#why are y'all sleeping on this smh

[allisonlol]

BSD MEN WHEN YOU HUG YOUR PLUSHIE/PILLOW INSTEAD OF THEM AHHHH IVE BEEN THINKING OF YHIS SINCE FIREVER

a/n: BRO this is so cute?? picked some of my favorite boys for it. ALSO have y'all seen the season 4 trailer?? literally still shaking from it, i am so so happy :D !! jumped around my room screaming cuz i'm a bit unhinged for it

but what i'm NOT so happy about is my ipad completely breaking out of nowhere?? (chuuya's beautifulness in the trailer broke it) so im writing this with my laptop?? sad but at least i can type faster >:)

warnings: NONE just absolute fluff

(Chuuya, Ranpo, Nikolai, Jouno) When You Hug Your Plushie Instead of Them

Chuuya

so chuuya had recently bought you a plushie that you'd been fawning over cuz it was the cutest thing ever (after him, ofc)

litte did he know that it would soon replace him-

that night, chuuya smiled at you when he noticed you hugging the plushie while scrolling on your phone before bed

but he quickly got fed up when he realized you just?? weren't going to cuddle with him too??

regrets buying you that thing REAL quick

nudges your arm and tries to get your attention but you just shoot him a smile and go back to your phone

chuuya's patience meter is miniscule so now he's pissed off (at the plushie tho?? not at you)

does that thing where he'll just sit there and keep sighing dramatically until you ask what's wrong smh

once you do, he's like "NOTHING'S WRONG" but avoids looking you in the eye and instead looks past you or down at the sheets?? and that's when you know he's upset 🤕

you move the plushie aside and open your arms to hug him instead

ngl you knew he wanted to cuddle but thought it would be funny to tease him... APOLOGIZE RN

bro glares at you?? he's trying to give you the cold shoulder but fails and smiles softly cuz you look so cute

grabs you and has a vice grip on you the rest of the night- also probably kicks the plushie to the floor when ur not looking

Ranpo

ranpo is a cuddle bug who wants ALL of your attention on him

so it's safe to say he's not very happy that u have found...something else to hug

ranpo had arrived home late due to detective work, so you'd already fallen asleep while waiting for him

except you struggle to sleep now without hugging something (since you're so used to doing that with him). so you simply grabbed one of ur plushies to hold instead

literally shakes you awake so frantically you think there's an emergency

you're all like "what's going on!! :0" & then bro makes it sound like ur cheating on him??

"i can't believe you would abandon me for...for THAT thing!!!!" points his finger at you all accusingly and everything

snatches the plushie from you and throws it across the room >:0

will then proceed to plop down next to you and just. not speak 😐😐

^ignores your protests as you get up to grab the plushie and gives you the nastiest side eye?? childish i stg

you sigh and prop the plushie at the end of the bed so you can crawl up next to ranpo and wrap your arms around him

he finally stops pouting and melts into ur touch 😽

AAAA I CAN FINALLY USE GIFS FOR THEM

Nikolai

worse than ranpo. like significantly

you'd gone to take a nap and had instinctively fallen asleep hugging ur favorite plushie

nikolai was doing who knows what but ended up entering the room about an hour later

stops dead in his tracks when he sees you...hugging...something ELSE?!

doesn't wake you at first. sneaks over to peer over ur shoulder at what you're holding

partially relieved to see it's just a plushie, but also partially mad because um?? why wasn't it him??

doesn't even bother waking you. just straight up yanks it out of your grasp 💀

you wake up in a panic with this mf LOOMING over you

probably rips it's head off???? or at least threatens to

pls you're lowkey about to cry cuz that's your comfort plushie 😥😥

you literally gotta scramble out of bed and beg him not to destroy it

does the thing where he holds it over ur head but dangles it just out of reach. and this mf is tall asf so good luck with that -.-

you end up just grabbing his arm and pulling his dumbass back to the bed to cuddle him instead

Jouno

ok ngl you did this on purpose to piss him off

i don't blame you cuz it be funny when he's ticked off

you and jouno had been preparing for bed when u decided to play a lil prank on him

it was mostly just to see if he'd even have a reaction?? cuz we all know this man either doesn't give a fuck or he goes off the rails

you'd gotten into bed first and while waiting for him, snatched the plushie you keep on your side and snuggled up next to it

u close ur eyes when you hear him walking into the room and pretend to be falling asleep

his footsteps stop by the bed and he just stands there like 😑???? cuz he can tell by your heartbeat that you're still awake, yet he's wondering why you haven't acknowledged his presence??

so i mean right off the bat this mf knows something's up

gets in bed next to you but goes OUT OF HIS WAY to make sure y'all are not touching in any way petty asf

can tell by the way you're positioned that you're hugging something else close to you

you peek open ur eyes to shoot him a glance but he has the most unreadable expression i stg

internally he is like WHY NOT ME WHY NOT ME but no one else would be able to tell~

by now he's figured out that ur messing with him and does NOT take it lightly. literally sleeps with his back to you and won't acknowledge you until morning

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[shotokimchi]

When Their S/O Is a Seggs God

MINORS DNI

How would they react if their cute lover was like a succubus in bed LMAO Going through some hard stuff so wanted to drop this here to laugh a little JSDFHSDK-

A/N:Sorry for being inactive y'all i swear I'm not ignoring the requests, just preparing for an important exam this year, but I'll be back around Julyyyy

Little side note: Characters are aged up so don't come at me smh

part2 w/Dabi and Midoriya

Bakugo

So we all know that this man doesn't sleep around randomly. My guy dates the "one" for him he's planning to marry you so if you aren't planning about settling down...

Too bad for you missy (Lemme see your ring finger bitch you gonna get wifed up💍)

After taking you out to meet his parents, this chili oil literally falls in love with you (i mean he already did but when he saw how you treated his momma and papa- boy was CHOKING ON HIS HEART❤️) so he decides to take your relationship to the next level.

Needs and excuse to leave early so literally tells his parents that he has a bad case of diarrhea ( Do ya'll know that video LMAO) and drags you out to his car

Lemme tell you he ran over at least 5 red lights just to have sex with you-

And you are just confused about why he's suddenly acting like a rabid dog i mean he's always acting like one but this time-

"Suki, why is your mouth foaming?"

On the way to your apartment, you had an inner conflict about actually taking him to a vet, you aint planning on telling him that tho.

After finally throwing you onto the shared bed like a sack of flour mf flies for a second in the air like a bloodthirsty mosquito- (the only difference is he's thirsty for the ✨All-mighty pussy juice✨)

Dw tho man asks for your consent because he loves you a lot and doesn't want your first time to be scary and all-

Wait did i say first time?

YES MF THINKS YOU'RE A VIRGIN- but guess what he's about to find out...

Before he can start kissing you, you push him onto his back and rip off his pants and leave a small peck on his lips before riding him like you are in a horse race- Good news gurl you are about to win, no one can compare

Poor man is speechless bc you are literally singing on his dick like you are the headliner in a choir...

And while you are singing you are rhythmically bouncing too LMAO

IM👏GONNA👏PUMP👏EVERY👏SINGLE👏DROP👏OUT👏OF👏YOU

He aint scared no he just swallowed his tongue by accident- cuz you know...

HIS GIRL IS LITERALLY DOING THE DUCK WALK ON HIS DICK (🦆🦆🦆)

WALK THAT FUCKING DUCK Y/N QUACK QUACK QUACK

He decides to grab your hips to slow you down a little bc you are causing an earthquake with a magnitude of 6.9

but instead of slowing you down now you are making him jump on the bed with you too LMAOAOAOAOAO- imagine someone breaking in and seeing two floating figures on the bed

He's like "SLOW DOWN Y/N-"

But nuh uh you are too caught up in your own horny world so you continue to milk him (Fr tho calm down queen aren't those legs tired?🦵)

After cumming for the 5th time he tapped out LMAO-

You gave him a concussion bc of making him bounce for too long KSJFHJSDKFGSDKJHSD- POOR KATSUKI

He was laying there, unconscious with drool dripping down his mouth and it took you three full minutes to realise that he passed out (OMG I'm gone-)

Fly high Katsuki Bakugo 🕊️🕊️

Dw tho you made sure to pamper him the morning after, bringing him a breakfast tray filled with pancakes and a cup of coffee. A cute innocent smile plastered on your face

"Morning, baby!"

Needless to say, he was shocked ( pretty sure he thinks it was the hottest night ever but doesn't wanna hurt his own pride by telling you that)

"WHAT HAPPENED-"

Todoroki

BAHAHAHA OMG OK LISTEN-

So both of you are lovebirds obv because Todoroki would be the most caring boyfriend ever (i'll fight you about this one 🥊🥊🥊) so its impossible not to be in love with him

So pretty baby thinks it's going to be all about kisses, vanilla, sweet loving, him showing how much he cares about you etc.

AND HE IS A VIRGIN

Todoroki being a virgin is such a turn on he trusts you enough to give his first time to you (aw❤️🤍)

...but you didnt know that he was a virgin

I mean come on look at him how can he be a virgin while looking THAT PRETTY

So one time, while you guys were chilling on the couch watching Titanic and snacking on some strawberries together he decides to make the first move and gently holds your hand while whispering sweet things to your ear and then you hear the magical word (open sesame zimzalabim this coochie 🔮)

"Y/n, I wanna do it."

BIG MISTAKE SHOTO VERY BIG- So being the horny queen you are the wicked horny grin makes its way to your lips and baby is concerned Before he can say anything you immediately grab a strawberry and stuff it into his mouth and quickly try to get him off of his sweatpants

Then you work your magic on him by giving him the best and first head of his life ✨ and trust me he is enjoying it very much

Mmmm yes that famous glock glock 60000 GOBBLE UP BABES don't let em Santa Claus looking pubic hair get into your nose tho🎅

Pretty moans were filling the living room while his fingers lock with yours

But the baby was too lost in his own pleasure so he accidentally bit the strawberry and took it out of his mouth

But you noticed so you grabbed a new one and harshly shoved it into his mouth

"Dont. swallow. the. strawberry."

Babies eyes went wide

YOU SCARED HIM

AND IT WAS HIS FIRST TIME TOO

he %100 looked like this-

So now he was drowning in his own pool of saliva trying not to bite into the strawberry while his eyes were rolling at the back of his head (bc of your amazing tongue skills)

Spot the difference between your mouth and a vacuum cleaner

NONE

When i tell you, you were sucking him DRY

like the next Todoroki generation got to the point of extinction

at this point he was trying to pry you off of his dick bc the overstimulation was TOO much lolol

Poor baby accidentally covered the couch with small burns

when you lifted your head to check up on him you were met with a sobbing Shoto

BOY WAS GASPING

Literally thought of bringing him an oxygen tank but decided against it bc he calmed down after receiving your loving kisses You layed his head on your chest while combing through his locks with your fingers, you made sure to give him a great aftercare

"Are first times are this rough?"

You choked on Casper the ghosts dick

"WHAT-" Literally mourned for two hours bc of treating him so roughly LMAO

A/N: I'm done- sorry for the typos if i have any, i was too lazy to edit :p

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[tannieastrology]

Astrology Observations #2

After a long hiatus i'm back with a few observations I've made in the time I was gone. Hope you like it:)

🥀 Neptune in the 5th house may frequently get into a unhealthy one sided love if they don't learn to stop ignoring the red flags in the person their interested in. The presence of Neptune in this house makes you delusional towards your interest and blurs the line between love and obsession. It's the fact that yall chase after people who are obviously not good for you in the first place. Remember guys, reciprocation is very important in love and if you're not their number 1 then they shouldnt be yours either. My advice would be to stop making scenarios in your head and to take them for what they show you NOT what they could be. Learn to assert your boundries and stop romanticizing people who do the bare minimum you deserve better.

🥀 Pisces Venus and getting scammed by their own love interests smh. People who have this placement need to be careful with who they get involved with. My cousin had this placement and she was dating this guy from Australia who was trying to come to America. They were in a relationship for 5 years and when they got a court marriage he got the green card and ran away. So basically he used her for her own benefit and when he got what he wanted he left. Most men she got with ended up treating her so bad but they seemed pretty nice at first. That's what Neptune does. Wherever it's in your chart could be where you are taken advantage of and easily decieved so be extra cautious.

