#what a piece of crap *affectionate*

[aegonrhaenys]

"I think I might've had that, once. Honor. Would you believe that?" CHARLIE HUNNAM as KAI in REBEL MOON (2023) dir. Zack Snyder.

#rebelmoonedit #chunnamedit #mancandykings #dilfgifs #filmedit #rebel moon #kai #tuserelena #zacksnydered #mine #what a piece of crap *affectionate*

[pigeonpeach]

Genshin men as cats!

Prompt: the genshin men are temporarily turned into cats for one day and you as their lover must take care of them and make sure they stay safe

A/n: idk what happened but apparently half of the post got deleted? I’ll have to rewrite it later ;(

Ayato

Oh he’s not happy. He’s probably a shorthaired white cat in terms of appearance. But he is quite annoyed with this predicament. No one is allowed to tell anyone that the Yashiro Commissioner is suddenly a cat. But being a cat is nice. He can lounge and nap all day. He’s probably demanding of attention though. He simply must have your eyes on him. He adores being brushes so lovingly too. Maybe he should have you brush his hair when he’s back to normal.

Al Haitham

Virtually no change. He may still try to read though he won’t be able to turn the pages as easily. He doesn’t mind a few pats but he mostly prefers to be left alone in the nice warm sun to nap the day away. He’s definitely a grey tabby.

Kaveh

He is so distraught! He meows a storm in fustration as he finds he is completely incapable of finishing his projects! You simply must take care of him! You need to have him strapped in like a baby carrier on your chest because he’s just so clingy. He needs constant reassurance and attention. He’s so needy but so cute. Probably a cute little cream colored kitty.

Kaeya

He is also probably a bit annoyed. While yes he gets a complete day off, he can’t do much as a cat. So he’ll probably try to find some entertainment if you don’t keep him thoroughly entertained. He will find a way to sneak out and go play with Klee or annoy Diluc if you don’t keep him in your grasp at all times.

Neuvillette

He is very confused but also curious. On one hand this form is verrrry different than he’s ever had before but its also very beneficial to him. People are far less intimidated and strangely he enjoys being coddled and pet more than he would. Of course miss Furina is teasing the crap out of him but he doesn’t really care. Sitting on your lap, small and warm. Its such a unique experience he will probably never have again.

Wriothesley

Once the dust settles he’s quite relaxed. This is temporary so might as well enjoy it. Sigewinnie has become very attached to him as she constantly makes sure he’s okay. But in particular he loves being held by you. He’s used to being the big strong man who lifts you all the time etc etc. its nice actually being the reverse here. He gets fed special fish from the cafeteria and gets to spend his day in your arms! The perfect break for him! He’s almost sad it’s temporary but he knows he can’t stay like this forever.

Childe

Oh he’s mad! Even when it’s confirmed to be temporary, he is annoyed! How can he improve his fighting skills if he’s a kitty! Sure he’s a adorable little kitty of course but he looks like a baby! Oh his ego is in shatters. It’s unfortunate too because it wasn’t even around his family so he could play with his little brother at least. He’s practically quarantined to keep him safe. He can’t go on kitty adventures. Therefore YOU must make it up to him. He spends his time sulking and trying to play with anything he can. Dangling uniform piece? New toy! Someone’s foot? New toy! He bites! He meows! He hardly naps. He does love cuddling with you though. Still he’s a ball of energy and he cannot simply sit still for long! No doubt will his office be trashed. You’re making him clean it up once he’s back.

Thoma

Stressed! So stressed! He has so many chores! He cannot hold a broom with two paws! You have to make arrangements for him to have the day off which was hard because everyone was upset by his sudden cancellation. Even so he tries to help. He tries to drag the broom but it doesn’t do anything unfortunately. Oh he feels so useless. You must pamper him. Lavish him with kisses and gentle praise. Call him the cutest little kitty in the world! Oh he’s such a affectionate boy too. He acts like a cat with separation anxiety almost. He cannot sleep if you’re not there with him. Therefore you end up spending the day with him, trying to dissuade him from trying to clean a mess and just making it worse, distracting him with a warm blanket and pets.

Zhongli

He probably did so on purpose actually. Perhaps he was a bit bored and decided to spend the day exploring Liyue from a different perspective. It was quite fun for him actually. He watched as people came over to pet him. Unfortunately they also tried to feed him seafood which wasn’t too good. But after the long day he returned home to see you panicked as to where he could be. He decided to come on over to you, still in his cat form, and distract you. It worked as he helped you relax.

You werent too amused when you found out that cat that broke in was him.

Pantalone

He is quite annoyed. Angry in a more agitated way. Don’t mess up his fur! Pet him properly! Don’t ignore him now! He is a demanding little feline. He is not content unless you are entirely focused on him. He even wants you to break up the fish ro serve to him. He isn’t going to eat like a animal! Oh but he is such s cute kitty. Entirely black with big expressive yellow eyes. Oh you can’t help but comply and spoil him a little more! And he has such lovely fur! He does like hearing your gentle praises as you pet him. He never knew how lovely it felt to be small, sleeping on a nice warm lap, being gently brushed, and told sweet little compliments. He may actually want to do this again sometime.

Diluc

Biggest drama king! How can he protect you or Mondstadt like this! Therefore you cannot leave his sight or he’s convinced you will immediately die. You must stay with him so he can protect you? He is a very warm kitty though so it feels nice to snuggle with him. His fur is a bit messy so you’ll have to brush it. Despite him trying to stay vigilant he ends up falling asleep quickly.

#genshin imagines #diluc x you #genshin x y/n #childe x reader #pantalone #pantalone x you #ayato x y/n #thoma x reader #neuvillette #neuvilette x reader #wriothesley x reader #kaeya x reader #zhongli x reader #kaveh x reader #al haitham x reader

[tightjeansjavi]

Tongue Tied

Joel Miller x f!reader

NSFW 🔞

A/N: I came up with this idea at work 😵‍💫 this one specifically is for @chaotic-mystery you’re welcome bby! This can be read as a stand-alone piece or a blurb/one-shot for ‘Burning in a Hopeless Dream’

Summary: a game of spin the bottle ends exactly how you imagine it to; you and Joel, a headboard banging, and tongues tied.

~word count : 4.2k~

Warnings: possessive! joel, jealous! joel, a lil feral and horny! joel, established relationship, swearing, tension, mentions of alcohol, smut, filth, consent, teasing, fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap that willy) oral (f receiving) a huge fucking praise kink, nicknames, cock warming, like just a whole lot of filth. Y’all get the warnings. (+18) minors dni !

Songs used:

“Small Talk” by Niall Horan

“Tonight you are Mine” by The Technicolors

“Dirty Love” by Mt. Joy

“Talk” by Hozier

It was Joel’s brilliant idea to throw you a ‘we’re so glad the knife didn’t go too deep!’ Party.

For some context, just two months ago, you were stabbed by one of Robert’s henchmen. You nearly bled out on Joel and Tess’s kitchen table. Joel was at your side the entire time you were recovering and now that you fully healed, what better way to celebrate than with a little dark humor, real fucking booze, and good company.

Tess had brought her friend Bea over and you already had your sneaking suspicion that they were an item already. Or, at the very least, they were 1000% fucking. Joel was a little slow with these sorts of things but you knew in time, he would figure it out. Regardless, you were happy for Tess and your friendship was seemingly coming full circle. Hell had certainly freezed over at that point. You, and Tess? Friends? Who would have ever thought that was even fucking possible. I guess you almost bleeding to death on the kitchen table was enough for her to finally end the quarrel between you two.

“Where in the hell did you manage to find some real fucking whiskey Tess?”

You were sitting across Joel’s lap on the couch. His arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, his fingers lightly holding onto the side of your hip where the soft skin there met your thigh. He always had to be touching you somehow. Being affectionate was something that Joel really never understood, nor cared for, but you changed his view on it. Now? He couldn’t get enough of you, or your skin on his. He was painfully addicted, royally and utterly fucked, because of you.

You felt him lightly tap his fingers against the sliver of skin exposed under your t-shirt as he took a sip from his own glass.

“Would you believe me if I told you those Fedra fucks somehow have their own stash of top-shelf booze?”

You brought the rim of the glass to your lips, taking a small sip and you could feel Joel staring at you. Not in a weird, or creepy way. He was admiring you.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Makes me hate them just a little bit more than I already do. Seriously though, what did you have to do to get this stuff?”

Tess laughed and took a sip from her own glass as she leaned back against the wall. “A handjob and a real quick one at that. Dude lasted all of 30 seconds. It was pretty pathetic but hey, I wanted to make sure you could taste some of the real fucking stuff for once. You earned it.”

Joel let out a weird noise, covering it with a chuckle over the rim of his glass. He had lightly squeezed your hip.

You weren’t even phased by Tess’s answer in the slightest.

“30 fucking seconds? Now that is honestly really pathetic. I appreciate you putting yourself through that bullshit. This stuff is definitely better than the other crap we’ve been drinking. So thank you again.” You raised your glass in her direction, a small grin on your lips.

Tess mirrored your actions, raising her glass in your direction before taking a sip.

“Just don’t expect me to put myself through that ever again, alright?”

You giggled, leaning back against Joel’s broad chest, shaking your head.

“Oh god, No! I will never expect you to put yourself through that again!”

It was Tess’s idea for everyone to play a friendly game of spin the bottle. As soon as she suggested it, Joel was grumbling about how it was a stupid game for teenagers and that he would not be participating in those kinds of shenanigans.

“Tess. I ain’t playin’ a silly little girls game. That shit is for teenagers. Do I look like a fuckin’ teenager to you?”

“No, but you’re fucking acting like one right now, Texas. Besides, if you get lucky enough, you’ll get to kiss your girl. C’mon, just one round.”

“I ain’t gotta get lucky enough to kiss her. Can kiss her whenever I want.” He gruffly spoke.

You gave him a light jab to his side with your elbow, turning around in his lap and gave him a warning look.

“Keep acting like that and you’re never gonna get to kiss me again cowboy.”

Joel narrowed his eyes at you challengingly. His eyebrow quirked up in your direction as he leaned in close enough for you to taste the warm whiskey on his breath.

“You wanna fuckin’ bet on that one sugar?” He went to brush his thumb against your plush, lower lip when you had given his chest a light shove, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Shuddup. You and I both know you’re not gonna win this one, honey. So get up from this fuckin couch and play this game with us. Or, you’re sleeping alone tonight.”

Joel grumbled something under his breath as he stared at you for a minute longer. He was trying to gauge if you were bullshitting him but by the way you stared right back, he knew you were dead serious.

“Fuckin’ gonna get you back for this sweetheart. You’ll see.”

You reached over and gave his cheek a light, affectionate pat, brushing your thumb against the coarse hair on his beard.

