the whole house seems pretty empty. must be a busy day. you try shouting a couple more times, still to no reply.

figuring since you walked all the way here, to no avail, you may as well take a minute to rest on the couch. and take a beer from the fridge, what's one missing, right?

relaxing on the couch, sipping the beer (which always tastes better when stolen from the Gallagher fridge) you suddenly hear your name. you figure you must've misheard something, or imagined it completely - probably sleep deprivation, it wasn't a great night.

then you hear it again. it's loud in the way you can tell it's not meant to be shouted, so it's not like anyone's calling to you. it's kind of desperate. like someone's running, chasing you, trying to get your attention.

weirded out, you set your beer on the table and stand up, warily approaching the stairs. listening in, you hear a couple more sounds. there's a kind of out of breath panting. shortly after, another breathy call of your name.

perhaps against your better judgement, you ascend the stairs, making sure to be quiet - just in case. the sound of quiet groans becomes more clear as you reach the top of the steps.

"what the fuck-", you whisper to yourself. the sounds are coming from the spare room. where Lip's been sleeping. pressing your ear to the door, you hear the chorus of moans, groans, pants and desperate iterations of your name.

your face burns bright red, and a familiar feeling of anticipation and excitement pools in your stomach. the truth is, you've always found Lip crazy attractive. he's rough around the edges, intelligent and honest. and surprisingly, very loyal and caring. in short, he's sweet and hot. you'd be lying if you didn't say he was definitely one of the better perks of being Ian's best friend.

you wonder for a split second if what you're about to do is a good idea, before deciding you don't really care. you push open the door and see Lip in his rather desperate position. he's spread across the bed, dressed in only boxers and a tank top. his face is red from panting, and his back is arching him off the bed.

he's clearly very into his self pleasure, so he doesn't seem to notice you right away. trembling with every step, you move towards the bed, stopping by the side. one of Lip's eyes open and look at you. shockingly, he doesn't freak out. he doesn't even seem embarrassed. he is, as usual, cool as can be. he says nothing, just looks at you. his remaining pants turn into a bit of a chuckle.

hesitantly, you sit close to Lip on the bed. he furrows his brow at you. looking him right in the eyes, taking a deep breath. you reach and grab the bulge in his boxers. Lip's breath hitches.

he's absolutely rock hard and you can feel it. you can feel the strain, the need. you want to relieve Lip of this. of everything. you want to help him.

kissing him forcefully, you don't waste any time. hand reaching inside his boxers to stroke where he needs you most. he groans immediately. he grabs the wrist of the hand you're touching him with, he guides you up and down, faster. gripping your hand, making you hold him tighter.

his eyes are squeezed so tightly shut, his head is thrown back. harshly, with little to no patience, Lip grabs the back of your head, taking a second to play with your hair. there's that playful softness. the reason you've always liked Lip. the roughness, the want and need for something more, paired with a gentle goofyness. he flashes you a smile and before you can even go in to kiss him again - which you really want to do - he's guided your head downwards.

you figure there will be time for intimacy once the rush is over. eager to fulfill Lip's fantasy, - if you're honest, it's definitely yours too - you dip your head down immediately. taking him into your mouth, and he groans louder then ever. his big hands immediately grip onto your hair.

your hands are resting on his thighs as you bob your head up and down. he lets go of his iron grip on your hair to sit up and take off his wife-beater, the only piece of clothing he still has on.

he's glistening with sweat, you reach your hands up to feel his chest. when you groan around him at the feeling of his strong body, he growls in appreciation.

his grip tightens, back arching again. you pick up the pace, putting your all into giving Lip what he wants. what he needs. his groans get deeper, growls more frequent. you can tell by the tightness of his grip on your head that he's close. really close.

"fuck...", Lip grumbles, his deep voice rings out and settles in your head. playing on loop. fuck, fuck, fuck.

he cums with a deep shout of pleasure, arched body spasming as he pulls harshly on your hair.

working him through his aftershocks, his tensed body falls backwards onto the bed. his hand wipes sweat from his forehead. his hand, joined with yours, pulls you to lie next to him.

he turns to you, "fuck me, Y/N. didn't know you were so wild." he chuckles, blue eyes glossed over. in the afterglow of your hot encounter, you take a second to appreciate his boyish beauty. his curls, messed up from rolling around in his bed. smug smirk, a smile that reaches his bright eyes.

he glances down to see that you are, obviously, very hard. smiling to himself, he figures he'll give something new a shot today. he grabs your head, gently this time, and kisses your forehead. there's the intimacy.

he's rubbing you through your jeans, biting his lip in anticipation.

fuck.