🥀 Mars in the 12th house have terrible sleeping schedules. They're the type to stay up during night and sleep during the day and then take their anger out on everyone because they're sleep deprived. This is me telling you right now to fix your sleeping schedule and even though you might find more peace at night humans are not nocturnal. Who knows y'all not getting the right amount of sleep could be the reason why you feel so depressed.

🥀 Capricorn moons when are you gonna stop running away from your emotions. Life would be so much easier if you just learned to deal with your trauma and forget about the expectations that your loved ones have for you. I know life is unfair to you and your parents dont give you the love you deserve, but that doesnt mean you dont deserve to be happy. It's hard for people to love you if you push them away. Having a crush on someone with this placement, if underdeveloped, is not fun especially if he's a guy because they dont understand their emotions and dont put effort to understand them either. However, these are some of the most loyal, hardworking, mature people I have ever known when developed. They'll make you feel safe and loved in their arms if the truly love and care for you. They're good people but just have a wounded innerchild, that's it. Deep down I know y'all are softies so stop hiding it. Not everyone is out to get you I promise . Also please consider therapy.

🥀 Lilith in Scorpio women give maneater energy for some reason. Its hard to explain but they have this allure to them that people cant resist. Ex- Beyonce, Anne Hathaway, Taylor Swift, Briggete Bardot, Vanessa Paradis.

🥀 Venus square ascendant people I swear your beautiful stop thinking you're ugly. Sometimes you guys dont see your own beauty and the effect you have on people. You have the ability to turn heads when you walk into a room, but you dont see that because of the unbelievably high standards you've set for yourself. You're beautiful but the way you percieve what beauty is, doesnt align with your appearance or reality. Maybe it couldve been because people always commented on your appearence growing up or you feel pressured by society. Remember that beauty is the eye of the beholder. Just because you think your ugly doesnt mean that you actually are, youre just not your own type.

🥀 Mars square Uranus combined with Venus/Moon to Pluto is the epitome of enemies to lovers in synastry. Its like you hate them so much but have this unbelievable urge to slam them against the wall and kiss them. That person will annoy the shit out of you but the attraction is always underlying there and it gets hard to ignore. If you wanna a healthy relationship though, I would steer clear from this synastry because its toxic.

🥀 Lilith in the 2nd house/Taurus are what I would imagine a material girl to be. They love luxury things and will find a way to get what they want if they set their eye on something. Also they might get a certain job or enter a career just because it pays well. They're pretty hedonistic in general and love sex or anything Taurus/Venus related. Alot of the women here have nicely shaped bodies and lips even if theyre on the skinnier side. However, they could have eating disorders and body dysmorphia.

🥀 Leo Venus are so cute you guys remind me of a little puppy begging for attention:/ The thing is, yall are too flighty for my liking. A guy I know liked 2 girls at the same time and one of them even like him back and she asked him out, but he said no because he like the other one more like dude??? The other girl even had boyfriend but still he said no. Then he had the audacity to complain about the fact that he's never been in a relationship before. These people are more in love with the idea and attention of love then actually being in a relationship. As a Capricorn Venus this placement is a red flag sorry.

🥀 Saturn square Venus in synastry is so sad to watch its literally right person wrong time as a placement. The couple I was talking about above had this placement and they didnt end up together because they liked each other at different times and everyone ships them too but it just never happened. The girl was the Venus and the guy was Saturn.

🥀 Virgo Mars are secretly little freaks and if they have aspects from Saturn it could be someone who's into bdsm. I met a guy with this placement and he used to call me master and ma'am. For some reason i could sense the sexual undertone in his voice but idk. Virgos in general are the definition of gentlemen/lady in the streets freaky in the sheets, so keep your eye on them.

🥀 Taurus and Cancer together in the big six gives major milf energy.

🥀 Capricorn and Virgo together in the big six gives dilf energy.

🥀 I hate stereotyping placements in astrology but damn Gemini Venus men are fuckboys sorry. My bestfriend has this placement and he told me he like 4 girls at once. Also he dated all of his best friends and while one of them was in a relationship he asked her out while she was dating the other guy. He got rejected but still. I think this applies to guy with a Gemini Sun though because I've observed that Cancer Sun Gemini Venus guys behave differently.

🥀 Leo risings are not as confident as youd think. People I know with this placement are super insecure and have a love hate relationship with their hair.

🥀 10th and 11th house synastry is seriously so slept on. If you want a ride or die lover go find someone you have this synastry with. Major power couple vibes.

That's all for today don't hesitate to give feedback:)

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[kisses4lao]

please some vampire bi-han? 🙏🏻

You guys just can't get enough of the vampire writings smh y'all need Jesus(it's me, I'm Jesus and I'm writing this for you because I need it too)

Tw/cw: THIS ISNT GONNA BE AN NSFW BC I ACTUALLY WANT TO MAKE THIS FULL OF STORY!!! IF YOU WANT AN NSFW VERSION, PLEASE ASK ME!!! OR DONT IDC, you guys know the drill by now cmon (highly influenced by Angel from BTVS SUE ME IDC HES HOT)

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Your relationship with Bi Han is a lot more complicated that it would be with Kung Lao or Raiden. He'd often times only visit you at night, and he'd only stay for a few hours.

It all started when you were walking home. Alone, in the dark, not a good match for a young woman. This was proven correct by you almost getting hurt in an accident, but luckily Bi Han was there to save you.

You begged and pleaded with him to tell you someway you could make it up to him. If it wasn't for him, you'd be dead! You thought you owed him your life.

After a few minutes of your back and forth, you saying he deserved something while he said he didn't need anything, you settled on taking him out for coffee.

You guys sat at that cafe for nearly 3 hours just talking. Talking about everything you guys could think of. At the end of the night, which only ended because the cafe was closing, he walked you home.

You didn't think much of it, you'd known each other on a first name basis by now and he just wanted to be nice.

Or at least, that's what you thought. He would show up every night after that, the exact same time, the exact same way, asking the exact same thing. "Would you like to join me for coffee?" Those words would ring in your head in the morning, he just kept coming back, asking the same thing over and over.

You didn't mind it, but at the same time, you found it odd. This man you knew for only 3 hours would come to your house every night, take you out for coffee, pay for everything, take you back home, and wouldn't talk to you again till the next night. Something about him was off, very off, but you didn't know what.

It's not that you didn't feel safe around him, you did, but there was something he wasn't telling you. You knew he wanted to, he just couldn't.

One night, he told you he was a private investigator, even going as far as to show you his official badge. You wanted to know more about it, considering most of the time he'd just ask about you and not talk about himself much.

He went on to say that he'd usually investigate disappearances, murder cases, and even paranormal activity sometimes. Bi Han continued by saying he'd often take care of the source of the crime before the police got to it, somehow always finding out inside information.

You were completely intrigued. You wanted to see him in action, but he said that would be too dangerous for you. He gave you his business card and walked you back home, telling you to swing by his headquarters tomorrow morning and he'll tell you everything you need to know about him.

He said it in such a serious way it sent chills down your spine. This was an offer you couldn't miss. You got up early just to be there on the time you agreed on, walking into I nearly organized office area.

Oddly enough, however, all of the blinds on the windows were completely closed. You thought this was extremely odd, wondering why, but before you could go too deep into thought, you could see Bi Han in the corner of your eye.

"Care for some coffee?" He says with a playful smirk as he points to the full coffee pot on his end table.

He had given you a small tour before taking you to the lower part of the building. "This is where I live, train, sleep, shower, everything. Call it a basement, I call it home."

To be fair, it was a finished basement, completed with rug and hardwood floors and even a spruce ceiling, at least he has taste.

He showed you around even more and ended the tour at his bedroom. "This is my bedroom. I like to keep it simple, but the bed is comfortable, I swear. It's memory foam."

He smiles at you before taking you to the small couch in his living room. He sat you down, and turned to you with a very serious look on his face.

"Y/n, there's something I've been keeping from you. Something I need to tell you. We've known each other for a while now," it's true. You guys have been seeing each other for coffee for the past 4 weeks. This is the very first time you've ever seen him in the day time, odd considering he'd never missed a day of taking you out.

"I know this is gonna sound insane, and I have proof, but I need you to trust me." He let out a deep sigh before continuing, "I'm a vampire."

You just looked at him, in complete disbelief. Not for the reasons you should be, though. You were wondering if he was joking or not.

"Are you being serious? Do you genuinely expect me to believe that?" You said as you chuckle into your hand a bit. He face only grew more serious as he took your hand and led you upstairs, going to the side of one of the windows before opening the blinds and letting you see as his hand began to sizzle. He let out a small gasp of pain as he pulled away, hand now smoking because of the heat.

You were in shock. You still didn't completely believe him, however. "Maybe you just have a skin condition, that doesn't mean anything."

You didn't want to believe the man that you had been talking to for so long was a FUCKING VAMPIRE. it was hard to come to terms with really.

He walked over to you slowly, holding up his hand as the smoldering wound miraculously healed in seconds.

He grabbed your hands, taking them in his as he makes eye contact with you. His gaze softens as he can see the uncertainty in your eyes.

He opens his mouth slowly, showing his retractable fangs. That's it. You were convinced. You gasped as he let go of you, letting you have your space.

"I know this might be a lot to take in, but I hope this doesn't change anything between us. I still care about you."

You genuinely don't know how to feel, conflicted by someone you thought you could trust. How did he go so long without telling you about this? It honestly hurt you to know that he was keeping this from you.

"I think we should have some time off from each other. I need a bit to process this, it's a lot to take in all at once." He could hear fear in your voice, and it broke his heart knowing he was the cause of it.

He nodded his head, watching as you left the building. He leaned back on his desk, wondering what he could've done better, wondering what he could've done to make you feel more safe.

He was going to make it up to you somehow, he just knew you needed time. He was patient, but after waiting so long to make you his, his patience is wearing thin. Very thin.

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A/n: boom shaka laka

#mk1 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #bi han x you #bi han x reader #bi han mk #bi han #mortal kombat bi han #bi han mortal kombat

[atariaaren]

still on break! why are y'all sleeping on conductor so much smh (also im being incredibly ironic i am a fellow snatcher enthusiast)

#aaren.doodles #aaren.shitposts #my art #my oc #my sona #sona #the conductor #ahit conductor #snatcher #ahit snatcher #a hat in time #digital art #illustration #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #shitpost art

[kiwisbell]

The Hitman's Guide to Getting the Girl: Chapter 8 (Conclusion) [dave york x f!reader]

It's just another job, until Dave York decides to kidnap an enemy’s wiseass daughter. It’s just another job, until he falls in love.

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6 | chapter 7 | chapter 8

series masterlist

status: complete

chapter 8 summary: Being alive with you.

pairing: dave york x f!reader

rating: 18+ (mdni)

tags and warnings for entire fic: kidnapping, murder, violence, the world being horrible to women, reader having a very terrible sense of self-preservation, unprotected piv, oral sex (m and f receiving), dave york finding his second calling as a pussy-eating god, pining, possessive sex, jealousy, daddy issues, (stockholm syndrome?), dirty talk, actually filthy talk, hitmen and politicians, revenge, scary man with a soft spot for his woman, philosophical foreplay, tramp stamp worship (you'll see), a little sprinkle of breeding kink if you look hard enough, obsessive behaviour, anal fingering, anal sex, implied age gap, light dom/sub vibes, light bondage

tags and warnings for this chapter: breaking and entering, violence, murder, guns, light angst, minor burn injury, reader feels neglected, dave makes amends, pussy-eating god dave york, anal fingering, anal sex, lube, light bondage, light sensory deprivation, very protective dave, soft dave, unprotected piv (you know the drill besties), dirty talk, biting, the last of my pretentious literary references (for now), happy ending (it's me what do you expect)

word count: ~ 7.8k

i am deeply sorry for the delay on the very last chapter smh... i wanted it to be as good as possible for y'all and got caught up in my own head. nevertheless, here is the conclusion to THGTGTG, and i cannot thank those who have been reading this series enough for your love and support on every part. i could cry forever about you. and maybe i will!

chapter 8: one deep breath out from the sky

SEPTEMBER

There’s a storm outside tonight. 

The warm breeze strips the leaves from the trees and scatters them from its palm with one strong heave of its lungs. The rain raps its knuckles on the windows, demanding entry, the thunder rolling from one end of the city to the other. Streets are washed clean with rainwater and the slick polluting oil by the river glimmers in the colours of the rainbow. 