“Mhm. I’m sure you will, cowboy.”

Tess and Bea were already sat on the floor across from each other, an old empty beer bottle between them.

“Jesus fuck. You guys just gonna continue to eye fuck eachother or are we gonna play the game? Just one round, and then we’ll get out of your hair so you guys can rip each other's clothes off.” Tess said with a grin.

Your cheeks heated up at the slightest, from Tess’s crudeness, and the warm whiskey flowing through your veins.

You stood up from the couch, turning to look back at your lover, who was staring right back at you.

“C’mon Joel. Don’t make me ask you again.”

When he rolled his eyes in response, you wasted no time to grab his hand, yanking him up from the couch in one swift movement.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ woman. Alright, alright. I’m up.” He begrudgingly took a seat across from you on the worn carpet.

“We all know the rules, right? I mean..they’re fairly simple anyway.”

“Yeah, Tess. Just fuckin’ get on with it already.” Joel grumbled.

Tess turned to you and pushed the bottle in your direction.

“Think you get the first honors of spinning. Only fair after what you went through.”

You held your hand against your chest in mock shock as Tess gave you the first spin.

“Really? Wow, Tess. I think I’m going to document this moment forever.” You jokingly said.

“Oh, shut up. You’re lucky I actually have learned how to tolerate you. Now go on, spin.”

“I’m so loved.” You said with a giggle before grasping the bottle between your fingers, glancing at the three of them before you spun The bottle.

It spinned a few times before slowly coming to a stop. The opened end of the bottle was pointed directly at Tess.

You glanced at Joel for a moment. His brows were furrowed in slightly as he observed where the bottle was pointing. He was unashamedly looking forward to this, and you could tell just by the way he took his time with bringing the rim of his glass to his lips. His eyes were locked on yours, a smirk appearing.

“Well, you gonna kiss her baby doll?”

You could tell Tess was a little hesitant as she looked at you. You on the other hand? You were already scooting towards her. The liquor was giving you a bit of confidence boost as you reached for her face, gently holding her cheeks in your warm palms.

“You good with this?” You asked, while stroking your thumbs against her soft skin gently.

Tess had given you a slight nod of consent before you leaned in, just lightly brushing your lips against hers, your eyes fluttering shut as you pulled her in close. You teased her for a moment before fully pressing your lips against hers.

Much to everyone’s surprise, Tess kissed you back as she reached up, threading her fingers through your hair.

The kiss lasted all of 30 seconds as you bit down on her lower lip, tugging it out with your teeth before gently releasing it.

Tess had given you one last peck before she pulled back, grabbing what was left of her glass and tossed it down her throat.

“Fuck, I see why you like her so much Miller. She’s a damn fuckin good kisser.”

Joel was looking right at you as he spoke, nodding his head.

“Mhm. She damn well is. Don’t go gettin’ any ideas about stealin’ my girl Tess. She’s all mine, and I don’t take kindly to sharin’.”

You were used to Joel’s possessive nature by now. You lived through it. For some reason, hearing him say ‘my girl’ did something to you. You were absolutely counting down the minutes till Tess and Bea would leave so that you could have Joel all to yourself.

A few more rounds were played, much to Joel’s disapproval. You had ended up kissing Tess a couple more times and when you had slid into her lap at one point, Joel had enough. You could tell he was jealous just by the clench of his jaw, the furrow of his brows and the way he clutched the whiskey glass in his fist. You were afraid if he held it any tighter, the glass would surely break.

Whoops.

Tess and Bea got the memo pretty quick and had left after you crawled out her lap, an innocent look stricken across your pretty face.

“Did ya enjoy yourself sweetheart?” Joel was absentmindedly spinning the bottle now, his gaze falling on you.

“Mhm. Best, ‘we’re so glad the knife didn’t go deeper’ party ever.”

“Mmm. Thought so. You really liked kissin’ on Tess like that huh? You gonna save any of that for me?”

You were leaned back on your elbows as you looked over at him, an eyebrow raised in a suggestive manner.

“You jealous or something cowboy? You looked to be enjoying yourself as well. How about you take a final spin? See if you get lucky tonight.”

“Mmm. I ain’t got nothin’ to be jealous about when I know I get you at the end of the night.”

He spun the bottle once and watched it land facing you. You could both feel the air getting thick with tension. The chemistry was absolutely sizzling, sending all the warning signs that it was about to explode.

“Guess you are getting lucky tonight.”

Joel didn’t even have a moment to respond before you were in his lap, straddling his hips. The tension had shattered when he immediately grasped your hips between his rough, calloused palms. He bunched the thin fabric of your t-shirt up so he could finally touch your warm skin, he felt the goosebumps rising already.

“C’mon pretty girl. Kiss me already, please. You gonna make me beg ya?” He drawled.

You loved having Joel beneath you like this and at your mercy. You loved the way he looked up at you with his deep, puppy dog brown eyes. His lips were held in a slight pout as you brushed your thumb across his lower lip, watching as he nibbled on the tip of your finger.

God, submissive Joel was so fucking sexy.

You leaned down, grabbing his face in your hands before you finally kissed him, slotting your lips together as you held control of the situation. You knew it would only for a short moment before he’d take over. He lowly mumbled against your lips, your tongues tangled, teeth clashing.

“How do you want me tonight baby? You want it sweet? Rough? Filthy?”

He slid his hands up the expanse of your back, his fingers splayed out against your skin.

“All of the above, cowboy. I fucking want it all.”

He flipped you over onto your back with ease, yanking you down so you were underneath him. He was gripping your chin between his fingers, while his thumb brushed against your lower lip. Now you were looking up at him, anticipating his next move, while you wrapped your lips around the tip of his thumb, eyelashes fluttering. The sight of you beneath him, looking so needy, so pretty for him, had his cock twitching in his jeans.

“Look at you baby. You look so fuckin pretty for me honey. Fuck. Don’t look at me with those eyes. Y’know what those things do to me? Fuckin’ got me meltin’ like putty.” His Texas accent was thick, warm, deep, and it settled deliciously between your legs. You were aching for him already.

“Joel. Baby, please. C’mon.”

“Shh. I know, pretty girl. Gonna treat you real good, okay? You know I will. I got you, you got me. Now wrap your legs ‘round me. Ain’t gonna fuck you on the floor. Next time, Kay sugar? Want you on the bed.”

Joel didn’t have to ask you twice as you wrapped your thighs around his hips while he lifted you up into his arms with ease, grasping you by the outside of your thighs.

He managed to reattach his lips to yours while he carried you down the hall, using his hip to push open your shared bedroom. You only had a moment to breathe when he had tossed you onto the mattress. Your lips were swollen, and your face flushed as you watched him pull his shirt over his head with one hand.

It easily was one of the sexiest things a man could do. Even more sexy because Joel Miller was your man. Your fellow, your guy.

You let out a soft, heart clenching giggle as he crawled on top of you, peppering your face with warm kisses. His beard lightly scraped at your skin but you didn’t mind. You fucking loved it.

“Fuckin’ damn near lost my mind when you kissed Tess like that. Fuckin’ filthy of you to climb in her lap. What would have happened if I wasn’t in the room? Hmm sweet girl? Bet you woulda kept goin’.”

His kisses moved from your face to your jaw, and down your neck. He was sucking greedily at your tender flesh. His teeth, lips and tongue worked in a steady flow as he left his marks upon you. He loved the way you would grip his hair, and scrape your nails against his scalp. The feeling had his eyes rolling back into his skull.

“Joel..” you whimpered out his name as he continued to mark you up.

“Yeah, baby? Is it too much? Want me to stop?” He mumbled against your skin. His fingers were pushing your shirt back up, exposing more of your skin. His fingertips lightly brushed against your navel.

“Don’t stop, please. I need more. Joel, baby give me more.”

“Needy little thing for me, huh? Don’t want me to take my time with ya? Mmm..I think you can be a little patient, right sweet girl?”

“Touch me or so help me god—“

His fingers were at the waistband of your jeans, he had popped the button open and was now toying with the zipper.

He loved holding you over the edge like this.

“What’re gonna do about it if I don’t give you what you want, honey? C’mon. Be a good girl for me.”

You let out a frustrated huff, a whine slipping past your throat because you were that fucking desperate for his touch. You absolutely craved it.

“Joel, please. Want you, want your fingers, your tongue. Want it all, please. Please just fucking touch me.”

He chuckled while he slowly dragged your zipper down, slipping his fingers between the waistband of your jeans and your panties.

“Mmm. Well, since you said please…”

He brushed his fingers against your clit, watching as your pretty lips fell open and he drank it all in.

“Take your shirt off for me, sugar. Play with your pretty tits while I play with your pussy, Kay? Fuckin’ wet for me already. Absolutely drippin.’ That for me, or Tess?”

“Both.” You deadpanned as you wasted no time to lift your shirt above your head, tossing it to the side.

Joel couldn’t help but lean down and wrap his lips around one of your peaked buds as he sank his teeth against the sensitive skin, causing your body to jolt up slightly.

He had used his free hand, that wasn’t teasing you, to push your jeans down your legs. He yanked them down past your ankles, along with your panties.

All it took was for him to tap your thigh lightly and you were spreading your legs for him as if on command.

Damn him.

“Absolutely fuckin filthy. Look at you baby. Drippin’ for me, and Tess.”

He was teasing your slick folds, watching your face the entire time, with intensity. He watched your mouth go slack when he had slowly slipped in two of his fingers, pumping them slowly. He loved the way your eyes rolled back when he curled them against the soft, spongy texture of your walls.

Your moans filled the small room deliciously. He couldn’t wait to have you screaming so loud, the neighbors and patrolling FEDRA fucks would be able to hear you from outside.

“Feels good, huh baby? I gotta have a taste. Will you let me, sweet girl? Will you let me have a taste of your pretty little pussy?”

You grabbed his face, roughly pulling him down to you by his chin. You kissed him hard, tasting the smooth whiskey on his tongue, knocking the air out of your lungs and his. “Have a taste, cowboy.”

You pulled away from the searing kiss, your fingers still wrapped around his soft curls as you guided his head down, with zero hesitation.

“Fuckin’ don’t have to ask me twice.” He gruffly responded as he dragged his lips down your navel, scooting himself lower, on his knees. He used his free hand to yank you closer to him, holding his hand down against your stomach firmly with his arm wrapped around you, locking you in place.

He wasted no time to press a kiss to your aching cunt, dragging his tongue across your clit as he continued to curl his fingers. The combination was mind-numbing.

He had you moaning his name as if it was a fucking prayer. Each swipe of his tongue, each time he hit that spot that had you seeing stars, your moans would rise an octave. All for him. Your fellow, your guy.

