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[laminy]

Ben gives Gwil a kiss, and then waves at the others. “Have fun! Don’t break anything.”

“He’s talking to you,” Gwil says, pointing at Joe.

“Why aren’t you coming?” Sami asks.

“Ben doesn’t like skiing,” Rami says.

“Why not?” Sami asks.

“I…” Ben shrugs, and laughs softly. “I just…don’t.”

“What are you gonna do all day then?” Sami asks.

“Sit in the lodge and drink hot cocoa,” Ben says.

“No! You have to come!”

“Ben doesn’t have to go skiing if he doesn’t want to, habibi,” Rami says, fixing Sami’s jacket.

“But I want him to,” Sami says.

“I don’t know how,” Ben says. “You’ll have more fun with your parents, without me slowing you down.”

“They can teach you,” Sami says.

“Yes, love,” Gwil says with a cheeky wink. “They can teach you.”

“I…” Ben swallows hard, and nods. It’s always been hard to tell Sami no. Since birth, even before he was old enough to ask for things. But Ben was really looking forward to his hot cocoa. He looks at Rami and Joe— Rami, of course, has his you don’t have to give in face on. Joe, of course, has on his you damn well better do it face. “How about a couple hours this morning,” he says finally, giving in.

“Yes!” Sami hops up and down, doing his karate chops as he cheers, and Ben smiles at Rami, already tired.

“Let me go grab my stuff.”

They wait for Ben to come back with his snow gear on, and Joe pats Ben on the back. “You’re a nice uncle.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

They shuffle outside, and Gwil kisses Ben. “Have fun.”

“Will do.”

Gwil and Joe head off to what Joe calls the big boy hill, leaving Rami, Ben, and Sami at the bunny hill where there’s instructors ready to go (tomorrow, Rami will take the big hill, and Joe will stick to the bunny).

“You don’t have to,” Rami murmurs, and Ben reaches up to adjust his hat.

“Yeah, I kind of do.” Ben looks around and sighs, and then grins at Sami. “Ready?”

“They teach,” Sami says, pointing at one of the instructors.

“They do,” Rami says. “Ready?” Sami nods eagerly, so Rami leads Sami over to one of the instructors. They get Sami set up on his skis, and help him up one of the tiniest, littlest hills that Ben’s ever seen. It looks more like they just shovelled a pile of snow.

Rami, of course, takes out his mobile to proudly snap photos of Sami as he goes down the little snow pile. Ben grins and claps for him, and Sami’s eager to go up and down over and over. 

Then it’s time to bump Sami up to an actual hill. Though not the whole way up, maybe like a quarter. Maybe less.

“You going up?” Rami asks Ben.

“I think he needs emotional support down here,” Ben says. “He needs someone to look at!”

“Okay.” Rami gets his skis and goes up the hill with Sami, and slowly goes down behind Sami, who’s going even slower. Like a snail’s pace. Then he speeds up some and starts wailing, so Ben hurries forward, ready to get him. 

Sami whines as he comes to a stop at the bottom, and he drops down on his bum.

“Are you alright?” Ben asks. “What’s going on?”

“I went too fast,” Sami says, looking up at him.

“Yeah,” Ben says. “You’ve seen Papa ski, he goes really fast.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Oh.” Ben looks over as Rami comes to a stop. “You don’t want to try it again?”

“What, you didn’t like it?” Rami asks.

“It was fast.”

“It’s downhill, habibi,” Rami says. 

“Is there no downhill?”

“What do you mean?” Rami asks.

“Can I ski not downhill?”

“Today we’re skiing on the hill,” Rami says.

Sami pouts, and his bottom lip wobbles, and he looks so, so sad. He looks at Ben, and then he looks back at Rami, poking him in the foot. He mumbles something, and Rami crouches down by him.

“What was that?” Rami asks, brushing some snow off Sami’s sleeve.

“I said, I’ll go again if Ben goes.”

Rami grins, and looks up at Ben. But then he puts on his serious face and looks back at Sami. “We don’t guilt people, habibi. If Ben doesn’t want to ski, he doesn’t have to.”

Oh, god. Ben shakes his head, but he already knows he’s going to say yes. He’s gonna do it. He can’t let Sami give up yet. “I can go down.”

“Really?” Sami hurries to his feet— or tries to, anyway, it’s a bit difficult with his skis on. He wobbles and grabs onto Rami. “Okay! I’ll go again!”

“Thank you,” Rami says, and Ben waves him off. Least he can do. Ben gets his skis on, and the three of them go up the hill together; again, not very far. But Rami goes down first, then Sami, and Ben follows behind him.

“You know how?” Sami asks. “You skied!”

“Just a little,” Ben says. “I’m not very good.” He’d gone on a handful of school trips when he was younger, Joe’s dragged him out before. That’s about the limit of his ability. It’s good enough for Sami, apparently.

“We’ll go again now,” Sami says, and Ben and Rami don’t even protest because they know there’s no other option.  

After that, Sami has so much fun going up and down his little hill, they lose track of time for the rest of the morning until Gwil and Joe come find them.

“Papa, I skied!” Sami throws his arms up in the air and tries hopping towards him but he stumbles on the skis. 

“Wow! That’s so cool!” Joe exclaims. “Baba?”

“We have photos,” Rami says.

“Love that,” Joe says.

“I’m surprised to see you still out here,” Gwil says, nudging Ben. “I think it’s a time for a lunch break.”

“Thank god,” Ben murmurs. They take off their skis, and make their way back to the lodge.

Gwil catches up with Rami and Sami, listening to all of Sami’s exciting stories.

“Did you have fun?” Joe asks, slinging his arm around Ben.

“I am tired as shit,” Ben says.

“And?”

Ben playfully rolls his eyes and sighs. “Yeah, yeah. It was…fun.”

Joe laughs loudly. “You don’t have to make it sound so awful.”

“It was good,” Ben says, glancing back at Rami and Sami. “They’re awesome.”

“I’ll get you your hot chocolate.”

“The biggest fucking one they have.”

Joe laughs again. “Deal.”

[grandline-fics]

S/O using Luffy or Ace or Sabo like a post. Just leaning against them at random times or shoulder bumping them. Affectionate cat headbumps.

Ahh this is so cute and so them! Keeping these and quick snippet/headcanons. This is all typed on my phone so excuse any spelling mistakes ���️

Ace

🔥The first time it happens it’s not long into your relationship becoming a romantic one. He’s standing talking to Marco when you suddenly flop against him, expecting him to keep standing tall and support you slumped form.

🔥 He wasn’t expecting it and tumbled sideways, knocking into Marco who was the only reason the two of you didn’t fall face first onto the deck.

🔥You were too tired to notice and remained pressed up and leaning against Ace, lightly nuzzling your head against his shoulder while he tried to recover from the unexpected shock and stay nonchalant about the whole thing. He’s an affectionate person naturally but the fact you’re both a couple makes the casual embrace seem more intimate than just a simple hug.

🔥 After that first occurrence it becomes your and Ace’s ‘thing’, randomly throughout the day when you both need a little moment to recharge you will seek each other out, regardless of what the other is doing and slump against the other and affectionately bump your head against them.