Dave lies awake on his back, his knuckles making idle, gentle patterns up and down your spine, keeping you close to him while you sleep. You lie on your stomach, half of your face buried in the pillow, your lips blissfully parted and your muscles relaxed under his touch. You're the picture of serenity, and he keeps his head turned so he can look at you. 

One night, months ago, you kept him up, getting him to talk about his job in the Army, and his disillusionment with the real world when he returned home. He told you about lying on rooftops for days until his back peeled, and he told you about moulting, coming into his new skin every time he assumed a new position, a new country—each mission a brand-new way to discover things he hated about himself, and some things he liked. 

Today, his ears remain fine-tuned to the slightest of sounds. It’s why he can hear the faint beeping in his open office from upstairs. A slow, rhythmic, high-pitched chirping that doesn’t stir you whatsoever from sleep, but that has his head whipping toward the direction of the noise.

Someone is tripping the security system. 

Dave expertly slips onto his feet without disturbing the comforter, though you shift closer to the warmer side of the bed with a sleepy sound of protest. He mourns being forced to leave when all he wants to do is wrap himself around you, but the hair at the back of his neck prickles, and he chances a glance out the bedroom window, pushing it briefly open. 

No cars parked outside that aren’t always there. Nothing amiss. Except—

The sound. He assigned a different alarm to each camera, memorised them all, mapped them in his head. Someone is breaking in through the garage. 

He grabs a spare .45 from its hiding place in the walk-in closet and screws an Obsidian suppressor onto the end. If he can do this without waking you, that will be best. 

Dave dresses quickly, sweatpants and a T-shirt, not bothering with shoes but slipping on some socks for added silence. Downstairs, all seems quiet. The lights are off, the doors locked, the driveway empty. But inside his office, the alarm trills away. 

His gaze sweeps over each camera for slight movements, indicators of misplaced objects, but there is nothing. Or, rather, everything is as it was. 

So who is in his home?

Too late to stop it, he hears another alarm trip. 

There is no more adrenaline. His heart stops. 

The upstairs window. He forgot to close it.

His bedroom window.

I’ve got no use for a world that doesn’t have you.

It rings true. Nothing has ever been truer. He can reach out for it and close his fingers around it.

Terror. This is what it feels like to be afraid. 

The man comes stumbling down the stairs—stumbling, clumsy, because you’re putting up one hell of a fight. Dave watches in horror. This is, undoubtedly, triggering some old instinct in you, biting and scratching and kicking at the man who holds you across the shoulders, the barrel of a gun to your temple. You scream and you hiss, demanding things like Let me go and Fucking let go of me, you fucking sick bastard and Don’t fucking touch me and Dave is so horrified that he cannot move. 

One cannot truly witness the past. But now, here, he is witnessing exactly what it is like to see you relive every one of those nights someone has stolen you from your bed and taken you away.

Some sick bastard broke into Dave York’s home and stole what is most precious from him. This is a transgression that can seek no repentance, find no grave but a plot made ready in hell. He feels himself scowling, raising the gun—

You draw first blood. Your teeth tear a chunk of flesh from his arm, and he howls, pushing you down the final three steps. 

You don’t quite catch yourself right, landing hard on your hip, your head smacking hard against the tile. One look into your dazed eyes and Dave sees fucking red. 

The man has the balls to point his gun at you, lying at the bottom of the stairs and attempting to push yourself upright, blinking hard. Your mouth is bloody, and you spit out pinkish saliva. His tiles run red. 

“Pretty girl, York,” seethes Vincent Gallo, shaking out the arm you sank your teeth into. “Pretty and soft. Cameras don’t do her justice.”

This is it. Dave’s final conquest. 

He promised himself long ago that he would not stop until Vincent Gallo was dealt with. He has committed the cardinal sin, after all. 

All you’re wearing is a little silk nightgown, and you must be so cold lying on that floor. There’s a small trickle of blood on your temple and he worries about a concussion with the way you squint up at the man who’s holding the gun to your head. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss, spitting another glob of bloody saliva onto his polished shoes. You may not be that hurt, Dave realises. “You fucking cunt.”

Gallo looks down at you for only a second, but a second is all Dave needs. He takes the shot.

It strikes wide; he’s afraid of hitting you. But it does its job: knocking Gallo off-balance, red spiralling outward on his shoulder beneath the crisp white shirt he’s wearing. Somewhere beside the bannister, his gun clatters to the floor, clip ejecting. He staggers down the stairs, and you kick out at him, screaming your vocal chords raw, primal and fucking fed up. 

Because he’s smart enough to know that being in proximity to you offers a certain degree of protection, Gallo goes for you first: dragging you upright by your hair, putting your body in front of him. 

You let out a soft cry, trying to grab for him, but he pins your arms to your sides, and all you can do is look helplessly at Dave, who no longer has a clear shot.

“Dave, just shoot the goddamn gun,” you say through your teeth, your eyes bleeding with tears as your captor yanks your head back. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he spits. “Your boyfriend doesn’t get to come after me and my family without consequences. And you’re both going to learn that.”

“You don’t get to come after me without consequences,” you reply. “You should have learned that by now.”

“She’s right,” offers Dave. “You picked the wrong girl.”

Gallo sneers, pushing you right into Dave’s path as he drops his shoulder and tackles Dave to the ground. It knocks the wind out of him, sending him down hard, but Dave manages to hook his leg around the other man’s and turn them around, pinning his knee to Gallo’s femoral artery. His own gun is too far away to reach without letting the asshole go free. 

“Baby, run,” grunts Dave, seeing you scramble to your feet out of the corner of his eye.

“No, baby, don’t,” mocks Gallo, baring his teeth as he brings his fist to Dave’s face. The blow catches him on the jaw, knocking his teeth together. Dave growls, digging his knee into Gallo’s thigh and making him seethe in pain, before throwing a punch to his face. Then another. Then another. 

Knuckles split and well with blood. The tension in his shoulders eases with every blow that strikes home, relinquishing all his restraint and finishing the fucking job. He cannot speak. He cannot think. He only sees: the face he's studied for so long, the man who's eluded him for months, has arrived at his doorstep. In a way, Dave feels grateful. 

Vincent Gallo has volunteered his life. Dave won't miss the opportunity to take it. 

But Dave makes a mistake through his misty-red rage, glancing to the side to see where you've gone. To see if you’re watching him. Gallo thrusts his palm upward and bloodies Dave’s nose, using his new leverage to roll them over. 

Gallo’s face is a pulpy mass of purple flesh and crimson and the shine of new bruises. His nose is crooked and he spits his own blood onto Dave’s face, snarling like a rabid animal. The last desperate, dying breath of a condemned man. 

The fast, quiet thwip of a suppressed shot. Blood blooming on Dave’s shirt like a flower’s first awakening. Blood that does not belong to him. It's warm. Sticky. Will forever stain. 

Gallo slumps over, his face ashen, his grip on Dave’s collar slackening. You drop the gun like it’s on fire. 

Your eyes burn and shed tears that turn black. Your trembling hand goes to your mouth, but you only smear the Italian’s blood across your face.

Dave gets to his feet and picks up the gun you dropped. He gently cups your face, urging you to look at him. “Sweetheart,” he says softly. “It's over.”

“I…” You point vaguely in Gallo’s direction. “Did I kill him?”

This will not do. 

“No.” Dave turns his head, fires the gun, and shoots the man’s brains through the back of his neck. “I killed him.”

“Oh. Good.” 

Your eyes are a doe’s, wide and mortified, pupils pinpricks despite the low light. “Dave, my head hurts. I didn't realise it until now, but it fucking hurts.”

“Baby, I know.” He gently guides your head to the side and examines your wound, wincing at the sight of your blood flowing from your temple. “We’re gonna take a drive, okay? Get you some help.”

“Hospital?” you wager. 

Not a fucking chance. Hospitals prioritise humanity; he needs to go somewhere that will prioritise precisely whom he chooses. No questions. 

Gravely, he shakes his head. You sigh through your nose and squeeze his hand. “I didn't think so.”

He lifts your joined hands. “How many fingers am I holding up?” 

“Don't be an asshole. I need my beauty sleep, Dave York, and it's two in the morning.”

Outside, the storm quiets, the time between the lightning strikes and the thunderclaps stretching wide. “You're the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he says, “even bloody.”

You roll your eyes and apparently regret it, grasping Dave’s arm. “Okay,” you say weakly. “But I’m napping on the way.”

He’s not going to let you fall asleep, but he nods, wordless, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You did so well, sweetheart. Did exactly what you needed to.”

Your eyes flutter shut and you let yourself breathe in the scent of iron and cologne. “Yeah. I guess I did.”

NOVEMBER

It starts when you unleash your temper on Dave for the first time. 

For the past couple months, you've been working with your publicist and agent to sort through the multitude of presses asking for interviews and your lawyer to discuss disputing your father’s will. Not much has moved; all you've managed to accomplish is effectively withdrawing public support. He still has toes in many different ponds that don't rely on goodwill or reputation. But it's something. 

You've been tired, irritable, and on top of that, planning a wedding. It's no wonder that you're mad when a week passes and Dave hasn't fucked you. 

Your body is humming at a low frequency of restlessness, unable to stay still for long between meetings. Dave has been working around the clock, shut away in his office or out spying on some assholes who may want him dead. When he is home, he misses meals, neglects sleep, and rarely emerges from behind his office door to give you a glimpse of him. 

Last night, you poked your head inside his office with your whiteboard held up for Dave to read. DINNER? it read. 

He just shook his head and looked down, returning to his books while on the phone with Kovac or Ari or both. You sat alone at the long dining table and poked the food around your plate until it was cold. 

You tried to understand. You really tried. He's a busy man and he's working hard to keep you safe. He's trying to be good to you, and sometimes, he gets caught up in his own head trying to fix things. 

But you're nothing if not needy when it comes to Dave, and his constant rejections are beginning to sting. 

You sent Barry home for the night so you could try your hand at a new recipe. You stir a little bit aggressively under the guise of trying not to burn the garlic, your knuckles taut around the spoon. You're on the phone with Kelly, your planner. 

“I don't think peonies are going to mesh well with lilies. The shapes will clash.”

Staring into your bubbling risotto, watching the colours bleed into one another, you hum a faint Uh-huh. 

“And as far as colour, it's best to stick with white, but we’ll put some blush pink in to match the rest of the palette.”

“Mhm.” The risotto is beginning to thicken, puffing up like a pastry, close to the rim of the pot. You register it but keep stirring, pouring in the white wine and taking a swig for yourself. 

“We have bridesmaids’ dresses on order from Fran’s, and the piano player is requesting a list of selections.”

“Good, good.”

You blink hard as a stinging pressure builds behind your nose. The gentle roiling of the substance in the pot smells sharp enough to prick at your tear ducts. Your eyes feel dry and your back aches. 

It is decidedly not risotto. Risotto is thick and creamy and this is browned, burnt, boiling over. You can only watch with tears brimming as it spills onto the burner and whisper a broken, “Talk to you later, Kelly,” into your phone. 

Some of the boiling liquid spills onto your leg and you stagger backward, staring through blurred eyes. 

“Shit,” says a voice behind you.

Dave is here, quick to shut off the element and guide you away from the stove. “Jesus, baby, what the hell are you doing?” 

He notices the burn on your leg first, dropping to one knee at your feet and frowning deep. “Fuck.”

You sniffle. “Reminds me of when you proposed.”

Dave squeezes your hip as he examines the flesh for any signs of blistering. “Yeah?”

“You told me I was beautiful,” you say weakly, your throat tightening, “and you said that… that life was a bad fable before we met. Because I was the first person who taught you anything worthwhile about living.”

Dave swallows thickly, dropping his forehead to your thigh. “Yeah,” he says gruffly. 

“You made me take off the ring just so you could put it on yourself,” you croak. The tears are close now. “Now you do the same thing every morning.”

Dave seems to know where this is going, his hands gently rubbing up and down the back of your leg. “Yeah, baby. I do.”

Your bottom lip wobbles and you stare at the ceiling like it's going to close the floodgates. “You didn't do it this morning.”

Dave swears into your skin, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. “Why?” he demands. “Why didn't I do it?”

“Because you were gone when I woke up.”

“Why are you cooking dinner?” he asks. 

“Because I needed a distraction.”