“Sound so fuckin pretty for me baby. So fuckin pretty.” He mumbled against you, his mouth full of your pussy.

“F-f—fuck Joel. I’m—fuck. So good baby. So fuckin good.”

“Don’t come for me yet honey. Not yet, I know, sweet girl. Don’t give in.”

His beard was slightly scraping against your inner thighs, he shook his head back and forth, causing his nose to bump against your aching clit and your thighs to close in around his head. He surely had deep scratches along his scalp from how hard you were digging your nails into him.

“J—Joel! Fuck—stop! Stop! I can’t—baby I can’t hold on much longer!

His tongue was fiercely lapping at you now, your thighs squeezing, trembling around his head. You never thought the overwhelming euphoria would end till he lifting his mouth from you. His beard, and lips were coated in your arousal. His pupils darkened as he looked up at you.

Your other hand was toying with your breasts, pinching the sensitive nubs between your fingers as you panted, catching your breath as you looked down at your lover.

“Can I have a taste, please?” You breathed out.

He slipped his fingers out, they were coated in your arousal as he sat up on his knees, bringing them down to your lips, smearing them with your cum before he slipped them in. He watched as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, dragging your tongue across the ridges, your eyes fiercely locked on his.

“So fuckin’ pretty for me. You like the way you taste baby? You taste so fuckin’ sweet darlin’.”

He slipped his fingers out slowly, replacing them with his lips as he kissed you hard. Slipping his tongue past your lips with ease. There was something so erotic about you and him tasting your cum together.

You hear the sound of his belt clanking, his jeans dragging down his legs as he rid himself of his clothes, tossing them onto the floor with yours.

You were already pulling him in as close as possible when you felt his tip pressing against the side of your thigh, while his other hand was firmly wrapped around the headboard.

“Gonna scream for me darlin.’? Gonna let the neighbors fuckin’ know you’re mine?” He had detached his lips from yours, momentarily. His forehead gently resting against yours as he dragged his tip against your slick folds, letting out a low hiss.

“Loud enough that they’re gonna think I’m getting murdered, cowboy.”

“Mmm. That’s exactly what I fuckin like to hear. You ready baby? I got you, you got me.”

Joel always knew how to get your heart skipping a beat, and the butterflies in your stomach flapping. Even when you were fucking.

“I got you, you got me.” You let out a soft sigh when he slowly pressed into you, you loved the way he filled you up to the brim, each time. He stretched you deliciously. Nothing about Joel Miller was small, and you fucking loved it.

“Fuckin’ hell. So tight for me. So fuckin tight. Goddamn. Don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to being buried inside this pretty pussy. Grippin’ me so well. So good for me baby.” Joel praised you as he sank into your warmth.

His pubic bone was nudging yours. That’s how deep he was enveloped inside you.

Just where he always wanted to be.

“S’okay? Feelin’ good honey?’ He pressed a kiss to your jaw, nipping lightly at your chin as he dipped his head down.

You nodded, glancing down at where your bodies were connected while you brought your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through the back of his hair.

“S’good baby.”

He let out a breath of air as he drew his hips back before thrusting them forward, he repeated this motion a few more times, listening to the sound his hips would make when they smacked against your skin.

You brought your leg around his hip, digging the heel of your foot into his ass, pushing him in deeper as he started to pick up the pace, his jaw going slack as you clenched around him.

The headboard was smacking against the wall, the shitty mattress squeaking beneath the weight of his thrusts.

The room was thick in the stench of sex, and two lovers in the middle of it all.

Joel’s groans entwined with your moans as he rammed into you. His fingers were holding onto your hip so tightly, you surely would have bruises in the morning.

“That’s it baby doll. Takin’ me so fuckin’ good. Always so good for me baby. Fuckin’ can stay buried in you all fuckin’ night. Drunk off this pretty little pussy. Drunk off you darlin’.” His words came out jagged, in between groans as he dipped his head down to capture your lips once more.

Your tongues tied, teeth clashing, senses on overdrive.

This is where you always wanted to be.

His thrusts grew sloppy, uncoordinated as he came close to hitting his high. In the midst of his peaking orgasm, Joel was always attentive to make sure you got there before him. So it came as no surprise when he had released your hip from his harsh grip, and brought his hand down between where your bodies were connected and rubbed his thumb against your clit.

“That’s it, pretty girl. So fuckin close. You gonna cum for me honey? C’mon, I’ve got you. You’re safe. C’mon baby, let go!”

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you came around him, clenching around his thick cock as your thighs quivered, and shook. He came shortly after you, his body shuttering as his orgasm rippled through him. He groaned out your name, his own personal prayer as he came undone, collapsing into your arms in a sweaty heap.

You both laughed as you came to your senses. Your fingers were gently playing with his sweaty hair, his cheek was pressed against your chest, his eyes blissfully closed. He refused to move, even as he went soft inside of you, his cum dripping down your thighs. You both felt safe here in each other's arms.

“That’s the last time you’re gonna say no to playing spin the bottle with me, right?” You whispered, your eyes closed as you rested your chin against the top of his sweat soaked head.

He hummed, bringing his arms around you, holding you close. “Mmm. Never gonna say no to you again baby. Never again.”

He was too tired to move, you were spent as well, so it came natural for him to fall asleep inside of you. Notched together, bodies entwined, right where you both always wanted to be.

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[worldsetfree]

Tarot Readings: The Star in Love

Some headcanons about how I think my #specialinterest would be in love. I've sort of framed it as x reader, and I have to admit I'm feeling quite shy about posting this, but I'm trying to build up to posting more than headcanons.

Feedback and discussion is always welcome. :)

I must begin by saying I think it's very difficult to win Kujo Jotaro's heart. He is extremely introverted and often apathetic.

Unless

Attraction is born from intrigue and somehow, you surprised him. What's wrong with you? He needs to dig deep and figure this out.

Falls so wholly and completely in love without even realizing it. Wait a damn minute, he can't live without you. When did you become so important to him?

He'll need time to accept and be comfortable with that. Won't you get burned being too close to him? Isn't he too cool for this crap?

Opens up like a flower, in bits and pieces. Probably lets you in too deep and that's the moment he starts questioning why he's so comfortable. Good grief.

When Jotaro makes a move (and believe me, he will make the first move), it's with a one-liner and a gesture so completely unexpected it leaves you breathless.

He is, after all, a "go big or go home" type of guy when it counts.

Impulsive but always intentional, Jotaro is the type of man to kiss you to get you to stop talking for a minute. He's pleasantly surprised to find it makes you stop thinking altogether.

His heart can't handle this, what the fuck is he doing?- until you kiss him back and he forgets about the whole world for a moment.

This impulsiveness of his will certainly manifest in other situations, too.

In a relationship...

He is deeply devoted but struggles to express it.

Jotaro has demonstrated (in Parts 3 and 6 especially) that his loved ones will compel him to move greater distances than anything in the universe.

Affectionate in ways that may be missed or misunderstood.

Watchful. Notices when you're suffering and will be your champion in times when you can't support yourself (in his own abrasive way, of course).

Needs to be your rock. Nobody else will do. He's been taught that this is part of being a man (something he takes very seriously, despite how toxic that can be).

Expect small acts of service and gifts in place of words. Dinner's already made, the house is clean. He brought home something that reminded him of you.

Do you actually need him to do all of this for you? Only you know. But Jotaro feels secure in a relationship if he can take of you.

Part 6 shows how he pushes himself away when he feels like he can't.

To be honest, I think he would want to maintain his independence and try not to think about you too much when he's away.

But he melts into you when he's home and he might not be aware of how much he really missed you. He's never been very emotionally intelligent.

His partner is his peace in the storm of his life. Never doubt the lengths he would go in order to preserve that sanctuary.

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[bountycancelled]

rating how SEVENTEEN would react if you wore revealing clothes in front of the members (hyung line edition)

maknae line version here

genre: rating-headcanon hybrid, suggestive lol, gn reader

requested: nope

warnings: suggestive stuff and delusionality

a/n: procrastinating finishing my beomgyu smau and starting my seungcheol smau with this piece of crap, enjoy~

seungcheol

-100/10. does a double take when he sees what you're wearing, thinks about doing not-so family friendly things with you but then realises that you guys aren't alone and is immediately pushing you back up the stairs.

he's still deliberating on whether he pushed you into ur shared bedroom to fuck or to try to convince to change.

you juke him and run down the stairs before he makes his decision, and he spends the rest of game night holding onto you and literally intercepts ur celebrations with the members you've been paired up with.

when the night comes to an end and the members start to leave, he throws you on the couch, wwe style before poor vernon even makes it out the door lol.

jeonghan

3/10. he's not possessive like seungcheol but he gets really distracted to the point where the other members want you to change so he can focus lol.

you get paired up with him for 30 seconds cuz no one else wanted him but he doesn't take in any of ur explanations and you end up in last place.

has to get pinched back into reality several times by different members cuz he keeps on giving you bedroom eyes when he's supposed to be explaining the words on the damn card.

ends up deciding to end game night prematurely and shoos everyone out of the house so he can have his way with you

joshua

7/10. gets distracted for a bit because how could he not when you look so sexy, but catches himself mid looking you up and down.

you catch his eyes flick up and down your body when it's ur turn for charades but it's only for a split second cuz he's a gentleman or whatever.

overly affectionate, partly because he's a teeny bit jealous that the other members get to see you like this but mostly because he just can't resist you.

at the end of the night when the other members are taking their leave, he literally drags you upstairs because his patience has officially snapped, but it's okay cuz he behaved himself throughout.

jun

5/10. a mixture of nonchalant, lowkey jealous and also kinda horny.

swears to himself he's not jealous, but wants you to sit in his lap throughout the whole night even thought that isn't possible cuz he could see ur cards.

he begrudgingly let's you off of his lap but grips your thigh with his hand when mingyu rests his arm on the space behind your head.

this ends up backfiring though cuz the hand on ur thigh makes him hyperaware of your sexiness and now he's not focusing on the game and wait, wtf how did he lose already?

pretends he's not feeling well right before the game ends and scares you when you walk into your shared bedroom, only to make out with you right after it's the gemini in him

hoshi

2 ¾/10. not jealous at all but hella distracted the whole time.

this man's head is in the clouds the millisecond he lays his eyes on you and it's obvious to everyone including yourself.

gets upset when he doesn't end up in the same team as you and makes you sit on his lap even though ur on opposing sides, like he literally protests until everyone just let's him get his way.

complimenting you the whole way through, tbh he forgets game night is happening like 16 times, and his team just gives up on him halfway though.

throws you off of his lap during the mafia game and you bust your ass on the floor but he makes it up to you with a quickness when the members leave.

wonwoo

9/10. his eyes flicker to you and when he sees what you're wearing, he gets a little jealous but won't outwardly show it.

he's not a territorial kind of guy, but he does have a hand on you for most of the night.

he actually really enjoys game nights with the members and doesn't even pay much attention to you, safe for the occasional look in your direction, because hello? ur literally look so hot rn?

game night starts, continues and finishes without so much as a peep from wonwoo about ur choice of outfit but as soon he closes the door on the last of his members, you can literally feel a change in the air whew chile, good luck bestie.

woozi

10/10 or 1/10 depending on ur perspective. woozi, does not, can not and will not give a fuck about ur outfit during game night.

he's not the type to be easily riled up or made jealous, especially not by ur choice of clothing, and he knows his members are respectful of your relationship so it's all good to him.

it's nice that he has a strong sense of security, but damn, he doesn't even hold ur hand...

even when mingyu makes a lowkey flirty comment towards you, he just rolls his eyes, smacking mingyu on the head for good measure before going back to the game at hand immediately.

shoos the members away at exactly 11 pm and passes out on the couch before you even get to spend one-on-one time with him lol.

