#-BUT THIS IS SO FUNNY I STOPPED BREATHING OKAY

[teddybeartoji]

toji is a cat dad. the cat looks so fucking tiny next to him that it's a little comical actually. they spend every morning together – the cat twirls around and between his legs as he's grabbing the food, quietly meowing and purring. toji smiles softly to himself at the little thing's neediness. so cute.

the cat also just loves to follow toji around the apartment. always. he goes to the bathroom? the cat goes to the bathroom. he's cooking in the kitchen? the cat is in the kitchen. he's asleep in the bed? the cat is in the bed. (big man toji stomping around the house with the smallest cat in the world running after him.......... guys i'm melting i'm dying)

ok but he was a little weirded out by the cat's need to be in the bathroom with him lmao. like he's taking a piss and he looks over his shoulder only to find the little kitten just staring up at him with big eyes😭😭😭 toji grumbles under his breath and tries to ignore him but then he ends up looking over his shoulder again, hoping that he left but no. he's still there. sitting like :3 😭😭😭😭

"yer fuckin' weird..." is what toji tells him as he places the cat on the bathroom counter and he just gets a cute meow back as a reply. the cat watches him brush his teeth and toji has to fight the thing because he's now in the sink????? toji needs to spit out the toothpaste but the critter is getting comfortable in the bowl and he actually feels bad abt pushing him away... wahh he's so soft actually guys i can't do this anymore.

if the cat happens to be a big meower, toji's definitely talking back to him. he literally goes "what're ya yappin' about, lil man? 🤨🤨" while looking at the tiny creature. but he loves it, he thinks it's so funny. he picks the little guy up and just stares at him up close O.O (plss the cat is literally like the size of his palm i'm dying it's so cute).

he also likes to carry the cat on his shoulder. i think every cat would actually love toji so much, this is also canon here you cannot argue with me. and i think they'd all find him very comforting? and i think they'd love to sleep on him. so whenever he's cooking and the cat paws at his legs, he just picks him up and places him on his shoulder.

he once did that when shiu was over and he was just ????????? like man what are you doing put the damn cat down ????????? and toji just went. "no. he wants to see." with a blank face. to him it's very obvious. c'mon, the cat is so little, he has no idea what's happening up here, ofc he wants to see??????? smh shiu do better😒😒😒

oh and this was definitely just a stray cat he took in btw. after a long day at work, he was just walking home with a cig between his lips when he heard the teeeniest tiniest little meow coming from behind the dumpster in an alley. and well... the curiosity got the best of him and he went to check it out aaand lo and behold!!!!!!! itty bitty kitty!!!!

big eyes peering up at him behind a thrash bag, he just knew he couldn't leave the poor thing there. he reached out his hand, letting the kitty smell him and he almost dropped his cig when he actually leaned into his touch immediately!!!! that's his baby now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he held the cat to his chest as he made his way home and he even stopped by a little corner store to buy him something to eat. the cashier did look at him with a raised brow bc what the fuck this massive man is holding the smallest cat in the world, but toji didn't mind. he didn't care. the cat slept on his back that very same night.

ALSO. thank u @kentophilia for putting this idea in my head ily<33 during the late hours of the day, toji lays in bed while reading his book with his glasses on – the cat stands on his chest with a determined face. he's already purring even though toji hasn't even done anything. he's just soo comforting and the cat just loves him soooo much okay:((((( toji lowers his book to look at the thing before scratching the top of his head and smiling to himself when the cat closes his eyes and purrs even louder.

the cat ends up trying to make biscuits on him and that makes toji yelp lmao. the tiny little claws dig into his warm skin as the he kneads toji like he's a piece of dough. purring and content – toji doesn't have it in him to make him stop either. it's not like it actually hurts, he was just caught off-guard. he didn't get scared by a cat btw, he didn't. in the end, he keeps reading his book with his one hand while petting the creature with the other. this is their routine. they're family!!!!!!!

anyway. he loves his little kitty cat with all his heart and he would literally kill for him:33333

[ilovepaigebueckerss]

tiktok prank

reader x p.b

summary: reader does that one tiktok prank where you call your partner by your exes name (short blurb)

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you propped your phone up and then started the 3s timer.

“okay, so everyone is asking how we met so we’re finna tell yall” you say to the camera, smiling big.

“okay bro- paige, go ahead” you say, cutting yourself off to make it seem like it just slipped out.

paige’s smile faded, and your trying to hold in your laugh.

“who?” she asks, attitude laced in her tone.

“i said paige, now go ahead and tell them baby.”

paige side eyes you, knowing good and and damn well you didnt say paige.

“girl stop playing with me” she says laughing, knowing you’re just trying to get a reaction out of her.

“okay whatever, so anyways” you say continuing the story. “me and brooke met back in-“

“cut the damn cameras” paige says cutting you off. you couldn’t help but bust laughing.

“okay, okay” you say still laughing, trying to catch your breath. you stop the recording and continue to laugh.

“that was not funny” paige says, trying to hide her laugh.

“sorry” you say still laughing, then givng her a quick peck on the cheek.

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comments:

@paigebueckersss: yall play too much😭😭

@ilovey/n: no cause you could see the fear in y/n’s eyes after she said that😭😭

@icebrady: yall know paige dont play about her girl🤣

@ilovekkarnold: i love them so much its crazy

@kkarnold: paige really said “cut the cameras” 😂😂😂

@wowowow: okay i actually wanna know how they met tho..

see more…

[toxic3mmy]

alex talking in spanish while fucking your brains out 😵‍💫

a tus ordenes jefe🫡

[ty for da request <33]

prompt: alex seducing you in two languages

warnings! smut!!

you woke up from a very intense dream. it was about alex and you getting really intimate and he decided to use a lot more spanish than usual. quite frankly, it really turned you on.

the way that he rolled his r’s, his tongue almost thick in his mouth as he spoke. the spanish nicknames and sexy talk was just delicious.

you got up and did your regular routine. you ate some breakfast, cleaned the house up, and then sat down to read one of your romance novels.

now that you think of it, you were reading this steamy book before bed and it’s probably what made you have that really good dream. your book had hispanic characters and the sexy main character was gushing in the spanish language.

he finally got the female character alone, painfully alone. he was cornering her and making her feel pent up.

reading this was definitely making you feel pent up, too. you ran your fingers down your chest and then your belly. you finally reached your panties which were just soaked. you suddenly came up with a brilliant plan.

you sat in front of your huge bedroom mirror on the wall. you sat completely naked, with a soft blanket only slightly covering your breasts and groin. you snapped a few pictures in that pose as well as some completely nude and sent them to alex with the text,

i’m feeling really lonely…

you smiled as you realized you did not have to wait long at all for a response. you saw the chat bubble typing and waited for your boyfriend to reply but nothing. you frowned at your phone and decided to get dressed.

you then decided to take a relaxing bath. you even set up a few candles on the tub and added foamy bubbles. you continued to read for about an hour and imagined yourself in the book getting seduced by alex.

the sound of your front door slamming shut had your breath caught in your throat. you stay absolutely still, in hopes that if it’s someone breaking in, they’ll leave quickly.

suddenly, you see alex in the restroom doorway and you can breathe again.

“you scared me.. i thought someone was in the house. what are you doing home so early from work?” you sat up a bit in the tub

“get out of the bath” he murmured with an almost angry expression on his face

“what?”

“i said,” he walked forward and grabbed your arm, pulling you up harshly “get the fuck out of the water”

“i-i”

“no, you don’t get to speak”

alex roughly led you to your bed and threw you on it with only a towel on

“you think this is acceptable?” he asked, pacing around the room

“do you think it’s okay to send me pictures like that while i’m at work? i had a huge fucking boner and i needed to do a presentation y/n. i couldn’t even speak clearly without thinking about you and it was too much. my boss sent me home early!”

you couldn’t help but let out a giggle muffled only by your hand.