Dave shakes his head, holding onto your leg like it's grounding him in the earth. “Why?” 

“Because you're my husband,” you say softly, your chest burning and your throat pushing on your vocal chords, “and you haven't been around.”

“And?”

“And I’m planning our wedding alone.”

Dave squeezes your thigh, like you're getting somewhere. “You gonna burn down the kitchen to get my attention?”

“It worked, didn't it?”

“Sweetheart.” He looks up at you, eyes honey-gold under the warm chandelier. It’s desperation. It's guilt. “You're mad,” he rasps. “Be mad.”

Your chest trembles and your breaths come out heavy, and you're sobbing, sinking to your knees, letting him pull you onto his lap and wrap your legs around his hips, your arms around his neck. Hands caress your back, up and down, shifting the fabric of your nightgown. You cry. 

Wedding. Your father. Vincent Gallo. Cameras and flashing lights and shutters. The quiet hum of night. The too-loud press of daytime on your ears. The fear and the terror and the needles they inject you with. Sunlight. Wax wings. You've been flying too close. You fall, wrapped up in his arms, shedding the extra weight from your back and breathing in. Out. In. Out. 

It isn't always about the next victory. It isn't about chasing the next deal, burying the next body, screwing over the next associate. It isn't about flying, and it never has been. Neither of you have seen it until now. 

It's about this. The cold kitchen floor and the scrape of his buttons against your belly and the warm, rough hands on your back. It's about your twin heartbeats, lazily encircling one another. It's about the tears soaking his skin, hot and salty, his mouth on your temple. It's about the burning risotto on the counter. 

It's about the life you've made with him. The life you're going to make. The matching bands you’ll wear. You and him. 

“Fuck you, Dave York,” you whisper, “for missing this dinner, and for all the dinners you’re going to miss.”

He nods, his fingers tracing every one of your vertebrae on the way up. Encouraging. Begging. He wants you to be angry with him. So you will. 

“Fuck you for leaving me alone all week to plan our wedding, for locking yourself up in your office all day and night, for forgetting to put my ring on my finger. Fuck you for neglecting me.” Your restless stomach begins to settle as you inhale the scent of him for the first time all day. 

Dave’s mouth trails downward until he finds your jawline. You can feel his lashes tickle your cheek. “I’m your husband,” he says. “It's my job to be good to you. I haven't been good to you, baby.”

You huff, clutching him tighter to you. You’ve missed the feeling of his strong arms around you, his broad chest pressed against yours. “Masochist,” you mumble, the anger slipping into your pocket, muffled and subdued in the wake of your need for closeness. 

“Yeah, I am,” he says, his hand cupping your cheek. “Tell me what else.”

“I burned my risotto,” you sniffle. “I can't cook for shit.”

Dave wipes a tear away just as it falls from your lashes. On your lower back, you feel his thumb circling the sun of your tattoo. “I know you've got one more in you,” he says softly. “Give it to me.”

You give his chest one feeble shove and push the rest of your anger into him. It fizzles into the air and evaporates. “I’ve had to touch myself all week, and I haven't been able to come.”

He nods, sucking your anger into his bone marrow, assuming control of it, savouring its citrusy taste. His hands cannot grab enough of you, cannot pull you close enough, cannot abscond with the guilt. He will swallow it down and let it bloom in his stomach. He will mend your wounds and grow flowers on the rot. He will take every blackened piece of you that resents him and replace it with sunlight. 

He wants to see honey pouring from his fingers when he touches you. He wants to crawl into your velvet skin and warm it from the inside-out. 

You should never know what it tastes like to know pain, and he has put the rotting fruit directly between your teeth. 

“Have you missed me?” he whispers, pushing it into you, his nose crushed against your throat, his lips leaving scorch marks. Every touch electrifies; you never want to forget how it feels to be this near to him. 

You nod your head, threading your fingers through his tousled hair and fixing him to you. He expels a puff of air from his lips, like the first gasp after breaching the water’s surface, and between your bodies, his cock begins to swell against your belly, trapped in his pants. It’s how you realise he’s missed you just as much. 

“I’m supposed to treat you nice.” He kisses your neck, the hollow of your throat, urging your chin upward to give him better access. “I’m supposed to make you happy, keep you warm, kill for you.”

“You have killed for me.” Your voice has softened, mellow and still crackling with the aftermath of your meltdown. 

“It’s not enough,” he says, gently pushing his palm into your back so your hips roll along his. “You should never lift a finger to keep yourself satisfied. That's my job. I haven't been doing my job, sweet girl. And you're not going to let me off the hook.”

You gasp at the feeling of his hardness on your clit, barely clothed in a scrap of pink lace. Grasping his shoulder, you begin to grind against him, seeking your own pleasure, assisted by his guiding hand. 

Dave looks up at you, your lidded eyes and your parted lips, cursing himself for how long he's let this go on. He's been consumed by tracking the remaining Gallos, obsessed with their every move as they go about their business, chasing their destinations before they arrive there. He's being proactive. He's ensuring nobody tries to come after him for revenge. 

Despite all he’s done, Dave York’s greatest crime is neglecting his own little green patch of paradise. He's twisted the apple from the tree and left you to assume the weight of the fallout. But he is no Adam. 

Your face is buried in his neck as you grind on his erection, making yourself feel good, taking out all your frustrations on his body while he ensures your needy clit gets all the attention it deserves. He watches his crotch gradually darken as you rub your wetness onto him, his teeth grinding for a taste of you. All indication he gives you of his desire is a rhythmic pulse of his hands on your hips. 

“Is this enough for you, baby?” he asks, nibbling your earlobe. “Can you come like this?”

You whimper, your shoulders tense under his touch as he slides his hand between the blades. “Need you. Need you inside me. Want you to stretch me out on your big cock.” Your teeth tease his throat and he grunts, bucking up instinctively against your clit. “Wanna be your good girl.”

He knows precisely what your body is telling him, the way you melt into him, wiggle your hips down on his erection. “Wanna forget?” he says. “Wanna let go, sweetheart?”

You pull away and look into his dark eyes, the tick of his jaw, the uncompromising way he holds you firm against him. “Am I a fable?” you ask, cupping the back of his neck, your voice sweet and soft. 

He drops your forehead down to his. “You’re more than anyone has words for.”

Language does not suit you. Language diminishes and classifies. It cannot identify the radiance that he sees emitting from you, nor the precise colour of your eyes. 

“Not even Icarus?” you whisper, your voice breaking into a half-sob, half-mirthless laugh. “Not Sisyphus? Not Anne or Persephone?”

“Those are stories,” says Dave. “We don't need stories.”

“Because this is real?” Your hands, warm and soft on his skin, sunspots. 

He takes your hand and removes your engagement ring, only to slide it back onto your finger. 

“Because this is real.”

Your lips ghost over his, resting his restraint. “Then take me to bed, and make it up to me.”

The lights are off in the bedroom. He flicks on the lamps on the nightstands because he wants to see the light shift over your body. Dave begins slowly, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows and yanking his tie loose, backing you toward the bed. 

He hums when he crowds your space, dipping his head to inhale your sweet perfume and pressing soft kisses to the unwavering warmth of your skin. Your collar bones jut out as your breathing shudders, your heart kicking up at his gentle treatment. 

“So soft,” he murmurs, mostly to himself, hands bunching the fabric of your little nightgown. His lips leave warm imprints on your throat, your shoulders, soothing the tension in your bones and letting your body deflate. Closing your eyes, you roll your head back to let him litter your neck with kisses. “So beautiful. Should never have let you go alone so long. Should be fucked properly, every goddamn day.”

You moan softly when he sucks at the spot under your ear, and Dave puts his hands on your lower back, steadying you while he walks you against the bed. Your knees hit the edge and nearly give out, but he's there to catch you. “Arms up,” he says. You obey, your nipples stiff through the silk, your body shivering as Dave lifts the shift over your head and exposes your body to the cool breeze blowing in through the open window. 

“Do you want control tonight?” he asks you. He's gazing down at you, eyes black with desire, withheld action. You shake your head, and he smirks, his hand cupping the back of your neck. “I know, sweet girl. I know what you need. Hold out your hands.”

He lifts the tie from around his neck and slips the fabric around your wrists. Twice, three times it loops, until you can't pry your hands apart, and Dave gives them a gentle tug. “On the bed,” he says. 

Obedience shapes your stride, your eyes liquid, pretty pink panties blooming with a dark wet spot. You shuffle backward on the mattress with your hands bound in front of you, kneeling with your knees tucked beneath you. Dave admires the picture for a moment, removing his watch, his shoes, setting the silver Cartier band on the nightstand. You glow in this light, flushed with arousal and want and the slight desperation that accompanies a week without sex. His perfect, beautiful, spoiled girl, tied up like a gift all for him. But this time, it’s not about him. 

Rubbing your thighs together, you watch him stalk his way around the bed, your body gently leaning toward him. Subconscious: the pull toward him. Your need is becoming fierce, hot and tight in your stomach, tensing your body. He stares, tilting his head to the side. A sculpture of marble, carefully moulded to impeccable likeness. He will smooth over the accumulated cracks, restore the vision, preserve you for centuries to come. People will write stories, paint murals, compose music. All will sing the song of you.

He’s at your side now, clicking his tongue and giving you more directions. Arms up, pretty girl. Hold onto the headboard. You follow, your body stretching out like a lounging cat, and he loops the remaining fabric of his tie through the slats. He checks in (Too tight?) and you can only lick your lips, push out your chest: Please touch me.

Dave hums in acknowledgement, kneeling on the bed between your bare legs and lifting your ankle to his mouth. The soft kisses to the bone make you shiver. There is no reprieve from his gaze; it captures you from all corners of the room. He gets off on holding all the power. You know he does, the bastard. But it feels so good to let your body melt into the mattress, no longer in charge of your own pleasure, giving him the space he needs to make amends. 

Dave York apologises with his body. You can forgive with yours, too.

You sigh, your eyes drooping, as he leaves open-mouthed kisses all the way up your leg, hooking it up over his shoulder when he gets to the soft, sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. “Mmm,” you manage, the press of his lips somehow more vibrant without the reciprocity, without your hands greedily grabbing for him. He’s indulging, tasting you the way he hasn’t in a week, closing his eyes as his teeth graze your veins. You’re sweet and honeyed and he’s so fucking stupid for letting himself get consumed by anything else.

He buries his face so fully into the meat of your thigh that it crushes his nose, and you gasp at the feeling of him sucking the blood to the surface. “Dave.”

He grunts, nipping his way to your pussy, clothed by a wet little scrap of lace. “Close your eyes,” he murmurs, rubbing his nose against your thigh, imparting his scent once more.

Whimpering, you shake your head. You want to see him eat your pussy, his big brown eyes as he locks them to you. But Dave bites your thigh and you squeak. “Don’t make me blindfold you, sweet girl.”

Reluctantly, you squeeze your eyes shut, suppressing the pull to disobey, to watch. Dave’s mouth does not find your pussy right away. He starts over again, kissing all the way down your other leg. You make a halfhearted noise of bewilderment, and he shushes you, ignoring the insistent dig of your heel into his back and continuing to make you squirm.

Once his warm, wet mouth finishes lavishing attention on your other thigh, he departs once more, earning a frustrated whine of his name. “Mmm, needy,” he says, watching the way you push your tits toward the sound of his voice, your hips canting toward the press of his mouth. Dave sits back on his haunches between your thighs, caressing your hips as he admires the faint sheen of sweat on your body from all your fruitless exertion. “Being such a good girl, keeping your eyes closed like I told you, even though you’re mad at me.”

“Please, honey,” you beg, trying to pull him closer. “Baby, please. Let me feel you.”

Fuck, he's missed this. He’s missed your pleas, your soft body wrapped around him, the world outside dissipating to white noise. He's missed being called things like honey and baby when neither of them should apply. He's missed being your pleasure. 

You tug against your restraints as Dave lowers himself in front of your pussy, a long, low whine escaping your mouth. “Just a taste,” he says, as if to himself. His hands squeeze your thighs, and his eyes flicker up toward you, your gaze still shuttered. “Just let me kiss it better.”

You writhe when he licks your clit through your panties, tasting the tang of the wet spot. “Nnnh,” is vaguely what he hears from your lips. 