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[scoonsalicious]

Bonus: Iron Man 1; 1/?

So, I decided to re-watch Iron Man tonight, and I started thinking about how Pocket would fit into existing MCU narratives. So, here's a little bonus, taking place during the first Iron Man movie. This might turn into something, it might not. For now, just a little fun thing I did, mostly so I could write more Pocket/Tony (even though she hasn't been given the nickname 'Pocket' yet). Enjoy!

“Only you would fuck a girl who called you a war profiteer,” you told Tony over the video call from your office in New York. “She still upstairs?”

“Miss Potts should be taking care of her right now,” Tony said as he fiddled with the engine of his 1932 Ford Flathead Roadster in his Malibu garage. 

“How’s that working out, anyway?” you asked, your interest piqued. “She’s lasted loads longer than any of your other personal assistants.”

“She’s good,” Tony said, taking a piece of the car’s engine out and putting it aside. “Very efficient.”

“I like her,” you told him. “I think she’s been good for you.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t need her if you just moved out here permanently,” he told you. 

“And just leave the New York office to Obadiah Stane? I don’t think so,” you said. 

“I don’t know why you hate him so much, Kiddo,” Tony said, turning his focus away from the car and fully onto you.

“He’s the one who hates me,” you clarified. “I’m just matching his energy.”

“I think you’re reading too much into it. He’s a little wary of you, that’s all.”

“He hates that you nominated me for Chief Technical Officer,” you said. “He officially opposed the nomination in front of the board.”

Tony frowned. “When the fuck did that happen? Why wasn’t I informed of it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe if you spent a little less time shooting craps and fucking Vanity Fair reporters, and actually attended a board meeting every once in a while,” you said. 

“I’ll talk to him,” Tony assured you.

“No, don’t,” you protested. “It’s bad enough he thinks I’m just another one of your fangirls. The last thing I need is for you to make a demand on him for my sake.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?” he asked you. “This job is yours– it should be yours. You’ve earned it.”

You sighed. “And I appreciate you saying that. Thing is, I’m not going to prove that by having you tell people. Only way it’s going to happen is if they see what I’m capable of, and if I leave New York for Malibu, they never will.”

“Did I ever tell you you’re very annoying when you make a valid point that goes against what I want?” Tony asked you.

“Frequently. All the time. Why do you think I enjoy doing it so much?”

“You know, I think I liked you better when you were just a stripper,” he said.

You stuck your tongue out at him through the video feed. “Yeah, well, whose fault is it that I’m not anymore?”

“You could always join my flight crew, if you ever wanted back on the pole,” he teased.

“Please,” you scoffed at the suggestion. “You call them dancers? They should be ashamed of themselves.”

“Hey now, what they lack in rhythm, they make up for in other… areas,” Tony smirked. 

“Do you ever get tired of being a giant slut?” you asked affectionately.

“Not yet, but if I do, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Maybe second,” you told him.

“Whaddaya mean?”

“I don’t know– maybe you should tell Miss Potts first,” you grinned. You looked behind him to see the woman in question coming down the stairs through the glass door behind him. “Speaking of which, it’s her birthday today, so be nice.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “How the hell do you know that?” he asked you.

“I pay fucking attention, dumbass,” you said.

Pepper Potts entered the basement, talking on the phone. “You are supposed to be halfway around the world right now,” she said to Tony as she tapped something on her tablet.

“Hey, Pepper,” you called.

“(Y/N), hi,” the other woman said. “How’s the nomination going?”

You shrugged. “Oh, you know, just roadblocks from the patriarchy. No big deal.”

Pepper nodded understandingly at that.

“How’d she take it?” Tony asked Pepper, interrupting your conversation.

“Like a champ,” Pepper offered. 

“Which translates to ‘like an obnoxious bitch,” you chuckled. Pepper winked at you over Tony’s shoulder. “You owe her a raise, Boss,” you told Tony.

“You give a raise,” Tony said. He directed his next words to Pepper: “Why are you trying to hustle me out of here?” 

“Your flight was scheduled to leave an hour and a half ago,” she told him.

“That’s funny,” Tony said as he continued to play with the engine of the Roadster. “I thought with it being my plane and all, that it would just wait for me to get there.”

“This is the flight to Afghanistan?” you asked, and Pepper nodded at you.

“I mean,” Tony spoke over you, “doesn’t it defeat the whole purpose of having your own plane if it departs before you arrive?”

“Ignore him, Pepper,” you said, turning to face your computer monitor. “Tony, if you don’t get your ass to the airport right now, I’m going to hack into JARVIS’s system right now and swap all your playlists from metal to nineties bubblegum pop.”

“You wouldn’t.” Tony said, standing up and wiping his hands on a towel.

“Don’t test me, Boss,” you threatened. “This is a huge-ass contract.”

Inside Tony’s garage, the opening notes of Hanson’s MMMBop began to play.

“Fine, enough! You win, you tiny monster!’ Tony grunted, throwing his towel down. 

You immediately cut the music. “Get on that plane,” you warned him. “I’ll know if you don’t.” You gave him a Look. “And Pepper, tell him to stop pulling your pigtails, okay?”

Pepper blushed, but she just nodded.

“Give Rhodey a hug for me,” you told Tony, “and let me know when you land, you absolute dipshit.” You disconnected the call.

“You know,” said Tony, turning back to Pepper, “sometimes I regret ever meeting that kid.”

Pepper smiled. “No, you don’t.”

Tony grinned at her. “No, no I don’t. Not even for a second. Now, about that Jackson Pollock painting…”

#unwanted bonus

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Fly Me to the Moon - by Mcat (8/10)

Everybody loves a love triangle, but I personally think love lines are more dramatic. It's gross when someone you don't like is following you. Especially when you're busy trying to woo the lover you deserve. The tension is nice, and of course this love line turns into stalking. Also, everybody present is a monster. As a bonus.

She's depressed.

She's ugly.

She's poor.

She's lonely enough to accept any kind of attention.

Our protagonist looks boring as heck at first.

Jeongyeon has been stuck in the role of caregiver for too long. Her mother had cancer, and some people just can't handle that. She became feeble, angry, and spoiled. Jeongyeon had no life when her mother was alive, and now that she's dead there's nothing to...do? She just has an old house, booze, and cigarettes. Taeho is a monster. He's a demon(?) called a Clansmen. Being one is super convenient. You are born super smart. You get to live longer. You get to be pretty, but life gets complicated. The Clan is a secret. It runs like a professional sort of cult. Clan cops and doctors keep everything hushed up, and Clan politicians handle the bribes. Taeho is a piece of shit. His father was also a piece of crap, but Taeho's big brother is Leader. The leader of a huge Clansmen branch. Taegyung is a responsible and good monster guy. He's also kinda Taeho's father AND brother. The slow aging process creates alot of complex relationships. Taeho is spoiled. Everybody lets him do crime and shit because of Taegyung.

Taeho might be spoiled, but life with a brother for a dad kinda stinks. Taeho got married to please everybody. He married a perfect Clan princess, but then he killed her. Taeho is a member of the Seo branch. That means he's really powerful. So powerful that...um...when he takes a wife and has a baby said wife can go insane. His wife ATE his first child. He got angry and he ripped apart the princess. Everybody is blaming him, because he executed her without thinking about what her powerful family would do. He was a terrible husband. Her family wants his head on a plate in exchange for her death...which kinda is unfair. Her insanity wasn't really his fault...and she literally ate a baby, but he should have just captured her. Taeho was almost eaten by his mom as well...so um...yeah he was never going to be normal. Taeho and Taegyung get pressured to marry and have heirs near constantly, because they're so strong, despite the huge insanity risk.

I completely understand why this guy grew up into a bad guy, but he sucks.

He gaslights Jeongyeon. He hangs out at her place while he hides from the Clan that wants him dead. He has no idea how to be affectionate, and he treats Jeongyeon like garbage, even after he develops a crush on her.

Taegyung has to clean up Taeho's mess. Jeongyeon gets bitten. Taeho does it to punish her. To bind her to him and make her more submissive. Taegyung takes over and he does the Clan bond the proper way. Jeongyeon doesn't trust him at first, but they get along well. Taegyung doesn't want an heir because of the whole cannibal wife thing. He can't fully hate Taeho, because he should have never felt pressured to marry in the first place. He starts to realize his brother can't be saved when he gets to know Jeongyeon.

They share cigarettes. They're bonded so they feel some attraction...but nothing happens. Taegyung must marry a princess. He gets pestered about it daily. The bond doesn't mean they're married or anything. It just means Taegyung was the one who helped her body transform. Jeongyeon is prettier now and she's also rich. She gets an expense card, and Taegyung lets her leave.

The leader of the Yu Clan is still very angry. Jeongyeon suffers because she knows Taeho. Everybody assumes she's his mistress, just because Taeho didn't kill or eat her. Jeongyeon gets stalked by demons who want revenge. Taegyung doesn't hover too much, because he's worried. Being a Seo sucks. He feels immensely possessive of Jeongyeon. He tries to put duty first, and he doesn't actually want to lock her up in his mansion. He just gets the urge. It makes him feel like he's not himself.

This guy tries to kill Jeongyeon...but he's really nice. The dead princess was like a sister to him. He hates Taeho because he's a bastard that never gets punished for his crimes. In the end he protects Jeongyeon from Taeho. Taeho comes back acting like a brat right away. He demands to know why Jeongyeon bonded with his brother, which is a joke. He left her bleeding on the floor. The change would have killed her. Taegyung saved her life. Taeho made her a monster without permission, just to scare her into obeying him.

He's the most unattractive kind of yandere.

