#so please take this drabble

[elliesanqel]

hair tie

sypnosis; you’re inlove with ellies hands. the pleasure they were able to bring with a simple touch was so sublime. and whilst ellie was roughly using her strap on you, you urge her to use her hands instead of a hair tie. warnings; smut, strap use—f!receiving, vaginal sex, hair pulling, praising, dom!ellie, sub!fem reader, not proofread, mdni. a/n; …hello! its been a while since ive written anything, and posted here…but i cant hold back anymore and i have to write for ellie. so if this is bad and rusty, i’m sorry in advance. and as this is my first fic for ellie, (after being obsessed for years straight), i’ll gladly take requests! they’re always open. ۫ ꣑ৎ .

your hands, sprawled out on the bed, gripping tightly every now and again for support. knees digging into the sheets as you felt ellies hands cup either side of your ass, her plump lips leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the small of your back. she slowly spread your legs further for her, her eyes locking on your glistening pussy, a smirk plastered on her face. “haven’t even started yet and you’re already so wet.” she mumbles quietly, her voice seductive as her words only make your core ache more and more for her.

she holds your hips in her calloused hands, the tip of her strap meeting your entrance. you could practically feel your eyes rolling back as you shamefully tried to hold back a whine as she hadn’t even entered you yet. “fuck, els. please, just—” your plea was quickly cut off as ellie rolled her hips forward, her strap slipping effortlessly, due to how wet you already were, into your aching pussy, leaving none of it for the eye as your hole swallowed it completely.

your back briskly arched as your lips parted and a strident moan fell from them. “oh fuck…” you whine, your head falling forward as you push your hips back against ellies for more contact. her eyes flicker, her teeth finding her bottom lip as a needy whine escaped her. pulling her hips back until the tip was left in, before slamming back forward, her hands never leaving your hips as her eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy.

at this, a strangled gasp left you, ellies sudden thrust causing your hips to push forward and make the bed squeak. one of your hands involuntarily reached back, gripping ellies hip as your nails dug into her skin, pulling her forward and deeper. this caused ellies eyes to swiftly open, a moan falling from her lips as she picked her pace up, making sure she was hitting the right spot everytime she thrusted forward. or, in her perspective, the spot that made you moan the most.

“oh, baby…shit. taking me so well, aren’t you?” she uttered, her voice cracking with every word as they dripped with arousal, her hips moving forward at a rapid pace. “doing so well for me. fuck—mmm.” she urged, her ogling came out needy, only egging you on. your head smushed into the pillow, your pretty strands of hair sticking to your face due to the sweat that was collecting. your mouth held open as you tried lifting your head, pushing the hair out of your face quickly, making it obvious you were doing so in order to silently urge the idea that you wanted ellie to grab ahold. that was, of course, until you felt one of ellies hands snake up your arm.

her hand slowly gathered your hair as the other held your hip, grabbing it all in one hand and pulling you up. it didnt hurt, only because you lifted yourself as she pulled in order to help. with that, she pulled you further, so that your back was against her bare chest and her hard nipples were poking your back, your ass against her thighs. the new angle compelling a needy whine from your throat.

“shit, mmfuuuck.” ellie groaned, her eyes squeezing shut again. she held your waist with both of her hands, fucking up into you as her rapid pace never faltered.

her mouth was agape beside your ear, so the low groans, sighs and curses that left her mouth went straight to you. one hand slowly slid down to your stomach, pressing slightly as she thrusted up further, even though further felt impossible by now. “feel that? feel me, baby?” she teased, a breathy sigh falling from her lips. “doing so well, ohhh—fuck.” her praises led you on, your hand reaching back and cupping ellies neck from behind you. a familiar knot in your stomach began to form, and you knew that you were teetering on the edge now.

“els, im so—fuck…” you choked out, finding it hard to form a simple sentence as ellie relentlessly fucked her strap up into you, causing needy moans and whines to occupy your mouth instead.

“i know, i know.” she assured, her voice low and breath hot against your ear. with one last final thrust, your whole body jolted, a needy ‘ah’ coming from you as you came, your juices coating ellies strap.

she couldnt help but almost roll her eyes back as she swore she could feel your pussy pulse and clench around her, causing her own to pulse harder at the feeling and a choked moan escaping her. she waited for a bit until she knew you’d come down from your high before she slowly pulled out and you shifted off of her lap, body still shivering and completely spent. ellie flopped beside you, her hand resting on your stomach. “you were perfect.” she compliments, her eyes gleaming as her gaze inked into yours.

you nod. “and i know for sure you’ll be just as perfect.” you spoke, your words low and seductive, causing ellies eyebrows to furrow in confusion, but slowly her puzzled expression changed completely once she felt your fingers edging near her folds, that were indeed still pulsing.

[homkamiro]

HEY DID YOU KNOW YOUR ART IS EXCELLENT AND YOUR LINEWORK IS STUNNING AND YOUR EXPRESSIONS ARE PEAK

HELLO??? AM I REAL IS THIS REAL??? THETRIGGEREDHAPPY IN MY ASK???????? I💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

dude i am SUCH a fan of your works you have NO idea, like I think if I hadn't read running blind that day i wouldn't be so fixated on speeding bullet right now. I reread nearly ALL of your fanfictions and I recommend you to every one of my friends. And seeing you here praising my art is just😭💥i need a minute

In a gratitude making a small comic based on that one moment from Little Things🗣️🗣️your dialogue writing is one of the best I've seen in YEARS and ngl I do plan someday making an animatic based on one of your fics perhaps...someday....and only if you're okay with that.....

