#YOU CANT JUST THROW ALL OF THIS ON ME AT ONCE AND DIP

[sh4tt3rg1rl]

HEYA THERE XEYA

IT’S ME

1:20 AM ELSIE

…I’m bored have my random thoughts that you can psychoanalyze/theorize about and a day’s worth of busy Elsie thoughts that she couldn)t write down because it rained so hard THE FREAKING OCEAN FLOODED and we were out of power ALL DAY like HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT THAT STORM YET BECAUSE I SURE HAVE I WAS IN IT IT SUCKED.

For the aHiT AU:

Dusk so far is quietly taking the role of The Flower Girl, as far as I know

…Hear me out, after the events of this mess, she goes through a similar character arc, and Dawn takes Moonjumper’s role. Like, it kinda just fits. Cut, doesn’t belong, Sky, etc…YEAH. Might doodle some’a that if I have time!

Oh, look, train station added to the map. Sure hope that’s not VERY IMPORTANT.

And now for a small bit of insight into my characters. Massive TW for everything under the lack of a sun, once again.

“Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.”

Easton: “…I’ve attempted to end my own life at least two times, heh, once on my 16th birthday, once when I was 18…It hurts to think about.”

Northa: “I’m terrified of alcohol. I-if someone’s had even one drink, I feel scared of them. Like they’ll spin out of control and hurt me. It’s a real curse on holidays.”

Dusk: “I’m scared that people will interpret all my affection wrong…I mean, I tell everyone I love them because I do, but…not romantically. I’ve had people ask if I have romantic feelings for Sun, Mix, Sigil…everyone I’m friends with. No??? I’m not even into girls?? I’m already happily dating Jessy?? I just…I just want to tell people I love them! And I feel scared doing so! I feel a bit anxious if I even hug someone that someone else will take it the wrong way…Drives me crazy…”

Alpenglow: “…I still kinda miss the depths. Cuz I felt really, really…loved…and it felt nice to not have to think about…anything. And I’m scared I’m a…a…a monster, I’ve seen the rain when I get sad…”

Fynn: “…I just really hope Miss Alpenglow is okay. She’s my best friend, yunno…the first one I ever had…I train real hard, just like she does, and I really wanna be her friend for….for like a real long time.” He spreads his hands for emphasis.

Ciana: “I’m scared that someone from the surface will…will think there’s something wrong with my husband. That he’s not worthy of…respect, just because he’s deaf and uses an implant. That thing lets him hear good as you or I, yunno…” She puts her hand, palm forward, on her forehead, making a “two” shape with her fingers. This is the sign for “stupid.”

Apollo: “…I just hope I’m good enough for her love, and…well, based on what she tells me, I am, heh…”

The Lord: “…I wanna marry her, but i don’t think I’m worthy…”

The Lady: “I wish to marry him, yet I doubt he would say yes, I mean, I’m…well, me.”

Chip: “…I wish I could express my gratitude to Clara for choosing my name…I mean, that’s a big deal, yunno! It’s my…well, my NAME!”

[REDACTED]: “…I’m not immune to the curse, I just ran from it. I just…agh, my heart is racing again, I can’t deal with all this anxiety!-“

[???]: He cried when asked for an answer, and did not answer further questions, simply sobbing and burying his face in his hands.

[OH BOY]: She laughs. “Relationships. I don’t get it. Friendships, romantic stuff, ALL OF IT. You people are WEAK, and you open yourselves up to be manipulated all the time. I mean, look at me, I hate that stuff, don’t got any friends, can manipulate whoever I want, and guess what? I’m the one sittin’ on the throne! HA!” They laugh once again.

yunno what’d be funny?

since Elsie, being a Cishet autistic who loves writing redeemable villains and cannot play a sport, who’s best at and likes writing redeemable/good cishet autistics that cannot play sports, it’d be a decent challenge for her to write a queer allistic who is utterly irredeemable (but pretends to be one of the “you can fix them” villains to manipulate people) and CAN PLAY A SPORT! WOULDN’T IT BE FUNNY IF I MADE ONE OF THOSE-

So I started reading “Cinder” from the Lunar Chronicles

…holy freaking HECK it’s good my heart cannot take it sidheijdhdiendhd

Yeah that’s it :D

THERE IS SO MUCH STUFF HERE WHY ARE YOU UP AT 1;20 AM ALPEN MISSES THE DEPTHS??? YOU WERE IN A FLOOD NORTHA IS SCARE DOF ALCOHOL EASTON ATTMEPTED AND MOST OF FUCKIGN ALL YOURE C I S H E T ???????

[logansbaby]

guys i need logan so bad, i cant stop thinking about him between my thighs— someone sedate me before i spend all night writing horny thoughts

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logan howlett is a man that loves eating you out. in fact, he craves it. the taste of you, the moans you try to stifle, the feel of your thighs threatening to enclose around his head as he tongue fucks you.

he already goes feral when fucking you, but once he gets that honey-sweet taste of you on his tongue, dancing around on his tastebuds? oh, he’s fucking animalistic.

if he had it his way, he’d be eating you out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner each day. obviously, that’s not possible but he tries his hardest to be between your thighs as much as possible.

each era of logan would be a different type of crazed for you. for example:

❥ early xmen logan getting back from a mission? logan would ignore everyone in his path and beeline to your shared room in the mansion. his nose would twitch at the scent of you. before he barges in, your mutant abilities would have you rushing out of bed (in one of his old t shirts that still smelt like him and white, frilly panties— a sight that always had logan panting) and throwing yourself in his arms. the sheer adoration present in the way you wrap your arms around his neck would have him lifting you up in his strong arms, smashing his lips to yours and cutting off whatever words fell from your pretty mouth. he wouldn’t be able to help it, the scent of you had him going dizzy with want. he’d throw you on the bed and immediately get to work, pressing scorching kisses to your clothed pussy. it wouldn’t be long before he’d had you bare for him, diving in and messily making out with your puffy clit, tongue dipping into the part of you that leaks messily with desire. when you’d wake up the next morning, you’d find your thighs littered with bruises in the shape of his mouth.

❥ old man logan would be needy in random moments. more often than not he’s working odd jobs or sleeping off the excruciating pain that plagues the entirety of him. so, there’s not a lot of time he gets to truly be where he wants to be; between your thighs, calves thrown around his shoulders as he licks at your weeping cunt.

there’s a night he comes into the makeshift home, limping in pain and maroon liquid seeping through his white dress shirt. his handsome face screams tired, but the second you try to comfort him and clean him up, he simply grips your hand and pulls you to the bed. he lays down first, not thinking to tend to his injuries, but instead beckoning you to him with a soft, sensual caress of your name.

when you’d sit beside him, still confused, he’d get frustrated and use all his strength to pull you up and onto his chest.

“wanna eat your pussy, baby” he��d say and oh, how you’d melt at the pure lust in his eyes, the hunger evident in his actions as he tugs you further until your cunt hovers over his mouth, the thin cloth of your underwear the only separation. he’d be too lazy to get them off properly, so he’d just pull the fabric to the side before absolutely ravishing you. his graying beard would sting your thighs deliciously as he licked your center desperately. he’d always say you tasted sweet, like honey mixed with something entirely you that had him crazed. he’d wrap his lips around your throbbing clit and suck, not letting up until you were humping his face with frantic whimpers, your release slicking him up. and since he rarely got to have you like this, he’d want to get a couple more orgasms out of you. he’d keep you on his face and wreck you entirely until you were both exhausted.

❥ 70’s logan would be a little different because instead of having his focus completely on you, he’d be a little selfish. meaning, he’d sit you right on his face but backwards, because not only is he 100% an ass man, he wants you to suck him off whilst he pleasures you. the feel of your pretty, puffy pussy on his mouth would have him hard, throbbing against his thigh and he wouldn’t be able to concentrate fully. so, his solution would be to have you on his mouth, where he’d lap up at your slick pooling on his tongue, while also having your spit-slicked lips wrapped around the entirety of him, gagging as he’d thrust deep into your throat. of course, you wouldn’t complain, you were just as needy for him as he was for you, so it made sense.

❥ lumberjack logan would be the filthiest for sure. being tucked away in your shared cabin, surrounded by the vast forests and mountains, would have him completely driven by lust more often then not. if he was coming home and found you prancing around mindlessly in one of his flannels and nothing else, he’d pick you up effortlessly and place you on the counter, knocking anything off in favor of spreading your thighs and licking fat stripes along your center, and dipping his tongue inside you.

if he was picking you up from your work, he wouldn’t be able to wait until you were home. he’d simply pull off to the side of the road, lead you to the backseat and fuck you senseless with his filthy mouth until you were reduced to a whining, mumbling mess.

and at home? he’d eat you out in every room, on every surface there was just because.

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[ja3yun]

who do you think in enha would love to receive a buodoir album of their girl as a birthday gift?

!warning nsfw (mdni)!

i think jay would love it the most. he always adores to see his girl dress up in pretty clothes and he'd like it even more when they're dressed down. you would do it after he bought you a pretty set of lingerie for your birthday, so now for his you're putting your present to good use. you would have a setting that was clean and elegant, white sheets with a sheer robe to start with, posing in all his favourite positions he liked to fuck you in. you wouldn't go bare naked but elude to it because jay likes that the best, when you tease him just enough to make him want you.

when you give him it on his day once everyone has left the dinner party you arranged for him, you'll leave him alone to flick through it while you put on the lingerie and robe once again, waiting until he flicks the last page before sleeking your way into the bedroom, taking the book from his hands and throwing it to the side.

"how is it? your present?"

his eyes trail up your body lustfully, taking in the beautiful sight before him as his hands grip your hips and force you onto his lap. "i love it, baby. i love it so much. you're fucking sweet to me." your nipples stand at his words and he cant help but latch on, biting them through the lace bra and his tongue swirling gently.

he would roll his eyes as you giggle, his cock throbbing in his pants at the sound. you know he loves you but you will never understand how much he craves you, worships you in every way. he will cherish the book and look at it on days you're away or simply because he loves you so much and he is so happy that you trust him to own something like this.

rest under the cut

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heeseung would adore that you thought of doing the shoot specifically for his birthday. he knows that people do this for their partners but considering you're quite shy, he never imagined you would strip down to nothing. sure, maybe a nightie or something sheer but never fully laid bare. you would sit nervously next to him as he looked at it, judging his expressions as he turned the pages and viewed the one of you arching your back, legs long and hair fanned out, he would shut it over abruptly, making you worry. but that worry soon turns into shock as he grips your shoulders and pushes you down onto the bed

"fuck, baby girl, you have no idea how much i need you right now." he would whisper into your mouth as he kissed you, grinding his hardening cock onto your core, "i want to put you in all of those positions...would you let me?"

he sucks on your neck and bites down, causing your back to arch just like the photo. he's smirking as he marks you up, his hands trailing your sides before dipping into your heat.

"i'm gonna make you cum for each photo in that book."