Jeongyeon eventually becomes strong enough to stand up to him on her own. She didn’t want this life. She didn’t want the money. She was just trying to rebuild after the long and painful death of her mother. Taeho made her life worse. Taegyung makes it better. The choice is obvious. Jeongyeon never wavers. She let Taeho crash on her couch because she was lonely, but no more. No more pity. She slaps him every time she meets him. She rejects the idea that abuse is love.

Chengcheng is the perfect Clan princess. She wants to marry Taegyung. She's been waiting since she turned twelve years old. She thinks she is entitled to him. She thinks Jeongyeon is just another pitiful pet project to Taegyung, just like his loser brother Taeho. She's wrong. Taegyung is getting worse by the day. He keeps fantasizing about hunting down Jeongyeon. That's just the way his bloodline is.

Taegyung starts to interfere more. He shows up whenever Jeongyeon is in trouble. He's clearly not willing to let Taeho drag her off and treat her like a pet. He wants to treat her like a princess. Everybody is shocked by how naive Jeongyeon is. She thinks Taegyung is a total gentleman, but his Clan knows he has spilled more blood than anyone else. I'm not saying he's not a nice guy. He's fair to humans and he tried his best to be a parent for Taeho, but now I think he's going to rip Taeho's face off.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Fly Me to the Moon

[dreamsgazer]

Day 1 - Decorations

12 Days of Christmas

“And what is this?”

The Twins turn to look at you, and find you staring at a small decoration, quietly hanging from a branch of Tangerine’s humongous Christmas tree. It’s a kind of star-shaped piece of cardboard with some fake red berries and a half smashed pine cone, all clumsy attached with a hyper abundance of glue.

It’s a stark contrast with the rest of bubbles and ornaments adorning the tree, which Tangerine has very possibly ordered in a store where the price tags contain too many zeroes for your bank account.

You gently brush your fingertips on the pinecone. Lemon sends you a warm smile, winking from above the cup of hot chocolate in his hands “Do you like it?”

The tone seems casual, but you can sense a hidden meaning somewhere in the question. Surprisingly, his brother seems very interested in your answer as well.

You smile, nodding “I think it’s a very cute decoration. I like the berries the most!”

Lemon’s pleased smile can lit the room by itself “ ‘knew you had good taste! That was a Christmas present for Tangerine. I made it when we were seven.”

You look at him in surprise, and in doing so notice Tangerine’s cheeks flush.

Lemon continues, with a proud smirk “He kindly beat the crap out of a kid who stole the only Christmas present our foster family at the time could afford to give me.”

“That little prick,” mutters Tangerine, shaking his head with a deep scowl on his face “His parents got plenty of money, but he thought it would have been funny to grab other kids’ stuff!”

Lemon affectionately pats on his brother’s shoulder “Now, now, all was good at the end, but since Tangerine smashed his present on that little bully’s head, it seemed only fair I reimbursed him.”

“That’s actually a very sweet story,” you murmur gently, not wanting to sound condescending or to hurt their feelings using the wrong words. It’s so rare for any of them to open up about their past, that you want to treat the moment with the grace and care it deserves.

Lemon winks “Would you like it if I make you one as well? You know, since you are part of the family and all, now that you and my brother are an official couple?”

You can’t help but grin at the very posh and fake solemn accent Lemon uses. Tangerine scoffs, but the glint in his eyes betrays his pleasure in hearing you two interact like that.

You throw a smile at your boyfriend and Tangerine looks at you with a flick of unexpected tenderness, gently grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him “We could hang them together on the tree.”

You kiss Tangerine’s cheek, before Lemon scoffs “Oh, get a room you two lovebirds! But first, get me some berries and some paper!”

#tangerine bullet train #lemon bullet train #lemon and tangerine #tangerine x reader

[alabamasweettea]

a love letter to you, my inspiration

( for @negans-lucille-tblr )

i remember the moment i first became embroiled in this (affectionately) fic writing crap. it was your blog; as i scrolled through random Dean/reader/Sam fics because i have an awful mind XD

i clicked on one of your wincest/reader fics and i gotta say i was hooked. the writing style, delicious angst, scrumptious smut, just everything i was looking for was right there in one piece of writing. i don't think i've ever felt so satisfied by a fic before.

that fic is what inspired me to write; i just want you to know.

i want to make other people feel that way. it's why i continue to plod along and make fics.

it's super sad that you're going away; the community is losing a tremendous writer and i wish i would have given more support instead of watching from the shadows all the time.

oh well. we'll miss you.

❤️❤️❤️

#i hope this isn't offensive but it's from the heart #writers on tumblr #lack of engagement has killed this writer #love letters

[lady-october]

Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only) Previous Chapters : 1-9 on Archive of Our Own

Story Content : 18+, Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Dom/Sub, Sadism/Masochism, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Breath play, Dirty talk.

Summary :

“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.” She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him? This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.

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Chapter 10: Tear me to pieces, sell me for parts

Chapter title is lyrics from "Doomed"

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The soft whirring of a vacuum could be heard in the distance as I came to. I pried my eyes open to see sun beams painting the walls in shades of warm yellow through the gaps of the hotel room curtains. 

Then a couple of things happened in quick succession. 

I noticed the warm body nestled into me from behind, and the arm so lovingly wrapped around me, which I was holding onto just as affectionately. Aside from my mouth feeling like I’d had a serving of sand for breakfast, I couldn’t have been more comfortable.

As I was laying there, trying to simply relax for once, the memories from last night began to swim back to me; Oli’s attempt at making me jealous, me actually becoming jealous – which was a whole other can of worms that required dealing with at some point – and of course, the sex. 

Unease settled in as I knew I’d have to confess the choking went too far, although this morning didn’t seem like the right time.

In the back of my mind I knew that no time would probably ever feel like the right time, but I pushed that aside.

So much for relaxing.

As my mind was roaming, I had mindlessly let my eyes roam as well, and after a couple of seconds it became obvious that I wasn’t currently in Oli’s room, but my own. I frowned, realising I couldn’t remember how we ended up here. It also occurred to me that because I was already in my room, I didn’t even have the option to slip out unnoticed this morning. 

I felt the seeds of panic begin to grow in my gut, but I firmly decided to push them aside with the rest of things I didn’t want to think about right now.

Which was becoming a frighteningly long list of things.

Before I chickened out, knowing I couldn’t keep ignoring him forever, I made the rash decision to let my hand caress his arm, gently testing if he was awake. As my fingers traced the patterns on his skin, my gaze followed, causing me to look down and make yet another discovery.

Am I naked?

I didn’t get a single moment to sit with that thought as he immediately spoke up from behind.

“Morning, love.” 

His tone was low and relaxed, yet alert; he must have been awake already.

Crap, what now?

Wishing I’d taken just a second to figure out how to behave this morning before seeing if he was awake, especially considering I couldn’t remember big parts of the night, I did the only thing that came to mind; make smalltalk.

“How did you sleep?” My dry throat strained to get the words out.

“Some nightmares, hope I didn’t wake you.” 

As he spoke he removed the arm I had been caressing in order to push the hair away from my shoulder and gently kiss the sore skin there. The emotional discomfort I was experiencing faded, instead being replaced with embers of desire.

“No, I was out cold.” I answered with a grin.

I let myself roll onto my back to face him, and I was met by large hazel eyes, framed by the remnants of eyeliner from the concert, looking down at me. His hair was unusually tousled, his face more stubbly than most days, yet all of this just made him look even more beautiful in the warm glow of the morning light. 

As he was scanning my face his relaxed expression shifted to contain hints of sadness.

“Really bad nightmares then?” I asked vaguely, not wanting to pry in case it was a sore subject for him.

I placed my hands on his chest to feel him, to comfort him, as he broke eye contact and let an awkward smile appear on his features. I was about to speak up, tell him that it’s alright, we don’t need to talk about it, when everything started to seem just that tad bit too familiar. 

My hands on his chest, me looking up at him, his nervous expression…

Before I knew it the memories hit me with the force of a tsunami, and I was immediately transported back to the crisp night air, leaning against the outer wall of the hotel. His words swimming around my head in one big jumbled mess; his reasons for almost relapsing our first night together, how negatively he views himself, and of course – how he feels about me.

‘I think I’m falling for you, Alice.’

I swallowed, noticing my nails digging into his chest. 

Whatever seeds of panic I had managed to push to the side was back, and multiplying at an alarming rate.

He looked down at my hands, then back at me with a deep frown. My panic must have been written all over my face cause he started to pull away.

“I think it’s time for me to get going.” He said coldly, before he sat up and bent over to collect his trousers, slipping into them. I found myself grabbing wordlessly for him as he was getting ready to leave, but to no avail. He was clearly in a rush as he didn’t even bother to slip his shirt on, instead flinging it over his shoulder, taking long strides towards the door.

More panic was building in my chest; a mixture of the memories of his words, but also because him leaving now felt inexplicitly horrible, and I couldn’t just let it happen.

So I shot up into a sitting position and yelled after him, “Wait!”

He stopped, looking back at me. There was so much hurt in his eyes, causing an ache in my own chest merely from the sight of him. 

But at least he’d stopped.

I scrambled to think of anything to say, or do. 

Then it hit me.

Feeling awkward about being completely naked considering the current situation, I still decided to get out of bed and walk up to him. He watched me with intense curiosity during every step, only adding to how extremely, painfully aware I was of the fact that I wasn’t wearing anything at all.

Pushing through, I positioned myself in front of him, and demanded what I wanted. 

“Give me your phone.” I said boldly, trying to forget about my state.

His head tilted to the side, faint signs of the same playfulness from last night flickered across his features, “Why?”

“Cause I said so.” I retorted, a lot more shyly this time. 

He squinted at me for a moment, then his gaze dropped to my body – just for a second – but it was enough to make me squirm. Thankfully he didn’t let me suffer for long, as he finally reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone, and handed it to me.

I took it off of him in a hurry, only to realise it was locked.

Of course it was. 

When I looked back up at him he was fighting a smile, obviously trying to make this simple task as difficult for me as possible .

Sighing, I handed it back to him, “Unlock it.” I said, hoping he’d simply do it. I tried to muster up the same boldness from earlier, but it fell short.

He inclined his head slightly, causing his eyes to darken as he asked, “Demanding, aren’t we?”

He didn’t break eye contact as he took the phone back. I thought I’d won, but alas.

“Say please.” 

While laid back and teasing, the words were an order, making my attempts at boldness sound pathetic.

I looked up at him, pleading as I spoke, moreso to end my suffering at this point than to get my way.

“Please.” I said softly.

He held my gaze for a moment longer, and I could tell something in him relaxed and gave in, then he proceeded to unlock the phone and place it in the palm of my hand. 

Wasting no time, I went straight to his contacts, adding myself in a hurry and sent myself a single period – both to double check that I’d key’d everything in correctly, but also so I’d have his number saved. I heard my phone vibrate from across the room, then I left the chat open and handed the phone back to him. 