“oh.. you think this is funny? let’s see, where’s that book you were reading” he walked back to the restroom to retrieve your novel

“spanish, huh? you mean to tell me that this filthy smut is what made you think you could send me nudes while i was working?” he examined your novel

“alex please… im really sorry about earlier”

“i won’t take that sorry apology. sluts like you deserve to be punished. what do you think?” he smiled and cradled your jaw in his hand

“do w-whatever you need to do..”

he then sat down on the bed next to you and reached out to run a finger down your cheek,

“remind me of your safe words”

“green if i want you to keep going, yellow if i need a pause, and red if i need you to stop immediately” you said a bit nervously

“good girl,” he grabbed your hair tightly in one hand and used his other to take his cock out of his pants, “put your mouth to good use and suck”

and you did exactly that. you took his shaft in one hand and sucked lightly at his tip, taking more of him in your mouth as your hand moved up and down.

“joder.. mm so good, gatita” he said, head thrown back in pleasure

you moaned around him, sending vibrations down his leaking dick. he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking up and his hand pushing your head lower, making you choke.

“you like that? quieres mas? mámame la como me gusta, zorra”

you didn’t answer. instead you quickened your pace and took him deep into your throat. after a few minutes of this, alex stopped you.

“s-shit.. i don’t want to cum yet.. take a break gatita” he said, letting you up for air

he took the rest of his clothes off and pulled your towel off of you

“que hermosa eres…” he said, crawling over you and softly kissing your lips. he deepened the kiss while playing with one of your perked up nipples. he kissed at your jaw and slowly moved lower.

he mouthed at your neck, sucking and nipping the skin there until a bruise was visible. he smiled at your whimpering and rolling of your hips into him. he continued lower and licked your nipple, your other breast being roughly pawed at with his free hand.

you were a moaning, wet mess underneath him. his chain dangling above you, almost as if it was taunting you.

“on your hands and knees, slut”

you propped yourself up for him, your ass and dripping pussy in full view for alex. he immediately grabbed at your ass and you felt the warmth of his tongue at your entrance.

“you feel so good” you moaned, biting at your arm harshly to muffle your sounds

a loud smacked echoed through the room and your ass stung

“didn’t i say you didn’t need to speak? this is your fucking punishment and you will not cum until i say you can. you do what i say, understood?”

you nodded and immediately felt a harder smack to your ass

“use your words, pinche zorra”

“i understand.. please alex..”

“shut the fuck up” he once again was at your hole, burying his face in your ass and pussy

he licked up and down and between your soaked folds. you gripped at the sheets and tried to resist the temptation of screaming his name. instead, you let your face fall into the mattress, your ass still in the air for him. you arched your back and fucked yourself onto his tongue.

“eres mi jugete, princesa. eres mia” he said before continuing to delve deeper into you, making you squirm like never before

your pussy was clenching around his tongue and he knew you were close. so he stopped. you let out a cry of despair as he wiped his face of your juices.

“you want to be disobedient? i’ll have to show you the consequences of that, gatita. es lo que mereces” he said as he positioned himself behind you, lazily pumping his still hard cock

“what’s your color, princesa?”

“green.. so so green” you were anxious for more of him

“my whore is so needy,” he laughed, teasingly sliding his tip over your hole “me tienes empapado en tus jugos, zorrita”

he slapped his cock on your clit, making you jump and cry out. you had tears running down your face. you felt so good

“te voy a llenar, princesa, te quiero llenar tan lentamente” his cock slowly entered you and you were struggling to stay quiet underneath him

your back was still arched for him as he grabbed both your arms and held them together behind your back

“es tu lesión.. tu castigo por ser desobediente” he purred as he pushed into you and you were so full and yet you still needed more

“mi zorra linda, mi putita.. fuck yourself on my cock” he whispered and you felt him so deep inside of you

his speed increased with every deep thrust. you moved your ass back, meeting his thrusts. his high pitched whimpers and moans were music to your ears

“puta madre, no sabes cuanto te necesitaba… tu cuerpo, tu alma.. todo es mio, zorrita” he continued to fuck into you, letting out small groans at every thrust

“te encanta cuando te cojo así? con tu culo al cielo y tu cara enterrada en el colchón? te ves maravillosa, gatita. mi zorra, te voy a usar hasta que aprendas que no me vuelves a desobedecer” he promised, now slowing his pace and holding your hips from behind, letting your arms free but you still kept them behind you

“estas tan apretada” he whimpers, out of breath now

“a-alex.. im close.. please?” you pleaded for release

“ruégame, zorra” he let out a breathy laugh

“por favor… i promise i won’t ever disobey you again, please! alexis, cojeme mas duro”

“por supuesto, zorrita” and he did, he fucked you faster and harder. he rolled his hips at a heavenly angle, making you cry out some more

“joder, estoy cerco, viene conmigo zorrita” he begged

he chased your highs until you both came together. he slowed his pace to a stop and pulled out of you, leaving you with an unbearable feeling of emptiness.

the two of you laid together and came down from your highs. alex grabbed the novel that started this all and he smiled,

“y/n? why is the main character’s name alexis??”

you quickly snatched the book from his hands and hid it behind you

“stop being mean!” you said, covering your face in embarrassment

“aw baby, you’re so naughty.. so filthy” he teased

“so what?! it’s literally the same as watching porn” you argued

“is this when i accuse you of cheating on me with the book alexis?” he smirked

“well… he does have long luscious hair and a bangin tan body…” you sighed dreamily

“hey! it’s not my fault i don’t tan! you know my skin just gets all red and sunburnt” he pouted

you couldn’t stop the smile that formed on your face, kissing him lovingly

“i actually am sorry for getting you sent home from work, but it’s not my fault i’m that sexy that some pics turned you on that much”

“says the one who gets horny off some words on paper” he teased back

“touché..”

“yeah, touché” alex smiled

[bekkachaos]

Buddie + 16. laughing while kissing 💜💜

They sat squeezed up on one side of Eddie's couch, Buck's back wedged in against the back and armrest as Eddie leant across over his chest and kissed him slowly with his fingers beneath his chin.

Buck's lips grew tight beneath his and Eddie pulled back to raise his brow at him.

"I'm sorry, is this funny?" he asked, and Buck shook his head but he couldn't hide the playful smile.

"Sorry no, it's just... I can't stop thinking about that call," he said, a loud laugh slipping from his lips before he was pursing them tightly to try and hold it in.

"Would you stop?" Eddie narrowed his eyes, leaning in to coax him back into a kiss.

For a moment Buck's lips were compliant, soft, parting sweetly so that Eddie could run his tongue along the underside of his top lip. And then he felt the hum, the bounce of Buck's chest, the exhale of air from his nose in a stifled laugh.

"Buck," he said, relaxing his body and pulling away to lean against the back of the couch.

"Sorry! Sorry," Buck said, grinning. "I'll stop."

It was his turn to lean in, reaching down to lift one of Eddie's legs over his knee, quickly manoeuvring them so that Eddie was laid down on the cushions and he was kneeling above him. He brushed his fingers through Eddie's hair as he looked down at him.

"Better?" he asked, and Eddie nodded, his hand sliding up to Buck's waist to pull him closer.

Buck's mouth was on his again, kissing deep into his mouth and letting Eddie pull him down until their hips were flush. And then Buck's lips were trailing down his chin and jaw, and Eddie's eyes were closed as he let his head drop back so that Buck could -

Laugh into his collarbone and press his heaving frame down into him.

"Alright, that's it," Eddie said, trying to shuffle out from under him and giving him a light slap on the ribs.