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jake would come with you, asking you to do it for him. he had a particular lingerie set in mind, the one you wore for your anniversary and he hasn't seen you in it since, so what better way to get it some sunlight? his puppy eyes did wonders for convincing you, not that it took much, you'd do anything for him. jake is the kind of man to worship your body no matter size or shape so you have never felt uncomfortable in your body around him.

however, what he didn't realise is that partners don't get to watch the shoot but are sent away while it happens. he pouts, hoping to help you with poses and angles, he even brought a change of lingerie for you to mix it up a little. you're also sad because its his birthday and you wont be spending the entire day with him like you promised, but it just means you'll work extra hard to produce the best pictures for him.

he'll hug you goodbye, nuzzling his nose into your neck, peppering kisses softly, "thank you for doing this, princess."

nodding, you kiss him gently on the lips, stroking his cheek, "i'll even throw in a few surprises."

and those few surprises are naked shots, tits up with your arms losely drapped over your head, your eyes shut. as soon as he saw that picture, he whisked you back home, tying your arms above your head and telling you to keep still as he eats you out, his tounge lapping you up eagerly, that beautiful nose of his nudging your clit each time he burried his face into you. the photoshoot was everything he asked for but having you wriggling under him is even better.

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for sunghoon, i think he wouldn't want anyone to see your body other than him, female photographer or not. so instead of you going to a studio, he set one up in your bedroom, hired lighting and used his own camera to take the pictures. he left the setting up to you, to add the element of surprise you wanted to gift him for his birthday.

"take the robe off for me, babe, face the wall." he would take his job seriously because you really wanted to do this. he had an air of professionalism about him that was akin to jack drawing rose.

you look so beautiful though, that he cant keep his hands to himself, helping you unclasp your bra, reaching around to squeeze your tits playfully, kissing down your neck as he presses his chest to your back. "how about we take some behind the scenes pictures?" he would whisper seductively.

and who are you to deny him? you lay down on your bed, legs spread as he grabs the camera, snapping a few pictures before slippinging his cock from his trousers, knowing that pictures aren't enough, he needs to fuck you so good that the faces you make are the real shots that make the book. he pounds into you though, forgeting the camera and giving you the attention you deserve, even if it is his birthday.

[bellaxgiornata]

Accidents

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Mom!Reader Word Count: 1.7k [Collection Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: fluff, humor, and Matt getting an unwelcome surprise

Summary: While distracted talking to you, Matt forgets the first rule of diaper changes.

a/n: Yet again another blurb that grew into the length of a one-shot... I also couldn't get the mental image out of my head of this happening to Matt, so here you go! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Leaning forward towards your laptop on the coffee table with your legs curled up on the leather couch, you reread the paragraph you’d just typed. For the past few weeks this was where you’d been stationed at home fielding emails from work when you were supposed to be on maternity leave. 

While you'd been working this afternoon, you’d occasionally paused to glance across the living room, your eyes landing on the bassinet that you’d pulled out from the bedroom earlier. Every few minutes you felt compelled to check and make sure your one month old little boy was still peacefully napping. And every time you did, you longed to be finished with the work you weren't even supposed to be doing–let alone thinking about–so you could get back to just spending time with him. 

Releasing a tired sigh, your attention returned to your laptop. As you worked, you became so absorbed in composing the email to your colleague that you hadn’t heard the apartment door open behind you. Neither had you heard Matt hanging up his cane on the wall hook in the entry hall, or the sound of him slipping out of his dress shoes over the loud click click click of your typing. It wasn’t until you felt hands gently landing on your shoulders that you suddenly jumped a couple of inches on the couch in surprise, your head flying over your shoulder as your heart rate spiked.

Matt leaned over the backrest, a cheeky grin on his lips. “Evening, sweetheart,” he greeted.

“Shit, Matt,” you said, throwing a hand over your heart as his hands released you. “I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“I know,” he replied. “You seemed very deep in concentration.” His brows dipped beneath his dark glasses, his head canting to the side as he paused in thought. “You’re not working again, are you? Because it sort of sounds like you’re working.”

Blowing out an irritated sigh, you nodded. “Try telling my boss that. I swear, every afternoon there’s something she can’t seem to figure out without my help. Though technically what she’s contacting me for isn’t violating any of the terms of my leave, so I can't exactly refuse her.”

Matt’s mouth pulled into a frown as he began to undo the knot of his tie. “Unfortunately,” he muttered. “Though I wish she’d leave you alone. You’re already doing enough as it is.”

“You're not the only one wishing that,” you grumbled.

Turning around and focusing back on your partially written email, you were vaguely aware of Matt making his way around the apartment, slipping out of his suit coat as he walked. But when he paused just in front of the bedroom door, a smile slipping onto his face as his head turned in the direction of the bassinet beside it, your fingers hovered over the keyboard. 

Watching him over the screen of your laptop, a small smile spread onto your own lips. You remembered how he had been so nervous about becoming a father. You remembered all the late nights he'd paced the living room talking a mile a minute, worried about all the what-ifs he feared would happen and how he was afraid of being a disappointment. But even as you’d listened to his nervous chatter, you'd never once doubted him. You’d never questioned the fact that he'd be a great father. 

“Someone’s sleepy,” Matt observed, attention still on the bassinet.

“He’s been out for a couple of hours now,” you told him. “Downed a full bottle of milk and passed right out. Though I give him a couple of minutes before he wakes.” You shook your head, eyes dropping fondly down to your sleeping son. “I swear he’s got a sixth sense or something,” you said. “Because he always knows every single time you come back home.”

“Like father, like son,” Matt joked.

You rolled your eyes as Matt disappeared into the bedroom, sliding his tie out from beneath his collar. Attention returning to your almost finished email, you hoped you could finally write the last paragraph so you could send it and forget about it.

“Hopefully he at least grows a better sense of self-preservation,” you whispered.

Matt chuckled in the bedroom, the sound drawing forth a smile as you continued to work. Though you’d only managed to type a couple of sentences before the sound of soft, irritated cries rose from across the room. Eyes raising from your laptop yet again, you glanced at the bassinet. Sure enough your baby boy was awake.

“I swear, he always knows,” you muttered under your breath. 

Before you could even rise from off the couch, Matt appeared back in the living room. He’d apparently only managed to remove his dress shirt and glasses before he’d been interrupted, leaving him standing there shirtless with the belt buckle on his dress pants undone.

“I’ve got him, sweetheart,” he told you. “Just finish your email. Pretty sure he just needs a diaper change. Nothing I can't handle.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I can get him if you want to finish getting out of your work clothes.”

Matt waved you off as he made his way over to the bassinet. “It’s fine,” he assured you. “Plus, I missed the little guy today.”

Silently you watched Matt, distracted by him bending over the bassinet and scooping your son up into his bare arms. He carried him across the room to the changing table you’d both struggled to set up just before you'd given birth–a comical memory now.

“By the way,” Matt said, gently lowering your son onto the changing table before unsnapping the bottom of his onesie, “Foggy, Marci, and Karen were wondering what time would work best for us to have them stop over this weekend.”

“Oh?” you asked, perking up on the couch. “So they’re finally coming to meet the little guy?”

“Now that things have slowed at the office a little,” Matt said, undoing the dirty diaper on your son as he glanced back over towards you. “Yeah, they were hoping to. Is that alright?”

“More than alright,” you told him. “I could use some company that isn’t a crying baby for once.”

Matt’s eyes narrowed at you. “You have me, don’t you?”

A teasing grin slid onto your face as you fought back a laugh. “I said what I said, Matty.” 

The corners of his mouth curled up into that smartass grin he often had before he hit you with a witty comeback of his own, but before he could retaliate, you saw what Matt failed to notice just a second before he realized what was happening. Eyes going wide, you abruptly pointed at the baby behind him as a stream of fresh piss shot up into the air. It wasn’t until the stream hit Matt square in his bare chest, his mouth dropping open in shock, that he realized his son was peeing on him.

“Not again !” Matt exclaimed, hurriedly focusing back on your son.

Throwing a hand over your mouth to cover your laugh, you rose from the couch and rushed over as Matt fumbled to grab a fresh diaper from beside himself in order to cover your son’s continuing stream. Struggling to fight back your amusement, you couldn’t help but find it funny that this wasn’t even the first time this had happened to him.

“The man without fear indeed,” you said, still choking back your laughter.

“What?” Matt distractedly asked.

“You,” you replied, coming to a stop beside him before lightly pushing him out of the way with your hip. “You're quite fearless to change a baby boy's diaper while repeatedly forgetting to keep him covered so you don't get peed on.”

“Well I was a little distracted,” he grumbled.

You held out a clean baby wipe towards Matt, still biting back the amused smile on your face. Matt accepted the wipe from your hand before beginning to clean off his chest.

“You know,” you began, focusing on finishing the diaper change, “for someone with heightened senses, you’d think out of the pair of us that it would be me who kept accidentally getting peed on. But no. Somehow it's always you.” 

“Hilarious,” Matt deadpanned.

“I think so,” you teased. “But why don't you jump in the shower?” you suggested, picking the baby back up into your arms when you'd finished securing a clean diaper on him. “I'm sure you don't want to smell like pee for the rest of the night.”

Matt stopped wiping at his chest, his hand dropping back to his side as his shoulders slumped. With his attention returning to you, he asked, “You love when this happens, don't you?” 

You shrugged your shoulders, still grinning. “I mean, it's kind of funny how you don't ever seem to learn,” you answered. “Because you’d think after the second or third time you’d remember the dangers of not covering him during a diaper change. Especially after that night last week.”

Matt shook his head, his expression still entirely unamused. “No, not you,” he said. He raised a hand to point a finger at the baby in your arms. “I was asking the little guy.”

Your gaze dropped down to your son before it returned to him. “Matt,” you said, once more struggling to fight down a laugh, “he's barely a month old. He can't even laugh yet. There’s no way he’s doing it for shits and giggles.”

“Uh huh,” he said, turning and making his way towards the bathroom now. “I bet that’s the real reason he always wakes up when I come home.”

Your brows jumped up onto your forehead. “To pee on you?” 

“Yes,” Matt called back over his shoulder, the hint of amusement now in his tone. “Just to pee on me.”

Grinning down at the little boy in your arms, you eyed him curiously. “Is that true?” you cooed at him. “Do you do that on purpose? Did you just wake up to pee on your dad?”

Your son only looked back up at you, his mouth opening wide in a yawn before he slowly closed his eyes again.

“Huh,” you mused, carrying the now sleepy baby back towards the bassinet. “Maybe there’s some merit behind that idea after all.”

[eqnoiaa]

sunscreen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

a/n: this was lowk rusheddd dont pay any mind to the mistakes !!

warnings: slight smut?? sexual depictions, light swearing maybe

"hey jayj, can you rub some sunscreen on my back? i cant reach.." you say whine as you pick up the open sunscreen bottle on the table next to you, the dry pieces falling into the cracks of the dock and into the merky water below.

jj turns to look at you smiling, taking the sticky sunscreen bottle from you. "of course, looks like you depend on me for everything, huh?" he smirks into the end of his sentence, moving closer to you with every word.

you scoff at the cockiness hes displaying, twisting your body so he could reach your lower back where the sunscreen needed to be applied

he was loving this right now, and you could tell by the way he was beaming with glory once he realized what was happening.

you spin around and your eyes lock with his as hes about to begin the application,"jj. be serious, its just sunscreen"

he scoffs. apalled you would even think of him as unserious, i mean, when has he ever displayed immaturity?