Sabo

🎩 It happens randomly. You were out on a mission, not the high adrenaline, fighting battles or the undercover and infiltration jobs. You were both stationed on a random island and told to just watch the target and observe newer recruits to the Revolutionary Army. Babysitting on top of observation= boring.

🎩 So you both did the only thing you could do, whatever popped into your head to starve off the boredom. At first you lightly tapped your foot against Sabo’s while looking ahead and having the face of composed innocence. When he looked away from you, you did it again. This time Sabo responded by doing the same.

🎩 The game continued and progressed from your feet to tapping the back of your hand against his, then lightly nudging his side with your elbow until you ended up bumping his shoulder with yours. Every time Sabo answered with the same gesture and continued to be something you both did both off base and on.

🎩 The only time that it’s not allowed now is when you’re in a meeting and Dragon is present. Because the last time the two of you engaged in this game, a Revolutionary Army member called Sabo to ask him a question, catching his attention.

🎩 Sabo turned without thinking just as you tried to bump his shoulder with your own and with him no longer there to meet the soft impact you fell off your seat and clumsily over Sabo’s lap for everyone to see

Luffy

🍖 Luffy loves when you do this with him. He loves physical, affectionate touches even when the two of you are just Captain and crew mate. He’s the one to unintentionally start it.

🍖 You’d been out on a new island to explore with the crew split into groups. On your travels through some ruins, you found an old map. Excited about finding treasure and secrets Luffy leaned against you, stretching to look over your shoulder to look even though his map reading skills weren’t the best.

🍖 To get your Captains head out of the way you leaned against him and of course his rubber body stretched to the extreme so you were the one slouching over him. Immediately Luffy found this to be the more entertaining part of the day and on your walk to find Nami the two of you continued to lean against the other as you walked.

🍖 Since then and long before anything even turned romantic, you’d always instinctively lean and press your side against Luffy, so much so that when he isn’t lounging on Sunny’s head he’s standing and ready for you to step up beside him and press as close as you can beside him. The only difference now is that he stays standing upright and leans his head to rest his cheek against you so you can both support each other and enjoy each others warmth

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[ink-ghoul]

hermit fanon swap - an art game!

Reblog this to let your followers know they can send art requests to your ask box

if you are a writer you can also reblog this and make little snippets about hermits and their new traits

Vex!Grian and Avian!Mumbo as fun examples

Artless version behind the cut:

[ghostlysoaps]

There's a bit of a misconception in regards to who the worst culprit is when it comes to hoarding their boyfriend's clothes. See... Johnny does borrow Simon's sweatshirts and pyjamas bottoms occasionally but only ever in the comfort of Simon's room. Because he knows his lieutenant is particular with his belongings. Possessive of them, to a point, and Johnny is certainly cautious not to overstep. He's finally been let in close enough to see all the softest parts of him, and he'd hate to betray that trust over something as trivial as a hoodie – no matter how comfortable it is.

A couple months into their clandestine relationship, after spending his morning being gawked at and whispered about and his lunch with what felt like the entirety of the mess hall's eyes on him, Johnny is at his wits end.

Hellbent on commendeering a corner of the runner's track to burn off the anxious energy, he stumbles straight into Ghost.

Ghost who is training the newest batch of recruits. Ghost, who is huddled into a jacket roughly his size. Ghost, who has the text SGT. MACTAVISH written in all caps over his shoulder blades and who is definitely grinning at him from beneath his balaclava.

[thechaoticcherub]

hi!! if you’re interested , i’m currently obsessed with old man joel on viagra fics and feel like you could make it art

may i please request old man joel w a little blue pill and overstim 🙏

thank u ur amazing mwah

thanks for the request! sorry it took a while!

Little Blue

Pairing: Old!Joel Miller x reader

Summary: Joel takes a little blue pill and starts to notice all the little blue things.

Warnings: 18+ please, AU no cordyceps, viagra, unprotected p in v sex, overstimulation, INTENSE overstimulation, pet names, pussy pronouns, spanking, hair grabbing, a little bit of humiliation, BIG age gap(56 and 19)

Word Count: 2.1k

Wanna read something specific for Joel Miller? Send me a request!!

There was something ridiculously beautiful about being as needy as you had been recently. You constantly were dropping to your knees in front of Joel, running your fingers up and down his thick thighs. You would fiddle with his zipper while you looked up at him, innocently needing him.  You had been begging for Joel’s cock Every. Single. Day. and Joel was struggling to keep up. It was a lovely problem to have, Joel wasn’t going to complain about having a gorgeous nineteen year old on your knees in front of him, asking to suck him off. 

But at fifty-six years old, Joel wasn’t as spry as he used to be but he wanted to be ready to give you what you needed as much as he could. Today had been especially difficult for him, you wore a a little blue bow in your hair and ran your fingers up and down his thigh under the table while you ate dinner together. He knew exactly what you wanted, you weren’t exactly subtle. Joel reached down and took your fingers, he squeezed them and then pushed your hand away, trying to not feel bad about the sad look on your face, but Joel wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep up tonight considering that morning you had insisted on sucking his cock. 

He brought your fingers up to his lips and kissed your knuckles. 

“Don’t you like the way I rub your leg, Joel?” You asked, tilting your head to the side, the little blue bow in your hair bobbing. Joel let out a huff, 

“I do, babygirl. I just-you know i’m an old man,” He admitted, feeling a little bad that he had to admit that. You bit your lip, looking up at him, 

“I like that about you,” You giggled and he smiled,

“I know, but I aint…I ain’t able to give ya all ya need sometimes,” He said regretfully. You pursed your lips and sighed, 

“I am a little needy,” You mumbled, looking down in your lap, feeling a little guilty that you had been begging for his cock so often. Joel hated that he had to reject you but he wasn’t sure he was able to give you the hard fucking you deserved. That was when he remembered a specific pill bottle in his medicine cabinet. He had never felt like he needed them but then his doctor found out he had started dating again so he let him write a prescription for him. Now the pills were sitting in his medicine cabinet just waiting for a moment like this. 

“it’s okay, babe, if you clear the table I’ll do the dishes in a second,” He said. You nodded, leaned over, kissed him and then got up. Joel went into the bathroom, you had a blue bra hanging on the back of the door. He absentmindedly ran his fingers over it while he shut the door.  He went to the cabinet, opening it and wondering if he was really about to do this. He felt a little humiliated but then he remembered the way your fingers had felt on his thigh, and how you always looked up at him when you were on your knees in front of him. That was enough to spur him on to take out the medicine bottle, tap out a little blue pill and throw it back. 

Joel went back into the kitchen then and worked on the dishes, taking his time and listening to you in the living room, you had the TV on  and he imagined the way you looked lying on the couch. By the time he was done it had been almost a half hour and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the bra on the back the door of the bathroom your hand on his thigh and how much you had needed him recently. He went into the living room and saw you, lying on your stomach on the couch, facing away from him, looking at a magazine and only half paying attention to the television that was on. 

The little blue bow in your hair shifted as he you shook our your hair, and Joel noticed with a jolt  just below where his belt buckle dug into his belly, that you had matched the bow in your hair to your little undies. They were peaking out from underneath your short skirt. Fuck. You were naughty. It was like everything you did was designed to try and turn him on. You needed it so much that you matched your hair accessories to your undies and left bras out in the bathroom to constantly remind him that you were wet, horny, needy. 