[ronnykins-needshelp]

i read an unusual amount of social media fis for 3 am but hey cumplane idea:

Whenever shen yuan goes on his rants either in the comments or in forum post or hey even twitter! Shang Qinghua pulls the imfamous " You want to fuck me so bad bro it makes you look stupid " and when Shen yuan rants personally to him he doesnt respond,

and he responds with the same thing in almost every single one of Cucumbers posts.

the fandom becomes WILD.

speculation over the whole ordeal leads to shippers, which leads the the creation of the ship name " cumplane ", which leads the discord servers and forums specifically for the ship, which leads to RPF, which leads to fujoshis/fudanshis coming in to discuss the whole orodeal aswell, making PIDW even more famous.

Shen yuan unforutently founds out about this fandom a couple months after it blew up, [ entirely his fault, he ignored the shippers and called them trolls.

after he makes publiic posts fuming over this ship

" Guys first of all IM NOT GAY, I'm STRAIGHT. even IF I were gay I ould never GET GAY with the hack author who writes like a 2nd grader!! "

Peerless cucumber anlylists [ which there is a few of them ], dissect the post and called it " being delusion to himself " as his typing patterns were never this informal before.

fanart is starting to pop up and its PISSING cucumber so much. Why is he always pictured like a cat?? and Airplane is either pictured like a hamster or luo binghe/ that's illegal!! [ he has saved the fanart with luo binghe on them and has a special folder for them which he will never admit he has. ].

this goes on for awhile as that fandom becomes more popular and the fanfic community is celebrating 5k fics which is insane because this was founded a year ago.

so what dooes airplane shooting towards the sky think of this?

he thinks that fucking his biggest anti fan is a good idea

though he finds Peerless cucumbers rants quite entertaining, at times -- especially when he's struggling financially -- he wishes to shut his digital mouth up.

hes seen this from the beginning, as he is a fan of the fandom of his book.

he has seen MANY of the fics and has definetly fapped to them imagining that cucumber bro was actually there doing as the words said.

his favorite fics are him he is the top, pounding into him. which happily his fans are into the too.

he loves how the community depicts them both and absolety laughs his ass off at the airplane cucumber memes

he even took the time to buy a cumplane phone charm for his phone.

it all comes to head when the end of a promising arc is just papapa. Shang QInghua was frustrated with having to cut out most of the arc because his apartments rent had went up and by no means can afford it now unless he gets straight into the papapa.

and Shen yuan litterly ruined it for him even more.

with his rant in the comments Airplane did not infact copy-paste the same phrase but instead said,

" ok YOU CAN:BB UP show me you have the balls to actually fight me irl!! "

" Alright bet. "

and he proceeded to get dmed by cucumber the date and location, which wouldn't be a surprise bc Peerless cucumber never backs down on a bet!

the cumplane community is going bat shit crazy of this single interaction, they haven't gotten any material from the official people until now and its a breakthrough.

they did end up in a coffee shop, well at each other like a divorced couple, get kicked out of said coffee shop. shen yuan, embaressed by the fact offered to shang qinghua that they go to his apartment because " cleary, these streets arent built to handle my hate. "

which airplane would burst out luaghing and they would agree some more while driving to his place.

when inside Shen yuan and shang qinghua get into a little tussle and when yuan loses miserably because of his twink sick ass self versus the tale and muscular [ don't ask why shen yuan knows, and he's also confused by this fact ]

Shang qinghua has one arm against him as tto not crack one of his weak bones -- plus he can watch Shen Yuan squirm -- and pulls out his phone. which still have the cumplane charm on it.

when cucumber turns and accedentally see the charm he freezes, airplane wondering why he stopped struggling looks where he's looking and feezes too.

then they hate fuck about it as they tried to assert dominance in which shang qinghua won in, and he also teases him for all the cumplane fanart on his wall [ which was intentionally left there ]. in the morning with a grumpy shen yuan totally fucked out, shang qinghua takes a picture of them both and posts it with the headline;

" Guess the peerless cucumber is not so peerless anymore "

[chrollohearttags]

happy Saturday girlies!!! we got two fics finished and ready to post (finally!), I’m down 30 pounds, finally picked up my creative stuff again + my diploma comes in next week.

[fbfh]

hey i was wondering how mischa from rtc would react to a reader being on their period- tysm!

Mischa... Mischa Mischa Mischa.... he calls you up because he's already on his way over to your place but he missed the sound of your voice too much to wait. Or as he put it, "my heart is a cathedral, your voice is the ringing of the bells, the doves that fly above. each moment I am away from you, it is no longer house of worship because there is no divinity, no angels to deliver salvation, no embrace of heaven's gates."

so he shows up and sees you all snuggled up on the couch in your crusty comfy bed rotting clothes, but the way he looks at you is so sincerely the way someone else would look at the most breathtaking supermodel. he looks at you with that raw ukrainian passion and rushes forward to you. he takes your face so tenderly in his hands presses your foreheads together before he kisses you.