"me? unserious? sweetheart you must be mistaken." jj shook his head as he squeezed the bottle and swiped some cream on his two fingers. you have got to admit, his hands that have been working all day, the rings that had the reflection of the sun on it, and the nickname that had fallen off the tip of his tongue were doing things to you. you werent sure if you liked it or not.

"eyes up here, pretty"

he mumbled as he begins to rub the subscreen into your back. his calloused fingers sending shivers down your spine as you held back a low groan in pleasure.

"wheres kie when you need her, am i right?" jj chuckles behind you nervously, continuing to work his magical hands into you. you just laugh in agreement, still trying to hold back sounds threatening to spill any moment

jj moves into the sides of your stomach and hit a tender spot, allowing an errupt moan to fall

"ohh shitt.."

jj smiles and flips your hair over your shoulder to the front, moving his way up your back. "might have to get you to pay me for this since 'm doing so well.." he gloats, shifting his body closer to yours

you throw your head back a little to respond to him. but it hits his shoulder. now realizing how close the two of you were, you begin to feel a redness creep upon your tan cheeks.

"do you know how you could pay me, darlin'?"

he spoke in an almost whisper, still keeping his seductice husky tone that always manages to do something to you. you dont know what to say to him right now.

your hair blows into your face, almost sticking immediately due to the humidity in the outerbanks right now. he pulls away the few strands that got caught, and pulls you closer by his chest.

you wince at the coldness of more sunscreen being rubbed into your shoulders, almost shutting your eyes completely out of pleasure.

jj makes his hands down to the front of your body, inching closer and closer to the waistline of your american apparel underwear.

" 'this okay?" he mumbles against your neck, planting wet messy love bites all over it. marking what was his.

you almost forget how to speak, realizing what was happening. you wanted to push him away because you knew it was wrong, but your body needed him.

so bad.

"yes."

with your permission he dips his hand fully into your navy blue panties, his thumb brushing across your sensitive clit, making you whimper

all of this, so unexpected, the idea of someone catching you guys on the dock of your bestfriends house made this all so much better, the riskiness of it all turned you on. it turned both of you on.

"what do you want me to do you to, darlin?" jj whispers under his breath, teasing your entrance, waiting for a response. when he doesnt get one, he dips his finger almost in your now soaking pussy.

"huh?"

"everything, anythin' jj, just please do something."

the freudian slip gave him the reassurance he was waiting for, he wasted no time in allowing your walls to surround his fingers. his cold rings inside of you.

a/n: part twooo.??? lmk !!

jj maybank, your bestfriend, has 2 fingers inside of you right now, and youre loving it.

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[ughgoaway]

hi ace!!

"you can pretend all you want, i can see the fucking mess you’re making of yourself.“ with teacher!au would be sooo hot😋

hi, my love!! thanks for requesting this, I had fun trying to work out what to do for this one. hope you enjoy!! 18+ only please, mdni!!

content warnings; arguing (with Jamie lol), fingering, joint fingering swearing, use of a mirror, and light spit play.

word count; 2.4k ish!

p.s, I'm quite rusty with writing, so I'm really sorry if this sucks!!! this has been proofread, but I'm so bad at seeing errors so sorry if there's loads lol <3

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“Oh fuck off Jamie, that’s not what we agreed and you know it.” Matty huffs down the phone. you hear Jamie raise his voice on the other side even from across the room, so you know something really fucked him off, and he clearly blames Matty.

Matty seems just as pissed off with him, rolling his eyes and pacing at the end of the bed as he speaks, “Don't talk to me like I'm a child. Jesus Christ. Just- okay- I'm hanging up now. No, I don't care, Jamie! It's not my fucking fault you cant organise shit!” every word exchanged between them is getting gradually louder, and Matty’s hands start moving wildly as red hot words erupt from him.

You sit against the headboard and watch Matty get more and more irate with every second, and you can't deny it's making you feel something. Maybe it's because he's generally a calm huy, despite what people may think. Or, calm at home anyway. Not so calm when he's screaming about fascist governments on stage. The boys always joked that fatherhood mellowed him out, and from the stories you heard, that sounds about right.

But seeing him growing angrier by the second makes your skin tingle, that same electricity you feel when he’s on top of you whispering filthy demands into your ear. Suddenly, the fabric of your pyjamas feels scratchy against your skin, begging to be slid off and thrown onto the bed beside you. Without thinking, your hand slides under your top, rubbing against the overheated skin of your stomach as your pinky finger dips below the hem of your shorts gradually.

“What a twat,” Matty starts to rant as he marches over to you, staring down at his phone with a frown on his face. “He’s annoyed at ME just because he can't organise anything! I told him I couldn't do next weekend and still-” Matty stops dead in his tracks when he finally reaches you, his eyes tracing over your face and studying you suspiciously. 

“You alright love? Your cheeks are all red,” he says worriedly, his hand coming up to feel your forehead. You can't help but lean into his touch. The feeling of his skin on your was charged with something, making the flush covering your skin darken immediately.

It's then that Matty realises why your cheeks are a pretty shade of ruby woo and why your once calm eyes are black with an emotion he didn't immediately recognise. You want him. Something about seeing him shouting down the phone made you horny. He couldn't help but smirk at the realisation, already forming a plan in his head as he slid into bed next to you.

Instinctively, you move towards him, trying to feel the warmth of his body against yours. But before you can throw your leg over his, Matty guides you between his legs, facing you towards the end of the bed and pressing his chest against your back. His hands immediately start moving over your body, massaging your arms and shoulders before moving further down slowly.

He pulls up the hem of your shirt slightly, only showing a few inches of skin, but it's enough to make you gasp, leaning into his touch and sighing blissfully. Closing your eyes as his fingers trace the soft skin of your abdomen. One of his fingers dips below the hem of your shorts ever-so-slightly, so quickly and delicately you would've missed it if you weren't so turned on you wanted to scream.

His fingers stay there, though, just teasing and dipping below the elastic until you open your eyes again and see his staring into yours in the mirrored wardrobe doors that sit at the end of your bed. He nods slowly, almost questioningly. He wants to know if he can take your shorts off if he can see you. 

You move so slightly that no one else would see it, but your soft nod combined with your whispered, “yes.” is all Matty needs to slide the fabric over your hips as you lift them, smiling softly as you feel the fabric move down your legs and off your skin.

Your thighs part without you thinking, staring at Matty as you spread your legs. His eyes hold yours for a few seconds, but he can't keep them there for any more time than that. Instead, they drop to between your legs. Suddenly, the whole mess with Jamie melted away from his mind and you feel him stifle a groan at the sight of your wet core, his hands instinctively moving to your thighs as soon as he sees you. The intense need to touch you overpowering any thoughts he could have, every once replaced with your name on a loop.

“What got you this wet, baby? Tell me.” Matty whispers in your ear, his soft voice cascading down your neck, goosebumps rising in its wake. Every brush of his digits over your skin was torturous, fingertips dipping between your legs and hovering above where you needed him most. Instead, they move to the soft skin of your inner thighs, leaving featherlight touches that make you whine.

You throw your head back against his shoulder, begging him to touch you properly with soft cries as you buck your hips, desperately needing to feel his fingers inside you. You swear the air around his fingers is thick, and every time he edges closer to your clit, your skin heats up in anticipation. But that same cold feeling overtakes you when he slides his hand away from your core again. You know he wants to hear you, he always does. Forcing words out feels impossible but when his hand teases your tender skin again, you manage to mumble needily.

“S’nothing. not important, please, Matty.” You whimper, closing your thighs around his hand to keep it trapped. 

“you can pretend all you want, I can see the fucking mess you’re making of yourself,” Matty smirks as he slides his free hand over your arms, watching cockily as he sees goosebumps rise in the path of his touch. 

“Fuck- s’just because of you. You look so good when you're angry. Please make me feel good.” The words pour out of you within seconds, not being able to think about anything other than Matty’s fingers inside of you.

“Good girl, so good telling me what got you this wet. You like seeing me like that, hmm?” Matty waits until you start nodding furiously, wanting to make you wait just a few more seconds, letting his ego swell even more. 

“Don't worry baby, I'll make you feel good,” Matty smirks as he speaks, forcing apart your thighs by hooking his feet around your own, pulling them open and watching as your slick glows on your skin, covering your inner thighs. You think he’ll tease you again, but whatever god there might be finally has mercy on you, and his hands start moving to where you really need them.

Heat rushed to your head the second his fingers finally sunk inside you, feeling them crook and hit that spot that made your hips jump, chasing more of him. His other hand grips your jaw, fingertips digging into the soft skin of your cheeks and forcing your head forward, making you stare at your reflection in the mirror. 

Rosy red cheeks and lust-filled eyes meet yours in the reflection, looking fucked out already. You stare at the mottled red flush creeping up your chest and neck, obscuring the freckles that cover your skin, your desperation clear from the vision in front of you. 

Your pulse quickened as you looked back at Matty’s reflection, watching his tongue dart out and wet his lips. His eyes don't meet yours, instead staying focused on the image of his fingers inside your cunt, watching in awe as they skink into you, seeing your wetness spread further and further down his digits. 

Focused eyes watch as his thumb meets your clit, and just for a second, they flick up to your face in the reflection, just to watch the way your jaw shakes and the whites of your eyes become the only thing visible, uncontrollably rolling into the back of your head.

His pace was slow and deliberate, playing you like one of his guitars, moving his fingers with the same precision he uses on stage. The haze in your head was making it impossible to focus, pleasure already pooling at the base of your spine from each purposeful curl of his fingers. 

Calloused skin brushes over your bud, sending shocks of electricity up your spine, licking every nerve as it shoots inside you. You can't help but gasp at the feeling, sucking in air desperately. Butterflies hammer against your ribs as you look at Matty again, seeing the deep pools of his eyes filled with pure black, trained on your body, studying every move you make.

Matty twists his head, reluctantly pulling his eyes away from your core to press a kiss to your temple and whisper in your ear, stopping his movements and moving his thumb away from your bud as the words drip from his lips like honey, “Explain what I'm doing to you baby, tell me how I make you feel, hmm?”

You shake your head, wanting Matty to just keep on moving, but the seconds without him inside you drag on, and you lose the fight in your head. “You're- fuck. You’re torturing me.” You pout, wriggling your hips and trying to get Matty to move again, pleading to feel that same push and pull of his fingers.

“Oh s’that bad, is it? Why don't you show me what to do then baby, teach me a lesson, yeah?” Matty laughs teasingly as he removes his fingers from inside you, the wet noise of the loss permeating the room along with your pained whimper.

You nod needily, moving your hand down to meet Matty’s between your legs and puppet it, pushing his fingers deep inside you, one of your own sliding in with them, guiding his digits. You suck in a breath as you stretch to accommodate your finger along with his, joining Matty’s as they press further inside you before pulling out slowly, watching your arousal string between them.

“Faster” you whisper, keeping your eyes laser-focused between your legs, watching your nearly manicured nails gripping the skin of Matty’s hand and speeding up his movements. He listens immediately, and soon, that slow torturous pace is replaced by quick frantic pumping, your slick dripping down his wrist with each rock of his fingers. “Fuck, yeah. Just like that.” you pant, bucking your hips in time with each thrust of his hand.