Joel walked over to the couch and reached down and rubbed your lower back, his hand traveling down to your ass and squeezing. 

“Oh hi,” You said innocently, glancing back. Joel swept his hand up over your ass, brushing your skirt up.  You giggled and wiggled your ass. 

Joel grabbed the waistband of your undies and tugged up, causing the little blue undies to slip between your ass cheeks. You lifted your hips up, pressing your knees into the couch. “atta girl, show off your sweet ass,” Joel said as he moved behind you more, looking down at your undies tightening over your already slightly swollen pussy lips. You glanced over your shoulder at him and he smiled a devilish smile, his finger trailing down from the curve of your ass to your clothed sex. “Ya been so needy recently, haven’t ya, darlin?” He asked as he stroked your lips up and down, his other hand tightening on the underwear he was holding in a tight wedgie. You let out a little moan,

“Oh!  Yes…yes. I just want your cock.” You sighed, pressing your hips back towards his fingers. 

“Mhm, you’re a filthy girl, aint ya?” He asked with a laugh. He could feel his cock hardening in his pants, he made a point to thank the little blue pill gods for the help. You nodded. “Say it back to me,” Joel commanded. 

“I’m a filthy girl, Joel,” you moaned. Joel released your undies to smack your asscheek, hard. 

“That’s right,” he growled. “Always tryin’ to get my cock. Always suckin’ me dry and still needing more.” Joel put his knee down on the couch behind you. His fingers rubbed over your underwear, feeling them getting wetter, the more he rubbed. You nodded. “Use your words, babygirl, ya need this cock to make ya feel good, don’t ya?” He asked. 

“Yes! Joel! I need your cock,” You whined. Joel unbuckled his belt and started to pull his pants down, needing to release his already throbbing cock. When he managed to get his pants and underwear down, you were shoving yourself back into him, practically begging for it to be fucked into you. Joel’s big hand came down hard against your ass again, making you yelp. 

“I’ll give ya whatcha need, darlin’. Pull your underwear down.” He reached down and started to stroke his cock in his hand, up and down. You reached back and tucked your thumbs into your undies and started to pull them down, Joel watched as your little blue undies slipped out of your ass and then down,  showing off your puffy, excited, wet pussy lips. Joel let out a little moan, his hand still rubbing over his impossibly hard dick. 

“That’s righ’, little girl, show her off to me. I wanna watch myself fuck into her,” He groaned and then you got your undies all the way down, they fell to your knees. “Spread yourself out for me, I wanna see her open up.” The filthy words that were spilling out of Joel’s mouth made your cunt clench on nothing. You couldn’t believe he was up for another round after that morning when he spilled his load all over your face. You reached back farther, your face pressing into the cushion of the couch as you pulled your asscheeks apart, making your pussy open for his prying eyes. 

Joel couldn’t wait any longer, her cunt was glistening with wetness and opening in such a pretty way. He notched himself against your hole, “You keep her open for me, naughty girl, you’re going to take all of him in that pretty cunt.” He said. 

“Yes! Please!” You moaned and then you felt his cock plunge into you all the way. It felt like you were being split in two in the best possible way. “Oh fuck,” You moaned, still holding yourself open while Joel fucked his stiff manhood into you. Joel marveled at the way you accepted him into your hole. He could see your cunt gripping him as he pushed himself deep inside of you and then pulled back. Every time he tugged back, you babbled about needing him more and more. 

Joel leaned over your back, his front pressed into you and he grabbed the hair on the back of your head, right below the little blue bow tied into your hair. He pulled you up, so you were sitting up on your knees, pressed back into him. He worked his hips up into you, feeling you tighten around him. One of Joel’s hands stayed in your hair, the other wrapped around your front and his fingers found your clit, tracing his finger over it. You moaned,

“Joel! I’m going to come if you-“ 

“Good,” He growled. “You’re so filthy and horny, you’re going to come over and over for me.” He growled into your ear. You whimpered and you could feel your orgasm take over you suddenly, it was like the second he had added his finger swirling around your clit you had been plunged into such intense pleasure that you couldn’t hold off. You shook against him moaning and rutting yourself back into him. As you came down, Joel didn’t stop. His finger kept swirling around your swollen clitoris as he pumped his hips into you, his big cock slamming against your cervix over and over. 

Your cunt contracted as he forced himself inside of you. Your body was shaking with the pleasure and you squirmed, trying to get away from the intensity of it. 

“I-I can’t…! Joel! I- Oh god!” You sobbed out as he pinched your clit, massaging you through the overstimulation. 

“You’re goin’ to take it, darlin’, you’ve been needin’ it so bad and your old man is goin’ to give it to ya until ya can’t take it anymore,” He growled into your cheek. Joel could feel the soft silk of your little blue hair bow against his fingers as he held your hair. Your clit was so swollen and over used that he could easily pinch it and stroke it while he fucked his hips up into you. His own orgasm was close but thanks to his own little blue something, he was still rock hard inside of you. Your legs were shaking and the next orgasm was going to be one that burned through you, it felt like it would destroy you. You weren’t sure you would be able to handle it, 

“I can’t, I can’t! I can’t! Joel! I’m…it’s hurting! Oh please! Please!” It was burning and aching and the orgasm was being ripped form you and despite the hurt form overstimulation, you needed the orgasm to overtake you. 

“That’s right, lil girl, you fuckin’ come again.” He growled into your air, he bit down on your neck and you cried out while your orgasm seemed to rip through you. 

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” you were struggling to breathe as Joel stroked your clit through your next orgasm but he still didn’t stop, stroking you over and over while his hips beat their unforgiving pattern against you. He wanted to stroke your overstimulated clit through his own orgasm. You were fucked dumb and moaning weakly as he pumped himself deeper and deeper into you. 

“That’s my girl, that’s my filthy girl, fuck! I’m goin’ to come all over your insides,” Joel released your hair and his fingers on your clit as his own orgasm burst over him. You collapsed forward onto the couch, shaking, shuddering and sobbing while he fucked himself into you through his own orgasm. When he pulled out, he watched his own creamy spend start to leak out of your abused hole. His finger stroked down against your hole, pushing his come back  inside of you. You moaned weakly as he replaced your little blue undies over your pulsing cunt. 

“You fulfilled yet,  darlin?” he asked. You moaned into the couch cushions. He stroked down your back and into your hair, his fingers twisting around the little blue ribbon in your hair. “Pretty girl, you just needed a little extra, didnt ya?” He smirked. You nodded weakly and Joel resolved to take that little blue pill more often.

[catsushinyakajima]

Keith doesn’t place his helmet on the ground as much as he slams it. It bounces and rolls away out of sight, but his mind is elsewhere. He doesn’t even bother to wait for the ramp to descend; he jumps out of Red’s mouth the second she lands. Tremors wrack his joints but he doesn’t care. There’s something more important to focus on. Someone more important.

“Lance!”

Keith skids to a halt in front of Blue and bangs his fists on her hatch. “Let me in! Lance, let me—”

There’s muffled coughing from inside the lion. It’s minute, but it’s there. It makes Keith’s heart skip. He’s alive. He’s alive, he’s alive, he’s alive.

“Lance?” He croaks.