“At least this way we can chat whenever we want.” I said quietly, folding my arms – both to cover myself out of discomfort, but also because I was feeling unsure about my gesture. My hope was that it showed I cared on some level, despite being overwhelmed by his confessions from last night.

The phone disappeared into his pocket, “Alright, thanks.” He said with a smile, but I couldn’t tell if it was forced or not.

In fact, he was significantly harder to read than usual.

I nervously smiled back at him before he continued towards the exit. 

Right before he left he shot me one last sly glance.

“Clothes don’t do you justice, love.” He said with a much more genuine smile, causing my nerves to ease, and my own smile to soften.

Sadly my gesture hadn’t been as effective as I hoped.

After barely having enough time to shower and get ready, it was time to checkout and get going. When everyone had gotten on the bus and we were ready to set off, I couldn’t help but feel disappointment over the fact that Oli had positioned himself as far away from me as possible, and avoided eye contact while doing so.

I stared at the open chat on my phone as Liam pulled out of the hotel parking lot, wondering if I should message him, realising I didn’t know what to say. 

Do I ask if he’s okay? No, I knew he wasn’t. Also if he wanted to talk about it he would have done that this morning instead of leaving in a hurry. 

I could send him a stupid meme, or some of the hilarious fan art I’d been collecting over the past weeks, one of which depicting the band members as different dairy products – somehow turned sexual. 

Yet something so light-hearted felt inappropriate, almost as if I was overlooking his pain and trying to sweep it under the rug.

Frowning, I put my phone away for now, feeling defeated.

Hours passed and the city scenery turned into desert landscapes. Oli hadn’t said a word to me, either via text or in person, and I was growing increasingly impatient. I had managed to position myself across from him again after many attempts at offering the guys snacks and drinks hoping he would speak up, but to no avail. I had even attempted to join in on the conversations, something I very rarely did unless directly spoken to, but only the other band members had responded to me.

When everything else failed I instead tried to stare at him less, attempting to stay sane, knowing looking at him only caused me to spiral further, but muscle memory took over and I found myself stealing the usual glances.

And of course he looked as hot as ever.

While still casual, he appeared slightly more dressed up than the first day on the bus. A grey sleeveless shirt adorned with some satanic looking symbol, paired with ripped black jeans. But it was his hair that made him look a bit more put together, as whatever product he’d put in it caused his curls to cascade more controlled and defined as they framed his face. 

Meanwhile I felt like a slob. Bare face, more tour merch, and some simple shorts. Knowing that comfort and practicality had to come first as we were spending at least two nights on the bus.

I was staring with contempt at the stupid, lonesome period I sent from Oli’s phone, when Liam spoke up from the driver's seat, “There’s a diner up ahead we can stop at, they have some incredible pancakes if you guys want to stop for a while.”

After having been cramped up on the bus all day, only having had random snacks, everyone agreed they could use a hot meal and stretch their legs.

Or so I thought, but as we started filtering out of the bus I heard Oli speak up behind me. I turned around to see him holding Lee's arm, having stopped him to talk, “Bring me back some pancakes, will ya? Slept absolutely horrid, think I’ll have a quick nap.”

“Sure mate.” Lee responded casually.

I saw a chance to get him alone, and I pounced, “I’ll get them for you!” I said in a hurry, only just catching Oli’s look of disapproval before turning on my heels and evacuating the vehicle.

I tried not to be alarmed over the fact that I had made yet another rash decision, but adrenaline was hitting me as we were walking into the diner, causing my mind to run in circles, filling it with every thought imaginable, which was about as useful as having no thoughts at all.

A bell chimed as we stepped through the doors. It was a charming little place, everything painted in bright retro colours, and smelled like heaven. Everyone ordered too much food for any one person, and I got myself and Oli some coffee and a container of pancakes each.

As I was about to leave with my order, hoping no one would notice the fact that Oli hadn’t wanted his order until we were all heading back, Liam stopped me. 

“I’ll keep the lads here as long as I can, which I’m sure won't be hard since we’ve been on that bus all day – and isn’t this just the most adorable place?” He asked, moreso as a comment than a question, because he continued before I could get a word in, “but will you please use at least some of the time to actually talk to him?”

I squinted at him, realising Liam once again knew entirely too much, “Don’t worry, I will.” 

And for once I actually intended to talk to him. The problem was I didn’t have a single clue what to say, my mind having gone uncomfortably and unfortunately blank. All I was certain of was that I wanted us to move past this as quickly and pain-free as possible. 

A confusing concoction of fear was stirring inside me; a mixture of so many emotions I didn't know where to start untangling them, so I took one last deep breath, as if attempting to exhale the fears, before stepping back onto the bus.

Unsurprisingly he had not gone for a nap, instead he was sitting on the sofa, his attention entirely on his phone. All the lights were off in the bus, but the sun was still high in the sky, shining brightly through the windscreen causing the light to bounce off of every surface, painting the interior in similar warm shades as the hotel room this morning.

Before taking a seat I decided to press the button to both close and lock the bus door – just in case, then I placed his coffee and pancakes on the little table next to the sofa, and sat down across from him.

Wordlessly, he opened the pancake container, grabbed a pancake with his bare hands and took a large bite, his attention immediately returning to his phone, making it very apparent he had no intention of speaking to me.

Bastard.

So I took a sip of my coffee, and purely out of frustration, I gave in and broke the unbearable silence.

“Stop ignoring me.” 

Direct and to the point, but maybe with a bit more attitude than I had wanted.

“I’m not.” He responded casually, taking another bite.

Annoyed with his response, I retorted with evidence proving the contrary, “You haven’t messaged me all day.”

“Neither have you.”

I felt the pressure of frustration building inside me, threatening to reach some type of boiling point. Realising that I didn’t have the words in me to correct this, I decided to try action. 

I got up from my chair and walked up to him, stopping right by his feet.

Angrily, he glared up at me and threw the remainder of the pancake back into the container.

Knowing this might be a terrible idea, out of desperation, I decided to go through with my plan regardless of his anger.

So I began straddling him.

And to my surprise, he let me. 

While he never stopped glaring at me, I could thankfully feel his hand slide up my thigh, disappearing under the fabric of my shorts to cup my bare ass.

“I didn’t stay on the bus to do this, Alice.” The anger on his face was seeping into the tone of his words, but I wasn’t going to get discouraged just yet. I needed to get out of this stalemate between us as badly as I needed air at this point.

“Do you want me to stop?” I said as I leaned forward to kiss his neck, where it appeared the source of his wonderful scent lingered, instantly igniting a flame in me.

I felt his fingers dig into the softness of my behind in response.

“Do you remember everything I told you last night, outside the hotel?”

Tension spread through my body at his question, but I was intent on not letting it show.

“I do.” I responded casually between kisses.

“Are you scared?”

My tension multiplied, but I managed to keep myself in check as I responded, “Yes.” 

While my reaction to the question was dishonest, there was no need for my answer to be, as he already knew about my fears.

“Do you still trust me, after all the shit I pulled last night?”

With each question I felt increasingly cornered, and despite being sure about my answers, I couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t enough.

“Yes.”

A beat passed as I continued kissing his neck.

“I don’t believe you.”

My eyebrows knotted into a frown before I leaned back to look at him in disbelief at his statement.

“Fuck you.” While my words were harsh, they came casually, moreso to punctuate that his statement was absurd.

Suddenly his hand was at my throat, gripping me painfully like many times before, causing my nails to dig into his shoulders, the fabric there creasing and bunshing.

“You lied to me last night, doesn’t show a lot of trust, does it?”

His tone was unchanged from his previous questions, but his eyes were ablaze, staring intensely into mine as he held me in his vision. The action made it extremely obvious he was referring to my response to the choking last night; how I’d falsely told him it wasn’t too much.

Only a couple of seconds passed before his grip loosened substantially, causing me to relax as the pain fell away. But he kept his hand there, possessively holding my neck, clearly expecting answers.

I didn’t know what to respond since I didn’t quite understand why I’d lied myself, beyond feeling like it would prove some unspoken point about us. 

Which I really didn’t like. 

So instead of answering, I decided to resort to my own interrogation.

“Then why did you push me that far?” I asked awkwardly, his strong hand on my neck stopping me from opening my mouth fully as I spoke.

Both his hand and eyes relaxed at my question, his thumb began gently tracing my jawline slowly as he spoke, “Because you claim the most dangerous mistake you made the past decade was not taking any risks...” His eyes fell to my lips, then to my neck, ”So you’ve decided to let me do anything to your body, no matter how dangerous. That’s not taking a risk, love. It’s just being bloody stupid.” 

I felt another frown appearing on my features. I was about to speak up, but he pulled me towards him, kissing my neck with the same tenderness he’d been tracing my jawline with, fanning the flames of the fire building inside me, making my hand slip into his softer than usual hair. 

I could feel my body wanting to give up on this conversation, to start grinding my hips down on him and demand more, when he pulled away.

His eyes met mine and I saw the same desperation I was experiencing inside them, but there was also sadness there as he placed his hand on my chest, splaying his fingers.

“...Yet, when it comes to your heart, that’s off limits, innit?” He asked softly, the visible desperation turning significantly more emotional.

My words came even softer than his, his sadness echoing inside me, “I never said that.”

His hand on my chest fell away, “Well, is it?”

While scrambling inside my head, and my heart, for any type of answers I could offer him, I could feel my face contorting and straining along with me. After a moment of watching me struggling to provide him with as much as a noise, he spoke up.

“I’m not asking for your fucking hand in marriage, I’m not even asking you on a date. I just want to know if I even stand a chance here, or if you never see this going any further than this. Cause if it’s the latter, if you already know you only want sex from me, regardless of how brilliant it is…” A sombre grin made a quick appearance before falling away again as he continued,  “I’m gonna need us to stop.”

While I hated the thought of stopping more than I could express, I felt a lot of sympathy for him, and the last thing I wanted to do was to cause him more suffering than I already had. But the truth is I needed more time; time to sort through the neglected mess inside me that consisted of more questions than answers. 

With that knowledge, do I just turn him down now in order to potentially cause him less damage in the long run?

A wave of pain washed over me at the thought, causing me to recoil from the idea.

He must have seen it on my face, as the same pain was mirrored on him, painted all over him. Even the pattern his fingers mindlessly trailed on my back was dripping in hurt and longing.

“Do you remember our conversation on the plane, when I told you I’d destroy you if we kept going?” He asked, sounding almost close to tears.

I nodded.

“Since the reverse is a bit more likely, I need you to know that if you’re gonna destroy me, I’d much prefer if you did it sooner rather than later.” He said, giving me a dejected smile.