“Rub your clit” Matty demands, clearly deciding your teaching moment was over, and he was back in charge. His pulse was racing under his skin as he stared in the mirror. Anticipation filled his body, his mind hazy as he forgets to breathe whilst watching your reflection. He studies the way your nipples harden under the flimsy fabric of your vest, watching your chest heave with every desperate breath. You slide your finger out from inside you, holding eye contact with Matty as you slide it up to your clit.

But your finger doesn't stop as he expected, instead, he watches with a dropped jaw as you bring it up your lips, tapping your fingertip on your bottom lip before pushing it inside your mouth, moaning wantonly as the taste of yourself fills your mouth. Matty mouths “fuck” in the mirror as he watches, keeping his eyes trained on you. He watches wonder as you swirl your tongue around your digit, studying the way your saliva strings from it as you pull your finger from your mouth, smirking at Matty with each move you make.

Just as your spit-soaked finger touches your clit, Matty's other hand grips your jaw and forces your face to meet his, pressing his mouth against yours and forcing his tongue in your mouth, chasing the taste of your release on your tongue. The feeling of his lips on yours as his fingers move with abandon inside you, and your finger rubbing your clit was too much for you, and within seconds you're cumming with a shout against Matty’s lips. Your whole body shakes as overwhelming pleasure rocks your body, waves of bliss radiating under your skin.

“Fuck!” you cry out, letting the intoxicating feeling of pleasure crash over you, your eyes glazing over as the seconds drag on, time melting with each rock of your hips. Your hand clutches Matty’s, your nails leaving crescent moon-shaped marks in his skin, trying to ground yourself with the feeling of his fingers still inside you.

Matty watches intently, a flushed look covering his face as his skin glistens from the thin layer of sweat that covers him. Seeing you fall apart because of him will never get boring, seeing everything leave your brain and be replaced with all-encompassing bliss was a sight he couldn't compare, nothing made ego fizzle up his spine like watching you completely at his mercy.

Once the waves subsided, your grip loosened, and Matty pulled his fingers from inside you. You whimper at the loss, but Matty gently shushes you, forcing you to open your eyes and make you watch him place his fingers inside his mouth, smirking around them as he sucks them clean, groaning at the taste of you. Weakly, you slap his arm with a giggle at his exaggerated moans before turning around to face him, matching his smirk and opening your mouth slowly.

Wordlessly, you and Matty have a conversation, his raised eyebrows asking if you're sure and your slow nod telling him you've never been more sure about anything. His eyes stare into yours as his mouth moves over you, guiding his hand to your jaw and cupping as he spits into your mouth, using his grip to force it closed and watch you swallow. His eyes follow your every move, studying the way your throat bobs and smirking when you open your mouth proudly, showing him your clean tongue.

“Dirty girl” he whispers, smiling at you with crinkled eyes, letting them trace your every feature as you grin back at him, giving him a peck on the lips and settling into his arms contently.

“Mmm, your dirty girl, though,” you respond quietly, smiling happily when you feel Matty press a kiss to your head, both of your bodies sinking into the bed below you and letting the warmth pull you under.

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A Blanket of Stars

Soap x Fem Reader

18+ MDNI - sexual themes and descriptions (it’s just smut, pure unadulterated smut... but with feelings), some cursing, Ghost is a good bruv (in his own way)

(A/N: Just a short romantic smutty drabble, nothing earth shattering, just a sweet moment between Johhny and reader, with a tiny little twist at the end. If I missed any tags, please let me know)

Word count: 1607

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It’s a warm, clear night and the stars are bright in the sky above, The pilled fabric of the old woolen blanket chafes at the skin, but it’s easy to ignore when Johnny is holding you.

“Are ya warm enough, hen?”

“I’m fine,” you whisper back. placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Never better.”

Hands trailing down his chest, he rises above you, a broad silhouette against the starry background of the night. He can see the light of the stars shining in your eyes, and it takes his breath away.

You wind your arms around his back, your fingertips trailing over his naked flesh, following the rise and dip of muscles, tracing along a random scar above his hip.

“I missed ya, sweetheart. Dreamt of ya every night I was away.”

Hearing his confession in that deep brogue sends a shiver down your spine, despite his warm body lying atop yours. He always has that effect on you, igniting sensations throughout your body with a few muttered words.

“I missed you, too. So much. But you’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”

“Aye, ‘s all that matters.”

There’s a tremor in his hands as they brush down your sides, fingers curling into the meat of your thighs as he spreads them wider. A shaky breath stutters past his lips as he settles between them, the feel of your wet folds sliding against his cock making him shudder.

“Always feel s’good,” he mumbles into the darkness, rolling his hips to coat himself in your slick. “Need ya s’bad. Can I...?”

“Please,” you sigh in answer, wanting nothing more than to be full of him once again.

Raising his hips, he slips a hand between you to notch himself against your entrance, moaning at the feel of your pulsing channel. Dipping his head to capture your lips, he swallows your whimper as he sinks slowly into your welcoming heat. He groans once he’s fully seated in the cradle of your pelvis, his breath panting against your lips now that he’s sheathed to the hilt inside you. He holds himself there, giving you time to adjust, heart hammering as he whispers endearments into your ear.

Once the burn of the stretch eases, you bring your knees up to cradle his sides and cant your hips to take him in deeper. Knowing that’s his signal to move, he lifts his hips until only the tip remains inside, then rocks them forward, throwing his head back as you envelop him once again.

“Can feel ya pullin’ me in,” he gasps out, tilting his chin down to stare at where the two of you are joined together. He can’t see anything, as dark as it is, but moans just the same. “Could stay here forever,” he breathes out to the stars, rolling his hips again. “Never felt anything like it before.”

The first time he told you this, you thought it was just empty praise, but the plaintive note in his voice has never changed, the way he says it telling you he means every word. If ever two people were meant to be joined, he’s convinced it’s the two of you. There’s just no comparison.

The wind rustles through the tall grass, crickets singing, and the heavens spin above you as Johnny sets a slow pace, his deep languid thrusts making your toes curl. His hands come up to knead at your breasts, thumbs circling the nipples until they rise into stiff little peaks. The feel of his chest hair brushing over the sensitive buds leaves you panting and desperate, his moans and hisses only serving to stimulate you more as your hips rise to meet each thrust.

Spurred on by your response, his pace quickens, each stroke now a little deeper, their delivery a little sharper. Knowing you want him in this way as much as he wants you does things to him, makes him feel feral.

“Do ya like that, hen? Like what ya do t’me? Ya’ve ruined me fer anyone else, ya know tha’ don’t ya? Ya― ah, fuck!” he gasps out, hips stuttering when your walls clamp down around him.

You’re strangling his cock, unable to maintain your composure after hearing his words. Your body craves him like air, like water, your need for him overwhelming. Your hands grope at him to ground yourself, fingers digging into the meat and muscle of his ass as you urge him to go deeper, harder, desperate little mewls being punched out of your lungs with each devastating thrust.

He’s growling now, feet raking the ground for better purchase, as his arms snake around your torso, one hand gripping the nape of your neck while the other latches onto the plush cheek of your ass. He’s clutching your body to his as he pounds into you, completely unhinged, muttering filth and praise in equal measure. He pistons his cock in and out of your channel, his movements frenzied and losing rhythm as he nears his peak.

“Cum fer me, love, I’m beggin’ ya,” he whispers in a quaking voice, his fingers finding your clit and working frantic circles into it. “Do it fer me, love. Need to feel ya, please. I―“

That’s all it takes, that desperate plea, and your entire body seizes up as the coil inside you snaps. Molten heat spreads out from your core as your walls spasm around him and triggers his own release. He gives you one final thrust, burying himself as deep as he can go, before he too is dragged under by the force of his climax. You’re still riding the crest of your own orgasm when you feel the warmth of his seed filling you and sob out his name into the night.

It’s a slow descent back to earth, hearts pounding in unison, his heavy form lying spent between your legs, his head buried at the crook of your neck. Eventually, he rolls onto his back, taking you with him to drape your body over his. Big, calloused hands began to rub lazy circles on the smooth skin of your back, and he bends his neck to place a kiss on the crown of your head. You hum in contentment, lips grazing over his chest.

“I meant what I said, ya know?” he murmurs, brushing the hair away from your face. “Ya’ve ruined me fer any other. I don’t want to be with anyone else. Only you.”

You sighed, a slight frown creasing your brow. “I― I feel the same way about you,” you admitted. “Does that bother you?”

Johnny laughed, shaking his head. “Bother me? Are ya mad, hen? I’ve finally found me other half,” he said, voice going low and soft. “If ye’ll have me.”

You lift your head to see the stars reflected in his eyes, twin galaxies staring back at you. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Aye, love. It is.”

“Then, I guess you’re stuck with me, Mactavish,” you say, kissing him soundly on the lips.

He huffs out a laugh before pulling you in for a slower, softer kiss, knowing no other words need to be spoken. Hugging you to his chest, he closes his eyes and let his thoughts drift...

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“Oi, Soap! Get yer arse up. ‘S yer turn to take watch.”

Soap jerked awake at the feel of Ghost’s boot nudging his thigh. Blinking his eyes open, he stared up at the big Manc, a big goofy grin spreading across his face.

“The fuck’s wrong with you?” Ghost muttered, eyeing him with suspicion. Who the hell got woken up at three in the morning to take over watch with a grin on their face.

Soap climbed to his feet, his grin never wavering. “How would ya like t’be my best man, LT?”

“Wot?” he grunted, staring at him as if he’d gone mad.

Soap took up his rifle and slung it over his shoulder, then clapped a hand on Ghost’s shoulder. “I’m gettin’ married, LT. Gonna propose as soon as I get home.”

“Yer serious? Ya just woke up an’ decided that?”

Soap’s face grew somber. “I love her, Ghost. Scares the shite out o’ me how much I do, but it scares me worse imaginin’ life without her.”

Ghost grunted as he laid down on the cot Soap had just vacated. “’Bout bloody time ya got yer head outta yer arse. She’s too good fer ya, but I guess ya know that already,” he grumbled, and then turned on his side.

Soap sniffed in amusement.” Aye, I know, but she’s loves me anyway. Tha’s got teh count fer somethin’, right?”

“Just don’t fuck it up, MacTavish,” Ghost muttered. “Now fuck off. I need to get some sleep.”

Johnny made his way outside, taking up his post on the ridge above the safe house. He peered up at the night sky, recalling the stars from his dream. It was the same dream he’d been having for the past month, just you and him in that field behind his family’s farmhouse, making love with the stars shining overhead, but this time, the dream had had an ending, or the promise of a beginning. That’s how Johnny saw it, anyway. 

And so that’s how he proposed to you, two weeks later, just you and him lying naked in a field of dreams beneath a blanket of stars.

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Notes: Couldn’t sleep, so wrote this instead. Inspired by @deadbranch​ and that slow ride to Glasgow.