He can’t tell what picture will be painted once he breaches the cockpit. Whether it’ll be covered in shades of red or blue. Whether Lance will greet him with a weak wave and a tired hug, or he’ll be on the floor, limbs twisted in odd angles. The hit he took during the battle looked heavy, but there wasn’t much Keith could see past the blinding explosion. There was no telling how the impact rattled Lance. In that moment, when orange and white seared the inside of his eyelids and his heart plummeted to his stomach, Keith had been so sure Blue had been burst into pieces.

But now he stands outside the intact lion with its pilot still inside, still alive, but who knows for how lo—

“Lance, baby,” Keith croaks with his head against the metal door. It’s still battle-warm. “Won’t you let me in?”

There’s a slight whirring noise before the door slides open. Keith all but collapses inside. He searches wildly, eyes roving everywhere, looking for a body, a suit, tan skin, anything—

Lance is slumped over in the pilot’s chair. “Yahoo,” he mumbles, “Right here.”

“Lance,” Keith inhales a bated breath and rushes over to assess him.

He receives a half-hearted peace sign for his troubles. Lance’s fingers tremble. “Hey, good looking. You come here often?”

Still joking. That’s good. Keith pats his body down to assess for injuries. He meticulously starts removing armor when the bulky plating gets in the way.

“Woah, woah! At least three dates before the clothes come off, man. I’ll have you know that I’m a decent guy.”

“We’re literally dating, Lance.”

“Oh.” He dishes him a lopsided grin. “Well, in that case, proposition away.”

Keith ignores him. He’s concussed, that’s for sure. Who knows what other injuries are hiding? He wishes he had more light, but any more brightness would surely stab at Lance’s eyes. He continues to peel off pieces of armor and feel his limbs up and down. Keith only stops when he hears Lance wince.

He holds his forearm precariously. “Here? It hurts here?”

Lance nods. “Yeah it—I was holding the throttle lever when it, you know—fuck.” He grits his teeth and clenches his eyes shut.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t—I didn’t notice—I’m,” Lance takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be difficult.”

“You’re not difficult,” Keith rushes out quicker than he breathes, “Don’t be sorry. Ever.”

Lance lets out a watery laugh. “Ever?”

Keith nods solemnly.

“What if I do something evil? Like uh, get rid of all food that’s not goo? Or chuck your jacket out the airlock?”

“I might cry.”

“Fuck,” Lance hisses, “That’s worse. So much worse. Don’t uh—Keith, don’t do that.”

“Don’t cry?” Keith finds a gauze to wrap his bleeding arm in. Lance winces when he tightens it around the wound.

“Ah—yeah. You can’t cry. It’s illegal in ten states. And all of space.”

It takes all of Keith’s willpower not to burst into tears in that moment. He swears he’s not trying to be spiteful or petty, but the tightness in his throat suddenly has him in a chokehold. Everything catches up to him once he’s got Lance safe and secured in front of him. He’s here. Lance is here. He’s alive and he’s not hurt—not too badly—not skewered or impaled or crushed by anything, not unconscious or unresponsive. God, it could’ve been worse. So, so much worse. He could’ve, Lance might’ve—

“What?” Lance cries. “Did you have the waterworks ready on cue? What in the grammy-nominated actor is this? Are you—what are you—” He splutters. Despite all of it, Lance reaches forward with his uninjured arm to whisk the stray tears off his face.

“Guess I’m—” Keith hiccups. “Guess I’m an outlaw.”

With slow, stiff motions, Lance detaches himself from the seat and leans downwards to where Keith is kneeled. He winds his arms around Keith’s neck and fists his fingers into his hair.

“What are you doing? Your injury, it’s—”

“I’m obviously arresting you, genius. Hands behind my back.”

Keith sniffles but he still complies. “I thought it’s hands behind my back.”

“Nuh uh.” Lance shakes his head. “My lion, I make the rules.”

They stay like that, in their awkward embrace, until well after it becomes uncomfortable and Keith’s limbs get sore. They’re still drenched in their battle sweat and it’s a little gross, but he doesn’t want to let go. Lance’s heart beats against his, and what’s most important is that it beats. Keith feels it, feels the rise and fall of his chest, the little breaths against his neck, and the hair tickling his shoulder. He lets himself soak in it and he remains ever so grateful that it, this, can exist for even one more day.

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[stormsthatrage]

Imagine: Samantha Manson rents an apartment with other students in university because she wants to pay her own way through college. One night, the other students throw a party. Sam takes refuge in the campus library during this, because she does not want to be around that. But eventually the library closes for the night, and Sam has to go back.

Sam walks in on the partygoers, still there, hanging out around a "summoning ritual" for fun. They're cleaning up -- the ritual didn't work, obviously.

Sam wordlessly halts the clean-up efforts in their tracks by taking one look at the summoning circle, seizing a paintbrush, bodying people out of the way, and making a dozen minor adjustments to the summoning circle.

It's Sam. No one stops her, and no one is brave enough to ask any questions.

Sam finishes, then walks off without saying anything.

The partygoers look at each other, and then immediately try the summoning ritual again.

(Look, Sam has a reputation as a goth and, if you believe in that stuff, as a witch. Not to say that any of them actually believe in that stuff, but sometimes it's fun to pretend like you do, and, well. They already decided to give it their best shot tonight, and they know that a Sam-approved summoning circle is the best shot they'll get.)

They read out the spell. The candles flare, the flame turning a dark, poisonous green, then blow out. A surge of black light shoots up from the summoning circle, and a presence thickens the air around them.

Before them appears a being that they know, in their soul, is not of this world.

A creature of the realm of the dead looms before them, crown ablaze with fury. "Who dares--"

Sam, nonchalant, wanders back into the room. Wanders over to the summoning circle. Casually erases, with the tip of her shoe, what they know from their brief study of their occult book to be the containment layer of the summoning circle.

Casually says, "Hey, Danny, what pizza toppings do you want?"

The presence fades, but does not vanish completely. "Oh, come on Sam," says the being that an animal part of them recognizes as of the realm of the dead. "What the hell, you know I hate that."

Sam wanders back out of the room, calling over her shoulder, "Well, I hate having my thermos broken!"

The being floats out of the summoning circle, and takes on the shape of a boy, touching down to the ground. The presence fades even further, until they wouldn't be able to tell the creature wasn't a boy if they hadn't already seen.

"Okay, first of all, that was at least 50% Tucker's fault--" it says, trailing after Sam. The conversation becomes unintelligible as they go to Sam's room and shut the door.

The partygoers are left in silence, with paint that has been turned to ash, brand-new candles that have been burned to stubs, and a terrifying new knowledge of the existence of the beyond.

And, for the unluckiest of them, terrifying new knowledge that the person they share a roof with has regular, real, dealings with the dead.

(Twenty minutes later, the pizza arrives. With a pineapple topping, of course.)

[dahlia-tourism-board]

I feel like once they all met, Sweetheart took Angel and Babe under their wing.

They were both so clearly lost, being so new to the world of magic and feeling out of their depths. And well, we can't have new family feeling scared and confused, can we?

So Sweetheart invited Angel and Babe over for dinner and drinks. They sent Milo out to hang with pack for a night, got to cooking enough food to feed an army, and did their best to make the apartment feel warm and welcoming.