(finished this one for the very nice anon 👌 )

#ooft #lip gallagher x male reader #male reader #x reader #shameless #mlm #smut #lip gallagher x reader #p4rallel-universe

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

You ever just sit and imagine if a Katniss/Peeta style highjacking situation was done with Wylan and Jesper?

No me neither

#like jes programmed to kill wylan #wylan finding love and then that person is mad with fear and determined he has to die? #like that katniss and peeta reunion in mockingjay is ROUGH #now imagine jesper and wylan in that situation #wylan is already traumatised from being almost choked to death #now jesper has him by the throat? and hes just too stunned to even do anything #ooft #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #soc #six of crows #wesper

[katherine-mcnamara]

#her look in this scene #ooft #ndedit #cwedit #tvedit #nancydrewedit #kennedymcmannedit #kmcmannedit #Nancy Drew #Kennedy McMann #mine: gifs #nd 4x01

[clefaiiiry]

Which Overwatch character are they gonna make gay to soften the blow of deleting PvE?

#ria.txt #overwatch #ooft

[putanaperdonna]

Agent Milton rly died thinking John’s name was Rip Van Winkle LMAOOOOOOO

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #john marston #agent milton #agent ross #ooft

[jeena-says-hi]

“It’s just a picture, it can’t be that sad”

The picture:

#I love how tumblr always has a meltdown when this happens #funny #meme #funny meme #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfics #fics #ao3 is down #ooft #oof

[yourfav222]

talk to me

#beautiful #design #myself #omg #lipstick #selfie #barbie #black and white #city girls #fashion #ooft #outfit #makeup #ask me stuff #tumblr girls #it girl #summer #russia #germany #english #black high heel shoes #lipstik #journal #lana del rey #dress #red drees #swarowski #lol #romance #high heels

[yearofinstitutionalization]

Pink makes me happy when i'm blue 💖

#cuteness overdose #oh suga in pink make me wanna screammm #cuteness overload #pinkcore #pink aesthetic #pink outfit #ooft #fashion statement #outfit inspiration #fashion #outfit #bts army #agustd #agust d #suga #yoongi marry me #bts suga #min yoongi #kpop #yoongi #bts pics #bts daily #suga bts #i miss him #bts #kawaii #cute boys #cute cats #kawaii outfit #aegyo

[unashamedly-enthusiastic]

Pinterest is not wrong

#Ooft #i am not straight #buff women

[teenybratt]

Would you let me grab you in the bathroom while you're on a date with the boy you like... put a knife to your side and make you walk out the back door. Then use your phone to text him you caught a cab home and you feel sick. Take you to a secluded location and use you.

Then drop you at his place the next morning in the same clothes, all ripped up so he knows his date fun was taken from him.

Would you let me do that?

😳 we’re gonna get married someday, right?

#ask #OOFT

[scavengedluxury]

#ooft #education

[cosmicdreamgrl]

december receiptify ✨

edit: tagged by @jimin-gaon, much appreciated 🥰

this is both accurate and inaccurate all at once, okay spotify, if you say so 🤷‍♀️

tagging: @cordiallyfuturedwight @aprylynn @epiphanytear @raplinenthusiasts @jkvjimin @jinstronaut @permanentreverie @huhfeatjhope & @thornedswan :)

#clearly i was going through some stuff #ooft #tag game #receiptify

[wyrdle]

a little zerotrioshipping comic WIP

Also I wrote a little fic about them recently if you’re interested

#zerotrioshipping #zerotrio shipping #clavell #director clavell #professor sada #professor turo #clavell x sada x turo #clavell/sada/turo #love them #themmmmm #the angst potential to the nigh #oof #combine it with clavell trying to be there for arven #ooft

[corners-of-the-earth]

patch 6 treated us good 😭 (and it has me in a chokehold)

#bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #THANK YOU LARIAN #the way i reloaded all my previous saves just to WITNESS #i can die happy now #the intimacy????????? #ooft #how am i supposed to recover from this #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate gale #baldurs gate tav #my bb celeste #melinskis uploads: gifs #melinskis uploads: all

[saints-who-never-existed]

Rereading The Terror

Chapter Forty-Nine: Crozier

The southward journey continues, or at least tries to...

Whether asleep or awake, Crozier is beset on all sides by nightmares. In the few minutes of sleep he can catch, he has visions of his Memo Moira sending him up to receive the Eucharist from a giant, dripping Tuunbaq-like priest who rises up out of the floor and reeks of blood. "He knows that his life will never be the same after receiving the Papist Eucharist. And he also knows that his life will end if he does not receive it." And in his waking hours, he and the men are subjected to the constant, terrifying feeling that the ice beneath them is breaking up to swallow them whole, as well as the news from Goodsir that their constant ice-slicked, sweat-dampened state is ruining the men's feet, rotting them gangrenously away and necessitating amputations.