[whoblewboobear]

In honor of iwtv!Rockstar Lestat I’m thinking about Rockstar Jace who takes a (honestly concerning) amount of interest in his new roadie/sound equipment manager Porter. After coming down from a month(s) long bender Jace is finally coherent enough to notice Porter during soundcheck. So he starts serenading him and getting super touchy feel-y. Porter kinda brushes it off, he’s toured with enough musicians to know they’re a special breed, ESPECIALLY the rockstars. But he’s a professional he would never-

That same night Jace is riding him in his dressing room and he does a bump of coke out of the dip of Porter’s clavicle and honestly? It shouldn’t be as hot as it is. Jace being this fucked up also shouldn’t be this hot either and Porter is spiraling a bit but Jace is so tight and so fucking batshit the entire night and Porter really cant resist fucking him 2(-4) more times that night. Next day, Jace goes on a little mission to bug Porter before his show and Porter is just so flustered. He’s trying so hard to do his job and make sure everything goes smoothly. He’s like “Mr. Stardiamond, we’re all working very hard to make sure you have a great show tonight so if you could just FUCK OFF for a moment that’d be great~” and Jace is like huh okay, no one but my manager Zara talks to me like this.. kinda a turn on. But he does as he’s told and fucks off until it’s time for the show. But he has plans for Porter. So many that involve throwing his money and drugs around and letting Porter put him in his place whenever he likes.

Once the tour wraps, he asks if Porter would like to help out while he records his album in his home studio because his last sound equipment manager didn’t make house calls (for reasons Jace doesn’t want to discuss. Maybe he’s done this before, no one needs to know he’s a walking HR nightmare, he’s a rockstar he can do what he wants.) Porter agrees because the pay is incredible and traveling is fun but it takes a lot out of him and honestly, the perks of him and a few of his industry friends helping Jace make another hit album seems like a fun gig. And maybe fucking Jace on every surface in his mansion is a very appealing idea. He can handle Stardiamond. He’s just like every other fucked up musician. But uh oh.. the more time he spends with Jace the more he realizes that he isn’t that bad. A fucking whirlwind, sure, but in the quiet moments when he’s writing songs at his piano or having a quiet smoke on the balcony or meticulously arranging audio and re-recording harmonies, Porter is so endeared with him. He didn’t start doing his job for nothing, he wanted to make music himself but never quite broke through. Jace is a wonder to him, he wanted to resent him for pissing away an opportunity.

But Jace cares about the music, he does. The drugs and the flashy clothes and the money are fun. Very fun, until they aren’t. When he’s not trying to numb himself to the fucking shithole the music industry is, he still has music to comfort him. He’s so meticulous and careful about what he puts out. Which his manager loves. She loves a lot about him but even Zara would admit there are days that she sees him and her heart just hurts because he’s so far from the Jace she grew up with and talked about their dreams with. All those late nights in college where they painstakingly put together his first ep going off nothing but Red Bull and sleep deprivation. She remembers the night they finally heard back from the label and she negotiated a contract that was less shitty and intrusive than what Jace would’ve signed had she not been there. She misses him and she does like how good of an influence Porter can be on him. She’s glad there’s someone else there that doesn’t enable him- not all the time anyway.

Porter’s glad Zara’s around when she can be because everyone else buzzing around Jace is a kiss up or an enabler, but not her. On the bad days, she’s the first one to show up for Jace when everyone else makes themselves scarce. Jace tries not to notice the minute people scatter when he’s not offering party favors or lavish nights out. When the dust settles it’s Zara and.. Porter. Much to his surprise. And he feels a little bad for how over the top he was with him. One night, Porter comes over when he’s putting the finishing touches on the melody of a song, really into it and lost in the way every key sounds together. When he finishes, Porter is clapping and maybe that’s the only applause he really cares about.

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More Bucky Headcanons just because ✨✨

some are +18 so if that makes u uncomfy or u are -18 please scroll!! It is clearly labelled where they start, so if u only want one or the other the division is there!!

this got kinda long lol sorry

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PG 13 SECTION:

• He has a lot of old fashioned/outdated beliefs so sometimes he’ll say something and you just have to look at him and go 😀😄😀 “no.” and then have a conversation with him about why what he just said is objectively morally corrupt. He’s very open to it and it doesn’t happen a lot but when it does he’s willing to understand and he asks questions about whatever messed up thing he said. He’s very progressive for a man who was in his early 20’s in 1945.

• he has a lot of old fashioned/outdated beliefs so ur dates are literally superior and your instagram is filled with people commenting things like “if you look closely you can see me swinging in the background” or “hey god its me again” and you cant forget the classic “when will it be my turn.” He brings you flowers at least once a week, and chocolates are a MUST for him, and as soon as he found out about edible arrangements there is one on your desk at work at least once a month. you tell him your gonna get fat from all the sweets he brings you and he says “good” and thats the end of that convo.

• on the note of food, he’s a fantastic cook. Most of the time. He has tried on multiple occasions to feed you depression era foods (balogna caserole, jello molds, pea pasta, etc) one time he made you a jello mold with olives and tuna in it and you got physically sick (it was the first time he saw you throw up so he kinda just stood there like 😬 and patted your back like “there there, my bad ill never give you tuna+jello in the same dish again” which he STILL makes for himself) so he decided to stick with more modern recipes for actual meals (which are always delicious). But he swears on his life that dessert recipes were better when he was a kid, and he always bakes you the sweets his mom made when he was little such as, apple pie, wacky cake, water pie, prune pudding, frozen fruit salad.

• he really likes crispy cookies so he’ll take urs out when theyre cooked the regular amount, and he leaves his in the oven for like another 10 minutes at minimum. He likes it best when the edges of the cookies are literally burnt and when the chocolate even gets crispy. He dips em in milk though which i guess is slightly redeeming? But the crunch on his cookies should be punishable by law. It counds like crisps when he chews.

• Texts like:

Bucky ❤️❤️

Hey…

hey?? u good?

Yes. I just wanted to say

I love you…

ilyt.. y r u being

so ominous?

I am not…

I just wanted to send you

this big long paragraph chunk

about how much I love you. It

has to be grammatically correct

because I’m old and it will take

me 15 minutes at minimum to

finish typing this text because

I am typing with one hand, and

I have big thumbs. Thank god

for voice memos. Also what

does OMG mean?

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it drives you insane but he physically cannot comprehend any other way to text. He also had a flip phone until you forced him to get a new one. When he gets it he doesn’t send you texts anymore, and instead only sends voice memos (its so much faster)

• loves a sweet treat but is terribly embarrassed about it. Literally the trope where the big scary guy orders a black coffee “for himself” and his cute girly gf gets like a sugar unicorn rainbow suprise, and after they get their drinks they switch. He makes you order it with extra whipped cream and sprinkles. If you like sweet drinks too, he will still order the black coffee and not drink it. He will consistently order 3 drinks despite there only being 2 of you. Sometimes he drops it off w Steve because he knows he likes black coffee and he hates waste, but he is still too embarrassed to just order his drink.

• cried watching Up, Toy Story 2, The Princess and the Frog, Moana, The beauty and the beast (which was ur halloween costume the year he first watched it. His choice.) and Cars (you still don’t know why he cried about cars to this day and it has been YEARS.)

• despite being an ex assassin, when he’s not in fight or flight mode he’s terribly unathletic. He talks big game before a bowling date and he literally bowls a 45. You didn’t know anyone over the age of 8 could score that low in a game where you simply roll a ball. You also took him to In Shape to play tennis and he hit a car with the ball.

• his body physically cannot handle energy drinks. as much sugar as he consumes, energy drinks make him jittery and paranoid for some reason, and despite being a relatively quiet man, he doesn’t shut up when there’s a red bull in his system

• pro legalizing weed in all states. Tried an edible one time before bed because he overheard someone say it or read somewhere that it can help with sleep, and he swears he had never slept that good in over 100 years of being alive. Even pre super soldier serum.

• He’s a man of few words so in the beginning of u 2 going out there would be long periods of awkward silence. He took you on a lot of movie dates so he could avoid this problem as much as possible.

•Def doesn’t wear his arm to bed so you guys have an easier time spooning. You don’t have to deal with the problem that a lot of couples have where you wanna cuddle but his arm falls asleep cs ur laying on it. but for him theres no arm to lay on!!!! yippeee!!! Cuddling in bed typically looks like him being the big spoon with his right arm around your waist. His left shoulder is in whatever position his decides is comfortable that night. He also has a habit of not sleeping with his head on the pillow so you typically feel his nose/breathe against the small of your back. He often kisses you there while rubbing your side to put you to sleep

• cuddling is a little different when he has a bad nightmare tho. Sometimes he doesn’t want to cuddle so he’ll lay on the floor on your side of the bed and go back to sleep there, or at least try to. Thats usually what happens if you don’t wake up. If you do, you go and get him a glass of water, and a cold rag to wipe is sweat off. You give him a minute until he’s ready to lay back down. He lays on his back, and you suction yourself to his side. One leg over his and your arm on his chest, rubbing soothing patterns to try and slow his hammering heart. You kiss where you can reach, but he’s huge, so its usually just his shoulder and chest, and you tell him all your favorite things about him, and how much you love him, and how safe he is here in your arms. It works 95% of the time.

RATED R SECTION:

• its ur lucky day if ur a pillow princess! he likes being able to physically take care of his partner without them having to do any work. He feels like it’s his way of saying thank you for staying with him thru all his trauma and whatnot

• if his s/o is plus sized he will make the effort to be able to lift 2 times their weight bare minimum (which doesn’t take that much effort on his part), and he gets a little smug when he lifts his partner up against the wall the first time and they’re a little shocked because hey no one has ever been able to do that before what is happening oh noooo BOOM you’re in love

• usually not the one to initiate anything. He feels like he’s pressuring you when he does, but you can always tell when he’s in the mood because he gets clingy and cannot look you in the eye.

• in the same vein, he doesn’t really get horny that often but when he does… whew chile GOOD LUCK. Super human stamina is a gift and a curse with him!!

• he doesn’t like to mark you up, but he loves it when you do. He likes getting done and seeing the scratches on his back in the mirror, or having to cover up hickeys with turtlenecks. His favorite is when he makes you help him cover the harder to hide ones to his with makeup. (he bought the right color for himself but didn’t know how to use it). LOVE LOVE LOVES when you bite him.

• Again, he’s typically a man of few words but he will mumble random things “to himself” but loud enough for you to barely hear it too. a lot of “so fucking good,” “pretty girl” “all mine” “all yours” “tell me I’m yours” “say your mine” and other things of that nature

• I think I said this in the last one but I’m a firm believer that he wouldn’t wear his arm unless he had to/felt unsafe. and I would argue that he feels pretty safe if yall are doing the shaboingboing. SO holding you is a little difficult for your amputee bf. Getting into a good and comfortable position for both of you tends to bring a lot of laughs.

•He likes to touch you a lot while y’all are getting down and dirty. It helps ground him in a way. He struggles a little bit with dissociation, even when getting intimate so being able to feel your skin under his palms helps keep him on Earth and focused on getting his s/o off.