"No, no, no-" Buck protested, placing heavy exaggerated kisses on Eddie's neck. "I'm sor..."

He couldn't even finish saying it, he was now in a deep fit of laughter and Eddie found he was somewhat annoyed about it. they get their first Christopher-free night in so long to just be open and kiss on the couch without eyerolls and chants of 'don't you have a room?', and Buck couldn't stop laughing about the harness mishap.

"Okay you can get off," Eddie said, shoving him harder, but Buck just wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him close as Eddie forced him to kneel.

"You were just hanging there," he said, chest vibrating against Eddie's as he squirmed.

"You were supposed to have me secured," he said.

"I did, you're not supposed to let go of the rope," Buck grinned. "Come on, if it was me, you'd be laughing too."

"No," Eddie shook his head, leaning in until his lips were against the corner of Buck's. "I would be doing this."

Buck was kissing him back, but his lips were so tight from his beaming smile that his teeth grazed Eddie's lip, and Eddie was shaking his head, but couldn't help but smile. His boyfriend was an idiot, but a damn charming one.

"Get it out of your system then," he said, kissing his chin and jaw and cheek. "Go on."

"I'm focussed, I'm focussed," Buck said, which was an obvious lie.

"I can feel you laughing."

"It's stopping, I promise."

"Why are you thinking about this now?"

Eddie let himself relax and lay back, Buck following with a kiss to his bottom lip and the sound of a shaking breath slipping out through his nose. This time he couldn't help the way it made his own smile creep across his lips, and he let out a loud groan and his own laugh.

"Remind me why I love you? Please?" he said, when who was he kidding, this was why.

Send me a ship and a number and I'll write a soft ficlet 💕

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 30

chapter 49:

1. jegulus jumpscare (it’s a dream i wasn’t expecting)

2. shit. the dream is about their wedding plans. i- i can’t do this shit while reg is in the arena

3. shit it’s raining and i know reg can’t handle it because of the last crimson river/arena

4. god, sirius wakes up to the rain and his first thought it to go save regulus

5. “"Lily, have you been using sex for favors?"

"No." Lily pauses, then snorts. "Well, alright, so this is how it works, yeah? I'm already having sex, and then I'm like, say, look at you all laid out and desperate to give me what I want; don't you want to do this very small, very simple thing for me? And then they mostly always say yes, and they get what they want, all while I'm having a grand time and also getting what I want. See? Win-win.””

😭😭😭 i love her your honor

6. “”I cannot believe that this revolution is partially running on your competency in sex."

"Oh, if only it could fully run on that. Everything would go so smoothly. Shit, we'd win the war in, like, a week.""

😭😭😭💍♥️ marry me please

7. “”I keep telling [Effie] I know exactly how to make her feel better, but she insists she's a married woman, and also far too old for me. Disappointing, really.”” 😭😭😭

8. james confronting lucius has me scared for remus. like, i know they can’t trace it back to remus, but i’m so scared

9. james is pissed at the world and it’s honestly scary

10. i know james is trying to use donations, but i’m also aware that riddle wants to make sure no donations make it to reg, sirius, or marlene

11. “"Aw, your boyfriend sent you a present," Rabastan teases, his tone lighthearted and good-natured.

"Fiancé," Regulus corrects sharply”

GAGGED. he took james’ words and fucking ran with it like nobody’s business

12. not narcissa welcoming james to the family 😭😭😭😭

13. james sent him a bagel and all the death eaters are making fun of him for being gay over it 😭😭

14. all james sent on the card was “???” 😭😭 pls that’s so funny

15. poor eli

16. the sad bonding over marlene and sirius having recovered from drinking problems

17. don’t tell me that the fucking crimson river hands are coming out the hedges. i- god i hope reg gets to personally witness riddle’s downfall

18. AND THE FUCKING GREEN MIST??? FUCK THIS

19. “You never truly do feel as alive as when death is breathing down your neck.”

oh he’s insane as hell. a black for sure

20. shit. sirius’ mind just went blank in the maze

21. the hallow is cruel beyond belief for this

22. “He has had dreams of Regulus, ah, using his dagger during…intimate moments, but is that something he'd actually do? Well… Okay, bad example.” 😭😭😭😭

23. james was so close to an epiphany about mcgonnagal making everyone hate the games. he was so close

24. “Thorfinn said he'd have to be killed to be stopped from going after Sirius, even though Regulus explicitly told him what he'd do about that, and so Regulus killed him. Newton's third law: for every action in nature there is an equal and opposite reaction.”

bitch do not pull physics into this 😭😭

also that means that sir isaac newton existed in this universe, which if we see this as a future for our universe, it means that homophobia was prevalent at one point and the world straight up just eradicated it. 🤷🏽‍♀️ pro for this universe ig

25. “When he lifts his head, the first thing Regulus sees is his brother.

The second thing he sees is Sirius' fist, just the flash of it, just seconds before it collides with the side of his face.”

he had it coming fr

[bluerthanvelvet444]

.・˚*✧.𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

(Jimmy Darling x fem!reader)

tags: enemies to lovers plot, smut!

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, brief mentions of death, slamming against the wall (?), fingering, oral (m!receaving).

summary: Two freaks who despise each other end up...well...finding out that the other wasn't so bad.

character count: 12k.

this was a request by @brightanshiny!<3

full fic under the cut ↓

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You walked steadily, the only sound you could perceive was the grass being crushed by your low heel pumps. The birds’ faint chirp rang in your ears, accompanied by your anxious breathing. You were walking in the dark both because your sunnies made everything cloudy and because you had no idea where your destination was.

“Where you goin’, beautiful?” was what all drivers asked while slowing their cars as they saw an objectively young woman alone in the middle of a desert land. They also all drove off after hearing your response. Why would such an adorable creature be led in a freakshow?

If only they knew. You kept wandering around, your hands clutching tightly to the handle of your bag, and your heart clinging onto the hope. And then, you felt like your prayers had been listened to once a car stopped and actually offered you a ride. You had nothing to lose, especially because they said they were going to the freakshow too. You hopped in the backseat of their car, adjusting your glasses in the awkward silence.

“So uhm…what brings you to the freakshow?” You cleared your throat after asking.

The couple chuckled and turned to you. Only then you realized that the woman had three breasts, and the man had, well…one heck of a bicep. A toothy smile made its way on your face, you had already made some friends.

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Time passed while your eyes scanned the view from the window, and before you knew it, you had arrived. You were greeted by a giant entrance shaped as a wicked…devil? Whatever that thing was, it made you shiver. You wished good luck to the couple as they walked towards Elsa’s tent, you decided to prepare yourself before ‘auditioning’. You settled your bag onto the grass, and began searching for your cards, when suddenly a misshapen geek ran towards you with…a little flower?

“Flower!” She babbled with a crooked grin.

You, who had fallen onto the ground after that thing scared the hell out of you, quickly got up taking a few steps back.

“Pepper, c’mere.” A young man walked towards who you assumed was pepper.

He had brown locks falling onto his face, deep brown eyes gazing at you and your figure, and a boyish smile plastered on his face. He was wearing a simple white tank, and as your gaze traveled down, you noticed that his hands were…deformed.

“Excuse her, she’s just got a lil’ excited. S’not everyday a beautiful lady like ya comes around.” He winked.

“Oh…that’s okay. Thank you for the flower.” You smiled at Pepper, who got all giddy as you took her flower.

“A ride on the carousel’s one nickel, doll. Want me to show ya the way?” He kept checking you out.

“Oh uh…I’m not here for that.” You chuckled apologetically.

“Oh. Looking for another typa ride?” He flexed his arms and hands.

“What? N-no.” You felt the heat rising to your cheeks.