"oh, my beloved, my kokhanyy..." your stomach always does that little twisty flippy thing when he calls you kokhanyy - beloved in ukrainian. he's been using the pet name for as long as you can remember, but it still makes you all flustered. he kisses you some more and notices you don't seem to be quite yourself. he crouches down next to you, holding your hand in both of his, kissing it and holding it to his cheek as he asks what's wrong. you tell him you woke up to your period this morning and all you want to do is curl up in a ball and not move.

"period, period..." he murmurs, trying to remember what the ukrainian translation is. "oh, menstruatsiya!"

"yeah, menstruatsiya." you chuckle.

"oh, my dove..." he says, pulling you close to him. he rests your head on his chest, stroking your hair or caressing your cheek. "it is a most beautiful thing. the blood of your womb gives way to the seeds of new life. It is like a kiss from the stars, it is telling you that you are a strong, fertile tree, bursting with the fruit of life."

you look up at him, smiling softly, touched by his words.

"besides, squeezing lining of organs out of bleeding hole is gangster as SHIT, yo!" he exclaims, jumping up before kissing your hand again.

"I go get you chocolates and medovik." he says as he rushes out, then turns around.

"honey cake. very good, very comforting." he clairifies. you chuckle to yourself as he rushes out to get you some sweets and comfort food. you really don't know what you'd do without him.

[jstoddwrites]

love that i have surrounded myself with yes men, enablers, and people as equally as unhinged as i am

mind you, this guy has been my beta in every fandom except for this one yet, i love him to pieces

NOW....

how hard do we think jason would cry when bruce tells him he's a good boy? i simply dont think jason could handle it if bruce was balls deep, and god forbid he's facing bruce -- he'd shatter into a million fucking pieces.

[wholesalerats]

One simply must imagine seawatt and evbo together after the crystal legend of parkour course in these trying times.

Evbo, covered in tiny scratches with shards of amethyst still lodged in his skin, having just confirmed Seawatt's future betrayal (he knew all along, really. But he hoped...), hobbles into their temporary base.

Seawatt, stewing in his vitriol and need for revenge, yet grappling with his growing fondness for Evbo and his dogged optimism, watches as Evbo stumbles into his house. Immediately, Seawatt notices the weeping scratches lining his hands, his arms, his shins through his torn pant legs. But mostly, Seawatt notices the dark look Evbo gives him, hidden behind a flimsy mask of indifference.

Seawatt of course tries to help Evbo clean the wounds. He can't have his most important asset hindered during the next parkour course (at least, he tells himself that's the reason. And if his heart ached at the sight of a wounded Evbo and something dangerously close to concern for him bloomed in Seawatt's chest, well. That was just because he needed Evbo in peak form to finish the job).

And there, in the dry coolness of the desert night, the two are physically closer than they've ever been. Evbo, having begrudgingly accepted Seawatt's help. Seawatt, uncharacteristically gentle and quiet. They both choke on the unsaid words between them and ignore the feelings that could never lead anywhere.

[sloasis]

9-1-1 can't be canceled until season 25 because we need to see Jee-Yun turn into a teenager and a young adult . She needs to be seen going on adventures with Buck and Chris giving her highschool advice while he's going to COLLEGE and interning at NASA .... We need to see Buck take her on an uncle-niece trip up north in a remote cabin where they get stuck in a snow storm and nobody hears back from them , Maddie and Chimney are freaking out because they hear about the weather and it wasn't predicted and they've gone radio silent . The snow storm gets pretty bad but Buck lights the fire place and tells Jee-Yun to STAY where she is and he goes out in the storm to find his car or check on something outside or get fire wood , any of those things and he gets caught up in it real bad and gets a few ouches ... ouches as in A BROKEN LEG ! Jee-Yun immediately gets ready even after Buck says stay cause she definitely doesn't listen to him and has to traverse through the snow and find him .. he's been out there at least 40+ minutes and Jee-Yun knows that hypothermia is just right around the corner .. it's tense and dark and windy and cold but Jee-Yun doesn't give up , she has to find her Buck and when she does .. she already has an emergency med kit , she splints his leg and gives him a blanket .. they have to hobble their way back to the cabin and get Buck warmed up stat . Jee-Yun has basically been prepped to deal with any kind of weather emergency and injury so she knows what to do !! Buck doesn't even need to tell her or walk her through anything really .. he's so proud of her by the way . Like she's been growing up with first responders her entire life , OF COURSE she knows hypothermia recovery , of course she knows how to splint a leg , of course she knows how to treat any kind of wound . Her mother was a nurse and is a 911 dispatcher , her father is a paramedic AND a firefighter , her uncle is the bravest but most reckless firefighter she knows ... Her captain grandad has been through SO many situations and they have fully prepped her for EVERY kind of emergency . Eddie and Hen have showed her all the equipment and medical treatment stuff they use and have totally done training exercises .. I honestly don't think Jee-Yun would even BE into firefighting or anything like that but she KNOWS because her entire family wants the best for her , they've been so protective but in the way that they TRUST her and they have TAUGHT her the hardest life lessons that they've all been through ... She's so loved , so she will save and treat Buck .