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A/N: thank you if you resd this far. dont be shy and leave a note behind! i have more chapters of friends dont on the way i swear. Im genuinelu just slow IM SORRY AHH

anyways good night cuties 🌙💫⭐️✨

[theblabarmy]

dear mr congressman

my name is ben. i am young, from the united states, and i am transgender.

i stand here today as a youth seeing the attack on me, and those like me

i stand here today as a child witnessing the genocide on trans people because you sign bills of violence against us for being alive.

now despite all this, mr congressman, i don't hate you.

if we met, i would treat you like a neighbor.

you're like my grandfather, mr congressman

so why do you treat me like a rapist?

i watch as you throw shards of glass sharp as blades but as they hit and hurt and make me bleed i stay and stand before you today.

and as another one hits i don't think of you

i think of the trans kids who have it much harder than i do

i think of the kids whose parents look at you and help to spew

the words of hate you inflict

i think of the kids who are being targeted once again and i feel regret that i haven't done more

so i implore you, mr congressman

i am more than my trans identity. i run for the track team at my school, i draw and paint and play games and spend time with my friends

but when someone calls me she, and all i can do is grit my teeth and when they say miss and refer to me i have no choice but to stay instead of scream

i could bite, i could yell

i could tell you the thousands of times my stomach has dipped seeing myself in the mirror because i am not the girl i see

but i must continue

because i really don't hate you

mr congressman

but these trans kids among me

cant see their history

cant put a name to the way they feel

because any book with trans is banned

libraries erased

centuries of queer history gone because you removed it from the dictionary

mr congressman, all it takes for you is a pen

debates here with all your rich friends

while we sit and watch

you have placed weights on our feet

we are in a arena

average americans just like me put in the center together

we are holding swords and we hack at each other until there's nothing left

we focus on which side wins but that isn't what's important

what really counts is you, mr congressman

you watch as we fight

and with a glint in your eyes

you decide who will die

and i swear i don't hate you, mr congressman

i am trying so hard to respect your beliefs

choke down every evil word i have because that won't help anybody

i am ashamed of all the mean things i think about you, mr congressman

but when im called sir instead of miss

i feel momentary joy that i can't put to words

every bill you sign is taking away that bliss

and now i ask, who's next?

trans people wont just go away, but when you criminalize all of us for being alive, who do you look to next?

mr congressman, when will this stop?

when will we realize that this will go on and on

throw every group you hate into the fire

but by the end, you'll be the only one left, mr congressman

just you and cinders

what will america be then?

[by-kilian]

It’s ur “💙” anon coming with part 2 bc she definitely can

Now you see i can’t send photos or gifs but I’ll link them nonetheless u can’t stop me. https://giphy.com/gifs/rihanna-OTbo92zetdsha

Again folks big spoiler alert.

Okay now yelena and levi’s first scene.. um.. why.. why is every possible character so hot dude like!!?!?!!?? I just can’t pick a side without making excuses for the others ughh

“My time in the military shaped me, you know?” She paused. “I had to take lives,” she said in a hushed voice. “Do you know what that’s like?” The switchblade grew heavier in Levi’s pocket. Then an air of understanding passed between him and Yelena in the silence. Levi dipped his hand into his pocket. “Yes.”

This scene… the tension.. i felt everything in every single part of my body istg KW i was screaming and jumping while chewing on my nails until i reached skin it was this good!! I really loved the way they just understood each other it was like “nothing personal, I’m doing my job.” There was an air of idk.. respect and kind of acceptance with a hint of challenge.. i loved it so much

Now back to My fallen angel and the stinky hairy stalkiest asshole in the universe..

Yes he’s a jerk, but a very cunning and nothing-near-stupid one.. he in-fact scared me at some point i gotta admit, because the way he connects the dots is.. wow

“You are already thinking of all the ways you can kill me because you will never be able to shed that part of you.”

“A million and one things raced through your mind, and you were ashamed that more than half of those things were trying to figure out how to kill Mathias.��”

NO BECAUSE I WHEEZED MY LUNGS OUT😭😭😭 https://giphy.com/gifs/PotatoITV-e4-coach-trip-celebrity-ghost-WiCahQsVaUjksEn7aT MY BABY PLANNED HIS MURDER IN 12928 DIFFERENT LANGUAGES😭😭😭 And as she should!!

Fast forward you see.. i should’ve knew things are going down when levi whispered “The die had been cast” i should’ve realized this but i didn’t and that’s why when mathias stabbed kilian i gasped out loud… i felt my heart breaking with her and you see it’s not for the fact that she was actually dying this bitch don’t die.. i mean because she was distracted by the thought of levi getting hurt and that was the meanest most heartbreaking thing I’ve read in a while.. and you know what’s the cherry on top? THINKING THAT SHE DOESNT DESERVE HAPPINESS.. imma kms that’s it..

You couldn’t speak, feeling nothing but pain and heat and heat and pain. It burnt through your body hot even as you felt yourself growing colder. You thought of Levi and tears welled in your eyes

Your description made me feel every single word istg>>>

And Of course i was a sobbing mess while I’m reading her crawling across the floor all bloodied to reach levi, and of course i cried myself to sleep when she reached him, and definitely i screamed in agony once you mentioned orpheus and eurydice again…

Oh and let’s not talk about once levi reached her because it’ll be my last straw..

Levi was never a religious man, but he understood religion when he was with you. With you, Levi understood the temptation that Eve faced in the garden. With you, Levi even understood how angels could fall from grace. With you, Levi understood words he never did before to an exceptionally profound level; words like devotion, redemption, and prayer.Levi wasn’t a religious man, but he learned how to truly pray that night without even meaning to. One single solemn request, the most pious prayer he would ever attempt. “Wake up, sweetheart.”  

KW WE CANT NORMALIZE YOU WRITING THIS GOOD OKAY YOUR WORDS ARE ACTUAL DAGGERS ATP THEY ARE CUTTING THROUGH MY SOUL.. AND WDYM WAKP UP SWEETHEART KW DID YOU SPECIALIZE IN CUNTOLOGY WRTING CLASS???? HELLO MISS THATS FORBIDDEN OKAY SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP LITERALLY SHAKING IN AGONY https://giphy.com/gifs/absurdnoise-horror-woman-7ztt6QLRy4PBu

Now ehem next Chapter whohohooooo🤩🤩

The last thing i expected was the chapter going this way tbh.. you see it reminded me of LDBS most heartbreaking chapters that Im never forgetting because they affected me so much.. “about her, where it started, where it ends.” The holy trinity of greif, i felt like i was reading them but now the hurt was pro max because your writing and descriptions are more.. descriptive

Also lmao zeke holding a gum😭😭😭 i knew it was a fever dream when you mentioned it😭😭😭 and the fact that killian cares about him enough to see him, dude if you planned murder during this chapter it would’ve been easier but ofc ofc you wanted to torture us. https://giphy.com/gifs/portlandia-season-2-episode-3-xT1R9SJiGMLJFB5YKA

Now.. annie?? Kw why are you like this and how you know how to connect things perfectly like that it’s pretty iconic tbh!!!

I don’t really know what to say anymore.. but each paragraph was really killing me in every possible way.. i really wished killian was able to see how much people cares about how, not just levi, whom she thinks she doesn’t deserve, but annie, erwin, Isabelle, farlan, eren, i really wished she knew how much they love her, maybe then she’ll know that she deserves every single good thing in this universe, my baby suffered a-lot and that’s why i admire her, if this was an actual novel killian would for sure be the best female mc in terms of surviving, and as levi said: Still, you were nothing if not a survivor.  She really is. Our fallen angel🥹💙💙

They’d nicknamed you the “fallen angel,” because you looked exactly like one when you arrived. One of the crash team members said afterwards that if they weren’t so concerned about saving your life, they would have shed a tear for having to cut up your beautiful gown.

I giggled in between my tears when i read this, kw never beating the fashionista allegations even on her death bed which is like a huge slayyyyy she’s a freaking queen💙💙 our fashion icon. I really loved the interaction between annie and levi, you really wrote them so well because.. i don’t know if im the only one who feels this but you know when you’re reading a chapter or a scene and be like.. “yes, this is how things are supposed to be going” from how perfect the writing and writer is? That’s what i felt and still feel every time i read one of your works!!🥹💙

When you woke up again, your face was pressed into a couch that smelt powdery and warm. It was a familiar scent but you couldn’t pinpoint it to someone specifically. As you ran your nails along the green and pink floral upholstery, you felt like you were somewhere you once called home.

Kw you really need to give me lessons on how to describe things, like genuine question how do you make your writing feel.. so so alive, like the words are beating and moving i feel them🥹

Before you could ask her anything more, protest, or move, she took her wooden spoon out of the pot and shoved a sip of it into your mouth, holding your chin as she did. 

Sophia?… https://giphy.com/gifs/mafs-sRFFCzAey4IatfTOnQ .. yeah i cried so much then, or not literally but my eyes teared up fr, i need a hug.. https://giphy.com/gifs/portlandia-season-1-episode-6-xT1R9SLI3qYhVbmeQg.

When Eren came by to visit, the first thing he did was make sure to drop some of your favorite chicken lemon soup off to you. 

I love love love the way you move from a scene to another, and seeing eren this chap was the most pleasing surprise ever!, he’s a goof ball i love him sm my baby🥹💙💙 I’m sure everything is gonna get better after his appearance i—

Especially when it came to you. Especially when it came to the both of you. The two of you were so used to having the rug pulled out from under you, from having the other shoe drop, from having your lives blown up just at its happiest point, that to not expect the worst almost felt naive. 

*gets hit by this paragraph like a truck and starts screaming uncontrollably* https://giphy.com/clips/neonrated-neon-rated-films-ofYZSv3fjXVrvpwlAL

WILL MY SUFFERING EVER END—

“You should’ve brought some clothes for Kilian,” Levi said. It was a knee-jerk reaction, one that surprised both him and Erwin. It was more hopeful than Levi intended for it to be, but he took that as a good thing. He could only hope Erwin wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. 

“You seem really happy, Sophia,” you said, turning to her with a smile as you placed the picture back down. “Peaceful almost.” 

“You,” she said in English. “Because of you.” ”

“I love you. And I promise I’ll help you finish cooking when I wake up. I might just close my eyes for a bit if that’s okay,” you gestured to the couch, feeling sleep washing over you like a tide in the ocean shore.”

Oh will it seems not never-mind.. https://giphy.com/gifs/bigbrothernlbe-kyXSJ1yPFHZ88W3v79

Now.. farlan and levi, first of all I’m glad he’s not sad anymore or hurt, but i feel like this isn’t the end of it, or maybe was this scene a closure? I’m not sure, but i loved his interaction with levi so much!!!

You know when I first met her, she went by a different name,” Farlan continued as he came into the room, trying his best to change the subject so that Levi wouldn’t keep worrying over you. “But I think Kilian suits her much more.” “What name did she go by instead?” Levi asked, not even shocked that you had somehow crossed paths with Farlan before. “Oh, she went by Annie,” Farlan shrugged. This managed to somehow get a laugh out of Levi for some reason.

That was so cute in some way🥹 i love them so much kw u don’t understand!!!

U don’t understand how much i hate you

“I’ve been waiting for you.”You froze at the sound. He was so kind, so patient, so sweet—you would’ve recognized his voice even with your eyes closed. “Lucas?” 

That’s so mean.. that’s literally evil, like omg HOW DARE YOU WE DONT TALK ABOUT WHO-COULDNT-BE-NAMED ANYMORE

“I–” you paused, trying to find your words but finding that they weren’t coming out the right way. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. You left me, that’s not right,” you pouted.