“Let me taste you, sweet girl. Just relax. Make you feel good.” He hooks his finger in your panties and pulls them aside, licking a slow stripe through your slit. You shudder, resisting the urge to open your eyes. 

You're so fucking wet, so warm and supple under his tongue, that he grinds his hips into the mattress to relieve the ache in his pants. Jesus, he’s a real asshole for neglecting this all week. He thinks about you touching yourself until you cry out in frustration and fall asleep unsatisfied, alone, and he hates himself. He’s jealous of your fingers for touching what he hasn't. Fuck—this is his job. This is his calling. 

Dave wraps his arms around your thighs, securing them over his wide shoulders, keeping you spread open for him. You can’t escape this way, though you make an effort to wriggle your hips under his mouth. He doesn't let you, splaying his palm over your lower belly. The pressure sparks white on your eyelids. 

Dave licks you again, building the delicious tautness in your core, his tongue slow and assured. He takes his time, knowing you can't touch him, guide him, grab his hair. Seeing your body like this has him leaking into his pants: your tits pushing out as your chest heaves, your eyes closed and your head tossed back, wrists bound to the headboard. Your engagement ring shimmers whenever you flex your hands. There is no belonging for Dave if it isn’t here, between your legs.

His tongue eases your folds apart until your pussy is slathered in his saliva, your needy pearl awaiting his attention. He groans at the sound of your soft moan when he presses a kiss to your clit. Dave leaves your mouth, velvety and pitiful. Please…

His dick twitches in his pants and he delves instinctively, holding you tighter, sucking your clit into his mouth. You cry out sharply, the pleasure striking your bones. Your heart is skittering and your hips ache, and there is no reprieve from the way he fixes his mouth to you, willingly drowning in your body.

His hands feel like they're everywhere. Hands tied and eyes closed, your remaining senses are notched up high, his fingers on your skin prickling the hair at the back of your neck, his cologne poisoning your blood, the languid drags of his tongue resonating all the way up to your brain. Dave’s hand leaves your belly and slides up to your breast, kneading you like dough as he crushes his nose to your clit and licks into your hole. 

“Oh! Fuck!” Dave pinches your nipple, tasting you deeply and leisurely. Your brows are drawn together in the middle, your lips parted around his name or total gibberish. Panting, sweating, begging—

His shoulders surge forward, your thighs bending back toward your chest, and you feel something prod your hole. You gasp, feeling him breach your entrance, collecting your wetness onto his fingers. He grunts against your clit when you clench around him, but he doesn't stay inside your cunt for long. 

“Dave!” you cry out as you feel his finger circle your puckered asshole. “Oh, my…”

“Shhh, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your clit. “Gonna make you feel good.”

His deep, rumbling voice helps you relax, your body melting for him. You’re safe in his hands. He’s good to you. He always will be. 

You choke at the first intrusion, your heels digging into Dave’s back as his finger stretches you out, lubricated by your own wetness. He rears back slightly to watch himself push inside you, only to spit a glob of saliva straight onto your asshole. You mewl like a goddamn cat and the sound goes straight to his dick. 

He shuffles onto his knees and hastily unbuckles his belt with one hand, shucking it off and away so he can pull out his hard cock. Your hand bucks against the finger that’s opening up your asshole, the sound of the metal belt buckle hitting the floor striking your skull. 

“Open your eyes,” he says, easing you onto your side and hauling your leg up against his chest. “Watch me take you like this.”

You blink your eyes open, blinded briefly by the spots of yellow lamplight, only to find him looming over you, two fingers now stuffing your asshole and his leaking dick resting on your puffy clit. “Please,” you sob, “fuck me. Fill me up, Dave, please. I need it so badly, I’ll die.”

“Oh, baby,” he coos, guiding the head of his cock through your wet slit, coming away glistening. “My poor spoiled girl. Hasn't been touched for a week. I’ll touch you enough for a fuckin' lifetime. Now, behave for me, and scream.”

Your fingers flex as he slips the head inside you, and you hide your face in your arm, biting your own flesh. Dave growls, displeased, guiding his hips forward until he’s balls-deep inside you. Your resulting moan pitches high, your stomach tensing as if you're trying to keep him inside, keep him flush to you the way he is now. Dave’s fingers slowly thrust inside your ass at the same pace, establishing rhythm. You can't breathe. You can't think. 

“Look. At. Me,” he says through gritted teeth, his hips punching hard into your thigh with every thrust, kissing your womb with your leg lifted high on his chest. “You look at me when I fuck you.”

You choke on your moans, your body shifting up the bed as he takes you hard and deep, struggling to meet his gaze through your bleary eyes. But he seems satisfied, enjoying the cock-drunk look on your face, baring his teeth and grinding deep inside your cunt. 

“Yeah, baby, you like that,” he says, keeping your ass nice and stuffed with two fingers, filling you the way you deserve to be filled. “You like having both your holes filled, hmm, pretty girl? You like me stretching out your tight little ass?”

“Ngggh, yes! Yes! Oh, God, it feels so good!” You curl your fingers around the headboard. “I’m so close, I’m… you're gonna make me…”

He knows—can feel the pulsing rhythm of your pussy trying to suck him deeper, the instinct to pull the cum out of his balls. “Get my dick nice and wet, baby. Gotta keep it warm inside your tight ass. Come for me.”

His filthy words have your eyes rolling back, your leg kicking out as you come, fucked sideways and held up only by his hands and the tie around your wrists. He groans at the feeling of how tightly you squeeze him, your thighs trembling around him, soft flesh giving way to pleasure, to his touch. He fucks you gently through it, letting you come down, your asshole suffocating his fingers while your pussy soaks his length

“Thaaaat’s it,” he says, littering kisses all over your calf, wherever he can reach. “My beautiful girl.”

“It feels so good,” you whimper, wiggling your hips against him. “‘m so full.”

“That's right,” he says softly, giving your inner thigh a playful smack. Your body jolts, butter under his touch. “That what you needed, honey?”

“More, please,” you croak. Dave’s heart knocks against his ribs at how fucking sweet you look; eyes pleading, sweat glistening on your brow, lips forming a cute little pout that has him following your orders without thinking. 

He pulls out of you, hard cock still bobbing, coated in your juices, and gently removes his fingers from your asshole to open the nightstand for the lube. When he’s behind you again, Dave shucks off his shirt, now stained with the efforts of his exertion, and manhandles you onto your knees. 

You squeak, your chest dipping until it's smushed into the mattress, unable to hold yourself up thanks to your bound hands. Dave admires the shape of your back as it bows, bending over you to nip at the tattoo between its dimples. 

The cool sting of the lube on your tight hole has you squirming, but Dave runs his hand up and down your hip while the other spreads the gel around your rim, dipping three fingers inside once more to keep you spread wide. 

Here's the problem: Dave is big. His girth is impressive and his length equally so, ridged with veins, curved slightly to the left when it gets hard. Now that it is hard, you get a little worried that he won’t fit—and then you get more than a little determined to make sure it fits. 

“Relax,” he says into your skin, kissing your tattoo before he rises, removing his slick fingers from your ass. You try, closing your eyes and focusing on the gentle caress of your hip, but when the tip prods your hole and wrenches it open, forming a tight seal that’s as unrelenting as it is pleasurable, you gasp, gooey and clicking with drool. He’s much, much bigger than three fingers.

“Oh, God.”

“I know, sweet girl. I know it’s big. Breathe, nice and slow. You’re gonna feel so good. Gonna fuckin’ beg for it.”

His hand smooths over your back, your tattoo, now your ass, spreading your cheeks apart so he can watch himself disappear inside you. The sound that comes from your throat is strangled, and Dave isn’t much better, chest heaving, temple dripping with sweat, restraining himself to avoid hurting you. But—

“You’re so fucking tight,” he says through his teeth, slapping your ass just to get some of his own frustration out. “Fuck, baby. You were fuckin’ made for me.”

“Mmmmm,” you say, your body keening, ass pushing against him and back arching. “Fuck me like you mean it, Mr. York. Make it up to me.”

Dave York does not back down from a challenge, not when it comes from your mouth. “Mrs. York,” he murmurs, grinding his hips against your ass. “Tell me you love me.”

“Earn it,” is your reply. 

He fucking will. 

Dave pulls halfway out of you and fits himself back in, earning a gurgled moan from your mouth, half-hidden into the pillows. He’s not going to last long like this, but he has never once come before you during sex, and he will not earn your forgiveness by starting now. Not that you’re making it easy, the way your tight asshole squeezes him, sucks him in, begging to be filled. 

My back is gonna fucking smart tomorrow, he thinks, snapping his hips hard against your ass and holding you fast to him, impaled on his dick. You’re dripping onto the mattress beneath you, and you only know this because you can feel it dribbling down your own thighs. Dave fucks you like an animal in heat, his legs bracketing your hips, one strong arm sliding around your front to keep you supported as the rest of you crumbles. 

“Tell me how it feels.”

You have heard this many times before. It’s how he checks in, gauges your comfort, makes adjustments as necessary. Only, now, you can’t speak for long enough to tell him; your teeth are bearing down on the bed sheets, your nose crushed to the mattress, the delicious drag of his cock inside your tight hole so blissfully overwhelming that speech flees your tangible skills. 

You don’t even care that you can’t touch him. All you seek now is ruin.

The tone of his voice, soft and dark as the roll of tires over the road at nighttime, spills down your spine. “Oh, baby. Want me to fuck you stupid? Is that what you want, sweet girl?” Wordlessly, you nod, managing not even a whimper. Dave licks his teeth, his fingers as your clit, and begins to pound you so hard that the bed rocks. 

It’s so good that nothing matters except for your orgasm. You get selfish and greedy and your cunt closes around nothing, your asshole gaping and accommodating the thick fucking cock inside, your fingers flexing uselessly, wrists bound, for a taste of something to grab when it finally happens.

You gasp, choke, swallowing stones, dirt, linen, too much, harder, cologne, you’re coming, it’s too much, Dave, cool night breeze, heralding fall, open windows, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m—

You cannot tell if your orgasm ends at all, or if he’s pulling more, more, from your body, but he begins to come, too, and it doesn’t matter because fuck, it feels so good. You feel every pulse of his cock as it pumps, pumps, pumps, filling you up, Dave growling like a fucking bear above you. Hips buck into your ass even though he cannot physically push any deeper, and his teeth sink into your throat as his body covers yours. It’s clear he needed this orgasm, too, and you take it happily, his hot cum shooting into your used asshole and none of it spilling over the tight seal that connects your bodies. 

He collapses on top of you, rapidly frees your wrists from their confines, then heaves himself off to the side, his mouth on your shoulder all the way along, his big arm tucking around your waist. He keeps his cock tucked inside you, spilling its last few drops, pulling you both onto your sides, your back meeting his sweat-slick chest. 

You toy with his fingers while his nose carves a path from your throat to your jawline, his mouth following. “I love your hands,” you whisper, your voice too raw still. “Love watching you write and type. They look so good inside me.”

“Fucked you stupid,” he declares, burying his face in your neck. You can feel the gradual ebb of his heartbeat against your back as he relaxes using your body. “You feel okay?”

“I feel really fucking good,” you tell him, letting your head rest against the pillow. “And I do love you.”

Dave gently nibbles your throat as if in reproach. “Don’t go forgiving me because I made you come,” he says grumpily. “Gotta earn it, remember?”

You reach back and scratch your nails against his scalp, which has him melting into you, sounds of idle pleasure leaving his pouty mouth. “Love isn’t a transaction,” you say. “It’s love because it’s a little bit unruly. I’m always going to love you, even when you fuck up. It’s about you loving me enough to make sure it never hurts for too long.”

“Hurting you,” says Dave, squeezing your fingers, “is not in the cards for me.”

His destiny is the opposite.

“You are never going to get complacent in this marriage. Do you understand me?” You thread your fingers through his and let him rub circles over your diamond ring. “If there is something you have to fix, you’ll tell me. This isn’t a guardianship. It’s a partnership.”

Dave nods, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “I promise, baby, to earn your love every single day. And I promise to bother the shit out of you constantly, even when you don’t want me around. I’ll follow you around like a puppy dog.”

You laugh, tugging on his hair. “We’ll work on it.”

DECEMBER

He’s searching through his desk for a file he needs to send Kovac, a bit frantic and frustrated because he’s got a date, and of course the file fucking disappears thirty seconds before the cars pulls up outside.