Those unimaginably awful conditions are one thing I do feel the book captures better than the show often is able to (for obvious practical reasons, but still...). "The Holland tents were soaked and never dried. The sleeping bags...were soaked and frozen inside and out and never dried. When the men awoke in the morning after a few stolen minutes of fitful sleep - no amount of shivering could make one warmer..." Like, just the mental toll of being that cold for that long alone is bad enough! :(((

They're constantly trying to hunt but are constantly unsuccessful. They've shot at a few seals on the ice floes but the animals have always managed to escape down into the water to die before the men can reach them. ("Sometimes the hunters knelt on the ice to lap at the blood.")

One bright spot in all the darkness is the legendary Mr Diggle, who somehow manages to remain "the same energetic, obscene, efficient, bellowing, and somehow reassuring figure he had been for three years at his post... aboard HMS Terror." "...always the optimist...", Diggle has even cobbled together a crude seal-oil stove so as to be ready in the event that one of the hunting parties finally sees some success.

Still, even that optimism isn't enough and Crozier's thoughts grow darker... He reasons that the only thing that would really help them now would be to finally manage to kill Tuunbaq, who continues to stalk them. He still believes Tuunbaq to be a real animal of flesh and blood (unlike the rest of the men who believe it a wrathful god) and can't help but think not only of the feast Tuunbaq's body would provide but of the morale boost too. "So they would eat well for many week if they did manage to murder their murderer. And with every bite, Crozier knew, even eating the thing-flesh as they were the salt pork while on the march, there would be the pleasure of revenge, even if it had to be a dish best served cold."

The lengths he contemplates going to in order to accomplish this almost don't bear thinking about. First, he considers using himself as bait: "If it would work, Francis Crozier knew he would set himself out onto the ice as bait. If it would work. If it would save and feed even a few of his men."

Then, he thinks about bodies... He remembers Private Wilkes, who was pulled from the water just before the ice closed back over the drowned Marines, but who died from the cold shortly afterwards anyway. He thinks of how they just his left his body out on the ice when they moved on when they could've used it for bait. And he thinks of David Leys now - the man who's lain catatonic and useless since Tuunbaq's attack on Blanky. Not even the likes of Hickey and Aylmore seem to have thought of leaving Leys behind (or worse) but Crozier has... "But everyone must have had the same thought..." "Eat them." "Eat Leys first, then the others when they die." "Francis Crozier was so hungry that he could imagine eating human flesh. He would not kill a man in order to devour him - not yet - but once dead, why should all that meat be left behind to rot in the arctic summer sun?"

Crozier thinks briefly of the whaling ship Essex, the one famously sunk by a sperm whale in 1820, leaving her crew to drift and descend into cannibalism and almost all perish in their tiny whaleboats in the Pacific. Hard to tell whether it comes from Simmons himself, or is more on Crozier's part as a character but there's a bit that strikes me as amusing. Crozier recalls that the Essex's crew made landfall on Henderson Island but quickly found that the animals and plant life there would not be enough to sustain them. Conveniently left out is the fact that there wasn't enough animal and plant life because the crew went absolutely fuckin' hog-wild and burnt through it all, depleting all of the island's natural resources in the space of barely a fuckin' week! Like, God love them the poor bugger's were starving, but even still, they were the reason there wasn't enough food to last on that island!

Back in colder climes, the Expedition's men continue to drift, the ice being too weirdly broken up for them to row/sail/haul with any kind of purpose. Crozier maps their position as best he can and eventually realises just where they are: "We're in the strait. And since we have to be north of the Adelaide Peninsula, we've completed the goal of the Sir John Franklin Expedition. This is the North-West Passage. By God, you've done it." "There was a weak cheer followed by some coughing."

And finally, a short while later, they're able to make landfall again. The men are so exhausted that they don't even put up tents or pull out sleeping bags, just collapsed and sleep in piles on the bare rocks with only their mate's bodies for warmth. Crozier doesn't assign a watch - "If the thing wanted them tonight, it could have them." He checks their position once more, figures out that they're still 900 miles from Great Slave Lake, and throws himself down on the ground to sleep too and dream again of Memo Moira - "Crozier closed his eyes and extended his tongue to receive the Body of Christ."

#The Terror #The Terror AMC #Observations #Random Observations #Meta #Rereading the Terror #Terror Spoilers #Pain again #Pure unadulterated pain as always! #Francis Crozier #John Diggle though #What a legend #Absolute MVP #And I'm always a sucker for the religion/cannibalism parallels #'He knows his life will never be the same if he consumes the Body of Christ' #'But he also knows he'll die if he doesn't consume it' #Ooft #Outstanding stuff