“Yes, you’re wrong,” Lucas said, shaking his head at you in an affectionate manner. “I’m always with you.” 

WHY JUST WHY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AUAUAGQYAAKSJSJAJAJAJAJ https://giphy.com/gifs/crying-woman-12OloSxMpkEoSI

Levi did not leave your side, not once. 

KW I HATE YOUUUUY AHAHHAHHHHHHHHHGHGGGG *insert eren infamous scream*

You hesitated, feeling a sense of warmth coming from behind the door. “Well do you know what’s behind it?” you stood up onto your tippy-toes as if it would help you get a better look. “It’s not what you think,” Lucas confirmed softly. “I promise.”Faltering again, you found that your feet would not move. “But what if I’m not ready?”Lucas shook his head at you, and squeezed your hand again. “You’ve always been ready.” Tears welled in your eyes as the water continued to wash over your feet. “What if I don’t deserve what’s behind that door?”

Kw as much as i love your brilliant mind please.. this hurts like a bitch please dont do it again.. lucas, the way killian cried when she saw him, i don’t know what to say, i just can feel it but i can’t describe it, and you know that a writing is so good when it leaves you speechless like yours did to me now🥹💙💙

When you blinked your eyes open, the first person you saw was Levi. His smile was bright and warm. It made you feel weightless. It made you feel loved. You smiled back, albeit weakly. Levi squeezed your hand gently, still smiling. “Welcome back, sweetheart,” he whispered.  

Ending the chapter with welcome back when the last was “wake, up sweetheart.” I SEE WHAT YOUR DOING KW I SEE IT

And i really appreciate it, i would like to thank you so so much for writing these new chapters and blessing us with your amazing, wonderful, beautiful, mesmerizing writing voice and style and descriptions as a whole, thank you really, to me you are my role model in writing, and i aspire to be like you or just make people feel the same way your words make me feel, i really appreciate it and please never stop writing.. never leave us kw because the fan fic writers community needs you my hidden gem.. we need your characters, scenes, gut wrenching stories and everything. If i could thank you in 60 different languages, express my love and admire you in every possible way i would’ve done it, but i know it won’t give you enough credit and it won’t come close to the feelings i go through reading your works. https://giphy.com/gifs/anime-love-bQATeUxCoCFr2

I love you so much kw!!💙💙 https://giphy.com/gifs/love-i-you-that-70s-show-2dQ3FMaMFccpi

Your lovely “💙” anon, hope i be the reason you smile once today, thank you again💙💙💙

My love again!! Gonna answer you underneath the cut 🥹❤️

LMAO @ Yelena being hot. You know what I think it is? The story itself (STH & LDBS) is a very sensual, sexy story. That's kind of the vibes I have in my mind every time I sit down to write it. It's meant to be dark, noir, and sexy, so without meaning to--everything ends up being quite sexy LOL, including characters who aren't main characters.

Also you ABSOLUTELY smashed your interpretation of the scene between Yelena and Levi. That was exactly what I wanted to establish; an understanding. The scene you highlighted in particular was a shared understanding that whatever was about to transpire was not personal. It was a warning of, "hey, I'm going to do whatever I have to do to get my job done," on both ends, and the other person being like, "yeah, and so will I." You are so right when you say there was an understanding, respect, acceptance, AS WELL as a challenge. Juxtaposing the shared notion of both of them having taken lives before was also both of them saying without saying that they are not afraid to kill the other person if it comes down to it (and it did).

And YES. Mathias is such a keen observer. I think all of you always got the sense that he "monitored" people but thought of it in the sense of cameras when it's actually much more literal. He doesn't have to resort to those kinds of things because he catches a lot just by being in peoples' presences. Not only is he trying to get under her skin and make her think she hasn't changed, he's trying to taunt her to hurt him because he wants to prove to her that she is the monster he THINKS she is. You know Kilian hasn't killed anyone in a very long time, but she definitely never lost her touch and could have easily killed him had she not gotten distracted. Like you said, it was the thought of Levi being hurt that distracted her. She was ready to go in for her kill but nothing mattered once she thought something happened to Levi. She loves him more than anything, and in that moment the only thing that mattered was his safety, not hers. In a different situation, Levi would have absolutely done the same thing. And yes, you hit the nail on the head! Her battle with not knowing whether or not she deserves happiness is an on-going one, and although she has changed a lot, sometimes those self-destructive behaviors never really go away.

Sgfsoghs, I did a lot of research into stab wounds and what they felt like. So the fact that you could feel it! 🤌🏼💋 I really wanted that chapter to feel like a knife twist, in every sense of the word so LMFAOOO I'M SORRY 🤣. Now you see why I initially wanted to release it in a double update! I felt horrible to leave you all that way without a sigh of relief in the next chapter, but it seems like you all went through the feels despite that.

And ahhh, thank you so much for your wonderfully kind words! That holy trinity chapter in LDBS was one of the hardest things to write, and in a way, chapter 14 was definitely a trail off of that because I had to tap into similar emotions of walking back to your past so that you could move forward and heal. I definitely think my writing has changed now compared to then so I'm so glad you could feel it differently!

The gum was the funniest part to me, and I honestly added it in for a silly touch and a laugh! Dreams are so silly. I thought it only made sense to introduce you to it with a giggle because it's so out there, it's so odd, and that is EXACTLY how you know it is a dream. I'm so happy you touched on the fact that Kilian only saw Zeke in her dream because she DOES care about him. That is 100% true. And yes, you're right. Kilian murdering Mathias would've been so much easier, but I never do anything easy!

Eee, you are too sweet! I love connecting things and bringing people back. Annie and Farlan were teased to come back WAAY early if you caught any of Isabel's dialogue when she spoke about her friends. You bring up a great point too, hopefully in future chapters, Kilian CAN see how loved she is, not just by Levi but by other people. She means so much to me as a character and I think it comes across each time I go to write her. She isn't perfect, she has flaws, but there is something about her that makes you root for her because I try so hard to touch on her human side as well as her darker sides.

I'm really so happy to know that you all laughed at the purposeful jokes I placed in chapter 14, too. I KNEW it was heavy so I also knew in between it, I had to give you all some light-hearted moments too. That little mention of the dress/fallen angel thing also meant a lot to me to put in because I really wanted to show the banter that happens between people who work in hospitals--the jokes and the humor amongst the horror--because I think that's kind of the only way you can get through the day sometimes after doing something as powerful as saving someone's life or helping someone.

Thank you so much for saying that about Annie and Levi's scene! 🥺 I really loved writing that scene because I could quite literally imagine their characters interacting like that and talking to each other like that, so it means the world to me that it felt like that was how things were supposed to be. You are really too kind.

And I'm always happy to help with writing questions if you have them! Honestly I just have an incredibly vivid imagination of characters and who they are. So when I think of how to write them, I think of everything outside of them--what their home smells like, what kind of furniture they like, how they dress, what they like to listen to--I think all of that helps things "come alive", so to speak. So thank you for saying that as well my love!!

Adding Sophia in definitely killed me but not as much as you know who, who I know you touch on later LMFAO so I will GLADLY offer you a hug.

I honestly love writing Eren in this universe, specifically his connection to Kilian. They don't share as many scenes in this story, but the love they have for each other is there and clearly unbroken and I love coming back to it.

Also, I'm SCREAMING at all of your gifs, you were not joking when you said you went through all 5 stages of grief LMFAO ❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭😭.

As for Farlan and Levi's scene, there is definitely a little more to happen before we get to a full closure, although we're definitely on the way there. Obviously can't spoil anything. But you are right when you say he's not sad or hurt anymore. He's moved on! The only thing is, has Kilian moved on from what she's done to him (hence why she always hid from him every time she saw him)? There's a little more to explore there but it will be touched on (trust me, it's allll planned LOL). That part with Levi laughing @ Kilian's fake name was such a treat to write also. Because he would immediately understand where she got her fake name from and why she chose that to give to Farlan. He made all the connections without even needing further explanation and laughed because he knows his girl better than anyone.

Also... Lucas. I know. I KNOW. I KNOW. I HATE MYSELF. LMFAO I CAN'T EVEN READ THAT SCENE AGAIN WITHOUT CRYING. Honestly, why did I do that to MYSELF is the better question. Because lord! Kilian loves Lucas so much, every time we go back to him, it is a source of pain. That is her deepest childhood wound but also her greatest childhood joy, so to quite literally "swim" back to him was her going back to herself to heal. He told her everything she needed to hear in order to know that he was okay, he never faulted her for what happened, and his life was joyous despite being short. By seeing him again and essentially forgiving herself, Kilian could wake up because she was no longer fighting this idea that she didn't deserve to be loved, hence the end quote in chapter 14. "Open the door. Love was on the other side and it was terrifying. Open the door." I wanted it to seem like this whole time that what was on the other side was possibly death--hence the warm light emanating from behind it--but really, it was just love. Kilian had to realize that she still had a life to live because she is so loved. So loved. She deserves to be loved. So walk through the door.

Ending the chapter with welcome back when the last was “wake, up sweetheart.” I SEE WHAT YOUR DOING KW I SEE IT

LMFAOOOO OSHGFOSH. 🌚 Do you now? But seriously, I want to thank you for both of your beautiful, beautiful, asks. You are such a lovely person, and I cannot express how much I appreciate you. You have recharged my writing spirit, made my day, and have been such a light these past two days. It means the world to me that I can touch your soul with my writing, and I truly mean it when I say it, the door is always open for writing questions ANY TIME you have them. Seriously.

I hope to write for as long as the spirit fuels me, and although my relationship with it truthfully waxes and wanes, a lot has happened recently to make me see that it is something that ignites my soul. And in igniting my own spirit, I can ignite others and touch their hearts and that is something that is truly invaluable.

Seriously, I love YOU so much, 💙 anon! You absolutely were another reason to smile today. I'm smiling now even as I head to bed. Thank you. I cherish you so much. You are always welcome to gush in my inbox, about anything, any time.

[haiseovo]

mine

a michael myers fanfic hehehe

warnings: smut, NSFW, non-con, predator prey, creampie, oral(m receiving), fingering(f receiving), face fucking, toxic relationship dynamic, blood play, my amerture writing, and of course our dear Michael.