[nyoomfruits]

hi ellie, you're one of my favourite authors of ever, even beyond the realm of fanfiction!! you are magic with words and story telling and i'm forever grateful that you write for a fandom that i read! could i please request for the settings prompt game landoscar and #13? thanks in advance!!!

13. a great ballroom during aan elegant party

Lando’s been listening to Alex and George squable about the correct pronounciation of the word ‘canapé’ for a good ten minutes when he finally says, “I think this is the year.”

George stops mid horrible French pronounciation. “The year of what.”

“The year of your mum,” Alex supplies unhelpfully.

”The year of this,” Lando says, gesturing around the ballroom they’re standing in. From the corner they’re tucked away in they can see the crowded dancefloor, the tittering girls and mama’s on the edges, the waiters with trays full of the aforementioned canapés and glasses of champagne. “The year I find my match.”

The music of the violen quartet in the corner is loud, and yet it is like you can hear a pin drop.

“A what,” Alex says, at the same time George makes a breathless little sound.

“I have been waiting for this moment all my life,” George says, sounding truly sincere, pulling a scroll out of his waistcoat. It unrolls and hits the floor with a quiet thud. “I have a list of all the eligible singles. Names, ages, occupations, parents occupations, side of the bed they prefer to sleep on,” George continues, scanning through his list.

“You scare me sometimes,” Alex says, rather deadpan.

“Ah!” George says, completely ignoring him. “Here. Max Emillian Verstappen.”

“I know Max,” Lando pipes up.

George ignors him, too. “Granted, he has that weird thing with Charles going, but if that doesn’t work out there’s a lot of money up for grabs here. Just imagine-“

Lando tunes him out, glances around the ballroom. He knew telling his friends would be a mistake. But he’s so goddamn tired of being alone, seeing everyone around him find their perfect match. He wants that too, wants someone to hold at night when it gets cold outside, someone who gets him, who makes him laugh, who he can just be himself around. High society is a burden at times. He just wants someone who understands that, who lifts that burden, if only just a little.

His eyes slide over the ballroom, over the girls in beautiful, colorful gowns, the guys in smart, gorgeous suits. And then they land on someone in the corner. He’s never seen the guy before, dressed in a rather simple plain suit with a swoosh of brown hair that looks artfully messy, a face that unremarkable yet Lando cannot stop looking.

He’s talking to a group of mamas, clearly making them laugh as they titter and fan their fans. One of them pushes her daughter forward, and he takes her hand, gracefully leads her to the dancefloor, where he glides along in a way that shows he knows what he’s doing. Yet Lando’s never seen him before.

So he turns to George. “Who’s that?” He asks, interupting George’s spiel about Carlos Sainz’s intricate hair routine.

George frowns. “That’s Oscar Piastri, don’t you remember him? He played cricket, too. Started late but was a real prodigy so by the time he got to our level he moved to Australia to try for real. Didn’t realize he was back.” George’s frown deepens. “I don’t have information on him yet, but give me a few days. Alex, wasn’t he friends with that guy you were sleeping with last summer? Logan something?”

“Sargeant?” Alex asks, shrugs. “Sure, I’ll ask.”

“Good,” George says. “We need a game plan. Maybe we can rendez vous back at my place in- oh my god Lando where are you going.”

Lando, having had enough of Alex and George’s chit chat, has decided it is time to get into action, and is now beeling for Oscar, who has since finished his dance, and is now talking to Frederik Vesti, looking relaxed and calm and laid back. ”Fred,” Lando says, clapping Frederik on the back jovially. “Jack’s looking for you, mate.”

“Is he?” Frederik asks, eyes bright, craning his neck around. “Oh, that’s. I’ll go find him.”

Frederik steps away then, leaving Lando in full view of Oscar Piastri, who’s just taking a sip of his drink and promptly lets it dribble all over his shirt when he spots Lando.

“Shit,” he says, clumsily dabbing at his shirt with a handkerchief. “Lando, I’m so sorry. I mean, uh. Mr. Norris. Lando Norris.” He says it a little in awe, a little breathless, and there’s a flush to his cheeks that wasn’t there before, not even when he as dancing.

Lando cocks his head. “Have we met?” He asks. Up close, Oscar is even cuter, with soft round cheeks and warm brown eyes. Lando’s never felt this intrigued about a person before.

“Oh,” Oscar says, awkardly scratching the back of his head. “Not, uh, really? I used to watch you play cricket, when we were younger.” When Lando doesn’t say anything, just raises an eyebrow, Oscar’s flush impossiblu darkens. “Not in a creepy way! Just uh. You were a few levels above me and like. Really good.”

Lando preens. He’s stopped playing cricket ages ago, but it’s nice to hear someone looked up to him like that. “Well, not creepy Piastri,” he says, enjoying the way Oscar stutters a little at that. “How about a dance then? For old times sake.”

Oscar’s eyes widen but he takes the outstretched hand, lets himself be led to the floor. The song is a slow one, and Lando relishes in the opportunity to put his hand on Oscar’s shoulder, let his other slide into Oscar’s, marvels at the way Oscar is slightly bigger yet his hands are so much smaller.

Oscar’s eyes don’t leave his for a second as they twirl around the ballroom, transfixed in a way Lando can’t explain, like he’s merely a moon circling Lando’s earth. It’s exilirating, being looked at like that, like he matters. Lando could get used to that, maybe. Would love to get used to that.