My heart ached at his words.

“I can’t tell you how badly I want to give you answers, but I’m… I want to say confused, but I don’t feel like that’s a strong enough descriptor.”

He searched my face, his fingers brushing away a loose lock of hair from my cheek.

“Confused, or scared, love?” He asked, referring to the fears I had expressed to him the other night, regarding having something – anything – worth losing.

“I really wish I knew.” I answered honestly, “Oli, I’m sorry, this is probably the last thing you want to hear, but I could really use some time.”

He huffed out a laugh, “That’s not the last thing I want to hear.” 

The smile I gave him was meek, realising the stupidity of what I’d just said.

“And yeah, you can have some time.” He responded with most of the sadness no longer evident on him, leaving me to wonder if he pushed it aside, or if he felt some hope.

I thanked him and started to push off of him, upset but completely understanding of the fact that the sexual delights would have to stop while I figured some things out.

To my surprise he pulled me right back down on him.

I stared at him in confusion, his intense gaze falling to my lips as he spoke. 

“...But while I wait, I’m willing to take the risk.”

Then his fingers laced into my hair and pulled me towards him, guiding me in for a kiss so heated I thought I’d combust on the spot.

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#oli sykes fic #oli sykes #oli sykes fan fiction #bring me the horizon #smut #you got a taste now #Next chapter is almost ready as well ♥ #oli sykes x reader

[thewibblylever]

This is most likely not going to be coherent

Hello! First, I’d like to say this fandom is wonderful! You guys are so accepting and nice and honestly have some of the best fanart I’ve ever seen!

Second, I don’t want this post to come off as negative. I really hope it doesn’t but we’ll see!

Aziraphale should not have stayed. Crowley should not have went with him. They were not on the same page at all, to be honest here they were in separate books! Aziraphale might have wanted to fix heaven, he might have been drugged by metatron, he might have had some weird plan that we didn’t know. But that’s the thing, because he didn’t actually say anything about anything. He just said come with me. We also don’t know if he’s the most reliable narrator, so what he and the metatron actually said is unknown.

We knew what Crowley was thinking for most of the final fifteen because we follow him. He talks with Nina, and decides to “confess” to Aziraphale. As we all know, he also said nothing important. He kind of skidded around the big picture and said come with me but in some weird roundabout way that was sweet but confusing.

They both did not communicate at all and they only said what was safe in their world so that nothing would fall apart. I love both of these characters to pieces but these 2 gay disasters (affectionate) need to get their crap together before they can be together.

Lastly, I don’t think that Crowley’s intentions with the kiss were very innocent. Obviously, he wanted to show his love for Aziraphale but he also wanted to tempt him into staying. I think he was trying to manipulate Aziraphale into giving in, and that is why Aziraphale says “I forgive you”. Because if you think about it like that it’s kind of a shitty move.

Neither of them were willing to listen to the other and if they can’t listen then that conversation was not gonna work. I’m so excited for s3 though because I love these adorable idiots and I really hope things work out because I’m still not ok from s2.

Also I don’t really know what the point of this post was I just kinda wrote things

#good omens #crowley x aziraphale #good omens s3 #crowley is amazing but sometimes he makes me want to throw things #same with aziraphale #im still very very ill from last season #idk at this point #this was my s2 therapy

[larsthefishoil]

Imma be honest I miss most of this stuff, but there are so many goddamn rottmnt comics. (Affectionate)

I know we all want the show to continue, I'm on the train boys but there are so many people making content for rottmnt that it's hard to keep track of?? All of the art styles are fantastic and fuse personal style with the shows esthetic, which is great. But I keep running into the "issue" of seeing a comic and being like oh, it's that slushy artist- I'm not @ing peope- but no it's a different comic where Leo got separated from the group/got captured by the kraang. Or seeing so many art posts I start to immediately recognize the artist, like the people that have a bit more turtle-accurate take on the designs. Or something something it goes on endlessly.

Honestly, when the movie came out, what was that last year or so, I was like cool! That was a fantastic movie, but it seemed like the end of the show. Like the creator's managing to spill out their last piece before everything was truely done. I've never seen fans keep up so long and persistently that a show actually comes back after its network killed it on purpose and it ended like four years ago.

I kinda thought the brain rot would dribble out to nothing eventually but NO we're still goin strong many years later asking for the show to continue, which is so cool!

It's just funny how within the brain rot of wanting to see the show finished, people have just. Continued the story in their own vision. Like it's the way fandom works but still its weird to watch it all unfold in such a unique way. I've seen fandoms slowly die down from the fad while their shows/books/movies/whatever are still running, and the fan content just slows to a crawl. But tmnt is completely the opposite.

I left last year cause rottmnt fans were crapping too much on the other shows. But I've been back now for a solid amount of months and everyone's been waiting so long I see so many new perspectives than just 12 bashing and rottmnt is the best iteration. Even older fans from the 03 show have shown up again/new fans like me that dived into the show recently. PLUS I run into posts about the 87 show and the comics too! It's so cool that while we were all sitting around in the metaphorical waiting room for rottmnt to get renewed we just kept on chugging along and expanded into other iterations to have more space. Granted, it is mostly rottmnt, which I don't mind, but still!! Plus we all seemed to learn the lesson on not judging a new tmnt iteration by it looking weird/different and I saw so many posts welcoming mutant mayhem with open arms!

Idk if people will get what I'm saying or not but I'm just throwing the thought out there.

#tmnt #rottmnt #save rottmnt #rambles #also if anyone sees this send me fics pls<3 *grabby hands*

[hadescure]

Well, that simply won’t do. Not only has the good doctor spent way too much time on research lately, he hasn’t even noticed Haze sneaking into the room, casually glancing over his shoulders at the stacks of books piling on the table. From the looks of it, he really needs a change of pace, and she’s brought just the thing to provide it.

“Nyasclepius~” Leaning all the way over his shoulders from behind, Haze sets a box, decorated with chaotically placed stamped on paw prints, on one of the book stacks. “Did mew furrget what day it is today? Time to take a break and have a treat~”

She removes the box’s lid and reveals—well. Inside, there’s an odd assortment of small chocolates, some in the shape of cats, others in the shape of snakes. While ordinary chocolate provides the base of the treats, colourful mixtures using white chocolate serve as decorative elements. There are some green, mint-flavoured stripes here, some pink, strawberry-flavoured dots there, some added facial features and other questionable design choices haphazardly added wherever the “artists” pleased. Although the used moulds ensure solid shapes as a base, these chocolates look as far from professional as they come. They quite resemble the style of a child’s drawing instead.

“The kittens helped to make these. Hopefully, you’ll like them~” Though a cursory glance over the treats reveals multiple thefts that have already taken place. “Hm? I’m pawsitively sure there used to be a lot more catnip-flavoured chocolates in here… Well, the kits deserved some rewards for their hard work, too. Anymeow, enjoy~”

Upon hearing his name—though said quite liberally—Asclepius lifts his head away from the book in a slow motion, as if needing to physically pull himself to the surface from a sea of scientific text. Naturally, his expression creases at being told to take a break he does not need, especially when it is done so affectionately. But the presence of a pout lasts mere seconds as Haze places the box in his line of sight, its contents soon revealed.

"... What?" He breathes out, trying to mask the surprise in his voice. And, perhaps, it could be convincing enough at that. However, his body language tells no lies while his shoulders tense beneath Haze's embrace.

In their many shapes and adolescent colors, the chocolates strike an immediate chord that leaves Asclepius stunned. They were made for him by the hands of a set of feline misfits that somehow had come into the orbit of his life and made a space there. Patients—he has to remind himself. Yet, it's a profoundly strange feeling finding proof ( physical or otherwise ) of how easily they have made themselves into a part of his existence, and he a part of theirs.

Like with this box of sweets.

A sleeve absently drifts towards his mouth, and Asclepius startles to find himself gaping. Crap. It's quickly schooled into an air of disinterest as he reaches for the box, almost hesitantly drawing it closer to himself. Here, the doctor chooses a snake-shaped piece from the available selection to eat, its dark decorations depicting something akin to a many-toothed hissing serpent.

"Tch ... " It's sweet and delicious; because of it, he cannot help but fall back into a doctor's habit. Asclepius does his best to turn to Haze from his position, offering a sharply disappointed look. "These are not medicine chocolates to eat so many. Though, I suppose it can be an exception today."

Some part of himself curses for chasing down rabbit holes of medical hypotheses and not noticing the date or time. Asclepius will have to make amends to gift Haze more medicine sweets for the holiday—the children, too. Patients. Or, maybe—

He picks a cat-shaped choco this time and holds it up for her. "That goes for you, as well. What, of course, I am sharing these with you."

#meowtlaw #⚰️ #totally a smooth recovery and no signs of admiration or love here #inbox.

[a-bucket-of-trash]

The Garden of Horrors- Kelvin x Female Reader – Part 16/?

Part 15

You were sitting in the chair in the bunker, looking thoughtfully at the military radio on the table in front of you. It was noon, two days had passed, you would have to listen to Fisheye on the other end, any minute. But the minutes passed and longer you were sighing. If he wasn't communicating with you, it was because the radio on island four wasn't working. That was your best chance to escape and to think that it might not work, it was not the most pleasant news for you.

Kelvin saw you sigh for the 984th time, he knew you were tensing up, so he did his usual action to keep you calm, bending down, hugging your neck from behind, leaving his head attached to yours, cheek to cheek, squeezing you gently.

"Pretty sweet boy" You stroked his head "You're stupidly intuitive..."

"Umm?" He put his ear to your neck “Ag..ain…”

"You are intuitive" You said, louder and clearer "Beautiful"

Kelvin chuckled softly before kissing your cheek hard.

Since you had given in to the feelings you felt for that man, you had met a Kelvin who was even more sweet, close and affectionate, which you loved. You felt absolutely safe with him around and it was thanks to him that the idea of spending more days on that island was not affecting you so much. Beside him, that garden of horrors was transformed into a slightly chaotic paradise.

You read the written piece of paper that he had put in front of you, with a “Don't worry, Fisheye won't abandon us. He's going to get us out of here, be patient."

Of course he wouldn't, the soldier knew that well. He trusted his friend, not only because of the old friendship that had existed between them for a long time, but also because he knew him. Fisheye took his missions seriously, and what he said, he did. If he'd told he'd get you out of there, he'd follow through, one way or another.

You were going to take the paper to write to him, but Kelvin pushed it away, shaking his head, with a smile.

"What?" You smiled. "Give me that." You held out your hand.

"Nou" He denied, pointing at your neck "You... nomore writhe... Speakss me"

"Stubborn" You rolled your eyes and exposed your neck for him to put his ear to your skin and you spoke as soon as he was touching to you "I have patience" You said, clearly "I can wait a couple of years with you"

He pulled away, only to look at you, content and give a long, softened "awwwwwwwww", before jumping up and giving you a dozen affectionate kisses on the lips.