As he rifles through old documents, his peripheral catches something he tucked away long ago. Eyeing the list of crossed-out names, Dave trails his finger down each one, smirking. A job done. Another, and another—

He pauses. He most certainly did not make that pen mark; it’s a straight line of hot pink ink over the very last name of the list. 

Dave York. 

“Honey? Are you ready?” calls a sweet siren’s voice from the other side of the door. 

Dave drags his finger across the name. The ink has been dry for a long time. 

He shuts the desk drawer and leaves without the file he needs. It can wait. 

He’s got better things to do.

THE END. 

#kiwisbell's fics #pedro pascal #dave york #pedro pascal fic #dave york smut #dave york fanfiction #dave york x female reader #dave york x f!reader #dave york x you #dave york x reader #equalizer 2

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 438 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

God. It’s like every week, I get even more tired than the previous week. What has my life come to? I feel so dead inside.

Anyways, wooooo new chapter is here. Let’s goooooooo!!!

“DiD yOu JuSt HiT a CoP ?” Yeah mf. Call it “injustice” or a “crime”, IDC. Daniel gon beat yo ass GTA style. 😤

It’s ok Daniel, go get him!!!

*h e a v y s i g h*

. . .

PLEASE. EXCUSE ME FOR A SECOND WHILE I… “TAKE CARE OF SOME BUSINESS”.

*stays in the bathroom for about 30 min*

I'M KIDDING... not really.

BRUH EVEN DANIEL IS NAKED? AROUND GUN??? This is dangerous. 😭😭😭

OHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYY GAAAAAAAHHHHHDDDD.... SIRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! THE WET HAIR THOOOOOO. 😩😩🤤🤤🤤🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

I def know what I want for Christmas this year... 👀

Santa would definitely kill me in my sleep...

N S F W M E M E W A R N I N G !!!

(If you don't wanna see the inappropriate meme, just scroll past it.)

God, my 😺 been quivering... What? I bet those of you who read Rendezvous would agree that you want him too. I'M LOOKING AT YOU!! READERS WHO'VE READ THOSE CHAPTERS ACTING LIKE YOU HAVEN'T THOUGHT ABOUT IT, SMH. 👁👁 Don't lie.

Man, this is giving me mad inspiration to write again. Who knew that some steamy shower panels would bring me back to continue writing for that story? How ironic. 😅

YESSSSSS GUN BBG, MAN WHORE, DADDYYYYYYY. 🥰

DAAAAAAAAMMMNNNNN DANIEL, BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE FANCY FIGHTING SPINS!!! Also, "I'm gonna get punished severely when I get back." 🧐 Is Gun gonna make you give him 🧠 or nah? Like what?

BRUHHHHHHHHHH. DANIEL NOOOOOOOOOO!!! 😭😭😭

AWWWW BABY, DON'T BEAT YOURSELF UP ABOUT IT. JUST CONTINUE TO GIVE IT YOUR ALL!!! 🥺🥺

Awwwww shit... Is this where I think this is going...? 😭

Hey Alexa, play "Lose Yourself" by Eminem.

OMG WAIT. HE DOESN'T LOOK THAT DIFFERENT FROM WHEN HE WENT CRAZY MODE IN HIS OTHER BODY!!! :O God, it's like the same demon possessed Daniel or something.

OK DANIELLLLL!!! I SEE YOUUUUUU, KING!!!! 😩😩👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

AYO, IS THAT JAKE'S OLDER BROTHER??? 👀 HOW TF JAMES LEE KNEW ABOUT HIM AND NOT EVEN HIS OWN BROTHER, JAKE KIM KNEW ABOUT HIM UNTIL TOM LEE MENTIONED HIM??? 💀💀💀💀

Geez, I'm starting to feel bad for Jichang. Like, ok Daniel, I get it. Your fight with Jichang started because you're trying to find out more about Jinyoung and all that, but... y'all can't just... talk it out? 😅 "Civilized folks" style? No? Ok.

Oh crap... that's not good. 😬

B R U H. THESE PANELS GAVE ME MAD GOOSEBUMPS. SHIIIIIT. I HOPE DANIEL'S HOMIES ARRIVE!!!! 😖

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I KNEW ITTTTTTT!!! I TOLD Y'ALL WTF. 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I EVEN KNEW IT IN THE LAST REVIEW HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I GOT PSYCHIC POWERS. 🔮

SEE???? I CONCLUDED THIS LAST WEEK WITH MY OWN WORDS, BRUH. CALL ME A... G E N I U S. ✨ (Actually don't. I'm still a dumbass.)

"Thanks. I almost died just now." 💀💀💀💀 Idk why I thought that line from Hudson was funny to me LMFAOOO. Just caught me off guard because I mostly see him being so serious all the time. Also, Jichang... don't underestimate Daniel lol. It'll be your downfall if you do.

I stg. Almost every chapter, Daniel always gets even more attractive. 😍😍

I always see people comment on how Daniel is turning more into Gun due to how he has improved in fighting as the story progresses. HOWEVER, I've never heard Daniel becoming James Lee before and I find that concept very interesting. I'm not sure if PTJ is leading Daniel towards that path of him becoming the new "James Lee", since he is a self-righteous character who seeks truth.

Even though I find this moment to be very cool, I worry that Daniel might create more enemies for himself and I hope he doesn't kill anyone then spiral into long-term guilt like James Lee.

God, I still can't get over the GUN SHOWER PANELS. AHHHHHHHHH!!! HIM... NAKED??? I MEAN, COME ON MAN. HE LITERALLY IS EXPENSIVE ALCOHOL WHO REALLY AGED SO GOOD. SO TASTY. SO DELICIOUS. SO SCRUMPT-DIDDLY-UMPTIOUUUSSSSS!!! CALL ME A CONNOISSEUR, BUT HE CAN BE THE YAMATO TO MY HENNESSY, WITH HIS HIGH PRICED SEXY ASS. 🤤🤤🖤🖤🖤🖤

If any one mentions him in the shower, yk Imma be "showering" down there. 💦

ALSO, WE NEED MORE SHOWER FAN SERVICE PTJ. KEEP 'EM COMING!!!

The correct answer is "Both".

They'd be amazing Calvin Klein models.

Anyways, BYE- 🏃🏽‍♀️

#THIS CHAPTER IS SO GOOD!!! 😫 #GOLLYYY MY SENSES ARE TINGLING #MY LIL MEOW MEOW 😩😩💦💦 #Gun plsssssssssss make me your baby 💀 #lookism #lookismaddict #lookism 438 #lookism spoilers #lookism spoiler #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism memes #lookism meme #daniel park #park hyungseok #kwak jichang #gun park #park jonggun #james lee #kang dagyeom #jay hong #hong jaeyeol #hudson ahn #hyunseong ahn

[nunalastor]

Inbox Post Spam!

Anonymous asked:

Nice to see a blog that's normal about FICTIONAL incest (it's not real get over it anon)

it's 100% fair for people to be put off by it and not be able to get over the power dynamics. it's just not something that bothers us personally when it's two consenting adults

Anonymous asked:

Morningcesters make some noise!!!🎉🎉🎉🎉

slay y'all

Anonymous asked:

got jumpscared by the BOATER while scrolling, I wore one for 4 years and hoped I’d never see one again why does the universe do this

It could be worse. It could have been the fedora.

Anonymous asked:

My friend redesigned Vox and Valentino into like good guys but they still fucked but she also made Valentino really tiny and squeaks so she asked me how they fucked and I said “if he has a dick and asshole it works” than I said “ *thump* *squeak* *thump* *sqeak* “ so this is your fault 👍

Anonymous asked:

I now squeak whenever i see radioapple stuff or anything with lucifer and alastor and i am now blaming you for it

-😋

Anonymous asked:

Funny thing about MY type of asexuality is I get horny, and then I project hard on my favorite characters. I don't WANT to find a partner or think of myself in that position, I'd prefer to live vicariously through my favorite characters and project onto them

Anonymous asked:

For some reason I forgot that Rosie was Rosie and thought when You type Susan Deg you were saying Rosie like a derogatory insult smt

I think I forgot who Susan was (even though I saw her picture at least 3 times) and my brian replaced her with Rosie

we would never disrespect rosie smh

@fujillamaparadise asked:

mood

idr what this is in reference to but i know i agree

Anonymous asked:

🪱🐍🦌📺

Passing by to tell traumatized mod that I started making a wormgate fanfic and there are currently 3+1 chapters 😏

thanks for the trauma

Anonymous asked:

I SWER TO GOD

THIS PERSON HAS THE SQUEAKY PART OF A DOG TOY

IN THEIR FUCKING MOUTH.

WHAT THE FUCK

THE *SQUEAK* *THUMP* SHIT IS HAUNTING MY BRAIN

-3💗

Anonymous asked:

Why does Lucifer gotta be so goddamn submissive and breedable. THERE SHOULD BE NOTHING THAT SEXY ABOUT THE FUCKING DEVIL HIMSELF.

I’ll see myself out, but only after I get to tap that ASS like I’m playing cookie clicker.

@mylz-flick asked:

Hey papis, how much sleep did you get? Did you sleep well? When can we start the somnophillia arc?

i'm 80% likely to be asleep at any given time, cursed mod probably got like four hours last night. they're a menace.

@katsuki17302 asked:

How did you start to get many hearts?🧐

You mean followers/engagement? I think because this blog was started at the height of Hazbin Hotel's popularity, we use the same tags pretty consistently, and we post so much stuff it's pretty difficult not to see us in a lot of the major tags. So, happy accident.

Anonymous asked:

What is going on with all the nun cursed cat Alastors 😭😭

something glorious.

Anonymous asked:

dommy mommy or subby hubby?

dommy mommy. men shouldn't have rights.

@fujillamaparadise asked:

Once upon a time, Alastor Altruist fell in love with a beautiful jambalaya. They got married, took over the world, and lived happily ever after. The end.

ty for this beautiful and riveting tale

@mylz-flick asked:

I just went and said hey to all my husbands and wives. Of course I have to end it with my favourite daddies.

Soz how are you daddy? Daddies? (With no rizz)

Better now that you're here, baby. <3 (With even less rizz)

@oholycatgod asked:

Ok I seriously gotta ask

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS IT WITH WORMS

ARE YOU OK???

WHAT HAPPENED

you can find the saga under the #wormgate hashtag but tl;dr one of the mods was like being held down and force fed worms is kinda hot??

#nunalastor asks

[funkylittlebats]

Ok wait I'm having Timberkon thoughts.

What if Kon and Bernard have known each other for a while before Bernard and Tim even see each other again. Kon stops by this one coffee shop whenever he's on his way to hang out with Tim, and becomes a regular, and Bernard is the barista who serves him most often. Y'all know where this is going.

Kon and Bernard end up becoming... eh, not quite friends, they don't see each other enough for that. But they definitely enjoy the others company. Eventually Bernard even gets comfortable enough to rant to Kon about his crazy theories, and Kon just sits there like "oh. This mfer kinda cute actually." Bernard, of course, already thought the same about Kon (he's not blind).

Flash forward, Tim wants to introduce his best friend to his boyfriend so he invites Kon over and when he gets there Bernard and Kon just stare and each other like ??? You??? It's you??? And all three of them just sit there confused until Tim finally pipes up asking like. Yo wtf.

And then Kon and Bernard just BUST out laughing, trying to explain the situation to Tim through wheezes. Everything settles down and they eat take-out on the couch with a movie.

(Now here's where I'm gonna branch off into two different endings, a sweet one and a funny one, bc I can't decide which one I like more.)

Ending 1 (sweet)

Kon hangs out with Tim and Bernard more and more, and everything just feels natural, but they never discuss it, what there is between the three of them--if anything. It gets to the point that Kon has slept in their bed with them a few times.

It's one of those times that the delicate silence breaks. Tim wakes up first (for the first time in history lol), makes the three of them breakfast, and sets their plates down in front of them when the two finally make their way to the kitchen. "Here ya go, my loves."

It just sort of slips out like that. He didn't really mean to say it, he was still a bit bogged down with sleep (he'd only had one cup of coffee, not nearly enough for Tim). They all freeze, pointedly not looking at each other. He could play it off, they're close enough that it wouldn't be that weird to call Kon "his love" and pretend it's still platonic. But then Bernard slips his hand around Kon's and brings it up to his lips.