Lando licks his lips and Oscar’s steps falter, unnoticable unless you’re the one dancing with him, and Lando can’t help the grin that spreads across his face.

When the dance ends he bows at Oscar, never breaking eye contact, before making his way over back to George and Alex, feeling the prickle of Oscar’s eyes following him across the ballroom.

“That one,” he says, when he reaches his friends. “I want that one.”

[brassknucklespeirs]

ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄᴋʟᴇ [ʀɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀꜱ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

The feeling was so strong, and honestly not in the good way. It took over her body, clenching and squeezing at her muscles and causing a tension that took over her very being. And yet through it all, her mind gave her constant conflicting messages; you're fine, you're not sad, you're not in pain, you're not grieving, you're completely and utterly fine. She was exhausted from trying to keep up with herself, and it showed. Her closest friends, Bill and Joe, would have seen the change in her. It wasn't a big change, but the usually happy and witty friend of theirs turned maniac, and everything she did became erratic. She didn't seem quite right, though those who didn't know her well would not think much of it, for she was okay just enough to hold it together.

But Joe and Bill weren't there anymore, having been hit in Bastogne and both sent back to the States with injuries that would see they would not be returning. She had reminisced on a similar feeling she had after they had jumped into Carentan. At the time, Y/N wasn't sure how she was feeling, and there was a constant back and forth in her emotions that she was trying to juggle like a bad circus act. She had thought back on how she had sat staring wide eyed at a replacement who had been shot right before her eyes, a young teenager who would have had his whole life ahead of him, now reduced to nothing but a lifeless body at her feet.

"I'm fine, I promise." She had muttered breathlessly to Toye who sat with her on the truck, looking worried as his friend held a bewildered gaze, staring into space without a single thought in her eyes that swum with tears.

"I don't know if that's quite true, but regardless, I'm here, and I always will be." Joe had spoke softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her head, before pulling back and running a reassuring thumb over her cheek, a smile on his lips. Bill had sat on her other side, wrapping an arm over her shoulder, gently tugging her towards him with a grin on his own lips. She remembered those smiles, as if they were engrained in her mind, a memory brought out at any moment she needed it.

But now, she was left without Joe or Bill, both of whom had been her support, her constants. Though it was a sweet gesture meant to calm her jittery bones, the expressions on her best friends' faces would seemingly follow her like a ghost, constantly haunting her steps at every corner she took. When Joe and Bill were hit, Y/N knew how she felt. She was lost, truly and utterly. The two pillars that helped her stand constantly were knocked down themselves and she felt she had nothing to hold her up. Everything turned dark, like the night sky was perpetual, however not the beautiful star filled sky, but a blanketed cloudy night with a catastrophic storm brewing. The winds of change blew her left and right and she struggled to hold on to herself. She watched as Buck lost himself to it, and she pondered whether she would too; she honestly thought she was a goner at that point.

Y/N remembered Joe's words. I'm here, and I always would be. Liar. She thought hopelessly as she clung to herself, arms wrapped around her torso as she rocked herself back and forth. She had ensured no one else was around; it was simply splintered trees and that grieving girl.

In a way, she did lose herself. Everyone watched as she became a shell of herself, merely a solider forced to fight. She was on autopilot, just awake enough to be able to reassure people she was fine, before going back to her stoic, tight jawed expression. She was haunted, she was tired, and she was so utterly over seeing those she cared for being diminished to nothing but a memory. It was driving her mad with grief. She had lost her ability to handle it, and instead had resorted to simply not dealing with it. She had flicked that switch in her mind that dealt with grief, with loss, and had become nothing but a solider, ready to take on the world with nothing to lose.

Dick had found her there, in amongst the snow, shivering and on her way to tears as she seemed to whisper words to herself, speaking her thoughts aloud. He paused his steps, wondering if he should announce himself, but the man couldn’t stop himself as his heart ached for the woman.

"Sergeant L/N." He called gently. She stood immediately, her movements fast and aggressive as she all but snapped her heels together, as if she was the perfect, well oiled machine of a solider.

"Captain Winters, sir." She replied, voice devoid of emotion as she forced herself to hold it together, like a default setting she was ready to flick on when she needed. He stared at her, head tilting the slightest amount while he studied her carefully.

"Y/N," He began, and she felt the default setting turn off as soon as her name left his lips, like the false portrayal of this fighter had melted away to show nothing but the diminished woman she felt herself to be.

"Dick," She whispered back, her shoulders dropping to show her true feelings. He stepped forward, grabbing her hand gently as he tugged her forward towards him. Her jaw tightened and slacked with every other second, as she was trying to stop herself from feeling certain emotions, not wanting to show how hurt and lost she truly felt.

"Talk to me sweetheart." He said quietly, drawing her closer to him so they stood almost chest to chest, his eyes intently staring at her. She wanted to hold back, wanted to pretend she was fine, but something about the man made it hard to do so. She looked up at him, the man who had been a constant thought in the back of her mind, the kind of dream she would hope she'd see every night but never be able to have while she was awake. And yet he stood here before her, staring at her with such a soft gaze, one that she thought she would only see while she slept, as if she was the only thing that mattered to him in that moment. They had always had something lingering in the space between them since they had first met during basic training, but it seemed neither had the time to explore further as they were thrown full force into the war. But even then, the lingering eyes and protective manner in which Dick moved around her showed her that he was fully aware of it.