“I’m here to…join.” You added, almost bashfully.

“Join what? The carnival?” He raised an eyebrow as he peeked at your bag.

You nodded, which earned a scoff from him.

“Ya know ya actually have to be a freak to join? Or ya got a surprise under yer dress?” He chuckled.

“Uh no…I am a freak too, though.” You slid your sunglasses over your head, revealing your heterochromia. One of your eyes was light, the other was dark. His eyes widened a little at the sight, then he burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” You frowned, a wave of insecurity washing over you.

“Ya think yer a freak jus’ because ya got different colored eyes? That’s an insult to us, real freaks.” He spat.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.” You narrowed your eyes as your annoyance grew.

“I don’t think ya got the right to call yerself a freak. Look at me, look at my hands, I could never be considered normal with these. But you? Ya could be a heck of a model. Yer quirk doesn’t make ya disgusting to look at. So you better leave, little girl, before you actually see what the real freaks are like.” He replied bitterly.

Suddenly you were a kid again, all the other normal children playing around you while you were sitting in the corner of the class eating your jam sandwich.

“My mom said she came from the devil’s womb…” Little Kimberly whispered.

“Really? My dad says she’s a witch…” Young Sebastian muttered.

And now, this lobster boy came up to you to tell you that you didn’t suffer enough to consider yourself an actual freak? How rude.

“You don’t know a single thing about me, I’ve been an outcast my whole life, I know for sure what I can call myself and I know even better that I belong here. I thought I wouldn’t get judged if I was among people like me. But apparently, I was wrong.” You raised your voice.

“You’ll never be like us. And what can ya even do? Sing? Dance?” He chuckled, smirking.

“I read tarots.” You crossed your arms.

“Oh well, good luck with that. Elsa doesn’t believe in that crap.” He spoke harshly before walking away.

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You ended up joining the circus. Something that you said brought up memories in Elsa's mind, convincing her. You even had your own little stand where sometimes people would stop by. Some were suspicious, some were faithful. In the end, they all left your stand with a new set of hopes. The other freaks weren’t so bad, in fact, they welcomed you with open arms. Ethel, the bearded woman, was one of your favorites. She was always sweet with you, and you felt so…safe with her. You couldn’t quite understand how such a wonderful woman gave birth to such a rude creature. Jimmy, her son, was in fact her complete opposite. Always making fun of your profession, with that stupid grin that he loved to flash, especially to the ladies. This is why at her funeral you were sobbing your eyes out. She was like a mother to you, the accepting one that you never had. And if her weird death managed to hit you that badly, it was even worse for Jimmy. He was really close to his mother, so her death completely destroyed him, making him a drunk mess and an even more annoying bastard.

After the burial, you walked to your stand, organizing it for the next day. You were putting the cards away, when suddenly a voice behind you made you jump.

“Ya got a minute?” Jimmy spoke with a broken voice, leaning against the entrance.

He was soaking wet, so you assumed he stayed next to his mother’s grave in the rain. You had to admit, the sight made your heart ache. He looked so heartbroken, a miserable expression on his face, his deep brown eyes dull, visibly lost.

“O-of course…What do you need?” You frowned as he sat down in front of you, dismissing your help with a wave of his claws. He sniffled, pointing to your cards.

“Do these actually work?” He looked up at you, brows creased.

“Uh…I mean…technically it’s all based on universe belief-” You were interrupted by him.

“Do these fucking work?” He repeated, his voice rough and angry, although you could see a hint of desperation in his eyes. You didn’t know how to answer his question, so you simply nodded, hoping that was what he wanted to hear. You sat down and shuffled the cards.

“Pull three cards.” You spread the cards over the table.

He pulled three, then turned them to face the surface.

DEATH, THE DEVIL, JUDGEMENT.

His gaze hardened and he quickly stood up.

“Are ya messing with me?!” He slammed his claws on the table, some cards falling down.

“What? No! Why would I?” You raised your voice in defense.

“Yer doing this on purpose!” He growled, then turned around and punched the tent out of anger. He buried his face in his hands, and to your surprise, he started crying. You immediately hurried to him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing your thumb in soothing circles.

“I-I swear…it’s all casual…I didn’t mean to-” You spoke, almost ashamed, before being cut off. He grabbed your shoulders, lifting you up and slamming your body against the tend. He held you up like that, his face a few inches away from yours, you could actually feel his breath on his face. He smelled like alcohol.

“Casual, huh? I come up to ya out of pure desperation, hoping that those little fairytales you tell to yer customers will at least distract me, to let there be light…and what do ya fucking show me? Death, judgement and the fucking devil?” He spoke cruelly, his grip on your shoulders tightening.

“Y-you’re drunk, Jimmy…please…” You breathed out, scared of what his next possible move could be.

“Yer so fucking annoying!” He grunted to your face, his gaze severe as it traveled down to your lips, where a sudden change of expression crept on his face. He took a deep breath.

“but so damn addicting...” He muttered under his breath, hurriedly smashing his lips against yours. His kiss was harsh, crude, driven by a primal instinct. You were confused, yes, and you were pretty sure he wasn’t completely lucid. Yet, you leaned into the kiss, your lips moving in sync against his. He hummed as he felt you reciprocate, and roughly grabbed the back of your thighs, pulling them up and sliding between them, so that your legs were wrapped around his torso, and his hips were pressing against yours. You yelped at the sudden change of position, your arms reaching to drape around his neck. Now that you were securely clinging onto him, he grabbed your waist, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck.

“Fucking angel…whatcha do to me…” He mumbled while sliding his lips on your neck, making you shiver. He started kissing and sucking your skin until he left a red mark. You tried to bite back a groan.

“Lemme hear ya…” He sunk his teeth onto the skin of your neck, being careful not to draw blood. That caused an almost instant moan from you and you felt him smile while he trailed kisses down your chest, against the fabric of your dress. He groaned in frustration as the thin fabric represented a barrier between you two that he had to get rid of as soon as possible. He reached to the zipper on your back, brutally pulling it down along with your dress. His eyes traveled on your almost naked figure, causing a subtle blush on your cheeks. He buried his face between your breasts, one of his big hands unclasping your bra and groping your tits. His mouth worked wonders on your nipples, and pretty much all of the skin around. You couldn’t help but groan, especially when his claws made their way on your heat, sliding your panties aside. His fused fingers brushed a few times against your clit before immediately dipping in your slick entrance.

“Ohh…! f-fuck Jimmy…” You moaned, your hands reaching to grip his curls. He grinned and pumped his fingers steadily, increasing progressively the pace. Your moans kept growing louder and louder, as you felt that knot in your tummy tighten.

“Jus’ like that, doll…takin’ it so well…” He murmured in your ears, occasionally biting your earlobe. You felt your back slide against the tent wall, in sync with the rhythm of his fingers.

“S-shit…I’m gonna- ah!- cum…” You whined.

“Let go…let go f’me, sunshine…” He groaned, his tongue sliding down to tease your collarbone. With a few more pumps, you reached the edge, coming on his fingers. Your moans were so loud you were sure that everyone outside heard you.

“There ya go, doll…so good…” He smirked, letting you catch your breath. He looked at his fingers, wet with your release. He brought them to his mouth, sucking your cum off of them. The sight drove you crazy, so in return, you sank to your knees, your hands urgently working on the buttons of his pants. He let out a small gasp of surprise.

“Uh…whatcha doin’, angel?” He breathed out, almost shyly, as you pulled his pants along with his boxers down.

“Returning the favor..” You batted your lashes at him, innocently and naughtily at the same time.

“O-oh…alright…I’m not used to uh…usually girls are all over my fingers, they don’t really pay attention to my-” He cut himself off with a moan, caused by your lips suddenly wrapping around his tip. You were surprised by his size, he was average in length, although he was…girthy. You started sucking gently, slowly and teasingly.