And there it was. That was all the confirmation any of them needed to make it official. Tim and Bernard were Kon's and Kon was their's, just as much as they were each other's. No more pretending that the obvious wasn't there, they could finally breathe.

Ending 2 (funny)

Kon hangs out with Tim and Bernard more and more, and everything just feels natural, but they never discuss it, what there is between the three of them--if anything. But it bugs Bernard. It bugs him so much--he's not the type who can just leave stuff like this unsaid, it's killing him!

So he decides he's gonna fucking talk about it, whether his boys like it or not. He sits them down one night before dinner (which they eat together every day--I mean seriously how are they not official yet? These emotionally constipated idiots smh) and connects his laptop to the tv.

Oh, Bernard revels in the blush onhis boys' faces when they read the screen. "Why Tim Drake, Kon El, and Bernard Dowd should be in an official polyamorus relationship"

He has some pretty damning evidence, it must be said. A picture of Tim asleep with his head in Kon's lap, a long and incomplete lists of cute but unofficial dates the three have been on (roller skating, picnics, museums and galleries, watching sunsets on rooftops, ...), the fact that Tim changed his costume to honor Kon and then spent years trying to clone him, etc.

When he's finally done he does not give them even a second to ask questions before scurrying off to go heat up leftovers for them. When comes back to them sucking each other's face, he just smiles proudly and pinches Tim to get them to break apart for food, snickering at his yelp.

There's no more tension when they wrap their bodies around each other and fall asleep that night.

#timberkon #timber #timbern #timkon #tim drake #bernard dowd #kon el #conner kent #dc #batman #batfam #red robin #superboy

[meiieiri]

holy shit. I didn't think Gojo could sink any lower in WE but then he put his hands around her neck and CHOKED her. immediately no!! the reddest of red flags!!! she needs to run in the opposite direction and not look back

there is really no hope or redemption for abusive men who put their hands on their partners in such a violent and sadistic way I'm sorry!! there is simply no way to come back from that. even if they eventually end up on better terms, their entire relationship will be overshadowed by the fact that he physically abused her on their wedding day in a fit of narcissistic rage. damn.

it doesn't matter what he suspects her of doing (stealing the earrings that she would somehow even know about or know where they were kept in his room???) or even if he thinks she's a gold digger who made a deal for money with his parents, nothing warrants straight up strangulation!!! walk away girl!!!! you shouldn't have to play therapist to try and fix a broken man and you sure as hell don't deserve to be a punching bag while he sorts out his own fucking mess

This is not a child who doesn't know any better. this is a fully grown adult man that is using his shitty relationship with his parents as a reason to take out his anger on someone weaker and more vulnerable in every sense. physically, financially, and social-status wise.

OH and the fact that his parents know about his violent tendencies and allowed y/n to be with him after that?!? they're sick in the head too. they sent her to the slaughterhouse and had the audacity to act sorry about it omg. The mom is worse imo because she's also a massive enabler of his atrocious behaviour. She knows exactly who her son is and still allowed an innocent woman to fall into the path of his destruction. all to save their shitty image. fuck the royal family reputation shit bro y'all aint special or different you still eat shit and sleep like the rest of us!!! ugh screw the lot of them (except Suguru bahaha)

honestly Himiko.......... you can keep him girly pop lmao!!! no wonder they're so attracted to one another, they're both terrible human beings tripping on the imaginary power they think they have over the rest of society. smh. all that money and still no class.

p.s I hope the damn butler dude who delivered the earrings exposes all they ugly asses!!!!! fuck them up!!!

Honestly, I’m so excited to see how else this fic turns out, because there was a massive reason behind Satoru’s rampage, not saying it could ever hope to justify why he was so angry to the point of strangling Y/N, but there is some layer of complexity to his destructive behavior that only Himiko knows about in the rawest sense. What makes her actions more disturbing is the fact that she knew about all that and still chose to exploit it to put Y/N in the frying pan. This woman knows nothing but hatred, greed is her God, and when Satoru was completely broken, she put his pieces back together however she wanted which is the reason we have this version of Satoru today.

Not saying he’s blameless, but if there’s one thing I’ll stand by, it’s the chilling fact that Himiko has toyed with the prince long enough and all that is about to come crashing down at her feet. Before all this, just a saddening fact, Satoru was just as beloved as Suguru in the court of public opinion, his people loved him, and he wasn’t so different from Y/N herself.

As his father said to Himiko in the first chapter: “I’ve allowed you to lead my son astray long enough.”

#⚘—letters to ei #fic: water’s edge

[xanuchi]

So...We have Octavinelle and Pomefiore reaction of the basically: dad sneeze- I think it's time for Heartslabyul to hear the beautiful symphony 💫

So can I request Heartslabyul reacting to the demonic sneeze? 👀

I would sell my soul to see Riddle's reaction-

Anyway, have a great day/night whatever it is where you are 🧚🏼‍♀️💫

JAJWJAJWJAJE HELPP LESSGOO WE GET THE CRACKHEAD BOIS 💪💪‼️✨✨✨(ง'̀-'́)ง✨ HAKSSJSM

I believe Heartslabyul all share one single braincell tbh ANYWHAIEJWODH (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

riddle rosehearts; 🌹

Carefully sleeping beside Riddle, he focused on doing his work.

This tWink rEFUSEs to allow himself to get any sleep without at least memorising five different words learnt in class and going over every single sH i T T Y ASS SUBJECT—

As the quiet snores gently echoed in the dark room, a dimly lit lamp held barely enough light, because of yo biTCH AsS can't sleep with too much light smh PUSSY 😱😱 /j

(A/N: ily my lil rose-san , *kiss kiss*)

He would quietly watch over you before turning back to his work, and until then, he had finished;

Riddle can't take his eyes off you while sleeping, he utterly adores it.. So he leans in softly, admiring your face

When your humble face, pink lips slightly open apart.. he can't help but see your pretty face shimmer under the moonlight.

Riddle leans in closer.. and closer.. cupping your cheek softly..—

BITCH WAKE THE FUCK UP, YOU FUCKING WOKE UP ACCIDENTALLY INHALING SOME DUST AND HEADBUTTED THE POOR BOY WHILE HE WAS SCREAMING—

ON TOP OF IT UR ATROCIOUS ASS SNEEZE SCARING HIM TO DEATH —

HELDOEJDOWHDJR !/!'‼️‼️ someoNE CALL THE POLICE ;;;; SATAN LITERALLY POSSESSED YOU iN FRONT OF HIM

gOD KnowS HOw rIDDLe wOuLd eXplAIN thaT unhOly aSs nOISE tO TREY AND CaTEr sEnpAi.

Prefect-san. Have you considered ✨therapy.✨

genuinely questions if sOMETHING POSSESSED YOU THEN SUDDENLY YOU GO BACK TO SLEEP LIKE??? EWISKEDHJ?!?!!?!

Needless to say, Riddle wAS dYING whILsT HIDING IN THE CORNER —

shawty bae needing pope francis, he gonna appear for the third time y'all–

Oh fuck you feel another one comING- RIDDLE FUCKIGNGNTJ R U N 🏃‍♀️🏃🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

trey clover ; ♣️

This muscular ass man fLINCHED sO HEAVILY;; Like both of you were just minding your own business in the kitchen.

He was just happily making Riddle new desserts to try with various ingredients scattered and littered throughout the dry desk basked in white flour, drops of water somewhat scattered as he kneaded the dough so pasSIonATElY wekwjejAjejdj

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ (A/N: totally not a trey simp cOUGHSJDJE but fr though have yoU seen hIS ARMS?!!?!)

"Ah, buttercup. Mind passing me the flour? I think the dough is getting sticky again.."

You happily obliged to his request. Your eyes sparkled happily as you hopped off the chair you were sat on and helped him sprinkle some of the flour upon the table.

Before you knew it, yo dumbass fucking snorted soME Of the flour accidentally lIKE IT WAS THE ✨MAGICAL WHITE POWDER✨

damn fr prefect getting high on that guud shit.

THE UNGODLY COLOSSAL SNEEZE HE HEARD WAS SOMETHING THAT REACHED BEYOND ANY UNIVERSE - aNY SINGLE PLANET

IT WAS A MIX BETWEEN AGONY AND PAIN AND SATANS CRIES AND SCREAMS THAT SENT TREY FLYING WITH WAR FLASHBACKS

SHAWTY U GOOD??!! 🧍

anyways your dumdum bubblegum ass not only made his soul evaporate with his glasses cracked;

the flour was sent flying everywhere which caused you to sNeEZE ONCE MORE —

HELSOHDOWJD this was normal to you.

cater diamond ;♦️

Cuddling your gentle boyfriend who cares ever so much, you both sat on your bed, listening to him ramble about all sorts of things that happened to him this afternoon.

Cater was thrilled to show you multiple pictures of him on vacation, birthdays, family pictures before he entered NRC, and his baby pictures of course becauS why nOt :DDDD

Occasionally stumbling across pictures of him and his sisters where he'd be doused in makeup, dresses adorned with candy accessories and lacey ballgowns fit for a typical 5 year old girl. (Mother must've sent him that.)

He hesitantly scrolled past them, holding you closer as he chuckled softly.

hOwEVER—

This scene quickly escalated as the moment Mr Weasley— Yhhhshdjd 😩 Cater, pressed on the fUcking settings oN hiS magicaM accOunt—

Oh my fUCK. The moment you let out a gigantic sneeze bigger than Idia's will to live— His heART DROPPED D E A D.

MANS LET OUT THE MOST GIRLY HIGH PITCHED SCREAM AS HE SEES YOU FULL ON LAUNCH YOUR HEAD BACK AND HEARD THE MOST POWERFUL SNEEZE RIPPED OUT —

NOT ONLY THAT, BUT HE ALSO WAS JUST ABOUT TO PRESS THE "DELETE" BUTTON ON HIS MAGICAM ACCOUNT— bESTIE ISTG IF U EVER- 🏃💨💨💨🔫🔫

He swears he just witnessed Satan secretly possessing you right then and there offering him nO FUCKING MERCY TO HIS EARS—

the boi is crying.

he's crying.

go comfort him now you satanic cute ass gremlin🔫😤😤😤💖

ace trappola ; ♥️

So basically, your unholy ass "sneeze" is the basic equivalent to Fluttershy's "Scream."

sO OF COURSE HEUDHEHDU(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

Ya gotta take advantage of that, darling.💪✨

Whenever his dumbass decides to tease Deuce and pick a fight with Grim, you're almost essentially sO wrOng for this bUTHAHWJAHS ITS SO UNGODLY FUNNY TO SEE HOW HE JUST SHUTS HIS MOUTH WHENEVER YOU'RE ABOUT TO "SNEEZE" ON COMMAND—

I bless his fucking soul if you can actually sneeze on command because that means you have total control over him 24/7 AND HE WILL SUBMIT TO YOUR WILL —

Let me explain. The first time he'd had heard your sweet, innocent ass sneeze like an elephant that had suffocated satan in its fucking stomach— Let me tell you he was shaking, beGGING CRYING AND SOBBIGNWJJDWIDHSHSHHAH

HE SHUT HIS MOUTH SO SILENTLY AND BEGS YOU DON'T EVER DO IT AGAIN KFHSOEJWSKSKDHSH

ELSE, HE'LL ACTUALLY START TEARING UP WHILE SCREAMING HAKSHAKSJWKS

The bitch has to almost cover your fucking mouth and nose whenever you are about to sneeze with or without command. and you swat his hand away and leT SATAN LOOSE—

why do you do this to him HEKSOWHSOWJDJS

deuce spade ; ♠️

Honestly, the same thing goes for Ace except Deuce actually tries to control himself before he ever gets a chance to pick a fight with someone.

Deuce knows better than to mess with his S/O, knowing that despite his strength physically, emotionally you're able to silence him if he becomes too rowdy.

BUT OH HEAVENS, WHEN YOU SNEEZE HE ACTUALLY STARTS SCREAMING LIKE CATER AHAKAJEJWJD

HE'S ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED BUT BY GOD IF AIR RAID SIRENS AND IPHONE EARRAPE ALARMS WERE A PERSON, IT'D BE YOU, PREFECT-SAN.

sobsob why must you damage his ears with the moST SCARIEST Sneeze he had ever heard.