"I just…there so many things going through my head. Like when I'm dead and gone…will they remember me? Will I be anything to anyone? Will I be worth the talk?" The woman muttered, the words dripping from her lips like syrup, slow and thick, emotion encompassing every syllable.

"To me, you will." Winters said softly, so softly that if the wind was blowing any harder it might have wasted away, never to be heard. But she heard it, and it made her snap her head in his direction, eyes watering as she gazed at him. Her visions blurred with tears and she felt her knees grow weak before she dropped to them, but he wrapped his arms around her frail body to stop her from meeting the ground harshly as the sobs that so desperately needed to come fell from her lips. His hand running along her spine reassuringly as he held her close, letting her feel what she must to

Dick felt his throat constrict, his own emotion coming forth as he heard her heart wrenching cries, and flash backs of his own grief came back to him. He saw the young SS soldier, saw his dropping smile and his bright eyes. He saw his body jolt in his mind as his bullet hit the boy in the chest, before he saw his body hit the ground. Dick's arms tightened around the woman, his hand finding its way to the back of her head as he cradled it to sit in the space between his jaw and shoulder.

"I know. I know." He whispered to her, his mind recounting the faces of the soldier who were under his command that had lost their lives to this war. His eyebrows pulled together as tears gathered in his eyes, but he gulped down the feeling as he held her. "It's..it's not easy, and it feels never ending, I know. But, you're….you're so much stronger than you give yourself credit for. And I know you don't feel like you can but…I know you can keep going, for Joe and Bill, for yourself." He muttered.

"I…I just feel so heavy Dick." She choked out as she pulled her face from his neck and gazed up at him with red rimmed, wet eyes. He nodded his head as he returned her gaze, showing his own teary eyes.

"Then let me carry some of it," He replied, "Let me take some of the weight sweetheart." He continued, squeezing her hand he had moved to grab.

"How?" She whispered so softly that he almost didn't hear her.

"Talk, let it out, cry, let me hold you tighter, do what you have to. I'm here for it all." He said, trying to prompt her to feel.

"People have said that in the past and now they're gone." Y/N said honestly, her heart clenching in her chest painfully as she thought of Joe and Bill.

"Well I can't promise anything, and you know that. But for this very moment, let me take some of the weight." Dick said gently, running his fingers through the hair that wasn't covered by her helmet. His words echoed on her head, and she felt her body loosen. She knew she didn't know what would happen, but for now? For now she could try her best at handling everything if he held her hand through it.

"O…okay." She whispered as she let her head rest on his shoulder. It was as if the physical contact between them had let her weight transfer to him slightly, as if every moment she spent in his embrace she was able to breathe more. She didn’t feel as though she needed to cry anymore, she felt as though she simply needed to stay enveloped in his arms. Y/N pulled away from him eventually, her eyes drier and her heart less heavy as she gazed up at him.

"Thank you Dick." She whispered to him causing him to smile.

"Of course, anything for you." He replied quietly and her heart jumped at his words. They stared at each other for a few moments, and with every second, they seemed to grow closer to one another. Dick pressed his lips softly against hers after a moment, and Y/N welcomed the feeling, returning the kiss with the same gentle passion. They pulled away not long after, not wanting to get caught up in each other, but ensuring that there was enough there to express one another's feelings. They stared at each other once more as they pulled away, eyes full with a fondness that had always been there but never truly expressed.

As time went on, she felt lighter, not like the entire weight of her feelings had disappeared, but like every time her knees were ready to buckle under the weight he was there to hold some of it for her. Dick seemed to be a new constant, not a replacement of Bill and Joe, but something new. She wasn't sure if she was thinking too much into it but she felt as though this felt different. His eyes lingered on her just a little longer, his gaze always questioning her wellbeing in a way that a leader, or even a close friend, wouldn't do. His gaze held more of an affectionate gentleness, something she had only dreamed of.

That night at the Eagle's nest, many of the men had gathered to drink and celebrate the victory in Europe, elated by the surrender of the German army and their allies. But Y/N was tired, and felt herself in serious need of rest. She hadn't been able to see Dick in a couple of days passed the odd wide eyed gaze across the room, and she felt herself grow heavy. She had stayed in her room until Luz had come to visit, asking if she was joining them. She smiled sweetly at him, but the emotion struggled to reach her drooping eyes as she did.

"I just…need some time alone please." Y/N said to George, a small reassuring smile on her lips as she stood by her bedroom door.

"Of course, let us know if you need something." Luz replied with a large grin, one that she was very used to. She smiled fondly at him before nodding gratefully.

"Thanks George." The man smiled once more before wandering off to see the other men, leaving Y/N by herself. She sighed as she closed the door, letting her shoulders slump while she leant against the door. She went to walk over to her bed to sit for a moment, but another knock sounded on the door and she turned back to it again with a quiet groan. She swung the door open, expecting one of the enlisted men to be there, asking her to come drink with them but was surprised to see Winters standing there. He looked at her with a small smile, his hands playing with the fabric of his hat that was grasped between his fingers.