Once food was served, Sweetheart laid out the true purpose of this dinner: "You've got questions about the magical world, you don't know where to start, and you're worried about the questions David and Asher might not be able to, or want to, answer. For example, yes, after a while, there are some things you'll be expected to take on, as the mates of the pack alpha and beta. And no, you can't use magic to get rid of lactose intolerance. "

Angel and Babe blink, look at each other, blink again, then simultaneously turn to Sweetheart and launch into every single question they could think of, because they both starting to feel overwhelmed by everything they could tell they didn't know, and they're so grateful to have the chance to ask their questions in a non-judgmental space.

That night, the Mate's Groupchat is born. Sweetheart is both happy to make them feel welcome and excited to have friends to gossip about the pack with.

(Also they all have Opinions about the Christian/Amanda situation)

[futuristichedge]

Disability headcanons

[laminy]

I figured today I'd post an ITBASM snippet I'd had written because my goal/plan is to be working on NaNoWriMo for all of November, so my mind will be on that instead.

Happy Hallowe’en, even though this very much has nothing to do with Hallowe’en.

“Baba!”

Rami looks up from the sink, confused. “Did you forget something?” Sami and Joe had just left the house to take Sami to school. So he really wasn’t expecting him back so soon.

Sami runs into the kitchen, bouncing up and down. He’s still wearing his jacket and hat and boots, and he has a huge grin on his face.

“Hello,” Rami says, drying his hands. “Did you forget something?” he asks again. 

“No!” Sami hops up and down a couple more times. “I’m not going!”

“Not going where?”

“Papa said the car can’t go!” Sami squeals and starts running around.

Rami walks over to the kitchen window, looking outside. Joe’s got a shovel, and is struggling to dig out the drive. He taps on the window, and Joe looks up.

“Can’t get out!” Joe calls. “Snow day!”

Rami sighs, and looks back at Sami. It’s not that he doesn’t like spending time with him, but he also wasn’t planning on entertaining him today. “What are we gonna do with you?” he asks.

“Can I play outside?” Sami asks.

“Let’s get you changed into something a little comfier,” Rami says. He looks over at Rosemary, who’s happily chewing on her bib in her bouncer. “Come along.” He picks her up, and follows Sami up to his room. He gets him out of his school uniform and into some play clothes, and then he bundles him up in some snowpants and his jacket. Rami leads him downstairs and opens the door, and Sami practically throws himself outside.

“Papa!”

Joe sets the shovel down, and wipes his brow. “What’s going on, kiddo?”

Sami stumbles in the snow, and pushes himself up. “Baba says I can play.”

“Be careful,” Joe says.

Rami shields Rosemary from the cool wind, and sticks his head outside the door. “Joe!”

“Rami!”

“Put the shovel down,” Rami says. “We’ll deal with it after the plough.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Joe says, and he tosses the shovel to the side. “Snow day!” He runs over to Sami and flops down in the snow.

“Your jeans are gonna be soaked,” Rami says.

“I don’t care,” Joe says, though he does kind of immediately regret it. He’s dressed for taking Sami to school, not for playing in the snow. 

“I’m gonna build a snowman!” Sami says. “Papa, help me.”

“What about you, Baba?” Joe asks.

“It’s a little chilly for Rosie,” Rami says. “But I’ll watch from inside for now.”

“I’ll make it by the window!” Sami says, and he hurries over to the sunroom— as fast as he can go with snow up to his knees, anyway.

“Call my besties!” Joe exclaims, as he follows behind Sami. “This is a great spot, kiddo.”

“I’m sure they’re working,” Rami says, but he goes inside anyway, and finds his mobile. Surprisingly, Gwil is off (Ben is attempting to work from home). Not surprisingly, they’re snowed in for the moment as well, but they’re working on getting out. 

Rami tosses Joe a hat and some gloves so he doesn’t freeze, and then he settles into the sunroom with Rosemary. He watches Sami and Joe through the window, smiling and waving whenever Sami looks up. When Rosemary’s older, they’ll be outside with them. Rami can’t wait. Right now, she’s still too little and it’s just a little too cold.

The snow plough comes by, and Joe holds on tight to Sami’s hand so that he doesn’t run closer. “Papa, look!”

“Oh, I see,” Joe says. “Cleaning off the road, helping us out.”

Sami waves eagerly at the snow plough driver, who honks the horn and waves back.

“C’me here,” Joe says, and he swoops down to pick Sami up. “You wanna keep watching or can we go warm up for a minute?”

“I wanna watch,” Sami says.

“Okay,” okay.”

They watch for a couple minutes longer, and then Joe takes Sami inside. Their snowman is a little rough looking, but Joe’s feet are cold, and he wants to see Rami and Rosemary.

“Who wants hot cocoa?” Rami asks.

“I do!” Joe says. 

“Me too!” Sami says.

“Let me see Rosie,” Joe says, and he walks over to her crib where she’s napping.

Sami gets out of his snow gear and climbs up onto his chair, watching Rami make their drinks.

“How is it outside?” Rami asks.

“Huh, cold."

“But fun?”

“Yeah, a lot."

“Good.”

“Baba, can I have marshmallows?”

“Oh, I think so,” Rami says. “A snow day treat.”

“Can I go out again?”

“Later, once you’ve warmed up,” Rami says. 

They’re all in the living room, drinking their hot cocoa, when there’s a knock at the front door, and then the heavy stomping of feet.

“Brr!” Gwil calls out. “It’s chilly!”

“My bestie!” Joe exclaims, and he smiles happily at Gwil when he joins them in the living room.

“Tell me you didn’t walk here,” Rami says.

Ben pops his head around the doorframe. “I drove.”

“That’s even worse,” Rami says. “Are the roads clear?”

“They’re not bad,” Ben says. “You wouldn’t let us stay if we got snowed in?”

“We don’t have any room,” Joe says. 

“Would you like a hot cocoa?” Rami asks.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” Joe asks.

“The office closed today,” Gwil says.

“I am working, sort of,” Ben says. “I’ll look at my research later. But yes, I would love a hot cocoa. I can make it myself.”

“I’d love one too, love,” Gwil says. “Thanks.”

“I’ll help,” Joe says, and he hops up to follow Ben into the kitchen, probably to steal more marshmallows.

“How are the roads, really?” Rami asks.

“We could’ve stayed home,” Gwil says. “Little rough getting off the hill. But the main road is fine.”

“We’ve got to shovel,” Rami says.

“No, I recommend just staying home until it melts,” Gwil says.

“Uncle Gwil?” Sami asks, turning in his seat to look up at him.

“Yes,” Gwil says, leaning down over him.

“I made a snowman, do you want to see?” 

“Oh, of course I do,” Gwil says.

“I’ll show you.” Sami carefully climbs off the sofa and leads Gwil into the sunroom.

“Oh wow,” Gwil says, looking out the window. “Lovely, that. Brilliant job.”

“Do you want to play outside with me?” Sami asks hopefully.

“Can I have a hot cocoa first?” Gwil asks, and Sami nods eagerly, so Gwil leans to pick him up. “Let’s go bother Uncle Ben, then.”

“I don’t wanna be mean!”

Gwil chuckles. “You’re right, you’re right. Very bright old chap.”

“Can I have hot cocoa?” Sami asks.

Gwil glances back at the living room, confused. “Weren’t you already drinking one?” he asks.