Mans never experienced the dad sneeze before (i felt bad for saying thATHIADHKASHAKDH) BUT PLS 💀💀 AT LEAST HE DOES NOW??? LMFAOOAAOAO

In other occasions when it's just private moments with you and him, he starts to get paranoid whether you'll do it aGAINFHAJSAJS

likE ITS ONE THING TO DO IT IN PUBLIC WHERE OTHER NOISES MAY BLOCK IT aka riddles incoherent chihuahua barking at floyd who merely ✨exists✨.

bUT LIKe?? TO DO IT IN DROP-DEAD SILENCE WHERE ITS JUST THE TWO OF YOU,?

you start to pour and think that he hates spending time with you when in reality he's just terrified if you will sneeze again and it might knock him into a coma HAISJLWSJWLDJEIDJEJ

Send jESUS, HE MIGHT TRY TO COVER YOUR MOUTH IF YOU'RE ABOUT TO SNEEZE AND THE BITCH HAS LIKE uHhHh

SPIDEY SENSES YKYK?? HE'S DEFINITELY GOING TO FEEL YOUR SNEEZE COMING AND IMMEDIATELY COVER YOUR MOUTH WHILE UR THRASHING ABOUT AND SOBBINGWHKDSHKAJSK

Heartslabyul boys are the most chaotic thanks to Spade and Trappola. Have it at that and enjoy torturing them with all your power. HAJAHWKWJD

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland x reader #headcanons #x reader #fiction #riddle rosehearts #riddle x y/n #twisted wonderland riddle #twisted wonderland trey #trey clover #trey x reader #cater diamond #cater x reader #twisted wonderland cater #twisted wonderland ace #ace trappola #ace x reader #twisted wonderland deuce #deuce spade #deuce x reader #heartslaybul x reader #heartslabyul #heartslabyul boys x reader

[acearohippo]

Y'all, I just spent the last 6 or so hours typing up some filthy smut between Tang Xuan and Li Ling. The last time I was seized with the urge to write smut was about 3 years ago.

Y'all.

It is 2.30 almost 3 in the damn morning. I got to get up for work in 2. Hours. Fuck.

I really wanted Ling to wreck the fuck out of Xuan. I really wanted to expand on my headcanon for Xuan's endless energy (too tired to find and link that post). Also Intersex!Tang Xuan is where it's at. Also a bit kinky towards the end. And since fandom won't give me Li Ling using all SIX of his arms to wreck Tang Xuan, well damn Fine, I'll Do It Myself.

6000+ words, smutty smut from start to fin.

I'mma post it to ao3 sometime this week.

Here's a preview. We jump out the gate with the smut so be warned and wary of your surroundings.

Morning (aka 3 hours later) edit: Expand for better quality. Sorry, probs should've just copy/pasted the blurb rather than post a screen shot. This why we shouldn't make decisions running on no sleep, smh.

#li ling dislyte #dislyte #li ling #tang xuan #tang xuan dislyte #I know the ship name is lixuan but there's also another ship from another fandom with that name so like.. #here's hoping it goes to the correct audience lmfao #lixuan #lingxuan #is what it should be yeah? #xuanline #that works too #i'm tired #the smut demons really got me tonight/this morning

[icanseethefuture333]

idk why but stray kids give me racist vibes and I really don't know why smh! Lmaooo

These "would this idol or this idol group be interested in dating outside of their race" questions are interesting tbh. I wonder if the people who ask these questions would still be interested in korean culture and dating Koreans if it weren't for Kpop and Korean dramas. Just wondering.

A lot of kpop fans and stans fetishize Asian people. It's obvious.

Compared to the west it seems that eastern people aren't really open to the idea of dating outside of their race or ethnicity and that's fine.

People in general often fetishize foreigners too! only wanting to sleep with them for the "experience" as weird as that sounds. Never understood that way of thinking tbh. Just because it's a foreigner that doesn't mean the snusnu is gonna be good tf💀💀💀 mid dick is mid dick.

Imo these idols specifically these male kpop idols most likely would only sleep with a "foreigner" but only a few would actually go on to date and marry one. I mean y'all see those story times on YouTube and tiktok! Y'all know!

Well first, the person who asked me the question dmed me and was very nice about it, so I don't believe they asked out of the fact they're Korean or kpop idols, but more so because they are attracted to them. So let's not make that assumption or accuse them of fetishizing them because that's a strong accusation. Yeah there is kpop fans who are racist and fetishize Asian people but that is a large fanbase we're talking about, not everyone is like that.

Korean women themselves have said that majority of Korean men do date foriegners with the intention to have sex. So it's just a matter of being careful.

Stray Kids have done things that were problematic, so if that is how you feel you are entirely entitled to that opinion. I do believe they are learning from their mistakes and are trying to be better people. I also want to mention that these are readings for entertainment and not to be meant to slander their character, so take whatever resonates leave what doesn't.

Tbh some idols could be married / in a long term relationship with a foreigner and we don't know 🤷🏽‍♀️. Their dating life isn't the same as it is in America. Most keep it private or only go public if they are dating another famous idol (Jennie for example and the people she dated). It's just a matter of if you're willing to put up with that, like I said before, I personally wouldn't because I think a "private but secret" relationship is a joke and I'm not a woman to be kept but to be cherished and admired. 🥱

#ask #anon #kpop readings #racism #racial fetishization #kpop

[cupids-chamber]

is that a yanfei pfp omg, my inner and outer yanfei main loves you oh oh oh and and and also screw that dumbass ask this anon sent about yuuka THEY ARE SO INCORRECT GRRR "y'all only like yuuka because she is a girl!1!1!1!1!1!1!"

yeah no fucking shit so many of us like her because it solidifies the place of fem!yuus in the twstverse and stops dumbass people saying "hmph. its a MALE ONLY COLLEGE why do you have a female OC?? Just make a male OC???" (obviously not every person is like this and we should still appreciate masc OCs they matter just as much mwah) but we should denounce people who are so close minded.

like mannnnn that ask made me so annoyed but your response literally summarised everything i would've wanted to put into words but a bit less violent. the audacity they had to send in that dumbass ask smh like damn bitch let people enjoy a new character? so what if it's fem!yuu? like this is one of the times twst isn't being problematic but nah people still gotta have a problem with this and not the other issues (cough cough "Monsieur pyramid" cough cough)

also yuuken was actually pretty hyped up intially did that anon just sleep through an entire period of twst tumblr fandom lmao. i remember people writing so many fics and i haven't seen anyone say jack shit but the moment it's yuuka its "Nooo you're gonna project onto her waaaah!" like pls stfu we are literally just excited for a new character joining our silly fandom and becoming the subject of either a) unimaginable fluff or b) unimaginable angst smh /j

im sorry for taking my silly anger out in your askbox (ofc none of that is directed at you cause you wrote a bomb ass response to them and honestly you really put them in their place!) but that ask just annoyed me so mf much and i been thinking over my anger of it for a day and a half now

love your fics btw I get so mf excited when you post EJFHHEJD I hope you're having a lovely day mwah mwah, feel free to ignore this ask too no pressure 💓

(_____)

NO BECAUSE I HELD MYSELF BACK, I say a lot of shit when I'm mad so it's better I hold myself back in these scenarios. But that's true, like search the Yuuken x reader tag and you'll find a sum of fanfic's, if you go to the yuuka x reader tag.. It's just me!

Sure Yuuka's hyped up, but like you said a decent chunk of it was due to the fact that her existence makes it so no one can attack fem oc's. And yeah a whole other part of the fandom simped for her, but you have got to understand that majority of the twisted wonderland fandom from my experience is homosexual.

Like I know a decent few lesbians, who write twst fanfic, so it's like not much of a shock that people simp for her a lot. And anon has to realize that fanfiction was created so you can self insert yourself in a scenario.

Like making that comment on a fanfic blog, was really fucking stupid ngl. And it seemed misogynistic from my perspective, ngl. I didn't say it because in my humble opinion that might've been "taking it too far"

Anyways, thank you for sharing your opinion, (And it's ok to rant to me as long as your not being rude abt anything) AND THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING MY WORK <3 And abt Yanfei, I've been growing her! I may main her one she gets to lvl 90!

#— cc. answers !! '' #— cc. anons ''

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Alright, I watched half of Crush cause I needed something easy to watch for a bit, and now I think I am ready to continue my SL rewatch.

As usual for tonight, prepare for analyses of Ámbar's train of thoughts in her homelife situation, commentary on the family drama, mocking Matteo for existing.... and of course, screaming about Lumon and Jam - cause barely anyone does, so I have to!! I am a lonely provider but then so be it. Someone has to! Why does everyone have to be the same?

Also Simbar is blooming in these upcoming eps so I will comment on that too. Probably not as much, since everyone talks about Simbar and they've been so analysed, so I can't come up with more than "aww" for them. But I will. And it wouldn't surprise me if my small simbar posts got twice as many notes as any post I make about Lumon and especially about Jam. Y'all are sleeping on Jam so fucking much smh /hj

#let's go!!

[scoups4lyfe]

if you can't liveblog then it's fine that you can't!

AWWWWW

*BRO*

(♡μ_μ).

Ngl while my sis's cancer diagnosis is like surreal as sh*t, right now everything is looking REALLY good. (I'll expand on this in SS-anon's ask that I see out of the corner of my eye <33)

Some hearts for y'all beloved homie(s):

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

But damn I'm sorry y'all. Like yeah I'm always a lying liar that lies when I say things like "Gonna liveblog tonight" [3 days no word] LOL.

See I have a multi-layered problem that consumes my time faster than GIff consuming Squid.

Yeah, life (lol). But for me it's a mix of my ADHD fking me up sideways and a little to the right.

I always feel like things would flow much smoother if I was more transparent and just live-blogged every now and again what I'm doing like "LoL at work yee YEE". Cuz then at least you'd get a feel for what exactly I'm doing instead of like the three days of silence.

(Three being a metaphorical representation of any number to infinity)

But why it takes me so long boils down to three things (for myself and productivity) ---

(1) Time Blindness (this one ALWAYS gets me LOL)

you would not believE how fast a day can go for me. Like these weeks have been flying by so quick I feel like I'm drownin (rip)

(2) The clock and expectation mixing together gives me an unfortunate bout of anxiety.

Like I rlly love and appreciate every1 that follows and enjoys and engages with my liveblogs lol. It's really such a highlight being able to share my thoughts and just go fan-crazy with other ppl who *GET* it, y'know? And it is also SUCH a motivator.

But tumblr's media limit shot me with adrenaline. Where (with my time blindness lmao rip) I always feel like I'm in a race against the clock to post as much as I can before it hits midnight (and everything resets)

So if its like 10pm the amount of anxiety spikes that shoot through me if I even glance at the clock and put any care on time is like insane actually. I guess "adrenaline" is more correct than anxiety, but it def has an anxious edge to it.

And I don't really care about anxiety cause I'm not an anxious person. A lot of people actually call me too laid back /lackadaisical.

But the problem is that if I get these spikes they almost immediately send me into a mixed state.

(Lol no idea if y'all even kno what that is so:)

And if I get into a mixed state oooooooooo. Well lets just say those are the times where I have the tumblr tab open along with like 20 other tabs, and then I proceed to spend 42-75 hours without sleep obsessed over something random and unimportant.

(last week I was looking at BJD --hAH. That I can't even afford smh. WHY. And I did this for at least 42 hours without sleep. ).

....This post is getting too long so:

TLDR;

I work a job but since I'm a writer (in my own time), I need to write/edit, and also I need to practice drawing -- And these can take up an incredibly long amount of time if I don't set alarms LOL.

Then combine that with ADHD, and bi-polar episodes and WOO. We are truly partying >:)). And THEN combine that with life responsibilities and things like my physical health issues --directly relating to food allergies, which are always ready to duke it out with me in the yard.

(Below is a journal entry from when I was in a mixed episode)

(If I don't seriously monitor when I last ate and how much I ate my blood sugar drops and I get brain fog that makes it literally impossible for me to think or retain anything in my mind past 5 seconds.)

#I mean I def get distracted do other things LOL #I'm literally making the stupidiest revice ppt rip #and also working on revice fanfiction / drabble #one requested by you mxbbadperson #mxbbadperson #anons #kronthescoup #my thougts #kamen rider revice #ikki why is ur demon so cringe #kamen rider #revice liveblog #4lyfe #asks #inbetween baths #bath 34 #revice