"I can go if you need some time alone." Dick spoke suddenly, and she broke out of her moment of admiring him

"No!" Y/N blurted out, her voice louder than she intended. Her eyes widened at herself, before clearing her throat awkwardly. "No. Please…stay." She uttered, her voice much quieter now as if she was questioning her own words. Dick let a small smile cover his lips as he nodded, stepping further into the room as he closed the door gently.

"How are you feeling?" He asked fondly as he looked at her, the both of them standing in the middle of her room.

"Um…better, in a way. But not so much in others." Y/N replied with a small smile, her eyes flickering between his face and her hands that she was clenching and unclenching in front of her. "I don't know how I'm ever going to get over what this war had made me feel. How will i…how will I ever explain this to people who don't understand?" She said as she looked at him fully. His face took on an empathetic softness, and he stepped closer to her, his hands finding their way to her shoulders.

"I don't know if you ever will be able to. I'm quite sure I won't be able to." Dick spoke with a gentleness that she had been hoping to hear. His hand moved to her face, his thumb running over the skin below her eye and along her cheekbone. "But…you don’t have to be able to explain it to me." He finished with a smile that made her feel safe, her chest feeling less constricted until a thought crossed her mind and it came back once again.

"But you won't always be there, will you?" Y/N whispered, a sadness taking over her expression. Dick took a deep breath, his adam's apple bobbing as thought over his next words.

"Who ever said that?" He spoke, and he seemed so sure of himself. She looked up at him again, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed.

"What…what do you mean?" She questioned, fiddling with her fingers unconsciously. He let a smile grace his lips as he reached for her hands, untangling them before interlinking them with his.

"I mean…I…" He began, though he seemed to trip up on his words. "I would like you to come back with me, after…this." He continued, his cheeks growing slightly red. "Only if you want to." He finished quickly. Y/N's breath caught in her throat for a moment as she stared at their hands.

"What…me? You want me to come back with you after the war?" She said with wide eyes, her mind swimming with thoughts, overthinking to the point where she questioned whether she had made up the words he spoke in her mind.

"Well…yes." He said with a slight tension to his sentence.

"I….okay." She whispered, looking up at him again, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she did. His face broke out into a large smile, his eyes lighting up happily.

"Well…that's good." Dick said, his face showing relief. Y/N felt her own face break into a smile as she stared up at him.

"That is good." She replied, and they both shared a smile before Y/N leaned forward and pecked his lips gently. His face showed a shy bewilderment that caused her to giggle quietly. His lips twitched at her laugh before he leaned forward and pressed another kiss to her lips, pulling her closer.

"It means you won't ever have to carry everything by yourself. Not now and not ever." He whispered as he pulled away, a genuine loving care in his eyes. She smiled at his words, eyes swimming with tears. He returned her smile, pressing his lips to her forehead gently before looking down at her once more. "I won't ever let you feel that way again."

[velaryoncoffee]

There was a strange familiarity in the scene, mirroring near perfectly the way they had been on that fateful day so many years in their past.

Aemond's fingers squeezed around his throat, chin smeared with fresh blood from where Luke had punched him in the mouth.

He looked at Aemond with a desperate plea in his eyes, but a deep sense of confusion flushed him. In that moment, he found himself uncertain of the very thing he was pleading for. Pleading for Aemond to relase him, his mind told him, pleading for mercy and to flee. Worryingly, though, was the overwhelming burn in his gut, pleading instead for more. For the fingers digging into his skin and the palm pressing into his windpipe to squeeze harder. For Aemond to bring him closer and claim him before the very words spilled from his wobbling lip, caught halfway in his throat where Aemond gripped.

[thetriggeredhappy]

i’m cleaning out my inbox since across my blogs i have a combined three digit number. we’re playing fast and loose folks

[formula1girly81]

~Just some random head cannons for Mattheo~

So first off I feel like Mattheo is really into vinyl, like just in general. Like one year you gave him a record player for Christmas and since then its always playing. And I feel like he has more vintage vinyl more than present. I also think because of him being a Slytherin that he tries to find a bunch of those kinda see through green vinyls?? (Idk if I'm making sense) but I also think he totally buys you all the vinyl you want for Christmas, or your birthday, literally anything if there's a vinyl you don't have he's buying it for you (baby could buy me all my Lana albums😍)

Also I've been having a hard time trying to decide his music taste, like is it more chase Atlantic type of vibes? But I could also see him listening to rap like 21 and stuff. Idk comment so that I can get some info on that cause I wanna make a story about that 😝

But yeah pretty lame post cause im on my kindle RN and not my phone so I don't have any of my borders or anything but here you go!😉

(ALSO DROP THOSE REQUESTS NOWWW!!!)

[sisterdivinium]

Rich and arrogant and combative and blasphemous, Jillian Salvius would surely live in a den of iniquity where her girls would be tempted enough to abandon their mission — so Mother Superion thought.

But Jillian Salvius' table, however generous, was not one set for waste: gracious as a host, meals at her house were varied but not excessive, alcohol present but not overindulged in; if more kindly, her conduct was as correct as that of any strict Christian such as Superion herself.

And, through daily contact, sharing in that their deadly conflict, Mother Superion found that she could admire her — charmed.