“Ah…like that…” He groaned and tried to fight the urge of grabbing your head and fucking your face. You smiled as you tasted his pre-cum, finally deciding to take more of him in your mouth. Once you adjusted to his bigness, you started bobbing your head up and down.

“Oh! f-fuck…so fucking good…like that…atta girl…” His eyes shut down in pleasure, his mouth opening in an “o” form. He couldn’t resist anymore, he grasped the back of your head and started fucking your face at a faster pace. The impact was harsh, and it caused you to gag a little, your eyes watering.

“Sorry doll…ya jus’...feel so fucking good…” He moaned, bobbing your head up and down even faster, catching his orgasm. He groaned, releasing hot strings of cum in your mouth. He quickly pulled out, helping you up on your feet and watching you swallow with a proud grin. He helped you put on your clothes again, and picked you up like a princess, as if you weighed nothing. He pressed some kisses to the side of your face.

“Yer my light, dollface.” He smiled, all mushy.

“Let’s go get some rest in my caravan…I’ll get ya ice cream later, yea?” He chuckled.

You had never seen him happier.

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a/n: hiiii!!! ughhhh this took sooo long, I'm so full of exams!!! BTW, I tried to write a more interesting plot, bcs I know that Jimmy is very underrated and not many people read fics of him!! poor little lobster boy. Anyways, hope you like it!!❤️❤️

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[dokries]

april shower

pairing: wen junhui x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff

word count: 795

warnings: mentions of food near the end, classic kiss in the rain (gone wrong)

author note: this is another repost haha i find it funny that i never posted it in april actually; the first time was the last day of december, and now it’s may already! lots of love <3

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running ahead of him, you stop under the only street lamp on the street to jun’s apartment that isn’t lit up. as you turn around, your mouth stretches at the edges at the sight of him coming closer and his childlike smile, even as his dark dress shirt—which he had on because you had gone to a fancy restaurant for dinner—was turning a colour similar to how the midnight sky looked in winter thanks to the rain shower that had started as soon as you left the restaurant.

it was april, and the two of you should’ve expected it to rain, but the forecast earlier had said there was a low chance, so you decided to not take an umbrella (oh, how you were regretting your decision now).

“are you cold? i know i gave you my blazer but…” jun’s voice shakes you from your thoughts, hesitation clear in his tone.

with the mentioned fleece-lined garment perched on your shoulders, you shake your head. “i’m fine moonjun! your blazer is very warm.”

“this night feels so…magical, doesn’t it, moon pie?” you ask, moving closer to him. at that moment, to jun, your eyes look even brighter than the night view of the city he saw every night from on the 7th floor (which is saying a lot, considering the light pollution in his area).

“every day is magical with you,” he responds, winking jokingly, though you know he means his words.

sticking your tongue out, you venture out closer to the middle of the road, disregarding all the warnings you had been told by your parents when you were younger. “you know how in most of the movies we watched last week, there was a scene where they kissed in the rain?” you mention offhandedly, reminiscing on the rom-com marathon you had with jun on the comfy loveseat in his living room.

“yes, my love?” jun says, walking fast to catch up with you before you go too far; though there were no cars to be seen this late, he still didn’t want to risk you getting hurt.

turning back to look at him, you snake your arms around his neck, jun’s arms automatically finding their way in a comfortable position around your waist. you give him a lopsided smile before speaking lowly, “we should have our own rom-com moment, shouldn’t we?”

seeing the confused look on your boyfriend’s face, you giggle. “close your eyes, jun!”

once he follows your instructions—not without grumbling about how you never tell him what you’re going to do under his breath, eliciting an eye roll from you—you make sure his eyes are completely closed, and he’s not pulling some sneaky trick on you. once you’re satisfied, you cup his face with your hands, tracing over the small moles all over his face, before placing a prompt peck on his left cheek and taking a step away from his warm arms.

his eyes remain closed for a few seconds, a crease in between his eyebrows forming as time passes before he opens them to see you facing him with a wide, mischievous grin. he lets out a huff of disappointment before rolling his eyes. “come on, that’s not what you’re supposed to do after all that hype!” he whines, grabbing your arm and clinging to your side.

you stare down at him—he’s made himself look smaller so you pity him more, and it works. he looks like a poor stray cat, and the fact that his hair is wet and sticking together strengthens that image in your head.

“aw…my poor meow meow, do you want another kissy kissy?” you tease, faking a pout before giggling at jun’s deadpan expression as he pulls himself away from you.

“…okay, fine.” he starts, looking away from you with a pout. “be that way, and you’re the one who’s gonna have to make hot chocolate once we get to my apartment!” he finishes with a huff—missing the way your eyes turn into hearts at his cuteness.

“well…if you say so. race you home, junnie!” you yell at him before running off, sending your flabbergasted cat-like boyfriend a teasing look: your tongue out and one eye closed, like the emoji he uses ironically all the time. turning back to the goal of the apartment building, you swear you can hear the sound of him running after you—or maybe that’s just the result of the rain picking back up again, dousing both you and jun in water as you run.

sure, you’ll both be shivering once you get to the elevator and grin at each other when you realize you’re dripping water onto the green carpet of the entrance, but when else would you get to enjoy an april shower with the love of your life?

[lailawinchesterr]

Silence in the city

summary: you’re going through a rough patch with your boyfriend Sam, and Dean is there to help you. Can you forgive Sam? Does your relationship with Dean evolve?

guys first time writing anything remotely sexual please don’t make me kms tysm! tw: not that explicit but kinda + rape but not described at all (by soulless Sam)

We’re on the couch with one of Dean’s ‘underrated’ movies playing. He already left with a quiet ‘goodnight’ a few minutes ago so when I look over at Sam to see him already watching me, I’m not surprised. And then I lean in, claiming his lips on mine and he doesn’t seem to mind so I do it harder, pulling him closer, and he leans down a little more so he doesn’t strain his neck then he pulls away and I whine at the loss of contact.

“You sure?” Sam asks and I smile at him, nodding. He’s sweet like that. We’ve waited at least two years but he still doesn’t mind waiting more. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, we don’t have to rush.”

“Maybe we don’t have to go all the way today, just a little. Just… kiss me, Sam.” He does and I reciprocate desperately. We didn’t talk much about safe words but before he lost his soul our main ones were ‘red’ and ‘green’, so we both assume it’s the same ones now. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans when I flip us over so I’m on his lap now. I move against him, pushing our bodies closer (if that’s possible), but still through our clothes. I don’t know how much I want to let Sam see today but I don’t reckon it’s a lot, so this will have to do.

His hands instinctively find my hips but I quickly push them off, holding them down onto the couch and moving a little faster, rougher, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. “Sammy…”

“Baby, can I kiss you?” I take a second to process his words before quickly picking my head up and leaning in, he connects our lips and his tongue slides over my bottom one, licking and waiting for an invitation. I grant it to him, removing my hands from their grip on his wrists so I can ground myself on his shoulders. 

Fuck. We haven’t even touched each other in so long it’s embarrassing how fast I’m going to come. Sam pulls away for a second to speak, “Hey, fuck, you need to slow down, sweetheart, won’t last like this.”

“Glad I’m not the only one.” I let out a laugh but I don’t think he finds it as funny because his hands try to find my hips again but I quickly hold them in place on my thigh. “Okay, yeah.” I slow down my rhythm to basically nothing but we’re both still breathing heavily and into the other’s neck. 

“What’s wrong?” Sam asks out of nowhere and I frown, still grinding on him softly, still panting, still out of breath and shaking and wet, “Talk to me.”