During that day, there was no contact with Fisheye, although you were lucky two days later, hearing him speak from the other side.

"Fisheye!" You replied, happy "I hear you!"

“SEXY GIRL, HELLO!” He greeted, happy “Finally! Sorry for the delay, this crap was not working well! How are you!?"

“Don't yell so much” You laughed, with Kelvin sitting on the floor, between your legs “We're fine, what about you? I'd ask about Alan, but I don't give a shit.” You played with Kelvin's hair.

“I'm fine, island four is clean. Alan continues to be the usual insufferable… unfortunately”

“Ey, eyyy, a couple of good news… Kel is getting some hearing back, he can't hear anything over the air, but ey, I hardly need to write anything to him anymore”

"That's great! Yeah!" He celebrated “And the other one?”

“Ah… erm…” You hesitated, thinking about how to say it “Maybe I listened to you…”

"About what?"

“Kel and I...”

“OHHHH YEAH” You heard him laugh like crazy “MY BRO HAS A GIRLFRIEND HELL YEAH!”

"Calm down..." You gently denied "The important thing, Fisheye. Can you get us out of here?"

“Now that I know the equipment is working, maybe… I need a little time to find and tune in the signal, ask for the ransom, you know… As soon as I have the basic confirmation, I can give you the day and time. A rescue like this, at this distance from the mainland, knowing that we are relatively safe... It can take time... Mmmmm” He murmured thinking “A minimum of 5 days from when they are informed”

"Fuck, why so much?" You spoke, looking at Kelvin, who had merely leaned against you to watch you speak, as if he were more concerned with watching you than anything else. "Can't it be earlier?" You used your free hand to gently caress his face, absently.

“Let's see, crazy girl… A whole day goes to bureaucracy. Even if it's a rescue, there are calls to make inside the base, that will take out all day one. One day in planning and asking for material and human resources. A day to receive the helicopters, pilots and others. Another day is going to be spent just getting to the islands. If I inform them that we are relatively safe, albeit with potential hostiles, they will prepare well, and that may take a few days."

"Nnnnnnngeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhh" You complained at length with a funny expression that made Kelvin laugh.

“I promise you that I will try to encourage them. Besides, I'll make them go to island four first. I prefer to go personally to rescue you two”

“As long as Alan doesn't come…” You stared at Kelvin, who had taken your hand to kiss your fingers, romantically, looking into your eyes “Oh baby…” You whispered, somewhat seduced.

"OY OY OY, I don't want to hear you doing dirty things" Fisheye said, with a small laugh.

"We're not doing anything, silly…" You muttered, still looking at him, "It's just Kel being cuddly."

“Ah… Have you seen? It's unbearable” He laugh.

"He's extremely affectionate, I adore him" You laughed, looking at him "Love youuuuu"

“Love youuuu tooooo” Kelvin said reading your lips, holding your hand more “U hhoooot”

“Shut up.” You laughed, patting him gently on the cheek.

"Okay, couple of lovebirds" Fisheye said, shaking his head, smiling "I'm going to make the calls and everything, in two days I'll get back to you and give you more information"

“Perfect…” You saw Kelvin lick his lips as he looked at you, caressing your thighs seductively, his eyes fixed on you “Shhh… stop… Kel…” You saw him stand up, now with the difference in height to his benefit “Behave yourself …”

He chuckled softly, caressing your cheek, looking at you, beckoning with his eyes, indicating the perfect height you were.

“Keeeel…” You pointed at the radio “Stop… Fisheye is still listening…”

Kelvin purred, standing closer to you, his waist much closer to your face.

Fisheye was listening. He listened to everything, laughing from his side, celebrating in his own way that his partner was receiving something that was making him moan like a beast.

Part 17

(Slowly coming back, I’m not dead yet lmao) 

#kelvin #sons of the forest kelvin #sotf kelvin #kelvin x reader #sons of the forest

[melibemusca]

a little old place where we can get together

Ligur was lolling on the lovesac in front of the TV when he heard the front door open. He tilted his head back and called, “Game Night?”

“Game Night,” agreed Hastur’s voice from the kitchen, followed by the thunk of a sixpack being set on the counter.

When Ligur had been living with Michael, Game Night had been every Tuesday. Now it was any night that Hastur decided to come over.

Ligur leaned forward to grab the consoles without letting his butt leave the lovesac. The giant beanbag had been on sale when he’d been looking to furnish his new apartment, because nobody wanted swamp green. But Ligur loved swamp green; it went great with his only other piece of furniture, Demon’s terrarium.

Ligur mashed his body to one side of the lovesac and booted up the game, listening to Hastur pop the caps off two bottles. “Hullo, Demon,” muttered Hastur as he walked past the terrarium, sounding as fond as he ever did. Which wasn’t very, but was still more affectionate than Michael had ever been when speaking to Ligur’s pet chameleon. Come to think of it, she never did talk to Demon, she only talked about him, as if he couldn’t hear her.

Hurt both Demon’s and Ligur’s feelings, that did.

The lovesac sank as Hastur dropped onto it. “You need a couch,” he grunted, an important Game Night ritual. They’d agreed during the first Game Night in Ligur’s new apartment that it was pretty weird for two dudes to share the same beanbag, but they could manage as long as it was temporary. Thus the need to regularly reaffirm the imminent acquisition of a couch.

“Yeah,” agreed Ligur, taking the beer that Hastur offered and properly looking at his friend for the first time since he’d walked in the door. Same messy blond hair, hollow eyes, and weird crooked smile. Good. Hastur wasn’t attractive, not that Ligur spend time thinking about what made men attractive, which meant it was even more okay to share the lovesac with him.

“You’re staring,” said Hastur, the side of his mouth pulling up even higher in a grin that other people called creepy.

Ligur liked creepy. He lifted the bottle to his lips and took several long swallows without breaking eye contact. Then he dropped it and wiped his mouth. “Right, let’s play.”

As Ligur took a blade to every body, and Hastur proceeded to rip all riches and life from the land, the space between them shrank. When they were pressed thigh to thigh and shoulder to shoulder, Ligur took his cue for the next part of the ritual. “How’s it going with that Dagon chick?”

Hastur grunted sourly. “Last time she came into the bar, she had some person with her.”

“Guy or girl?”

“Couldn’t tell. Doesn’t matter. Kept a hand on Dagon’s back, ordered for her, made her laugh. Date crap.”

“Maybe–”

“No,” Hastur cut him off.

“Oh.”

Ligur took over capturing and ransoming the young so that Hastur could flay and render flesh, one of his favorite bits. Hastur’s pointy elbow kept jostling Ligur’s side, so he dug his elbow back. After a few rounds of that, Hastur cleared his throat and asked, “How’s Michael?”

That wasn’t in the script. Ligur shrugged. “I think she’s banging Lucifer again.”

Hastur made a face that almost looked like sympathy. It annoyed Ligur. “We broke up,” he reminded his friend.

“Yeah,” said Hastur. “You never told me why.”

“No,” said Ligur shortly. “I didn’t.”

Apparently Hastur was all about the improv tonight. “Always thought it was a bit funny, you dating a girl named Michael.”

“Why?”

“Well. It’s a boy’s name. People ever think you were gay?”

“Sometimes.” Ligur considered that he’d like to be drunk for this conversation, but his beer was empty and he didn’t want to get up for another. Hastur was leaning on him heavily enough that he’d probably fall over. “Why, did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Think I was gay?” There, now they’d both used the word.

“Dunno,” mumbled Hastur. On the screen, they caused the earth’s entrails to exude from its body, and the village paid obeisance in word and tribute.

“We split because of you,” said Ligur.

“Me?”

“Michael said I was more into you than I was into her, and I told her to shut her stupid face, and she kicked me out.”

“Oh,” said Hastur. He dropped his controller and turned to Ligur, and then he was pressing that weird smile right against Ligur’s mouth. So Ligur dropped his controller too, putting his hands in Hastur’s gross hair.

“I have to tell you something,” said Ligur after a bit, sprawled horizontally in the lovesac.

“Yeah?” said Hastur, who was underneath him.

“I’m tired of Animal Crossing. Next Game Night we’re playing Stardew Valley.”

~

Okay so this is what happened. There was a conversation about lovesacs that led to @charlottemadison42 outlining a slobby gamer AU which @moondawntreader proposed applying to maggot husbands and then I said “what game should they be playing” and @goodbyevanny said Animal Planet Crossing and @ack-emma gave me the violent ways to describe real gameplay (and @cassieoh too!) so yeah. Moral of the story, I feel lucky to know such clever people. Also I never tired of getting Ligur and Hastur together in weird ways.

#maggot husbands #good omens hastur #good omens ligur #hastur x ligur #hastur/ligur #good omens human au #good omens ficlet #inspired by friends #enormously enabled by friends #thank you friends

[rattyshipss]

Flash Thompson with an asexual s/o:

(I am not personally asexual so I don't have any first hand experience to go off of but I'm going to try my best to make these as accurate as possible but if anything if wrong or needs to be fixed please let me know!🥰 Gn!reader)

First off, you're gonna have to eventually spell it out for him

It's not that he doesn't know what asexuality is, he just won't put the pieces together until you outright tell him (Or unless Mj has enough of his stupidity)

He could tell something was up he just couldn't put his finger on what

Once he does find out however that may be he is nothing but supportive (Still a little confused at points though but he'll get the accurate info from his bby😌)

Flash genuinly gives me off vibes that he would not mind one bit (Like anyone shouldn't mind😤)

Like he just seems so chill to me in that aspect

I feel like the only issue he'd have with it is feeling worried he's not educated enough on it and frantically asking you EVERYTHING about it

He'd be so protective too if any of his friends make even the smallest joke about it he's on their ass

He's constantly spouting out random facts about it too to people

Like sitting in study hall with a group of people "Did you know asexuality has been around for years and years?" while staring into his phone

I know asexuality is different for everybody and Flash knows that too but sometimes he'd forget when he's being affectionate with you and panic thinking he went too far and made you uncomfortable

He'd always 1000% respect any and all of your boundaries all the way

If there was a lgbt club at your school he's immediately joining (And if anybody tries to give you crap about "Asexuality not belonging in the lgbtq+ community they better hope Flash doesn't find out)

He's kinda an ass sometimes to some people (Like Peter🤦) but overall I imagine him as the BEST boyfriend, like man's would do anything for you and he's gonna make sure you know how loved you are

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@lxsm2 I hope you like them!🥰 I believe this is my last current request from you but I also kinda feel like I forgot one so if I did please let me know!💖 And you're always welcome to request more anytime!🥰

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