“Yes, I was,” Sami whispers in Gwil’s ear. “But can I have more marshmallows?”

Gwil grins at him, and presses a playful kiss to his cheek. “It’s a snow day, Sami. I think we can all have extra marshmallows.”

[all-lines-on-paper]

Watching the 3rd Quarter Quell on telly…

Effie: (spotting something shiny on Finnick’s wrist) “Wait. Haymitch!! Is that the gold bracelet I gave you?!”

Haymitch: “Told you, I like my pretty with a purpose…”

[ghostlysoaps]

Whenever they're on leave Simon tucks himself into the left corner of the couch, propped up against the armrest, a stack of pillows to support his poor back. Johnny joins him at the first sound of rustling. Trampling circles into the carpet like a dog preparing for bed until Simon beckons him in. He'll sit in the cradle of his legs with his back to Simon's chest. It's one of few times Simon will wear the thin-rimmed glasses – the ones he refuses to admit make his life easier – without grumbling or fuss.

They'll read togther like that with Simon's chin hooked over Johnny's shoulder.

Soap turns the pages while Simon keeps him secure in his seat. Whenever Johnny manages to finish a page before him – a rare occurance indeed – Simon will scratch his nails down the side of his ribs. Just the once. Enough to make him jerk and titter and turn his face enough to glare at Simon over his shoulder. An ordeal lasting a couple of seconds wherein Simon has just about enough time to skim the necessary bits before plants a kiss to Johnny's cheek, or nose, or lips while murmuring a thouroughly unrepentant "sorry."

[thechaoticcherub]

Super touch deprived dbf Joel in forced proximity to reader? She has to sit on his lap in the car or share a tent while camping etc!? Love your writing so much!! X

Hi! Thanks so much!!!!

I got stuck on this one so much but I think it turned out besides it being kinda ramble-y. Please enjoy!

LMAO i totally missed the DBF part of this. I hope you like anyway!

Cumulonimbus

Pairing: Touch starved!Joel x Reader

Summary: You and Joel get stuck out in the woods while on patrol because of a storm.

Warnings: 18+ please, age gap, P in V sex, handjobs, camping, touch starved Joel, Joel apologizes a lot, UNEDITED, Daddy kink(only near the end), size kink, cum play, cum eating, creampie

Word Count: 3.5K

Notes: I'm terrible at editing, I just wanted to get this out there lmao. enjoy!

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You were already supposed to be back in Jackson, it was supposed to be a one day patrol shift for your first time out but a thunderstorm had gotten you and Joel all turned around and night had fallen. There was no point in trying to keep going in the dark and downpour so you set up to camp overnight. To your relief, Joel had a tent packed in one of his saddle bags and you tied up the horses while he worked on setting it up. 

The day had been mostly silent, which was typical for Joel, but you had tried your best to fill some of the silence with your own brand of sweet questioning. About the area surrounding Jackson, asking for tips on riding horses, wondering if Joel liked going out on patrol, to which he answered, ‘usually’ with a significant look at you. You caught his drift but you also caught the smirk on his face as he looked away. So as the afternoon went on you felt comfortable asking about the thick, dark clouds forming overhead and if they meant a storm or if it was just normal clouds. 

“I mean…I think they’d need to be like cumulonimbus clouds if it was goin’ to storm and these look too uhhh sparse to be um, storm clouds.” he said, sounding completely clueless. You looked up at the piles of dark clouds in the sky and raised your eyebrow. “Shit, I ain’t an expert.” he snapped, kicking his horse to get her moving again. Twenty minutes later it was pouring rain, you were soaked and already shivering. 

“Not cumulonimbus, eh?” You called over to Joel, he glared at you. 

Now he was letting out a stream of swears as he worked on getting the tent set up and you came back from the canopy of trees where you had tied the horses to give them a little cover. 

“Grab that end of the tarp there, help me get it over the top,” He said to you over the steady sound of the rain. You picked up the end he indicated and you both shook some droplets off of it before covering the top of the tent which was small, barely big enough to stand in but at least it would provide some respite from the rain. Joel went to the horses and came back with his pack that had been tucked in the saddle back, huddled over it to try and protect it from the rain. He unzipped the tent and chucked it in there. 

“Come on, let’s try and get dry,” he said. You watched as he ducked underneath the tarp that jutted out a bit from the actual tent, providing some shelter and untied his boots, toeing them off before stepping all the way into the tent. You followed suit. Joel had to duck his head slightly inside the tent but you could stand up straight. It was a small space inside. Once you both were in there, there was barely a foot of space between the two of you at any given time. 

You shivered, your teeth chattering as you stood by the entrance, dripping wet. Joel was already stripping off his jacket and then his flannel, laying them both in the corner of the tent, taking up more room and making things feel even smaller. Your eyes caught on him and you couldn’t force them away as he started to pull the black t-shirt he had on under the flannel up and off of his body. 

You had been attracted to Joel for a while, ever since you had first come to Jackson and met the gruff, older man but now you were alone on patrol with him, in a too small tent and he was stripping out of his clothes. 

You were frozen in place, unsure if you could stop staring at him, or move your arms away from being crossed over your body, keeping any body heat that was left as close as he could. Joel glanced over his shoulder, sitting your chattering teeth and the way your lips may have been starting to go blue. 

“Take that wet stuff off,” He instructed, maybe he sensed your hesitation because he turned away from you. “Nothin’ I aint seen before,” He said as he undid he belt buckle. You swallowed and then stripped yourself of your jacket and shirt, making sure to lay them out so they were in a pile that would never dry at all. You heard the shift of denim and knew Joel was taking his jeans off, you followed suit so you were finally just in your underwear and old tank top that was thankfully not soaked all the way through. You were still shivering but at least there weren’t cold, soaked clothes rubbing against your skin anymore. 

When you turned back around, Joel was knelt over his pack, pulling stuff out. First two compression sleeping bags and with a jolt you realized he packed one for you and you hadn’t even considered packing something like that just in case. 

Then a water bottle, his gun, a knife, and a bag that had beef jerky and crackers in it. You were shivering so badly you could barely think of anything else. Joel rolled out the two sleeping bags, with your piles of wet clothes, both of you standing there and the two sleeping bags, there was no room in the tent anymore. Joel looked back at you and he almost dropped the water bottle that was still in his hand. 

You watched his eyes flick down your body, and despite how frigid you were, a spark of heat ignited in your belly. “You can get in your sleepin’ bag, kiddo,” he said. The sound of the rain on the plastic of the tent was loud and you felt overwhelmed with cold, tiredness and something more so the words spilled out of you before you could stop them,

“Can we put our sleeping bags together and sleep close? I’m going to freeze to death otherwise,” You said. You watched Joel’s Adam’s apple bob at your suggestion and you caught his eyes glancing to your chest. A weird mix of arousal and shame stoked the tiny spark in your navel when you realized your nipples were hard, poking out of the thin tank top you were wearing. 

Joel cleared his throat, blinking and quickly looking away from you, “Oh…uhh yeah might be a good idea,” He went about opening up one of the sleeping bags, laying it out on the ground and then opening the other one to go on top as a blanket. You were still for a moment and he looked at you again, “Go on,” He nodded to the blankets and you scrambled over, sank down on one of the sleeping bags and pulling the other up and over. 