“What— shit— what do you mean?”

“Your hands. Are you scared? Sweetheart, Stop for a second.” I want to stop to listen to this riveting conversation about how much of a coward I am but I couldn’t even if he begged me to because I am just so so so close.

“Hey!” His hands fly to my waist and I freeze immediately, slapping both hands away with much more force this time.

“Stop it, Sam! Don’t touch my waist again, please.” My voice is all but inviting for any type of negotiation and he doesn’t looks like he wants to anyways, putting both of them up in defeat but staring right into my eyes

“What’s wrong? Why?”

“‘Cause…” I say as if that’s all the reason in the world and try to get off of him but he quickly shakes his head, evidently struggling to keep his hands to himself. I stay planted on his half-hard on.

“Can you just… can you not run away from this? Can we talk about it instead of forcing it?” 

“No, I don’t want to.” And I do get off of him this time, leaning back into the couch. Now I’m wet and angry. Great, that’s just awesome.

“If you spent half as much time talking to me as you do avoiding it—”

“Yeah, well, you weren’t the one who was raped by your own fucking boyfriend so I hardly see how you’re an expert on the matter.” I can already feel the shocked expression and disappointment and hurt coming from him so I don’t bother looking, instead I stand up and walk to my room.

While walking back to my room I stopped by the kitchen to get some pills for the headache I know I’m going to get later and maybe some sleeping pills too. 

Then I see Dean. Dean Winchester who we all thought was dead asleep in his bed was actually eating cherry pie in the kitchen a few feet from me and Sam’s fucking and fighting.

“Dean? What’re you doing up?”

“I didn’t go to sleep. Y’all just looked like you wanted to be alone so I bailed.” I nod and walk over to the fridge. I’m not certain about what I’m looking for but I’ll know it when I find it. “By the way,” I hear from behind me, barely, and i just hum in acknowledgment as I scour and— yes! Cereal! I take the milk out and go to the cupboards for the cereal. 

Dean clears his throat, his mouth no longer full, “By the way, if you ever wanna talk, you know I’m here for you, right?”

I, honest to God, can’t think of one time in my entire life where Dean has said that to me and I’ve known the man for the better part of a decade. 

“Sure…” My words aren’t sure but I hope he doesn’t pick up on that because I don’t mean to offend him, we just haven’t always been friends. 

The first time I met Sam and Dean was on a hunt and neither of them trusted or liked me for the entirety of it. The fifth hunt we accidentally met on was when they finally let their guard down (to some extent) to see I was just an average hunter like they are. Though I hold nothing to the infamous Winchesters.

Even then, Dean was never my best friend. We never even spoke alone, mostly just when Sam was around. And even when I got with Sam a couple of months later, Dean had his doubts (which he made crystal clear) and kept a wall up ever so slightly. Only when I was ten months into dating Sam did Dean strike conversations when we were alone. We went on some hunts together without my boyfriend and we even texted sometimes. I think that was the biggest step to take with grandpa because man, does he hate to text.

There’s an exasperated breath then, “I’m serious.”

“Okay.” I nod once and assemble my bowl of lucky charms. Dean is a sweetheart, honestly, and attractive as hell, sure, but he’s also emotionally unavailable and extremely traumatized. Both of those qualities are ones I already handle with his brother, I don’t need a second Winchester to do take care of.

“I just mean that if you ever want to tell me anything about how you and Sam are doing—” Ah, there it is. The blatant need to protect Sam from everyone and everything. Not limited to those who love him, of course, because who could really ever love Sam more than his older brother?

“Sam’s fine, Dean.” 

“I don’t mean just him. What about you? Are you fine?”

“Yes— why are you doing this? Why are you asking about me?”

When I look up from the counter Dean’s no longer eating, just staring at me, as if willing me to make eye contact. “‘Cause, you’re family, you know that, right?” 

Family? Since when am I family? The most ‘family’ I’ve been to him is due to the fact that Sam fucks me occasionally and that I sleep in one of the many bedrooms in this shit hole. “Okay… thanks.”

“Fuck,” He rubs a hand over his mouth then gets up, walking over to me. He’s much closer now that I anticipated and I’m hardly doing anything to cover my hardened nipples or my too-low sweatpants that clearly show off my belly button piercing and white underwear straps.

“I can’t have you doubting that. I know I ain’t the best at this whole thing but you’ve always been family, ever since you helped with Cas—” that’s the second hunt we went on, “and then Charlie—” third hunt, “then you got with Sam and maybe I haven’t showed it but we do care about you. I care about you. I don’t just wanna know if Sammy’s okay, wanna know if you are too.”

I take a deep breath that maybe almost chokes me, “Yeah,” I don’t wanna cry in front of Dean. He’d just make fun of me, but I have so much to cry about it and I don’t know if I can hold it. “Yeah, Dean, I know.” Please God, don’t let my voice break. “I’m good, I’m okay. Thanks. I’m going— yeah, my room. I’m— okay, yeah, g’night.” 

And I’ve never run out of a room so fast.

gonna post a part two later, not sure where I’m going with it though but this idea just popped into my head cause I love those two codependent freaks sm.

[straykidsholicleigh]

☆*:..... LEIGH'S MOOTS !!!!

@yessa-vie - my wife 💕

i have to put this bitch first- ur the literal first person i started talking to on tumblr, no cap- words can't describe how grateful and happy i am to have u in my life like honestly. you've helped me with my depression, anxiety and suicidal thoughts and brought me back up whenever i felt down, thank u sm 😭 sometimes i feel horrible bcs im bad at comforting people and i feel like whenever u want to vent, im not really helping but i promise to try better 🩷

also ur writing? like bitch ur writing? THAT HYUNJIN FIC 🫦🤌 like babes just throw me ur talent im begging u, i said it once, ill say it again; i am on my knees for ur writing 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ like whenever u release smth i get so excited idk- keep rocking yessa baby, ilyyy smmmm my unnie <33 💜

@double-knxtt - my sister 💕

life ain't complete without ya- like honestly, i kinda find the way we met sorta funny bcs i embarrassed myself on the first msg- 💀 it's been literally 5 months since we've known each other wtf... if u need someone to talk to, pls, im always here and even though im not good at comforting ill try my best, okay? you've helped me with a lot of stuff and ik we've had a few fights but i just wanna thank u for being there for me and helping me out of my dark places. your my best friend and my sister 🩵

ur writing- girl, im begging u, DON'T STOP WRITING THAT ONE MINHO DRABBLE- girl, how tf u so good at writing? if u don't throw me ur talent like yessa, im finding u and suffocating u 😃🔪 (jk, unless-) ily sm ok? always remember that my precious unnie~~ 💞💞<3

@kaiyaba - my other wife idk- 💕

still can't get over the fact that we became friends through murder- im gonna start calling u my canadian bestie bcs... you know... we're both canadians? okay soo... UR MY PRECIOUS POOKIE ILY ILY SMM- sorry, had to get that off my chest- ur loaded with hyunjin pics, do not stop sending me them I'm begging- also those cards? hello? lmao they're funny af and yeah they did make me feel better lmao 😂 also, ty sm for being there for me when sam broke up with me, that was a horrible time but ty sm~ 💕 im always here if u wanna vent ok?

also honestly fuck ur ex, he can die idc- 💀 also I'd like more hyunjin pics when u awake, I'll be waiting 🤲 also, just so you know, u kinda slow at typing (cmon, did u seriously think i wasn't going to roast u atleast once?) ignore that last one- ily sm keep going, my racoon 💕💕