[ssongsboo]

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❕ : just the tip hihi

⟢ sex and red wine .ᐟ

hyungseok is between your legs, hands resting lazily on your thighs as he licks into you with no urgency, no real effort- just slow, teasing drags of his tongue that keep you on edge but never push you over. he’s warm, wet, maddeningly casual about it, like he has all the time in the world, like he’s just enjoying himself while you struggle beneath him.

you try to move, to roll your hips up for more, but his grip tightens, fingers digging in just enough to remind you who’s in control.

“patience, baby,” he murmurs against you, voice thick with amusement.

you let out a frustrated whimper, back arching off the bed. “hyungseok, please-”

he hums, like he’s considering it, but all he does is flick his tongue lazily over your clit again, making your thighs twitch. it’s not enough. not even close.

“please,” you whine again, fingers tangling in his hair, trying to guide him, but he doesn’t budge. he hums against you, the vibrations making your whole body shudder, but the way he’s taking his time is driving you insane.

“please what?” he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to your clit before flicking his tongue over it again, slow and teasing, before pulling back again.

you swallow, cheeks burning. “just—” you hesitate, embarrassed, but he just raises an eyebrow, waiting.

“more,” you beg, tugging at his hair, but he just smirks, chin glistening as he looks up at you.

“more?” he echoes, tilting his head like he doesn’t understand. “i am giving you more than enough- more than you deserve. you just don’t appreciate it.”

you let out a frustrated groan, hands tightening in his hair, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t do anything except watch you with that smug little smile, fingers rubbing slow, featherlight circles over your thigh- everywhere except where you need him.

“hyungseok, please-”

you suck in a shaky breath, frustration burning in your stomach. “please just fuck me.”

his smirk widens. “oh? you’re begging an awful lot right now.” he leans in again, lips brushing against your inner thigh, voice thick with amusement. “what happened to all that attitude from earlier?”

you whimper, shaking your head, squirming beneath him. “i was just- i didn’t mean it.”

he clicks his tongue. “mhm. too bad. i kinda liked seeing you like that.” his fingers trail teasingly between your legs, barely dipping inside before pulling away again. “now you just sound desperate.”

you are. you are desperate, body aching, frustration knotting tighter and tighter until you can’t take it anymore.

“hyungseok,” you gasp, voice shaking. “just the tip. please. just- just the tip, that’s all, i swear-”

he stills, eyes darkening as he lets your words sink in. then, slowly, a smirk spreads across his face.

“just the tip?” he echoes, shifting up until he’s hovering over you, lips brushing against your ear. “that’s all you want?”

you nod frantically, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him close, trying to get anything from him. “yes, please, just the tip-”

he exhales sharply, pretending to consider it, then he shifts, pressing just the very tip inside, just enough to make you gasp, make your whole body tense in anticipation.

and then he stops again.

you let out a choked whimper, nails digging into his back, and he laughs, pressing a slow, mocking kiss to your cheek.

“you’re so cute when you beg,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip. “but you’re even cuter when you don’t get what you want.”

hyungseok rolls his hips just enough to make you gasp, just enough to make your walls clench around him, but he pulls back before you can do anything about it, leaving you aching, empty, desperate for more.

“fuck,” he groans, voice low, strained, but his grip on your waist stays firm, refusing to let you take what you want. “so tight… you’d take me so well, wouldn’t you?”

you whimper, nails digging into his back, trying to push down, to get more, but he just laughs, lips brushing against your ear. “ah, but you insisted, didn’t you?” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. “just the tip.”

he rocks forward, pressing in so slowly, stretching you open by an inch, before pulling back once again, dragging his length against your entrance, teasing you with every slow, deliberate movement.

“aww, look at you,” he hums, trailing kisses down your neck, enjoying the way your breath hitches every time he almost gives in. “you’re shaking. you want it that bad?”

“yes,” you gasp, hands fisting in the sheets. “hyungseok, please, i-” he smirks, kissing the corner of your lips as he thrusts in just a fraction deeper, making your whole body jolt.

hyungseok lets out a low chuckle, rolling his hips just enough to make you gasp, just enough to let you feel just how thick and warm he is inside you, before pulling back again, keeping only the very tip buried in your heat.

your whole body tenses, frustration bubbling over as you try to rock your hips down, but his grip on your waist tightens, holding you still.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” he purrs, breath hot against your ear. then, his voice drops lower, teasing, cruel.

“that’s what you could’ve gotten if you didn’t act like a brat all day.”

your breath catches, a desperate whimper slipping from your lips as he drags himself out, teasing your entrance with slow, lazy strokes before pressing just the tip back in.

“you’re so wet,” he muses, voice thick with amusement. “and for what? this little bit?” he rocks forward again, barely an inch, watching the way your lashes flutter, the way your mouth parts on a choked gasp.

“so pathetic,” he hums, nipping at your jaw. “you were all mouth earlier, and now look at you. completely at my mercy.”

you whimper, eyes glassy, hands fisting in the sheets. “hyungseok, please-”

he tilts his head, pretending to think. “please what? use your words, baby.”

“more,” you beg, voice shaking. “i need more, please-”

he groans, his restraint wavering for just a second before he smirks, dragging his lips down your throat. “hmm. i could…” he trails off, teasing your entrance again, dragging his tip along your slick folds, making you shudder.

then he leans in, lips brushing your ear, voice nothing but a breathy whisper, “but do you deserve it?”

[savage-rhi]

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