Joel went about laying out his gun, his knife, the food and water within arms reach of the sleeping bags. It looked to you like he was avoiding joining you even though it was so cold out there and there was no way he was comfortable. 

“Joel,” You breathed, looking over at him. He glanced around towards you and again you were struck with how good he looked in just his boxers. He was broad through his chest and shoulders, he had muscular arms and a soft belly. You were shocked by how attracted you were to an older guy. Your eyes swept lower, taking in the dark, course hairs peppered with grey and white that led from his belly button and disappeared into his boxers. “Come get warm,” You finished and you watched him swallow. Joel edged closer to the sleeping bags and finally knelt down peeling down the top layer of sleeping bag. Chill crept in, causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps, your nipples tightened even more. Joel crawled in and you immediately felt his body heat sweep over to you under the blanket. 

He settled down as far as he could from you while still being entirely under the blanket. You could still feel his heat and his presence so close. Your heart rate ticked up and you found yourself longing to reach out to him. 

Joel was so aware of your body so close to his it almost hurt. It had been so long since he had touched anyone and now you were both under one blanket, attempting to keep warm and he could smell your skin so close. You scooted closer and looked up at him, there was something in your eyes burning, and it was mirrored back in his. He knew that he shouldn’t do what he wanted to do, he knew that you were too young for him and that he was just a sad, touch starved old man who would do anything just to feel you. But you were moving closer to him, you were looking up at him with eyes that seemed to say, ‘please, touch me, Joel.’ but maybe that was just his hopes. 

Your breath hitched as Joel moved his hand up, towards the side of your face. He paused his movements as he heard your breath. Joel’s hand hovered just above your cheek, not touching you, the heat from his skin radiating from his fingers down onto your cheek. You were longing for it, the slightest touch but he seemed so hesitant. You wanted to reassure him, to tell him that he could touch you however he wanted but the words were lost in your throat. 

The heat under the blanket was so comforting, the sound of the rain outside was lulling you both into a feeling of security, Joel’s fingers finally made contact with your cheek, skin against skin. Course fingertips caressing soft cheek. Joel sucked in a breath at the feeling. He had forgotten how warm and soft women were, so different from him, so inviting. And you. You were particularly warm, particularly soft, particularly sweet, like a cinnamon roll. Or what Joel remembered of cinnamon rolls. He wanted to taste you. His hand against your cheek wasn’t enough. His thumb grazing along the skin of your cheekbone wasn’t fulfilling enough. 

He wanted both hands on you, lips on you, he wanted his taste to mingle with your taste. He wanted to be drunk on skin to skin. Joel let out the breath he had been holding, the scent of him washing over you. He cupped your face and then reached up with his other hand and cradled your face, unable to keep his hands off of you now that he’s touched you. You leaned in towards him, looking up into his eyes and then you heard him whisper,

“Fuck,” Under his breath, he said it like it was an admission of guilt, like it was release of pressure. Like a sudden wave across still water he swept over you and his lips attached to yours. Your heart rocketed into your throat, your hands flew to his sides and you tugged him into you. Joel kissed you deeper, his mouth opening, addicted to your taste, addicted to the feel of you already. 

“I’m sorry,” he said between kisses, “I’m so sorry,” his lips brushing yours as he spoke. You shook your head, trying to make sure he knew there was nothing to apologize for. He let out a moan, as if he hated himself but couldn’t contain it anymore. You ran your hands up his sides, feeling his skin under yours. 

Joel broke away from your lips, pressing his forehead into yours, “I…I shouldn’t do this,” He spoke so softly, you could barely hear him, but his kiss had ignited something in you, something that wasn’t going to be extinguished by his stupid guilt. 

“Why not?” you asked, grabbing his hand and pulling it up your body towards your chest. His muscles flexed, trying to stop his hand. Joel looked pained, he shook his head, 

“Because you’re…” he couldn’t finish, you had dragged his hand over your breast and he let out a shaky breath. “You’re just a baby, you don’t know-“ he tried to finish but your lips crashed into his and you kissed again. Joel’s hand flexed over your breast and you pressed your chest up towards him. 

“Shut up, Joel.” you said. He ignored that, still pressing his forehead against yours as his hand touched your breast. You craned your neck and pressed your lips into his, trying to convince him by kissing him. He kissed you back and you felt his thumb start to stroke over your nipple. 

“I’m sorry,” he said again, “I need it, darlin’ He mumbled and grabbed the hem of your tank top. It was like he was giving in, his body was forcing him to give in. You were so beautiful, so soft and you were practically begging for it. You helped him pulled your tank top off up over your head, throwing it out of the sleeping bag and Joel’s eyes fell to your breasts.

“God, Darlin’, you’re so fuckin’-“ He cut himself off by cupping your tits in both hands, thumbs still stroking over your hardened nipples, “i’m sorry,” He said again. Joel shook his head, and you reached up and stroked his hair back, looking up at him while he gazed down at your bare breasts. “Beautiful,” He breathed out, his thumb and forefinger pinching. That spark in your belly that had been ignited by him stripping burned brighter and lower, heating your sex. Your brow furrowed in pleasure and you sighed and nodded. 

“Don’t stop, Joel.” You whispered and he groaned. 

“Not goin’ to, baby,” he breathed, kissing your cheek and then your chin, jaw and neck, spreading warmth all throughout your skin. You rolled on top of him and Joel let out a groan, “Oh god, alrigh’ baby, you want it?” He asked as you pressed your hips into his, feeling his crotch pressed into yours. 

“Yes,” You breathed. It was happening so suddenly but you desperately wanted him and it was clear how badly he needed it. You could feel his cock hardening in his boxers, pressing into you. You rocked your hips forward again and he groaned. You reached down towards the waistband of his boxers and pulled on it, your fingers were trembling so it snapped back down against his tummy. Joel groaned again, his brows pinching together, you giggled at his reaction but then tucked your hand into his boxers and finally got your hand around his cock. 

It was stiff and big, your fingers wrapped around the base and you stroked it, following its length down  towards his tip. 

“Oh god,” he moaned. “Baby, you do that so good,” he breathed into your cheek, placing a kiss there. You started to stroke him more earnestly, squeezing around the head, your finger stroking over the slit, his precum sticking to the pad of your finger. “Jesus Christ, darlin’, you’re too fuckin’ young to know how to do that this well,” He moaned. You giggled again and tugged his boxers down, releasing his cock from the restraints of the fabric. You stroked his cock up and down, relishing the feeling of his thick manhood in your hands. Joel moaned, you watched his eyes roll back and you couldn’t help but giggle more, your fingers tightened more, stroking faster. Joel quickly put his hand over yours,

“St-stop,” he laughed, “I need to feel more of ya and if ya keep touchin’ like that i’m goin’ to come,” He said. Your grin was devilish as it took over your face, part of you wanted to watch him come all over himself but at the same time your pussy was begging for it. 

“Joel, I want your cock,” You said, your voice dripping with fake innocence, you watched a smile spread over his face. 

“Gotta warm ya up first, darlin’” he said his hands reaching to your undies now and tracing along the waistband of your undies this time. You didn’t want to wait, you were already wet, needy and wanting his big cock inside of you. “Can’t jump right in, you’ve probably never-“

“Don’t be dumb, Joel.” You said to him, smirking, his fingers found their way into your undies and stroked once up your slit, feeling how wet you were. His face flashed slight confusion and then he raised his eyebrows at you. 