@thatonedemigodfromseoul - my daughter 💕

OMG U CUTIE PATOOTIE, ANYTHING U DO IS CUTE 😍 u can just breath and ur cute... u baby material, infant 🫵 also, still not over the fact we literally met THROUGH MURDER 👁👄👁🤌🤌 *deep breath* ahem.. ik life is hard and people are bitchy sometimes but i just wanna let you know that you're got it. ur a human too and sometimes things get hard but we have to do everything to survive right? whenever it gets hard, im always here for u if u wanna vent ok? ily my little infant 🩷

UR WRITING?????? UR FLUFF??? BITCH THROW ME UR TALENT I SUCK AT FLUFF, I'LL JUST STEAL YOURS, IDC ILL ROB IT ONE WAY OR ANOTHER- (that was so aggressive i promise im stable-) ... i still want ut writing bcs wtf?? for a ** year old, ur so good? huh? ilyy 🩵🩷🩵

@fauna-flora11 - my bestie 💕

omg my pakistan baby 😍 bestie, ik we don't talk much but i want u to know ily and ur doing great ok? ur doing amazing, im so proud of what u did yesterday, today, tomorrow and so on ur so cuteeee!! ily my bestie pls drink lots of water and take care of urself ok? and don't worry about my leg and lip, it'll get better eventually 😅 again, if u ever wanna vent, im here ok? ilyy smm <333

i've never really read your writing but im encouraging you to write bcs your good at it! ill be waiting for that skz fic or whatever u have stirring up in that pot of urs lmao.. ily sm flora, keep doing whatever ur doing and keeping smiling 💕💕💕💕💕💕

@silverstarburst - my sister 💕

hi my unnie! ik we don't talk much, but ty for taking up for me whenever those anons throw hate at me, ur really amazing and sassy like that lmao- ik ur always there for me whenever im sad and whenever i get hate so hopefully i can do the same for u, so whenever ur sad or need to vent, just msg me. it may take me time but i will respond and help u ok? ily unnie, ur amazing <33💕💕💕

also, if u want a Chinese or Spanish name just ask me lmao- ik it sounds weird but i can give u one~ should I call u ash or wonhu? 👀👀 ily my pookie ~~ stay hydrated and get lots of sleep and eat well mkay? ilyy <333

..... more will come (hopefully) 💕

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Ruined [a Jay x Frankie fic]

Read on Ao3

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, fighting, fellatio, ruined orgasm, implied more sex. Typical Jay and Frankie banter.

Words: 1,574

Summary: Jay's leg is injured, and she's struggling to orgasm. Frankie tries to help her but ends up with the short end of the stick. Or does he?

”That’s it, that’s the spot...!”

Jay is writhing under Frankie’s tongue, uninjured leg struggling against the sheets, the other with the bandage around the thigh resting over Frankie’s shoulder. He’s working her clit with broad strokes of his tongue, two fingers knuckle deep inside her pussy, massaging that spongy spot that’s making her good leg twitch.

”Oh God...”

He loves that he can conjure these sounds out of her, loves how her body reacts. Loves her, how turned on she is, how wet her pussy is, how good she smells. The way she tenses up just before her climax, her head thrown back, hands fisting into his hair when she wails, pussy squeezing his fingers, thigh muscles twitching. It’s glorious every time. It never gets old.

Tonight, however, that high doesn’t come. Jay keeps teetering on the edge, moaning and moving against Frankie’s mouth, but even when he sucks her clit in between his lips, and pushes his fingers against her spot, nothing happens.

”Almost,” she keens, but she doesn’t get there. After a couple more climbs that result in nothing, he senses a change in her. He glances up, seeking eye contact, but her eyes are pressed shut, and there’s an annoyed line between her brows. He doubles his efforts, nearly spraining his tongue in the process, but it doesn’t help: Jay has stopped moaning, and is just breathing heavily. Her pussy tightens, and she hisses.

”Fuck, Frankie, stop.”

He stops immediately, pulling out his drenched fingers and placing his hand gently on her good thigh.

”Jay?”

A frustrated sigh. ”I’m good, I mean, it’s my leg.”

”We can try another position,” he suggests softly, but Jay shakes her head.

”It’s not going to help. My fucking clit is going to fall off.”

”Painkillers? A break?”

”Fuck!” She sits up quickly, grimacing at the strain in her injured leg.

”Careful,” Frankie asks, but Jay’s already moving towards the edge of the bed.

”I’m so fucking tired of this!”

”Where are you going?”

She doesn’t answer, but starts half limping, half hopping on one leg out of the bedroom, stark naked. If it wasn’t going to cost him his balls, Frankie would’ve laughed, because it looked quite funny. But he doesn’t laugh, only gets up, adjusts his hard cock in his underwear with a scowl, and follows her.

Jay’s reached the bathroom, and is splashing water in her face. Wearing a sympathetic face, Frankie leans against the doorframe and waits for her to say something. She wipes her face dry, throws the towel to the side, and then meets his gaze. He sees the frustration in her, knows her well enough to recognize her temper immediately, but he remains unphazed.

”What?” she barks.

”You okay?”

”No, I’m fucking not okay.”

”How can I help?”

”Stop being so fucking helpful all the time, because you can’t help with this!”

Frankie rolls his eyes. ”Yeah, sure, I’ll just leave you here, naked and in pain, and let you figure it out on your own.”

That shut her up. She wasn’t expecting that. Frankie steps into the bathroom.

”We’re a team,” he reminds her practically. ”Whatever difficulties one of us has, we face them together. Okay?”

She’s glaring at him in a way that she only does when she knows that he’s right. He can’t keep from smiling.

”Don’t tease me,” she warns him, but lets him lean in for a light kiss.

”I wouldn’t dare, baby.”

He lets her taste herself, her rich salty-earthy flavor that he loves so much, and her hands come to his chest, fingers digging into the flesh slightly.

”Frankie,” she murmurs against his lips, ”it’s just so hard for me to cum.”

”I know, baby,” he soothes her, passing his hand over her short-cropped hair. ”It’s okay, baby. We don’t need to do that.”

”But I fucking want to do that!” she exclaims, taking a step back. Forgetting she only has one good leg, she wobbles, and has to grab Frankie’s arms to stay upright.

”Fuck,” she spits. ”See? Fucking useless piece of shit leg.”

”Cursing at it won’t make it better,” Frankie sighs.

”Yeah? Will it make it worse?” Jay’s stare is challenging him to contradict her. He shakes his head, sighs, and then lifts her up.

”Hey!”

”Calm the fuck down,” he tells her as he marches her back to the bedroom. He feels like throwing her onto the bed, but lays her gently on it instead.

”Now,” he tells her sternly, before she can protest, ”you’re going to suck my cock, because at least one of us is cumming tonight.”

She stares at him in shocked silence for a moment before shooting up and drawing a deep breath.

”How fucking dare you? I know your dick is big but how the fuck do you have the balls to say that to me? I am fucking struggling here, and all you’re thinking about is getting off? Fuck you!”

”You’ve said it yourself many times: you don’t always need to cum when we have sex,” he tells her smugly.

”And you’re quoting me back at me when I’m mad at you?” Jay raises her voice. ”What a fucking convenient thing to say!”

”You’re mad at me?”

”Can’t you fucking tell? Fuck yeah I’m mad at you!”

”Good,” Frankie states. ”It’s better you’re mad at me than at yourself.” He sits down next to her. ”I can take it. But you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself because of what happened to you, baby.”

She stares at him, dumbfounded for once, before a chagrined smile spreads on her face.

”You asshole.”

”I know. Sorry.” He has the decency to look ashamed, but only for a moment. Instead, he takes Jay’s hand and raises it up to his lips for a kiss.

”Talk to me, baby.”

She sighs deeply. Now that the immediate anger is out of her system, she can take a moment to choose her words.