“You’ve done this before, kiddo?” he asked. You rolled your eyes and he reached up and grabbed the hair on the back of your head, dragging you down to be level with him, his lips hovering near yours. “Be honest,” He breathed. 

“Yes, Joel, I’ve done this before and I need your cock, now.” You whined and rubbed your hips forward, feeling his cock pressed into your underwear clad pussy. Joel reached up and tugged your undies to the side, and you moved up higher on your knees and he lined his cock up against your entrance, the head barely starting to penetrate you. You gasped. He was big. Bigger than you had, had and suddenly you were slightly worried about taking it. You looked down at his face, his brow furrowed, his lip was sucked into his mouth. You let your hips drop some, pushing his cock inside of you, the head seeming to split your lips open and then opening your cunt. 

“Good God,” Joel moaned, feeling your tight heat enveloping him. You let out a whine as you took more and more of him inside of you. He was much bigger than anything you had tried before and you suddenly felt  in over your head but the stretch was so good. You stuttered to  a stop with him halfway inside you, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, guiding himself into you. Your breathing was hard and you rocked your hips forward, trying to grind yourself against him and open yourself up for him. 

“Joel!” You moaned, the stretch, the burn, the fullness was so good. It heated you through and through, you took him deeper and Joel grabbed at your hips. 

“Good girl, that feel good?” he asked. You whined and babbled nonsense, unsure if it felt good or hurt too much. You weren’t used to being on top and being in charge of how much you were taking was overwhelming. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, ’s’been so long since I…fuck! I’m sorry, baby, I need this.” Joel wrapped his arm around your waist and flipped you over so you were on your back, your legs around his waist and his cock plunged farther into you. You gasped in pain and pleasure. 

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry.” Joel moaned, pumping his hips forward, watching the place where your bodies connected as he fucked into you. You could have screamed but you knew that you were out in the woods and you needed to be semi quiet. Joel leaned down over you, stroking your hair back, finally looking into your eyes, “Wishin’ you let me warm you up?” he asked teasingly. You gritted your teeth and shook your head, 

“No,” you gasped, “No, I love it,” You whined and it was true. He pumped his hips faster and nodded as he cupped your cheeks, 

“I know babygirl, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry to need this so fuckin’ bad,” he breathed into you. You tried to shake your head, you tried to do anything to tell him how much you wanted it but you were stupid from how good his cock felt filling you, stretching you and pounding into you. So you let him apologize while he fucked you. You wanted more, more, more but his thrusts were becoming faster, less steady, more needy. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m going to fuckin’ come, I know…I know it’s wrong,” he whispered to you. “I’m so sorry, just…a little…god, please.” Joel pushed your knee up and back, opening you further for him. You were whining, 

“Oh god! God! Please! More!” You said. Joel’s body pressed into you, his cock slamming into  you once more,

“I’m so sorry, darlin’, I need to come in ya,” He said, “I’m sorry! Take Daddy’s come like a good girl,” he breathed and you felt his cock spasm as he came deep inside of you. Joel kept himself inside of you all through his orgasm and then he collapsed against you, pressing as much of his body into you as he could. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, peppering your face with apologetic kisses.

“Joel, stop…stop apologizing,” You mumbled. “I wanted it,” You whispered. Joel pulled his cock out of you and pushed your legs back again to watch his own spend slip out of you. 

“Fuck,” He breathed. “I know you wanted it, but-“ He reached down and stroked his fingers up and down your abused pussy. “I-it’s so wrong how badly I needed it, darlin’,” he whispered. You wriggled and moaned as his fingers stroked over your clit. 

“N-No…I need it too, Daddy.” You said, using the name he had called himself before. Joel smiled almost sadly as his fingers gathered his come on his fingers and brought it to your mouth. You obediently opened your mouth, accepting his fingers. His eyes lit up as you sucked it down. 

“I know, darlin’, you’re naughty, jus’ like your Daddy,” he said. 

[that-bitch-kat3]

if you ever wonder how i think the marauders acted with each other here is a snippet from my fanfiction that i will publish in 20 years when i finally figure out the plot structure.

“Wow imagine if I a gave a fuck.” James said. “Really everyone take a moment and picture it.”

Next to him Sirius and Peter made a show of pondering the idea and Remus attempted to hide a laugh behind his hand.

“That would be wild.” Sirius said, well, seriously, and Peter nodded in agreement.

“I know,” James said nodding back, “unfortunately that’s the closest we’ll ever get to it becoming a reality so everyone hold onto that.”

“I’m holding it.” Peter deadpans.

[multiversetrain]

Drunkeness

Request? No.

Type? Headcannon, a little snippet

About? How they act drunk

Who? Nicole Demara, Billy kid

Nicole demara

The Irresponsible Drunk

• When drunk, Nicole becomes irresponsible, most importantly, with money

• When she is drunk, she likes to spend her money, like really spending it

• If someone that is responsible isn't with her, she buys lots of drinks for everyone she feels a slight connection with 'networking' as she calls it

• Coincidentally, while she was 'networking', she met you sitting at the bar and felt an immediate connection.

• She would slide into the seat next to and offer to buy you a drink trying to start a proper conversation with you

• Your immediate instincts are saying that you're either going to get scammed or meet someone you could connect with on another level

• Only someone really stupid would take that chance. i mean, who would take that chance?

• You apparently and if Nicole was honest? That was a blessing from a higher being!

• The conversation you both had was amazing, fantastic even!

• And you would listen to her when she spoke and looked at her with fondness in your eyes

• At the end of the night, when both of you said your goodbyes and Nicole is halfway home, she remembers ..

• She totally forgot to get your number! Not to worry, she'll definitely find you again!

Billy kid

The Confident Drunk

(Idk if he can get drunk)

• Billy is usually very silly, acting very confident even though anxiety tends to creep in, like when he asks the proxy, "I'm beautiful with any hairstyle!.. right?"

• When drunk, any sort of embarrassment, nervousness, or anxiety gets flung out of the window with bravo!

• That one guy at a party that is keeping the mood light and happy while also giving the far too drunk people a glass of water to sober up

• Keeps anyone who seems to be moping, lonely , or currently sobering up company not wanting them to be lonely

• "Will you be the pink starlight knight to my red one?" He'd jokingly say, as he sits next to you on the couch as you were sobering up to walk home.

• You were going to walk home, but looking at the beaming android, you couldn't help but stay listening to the rambling of Billy

(as he had introduced himself, you note very knightly)

• And he had almost talked your ear off so much so you think you could recite the entire lore of the starlight knights from memory alone

• It was almost time to walk home you had noticed and as you said your goodbyes to eachother

• Billy had quickly written something on a napkin and placed it inside your open palm before waving you goodbye.

(You walked home with the napkin securely inside your pocket, aware of the precious phone number on the piece of cloth)

[dahlia-tourism-board]

Damien has to be talked down from wearing a full-on suit to meet Huxley's moms because he's desperate to make a good first impression. (His own mother drilled into him the importance of etiquette and appearance, for better and for worse).

He still wears a button-up and slacks though. Huxley's moms call him "a handsome young man" and coo over how thoughtful and polite he is, so it all works out in the end.