”I’m in pain,” she mutters, telling him what he already knows. ”I’m bored, I have too much energy, I’m stressed, and it’s hard for me to orgasm. And I don’t know what to do about any of it.”

”I don’t either,” he admits, ”But I’m sure some of those things will get better with time. You haven’t been home for barely two weeks.”

She scoffs, but he can see that she knows he’s right.

”I know,” she tells him, to his surprise. ”It’s just... hard.”

”I know, baby.”

Jay leans against him, one arm going around his middle. She feels softer now, more relaxed. The line between her brows in gone, and she only looks tired.

”Thank you,” she says quietly. ”I know I’m a bitch to be with right now. I appreciate your patience.”

”It’s not a problem,” he promises her, because it truly is not. ”I love you, Jay. I’ll do anything for you.

”I love you too.”

”Now,” she purrs, nuzzling his neck as her hand slides over his thigh to his crotch. ”About that dick-sucking...?”

”Yeah?” he hums. He had gone mostly flaccid during their talk, but now his cock jumps eagerly against her hand. Jay rubs it gently through the underwear, teeth grazing Frankie’s neck.

”You don’t have to...” he reminds her with a soft groan.

”I want to.”

She makes him lie down and take his underwear off before positioning herself so that she can comfortably suck him off.

”Fuck, baby, you’re so good to me,” he lets her know when she takes his entire length down her throat, before pulling back, spittle hanging from her lips as she gasps for air. She does it again, bobs her head to move her mouth up and down his length, one firm hand around the root, the other fondling his balls.

”God, oh shit, Jay, baby, I’m so close,” he whines when his balls start to tighten, the pull in his groin as tight as a bowstring. ”Fuck, fuck, fuck, ah – ah!”

She reads his signs correctly. The second before the string breaks, she stops, releasing him to cum with no further stimulation, his high broken, his orgasm ruined.

”Fuck,” he gasps, running his hands through his hair in frustration. ”Fuck, Jay, what the fuck?”

”That’s what it feels like?” she shrugs, but she’s smirking like only she can. ”More or less.”

”Vete a la mierda...” He’d laugh at her balls if it wasn’t for how frustrated he feels. ”That could’ve been such a good one.”

”Shit happens.”

He grabs her hand and pulls her down next to him. Her innocent smile isn’t convincing, but she accepts his kiss.

”You’re a terror,” he tells her seriously.

”Just now you told me nothing’s a problem when it comes to me being problematic.”

”Are you quoting me back at me...?”

”I would never, I’m not that petty.”

”Of course.”

They smile at each other, secure in their knowledge of each other.

”Frankie?”

”Jay.”

”Wanna have another go at it?”

He raises a brow to let her know she needs to elaborate.

”Making me cum.”

”You think you can?”

”I don’t know, but I kinda feel I owe you a proper orgasm.”

”Feeling bad now, are we?” he teases her, and Jay slaps his arm playfully.

”I just happen to like being creampied. And since you just came, you’re going to have to work for it.”

His cock twitches at the thought.

”Lie on your side,” he tells her. ”I’ll grab the wand.”

[madamescarlette]

don't you love when you're like, okay now I'm going to leave this sorrow in the old year so I don't turn into a crotchety bitter person over it, and then you walk on feeling all refreshed and bright no longer carrying it on your shoulders, but then the sorrow wanders after you like a child who was lost in the supermarket weeping its eyes out and it says to you where did you GO I was lost! I was lost and I missed you!!! and you can only sigh and take it by its hand and say to it very well. here's your seat. I'm sorry I left you behind, I promise it was with the best of intentions, but I want to do my best by you, so let's sit together and try to figure out what you're saying to me.

[cosmobrain00]

well🙂

[timelord-of-the-moon]

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[appreciatingtokrev]

the thing abt the pain my scoliosis/kyphosis causes me (mostly left side of my ribcage, then left side of my back, then left shoulder, then it slowly starts spreading to the right side + my hip, the more physical anything apart from lying i do the worse it gets) is that it started and worsened so slowly that i just. didn’t realise it. now it’s been a normal part of my life for a few years and. i hardly notice it. i hardly notice that half of my body aches. it’s normal. now that my knees hurt i’m truly aware of it for the first time in months, and— that’s not normal. it shouldn’t be normal that my ribcage & back hurt every day just because i go to school. what the hell. what the fucking hell.

[trijuiceofnature]

This frame absolutely knocks me OUT because it really shows how tall this mf is in his alien form like ???? BROTHER.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “sweet and intimate actions which make me go feral and have me folding like a folding chair” prompts 

Character B carding their fingers through Character A’s hair and playing with the strands.

Character B peeling back the neck of Character A’s turtle neck sweater to trail gentle kisses down their neck. (This!! It is so hot, and it's everything I didn't know I needed until now, and I cannot stop thinking about it wlkfnlkwe)

Character B placing their arm around Character A’s waist while in public, resting their chin on Character A’s shoulder. “Hello,” they say in a teasing tone as Character A tries to grab ahold of their hand to keep it there but fails a few times before successfully doing so. 

Leaning against each other while in public.

Spooning and back hugs.

Character B letting Character A rest their head on their chest; lets them listen to their heart beat. 

Character B whispering sweet nothings into Character A’s ear.

Character B checking in on Character A to make sure they’re comfortable and okay with the way things are going; to make sure they’re not being too much. “You’re not,” Character A would reassure, repositioning themselves to get closer to Character B.

Just cuddles and snuggles in general.

Neck kisses.

Kisses littered all over the face. (!!! It's one thing to read about it and one thing to experience it wlejbfewljn)

Character B tucking Character A’s head under their chin while they’re cuddling.

Character B nuzzling their neck and breathing in Character A’s scent/fragrance, and commenting on how nice they smell.

Character B making sure Character A gets home safe by driving them home.

Character A telling Character B to message them when they get back home safe, and once Character B gets home, they follow through by sending a message to let Character A know they’ve gotten back home safe.

Taking naps together, from day till night, waking up every now and then to get more snuggles in. 

That soft exhalation of adoring laughter leaving Character B’s mouth after kissing Character A (this shit had me folding so fucking hard it’s not even funny. I Am Weak). 

That soft exhalation of laughter once again just because Character B is so content with having Character A in their presence, and Character A just basking in how cute that sound is and how happy it makes them. 

Character B entangling their legs with Character A’s, pressing their bodies flush against each other’s, leaving little to no space between them. (It’s almost like they can’t get enough of Character A.) 

Kissing so many times, to the point where they lose track of how many times they’ve kissed already. 

Holding hands and lacing their fingers together while they’re cuddling.

Comparing hand sizes and giggling about it together.

Character B stroking Character A’s hair while they’re asleep. (Or uh, pretends to be asleep DJSKKSKDSK but it’s so FUCKING CUTE WHEN HE DID THAT IM GONNA SCREAM, me thinking moments like these only happen in Korean dramas or some shit anfkakfksk-)

The sweet little banters in between; Character B being all cheesy and Character A playfully deflecting their comments only for Character B to playfully push back with an “Is something wrong with that?” or “But I’m not lying.”

Falling asleep in each other’s arms, both not wanting to leave the bed for the entire day and wanting to stay comfortably snuggled up against each other instead.

Character B placing their hands on Character A’s shoulders, and Character A, with a grin on their face, gently grabs Character B’s hands and wraps their arms around their neck while leaning back into them. Character B reciprocates by hugging them closer to them.

The soft noises of content Character A makes when they snuggle closer to Character B, or when they want Character B to hold them closer to them, with Character B happily obliging. 

Character B rubbing their cheek against Character A’s.

Character B trying to not wake Character A up because they look so comfortable when sleeping. (His words, not mine.) 

Soft, repeated pecks on the lips, causing Character A to laugh/smile against Character B’s lips.