“god! do you always have to be such a dick about everything!” you snapped, glaring up at your lover, who simply stared down at you blankly. that only seemed to spur on your rage. “he was just a friend! why cant my friends walk me home when it's late at night and you're not around? do you want me to go everywhere alone? do you not understand that you're not the only dangerous thing around here?” you were insanely frustrated. your lover didn't seem phased, only annoyed. “you don't need to try and kill every man in my life, Michael!” you hissed, standing your ground for once. Michael just didn't understand the concept of friends, and because of that, tried to kill your coworker who was just worried about you getting home safe. he didn't even stop to listen as you tried to explain that your coworker, was in fact gay. he had no ulterior motives other than to make sure you were ok, which you appreciated. if you weren't there to close the door when you did and use yourself as a human barricade, your coworker would have been dead. Michael was not happy with you trying to protect him so adamantly, and took it as obviously you were cheating on him, which is how this whole argument started. it was mostly one sided, seeing as how Michael hardly ever spoke, but it was still frustrating nonetheless. you had had enough, pushing past him and stomping up the stairs, grabbing a small duffle bag to pack some clothes in. michael had followed, grabbing your wrist as you shoved clothes into the bag. the look he gave you was annoyed and questioning. “im leaving for a while. i can't be around someone that doesnt trust me enough to have my GAY coworker walk me home.” you spoke coldly as you wrenched your arm from his gasp, earning a sharp glare. Michael grabbed your arm again, and you struggled to get it free. “Michael, let me go! im leaving!” he wasn't happy with that, throwing you down on the bed. you quickly got up and scrambled off of it, immediately heading for the door. Michael missed grabbing you by just a centimeter as you bolted down the trails, your angry boyfriend hot on your trail. just as you made it to the door, Michael lunged to grab you, and you just narrowly avoided, dipping into the kitchen. it was a game of cat and mouse now, and frankly, Michael wasn't going to lose. when he went to grab you again, you just barely managed to duck under his arm, running back up the stairs. you scanned quickly for a place to hide, but you took too long. soon, there was an arm around your waist as you were hauled over Michael's shoulder, headed to the bedroom. you kicked your legs, punched his back, twisted and turned to struggle, but nothing deterred him. “Michael! let me go! i want to lea-AH!” you were tossed onto the bed, Michael on top of you before the springs could make you bounce. his face was close to yours, you could see his eyes through the holes in his mask. he was upset, and about to take all his frustrations out on you.

You struggled, only to be pushed further into the mattress by Michael, his hands pinning your painfully against it, the rest of your body being held down by the weight of his. This continued for a few minutes before you finally lost all energy, only glaring up at him harshly. “Let me go.” You said simply, no affection in your tone, to which Michael simply pressed further into you, shocking you. There was something hard pressing against you, and a blush crawled up to your cheeks. Michael turned off the lamp from where he was on the bed, drowning you in darkness. “Michael, this isn’t funny. Let me leave.” You tried to hold your ground, but your resolve was slowly crumbling. You felt a pair of warm lips against your neck, kissing up and down it before Michael dug his teeth into your flesh. He bit down hard enough to break the skin, lapping up the blood that spilled out. You whimpered beneath him, biting the inside of your cheek. You were mad at him, but that didn’t stop it from feeling good. His tongue soothed the ache that his teeth caused, any small movement you made only being cause for him to press further in to you. as much as you wanted to be mad, to continue to fight, you couldn't. at the end of the day your love for michael was stronger than any anger you might have felt. he rolled his hips against yours as he suckled softly on the new bite mark, grinding against you in just the right way. he eventually released your tender skin, dragging his tongue along it one last time to collect the last few droplets of blood. he groaned deeply at the taste, enjoying how sweet your blood was on his tongue. he wasted no time after that to rip off your top, quite literally at that, tearing it down the middle and peeling it off your body, your bra following in suit pretty soon after. Michael kept you pinned to the bed as he moved to latch on to one of your nipples, sucking on it harshly, flicking his tongue against it as it hardened under his touch. you moaned and arched your back, pushing your breasts into his face more, not that he minded. he switched between each nipple every few minutes, moving one of his hands to wrap around your neck, squeezing just enough to let you know who was in charge, cutting off a bit of your airflow, not too much though. he kissed, licked, and bit his way down the rest of your body, leaving marks in his wake, before peeling off the rest of your clothes. he removed his hand from your neck, only to force your legs apart. he looked up at you as he kissed up your thighs, getting painfully close to where you needed him most. he only ghosted over your entrance with his lips, not giving you the release you oh so desperately needed. he kept teasing you like that, not giving your weeping hole any attention, only enough to keep you on edge for him. suddenly, almost too quickly for you to register, he was off of you. he grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you off the bed until you were on your knees in front of him, between his legs. the bulge in his coveralls was painfully evident. he didn't say a word as he unzipped them, tugging them off, leaving you presented with his hard erection. it was blushed at the tip, veins more prominent than usual, the head already leaking precum. you swallowed thickly, already knowing what was to come. Michael pushed your head closer, wordlessly telling you what to do. you opened your mouth, giving kitten licks before putting the tip in your mouth. you tried to let yourself warm up, but Michael had other plans. he roughly pushed your head down onto his cock, making you choke and gag a bit as you struggled to accommodate his length. he felt heavy on your tongue, and forced your throat into an uncomfortable stretch, not that he cared. he set a brutal pace, thrusting up into your mouth as he forced you down into them, reveling in the choked noises you were making. drool dripped messily from your lips, tears pooling in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks. you looked an absolute wreck, and Michael loved it. he hadn’t even fucked you yet and you were already so messy, how cute. he didn’t let up, not giving you a break as he used your mouth like a fleshlight, a few grunts and moans slipping out occasionally as he got closer to his release. you could tell he wouldn't last much longer when his grip on your hair tightened, earning a whimper at the sting, leaving behind a dull throbbing sensation. Michael pulled you down one last time, driving his cock deep down your throat, loving how your throat squeezed him as he held you there. with a groan, he came down your throat, pulling you off once he came down from his high. he chuckled drying as he held your face in one hand, adoring how your eyes were glazed over with tears, your face messy from spit and a little bit of cum that escaped during his assault. you stared up at him in a dazed state, only to be pulled off the floor and shoved back onto the bed. two fingers were shoved in your mouth, and you sucked on them obediently. once they were wet enough, Michael took them out, moving to play with your slit instead. he teased your entrance before sliding the two fingers in, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he thrusted them in and out at a slow but rough pace, hitting places you couldn't reach on your own. he forced your walls to accommodate to his fingers, loving how you squeezed them whenever the tips would graze that sweet spot in you. “fuck-Michael! just like that!” it didn’t take long for you to feel on edge, Michael knowing just the right ways to push you around and get you begging for more. before you could reach your high, you were left with an overwhelming feeling of emptiness. Michael had pulled his fingers out of you. 

you whined at the sudden lack of pleasure, pawing at him, silently begging for more, but he wouldn’t crack, reveling in the broken state you were in. without a word, he grabbed your thighs and pushed them up to your chest, leaving you intimately exposed to him. he could see the way your puffy lips were glistening with your slick, pink and begging for him to satisfy you. it made him feral, he wanted nothing more than to leave you a disgusting pitiful wreck. and that's just what he was going to do. the tip of his cock slid up and down your folds, collected the essence that seeped out of you, grinding on you and giving you the slightest semblance of relief. you sighed softly, your head falling back into the pillows as you felt the familiar sting between your legs. michael had pushed into you, slowly, as to not hurt you. well, not too much. but pretty soon the tip was pressed firmly against your cervix, and you hadn’t even taken all of him yet. he gave you a moment to adjust, slowly grinding and rolling his hips in the process, just to get some kind of friction. he looked so pretty like this. hands firmly pressed down into the back of your thighs, muscles tight as he tried to have any kind of self restraints. his long messy blond hair fell into his face and off his broad shoulders, cold blue eyes boring down into you, swarming with too many emotions to decipher. his jaw was clenched, the slight stubble that decorated his face emphasizing that. just sight of him made you clench with need, the little ministrations of his hips making you desperate for more. once you seemed adjusted enough, michael pulled out almost all the way, leaving just the tip in before slamming back in until both of your hips met. the action had you seeing stars as you grabbed onto his forearms, nails digging into the flesh. a deep throaty growl left michaels lips as he continued to thrust into you aggressively, taking all his pent up frustrations out on your tight cunt. he pulled you into each thrust, the loud slapping of skin almost drowning out your incoherent begging and moans. his pelvis slapped against your clit with every jerk of his hips, rubbing it in just the right way. “please-Please! fuck, Michael! d-don’t stop!” you gasped and begged pitifully, earning an almost invisible smirk from the man above you. he slowed his brutal pace, leaning down so his lips were right by your ear. “i’ve just started, and you’re already fucked so dumb? stupid whore.” he rasped out into your ear, biting down on the shell of it softly, his soft pants warming your skin as he returned to pounding into you. he moved one of his hands from your thigh and pressed it into your stomach, making the both of you feel how deep he was bulging in you. “feel that? feel how deep i am in you?” he hummed out, pressing his hips flush with yours, as if to emphasize his point. you could only nod, unable to find words. your body was on fire, your nether regions burned with pleasure, and the deepest parts of you ached with the ongoing assault. it was overwhelming, all you could focus on was how good Michael was making you feel. that familiar warmth was starting to form, and you clenched at the feeling. “who owns you? who makes you feel this good, (y/n).” he was demanding an answer from you with the way his hips violents met yours. you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks. “you! god, you, Michael! you own me! only you can make me feel this good!” you babbled out, wanting him to let you have your release. “fuckin’ right.” it seemed like he somehow managed to become even more rough, an almost animalistic pace being set as he buried himself into you over and over again. you wish you could have savored the sound of his voice, it being a treat you didn’t get quite often, but the overwhelming pleasure engulfing you made your head too fuzzy to truly appreciate it. it was too much, and you couldn’t help yourself from gushing around his cock. your back arched and your eyes rolled back, his name leaving your lips like a prayer you couldn’t grasp. Michael didn’t let up, he thoroughly fucked you through your orgasm, leaving you in a fuzzy and out of body state as he chased his own orgasm. your body went limp against him, letting him use your hole as his personal fuck toy, too fucked out to even process it. another orgasm was already creeping in, you tensed, Michael was close too. his breathing was short pants, occasional grunts or growls leaving his pretty lips as he finally found his own high. he slammed into you a few more times, forcing one more orgasm from you as he filled you to the brim with his seed. the warmth spread in the deepest parts of you as his teeth found perch in your neck, earning a weak whimper. he kept his cock in you for a little while as he slowly came down, his hips mindlessly rutting into you for a short while. “hu-fuck-” he huffed out, slowly pulling out of you. he watched as his cum leaked out of you, filling him with a sense of satisfaction and pride as he scooped it up with his fingers and pushed it back into your now flushed red hole. you shakily laid your legs out, still spread since Michael was still between them. your whole body was trembling in the afterglow, and you couldn’t think straight enough to realize your lover had decided to lay down next to you. you were brought back to reality when you felt his arms around you, pulling your body into his. “mine.” he mumbled into your hair, nuzzling into the messy locks in a rare display of affection. your heart warmed, and you nestled closer to him. “only yours..” you reassured, unable to be mad at him anymore.

[ivyuns]

what do i call you? - jake (i)

genre: angst | fluff

word count: 1.6k

warnings: f boy jake, gaslighting, mean toxic ex! jake, cheating, mentions of sunghoon, drinking, almost being hospitalized, skipping meals, chosing your lover over your friends type, lowkey suggestive!, heartbreaks, lmk what i missed!

inspo by: what do i call you by taeyeon and f.u by little mix 

synopsis: a walking red flag right in front of you, but you were too blinded by love to notice him

note: naur me and my friend were just chatting and then she goes like sending a kanye west song saying this reminds of her if jake was a toxic ex and he would listen to this after he gaslighted u and yeah just made me think fr! the alt. ending will be saur much better i promise ill get it posted asap

alt. ending 

your lover you once knew is now a stranger to you. all the memories faded.

"don't date him" "you're gonna regret talking to him" "he's a red flag y/n" god how were you so stupid to not listen to them.

you snuck into one of jakes frat parties, after he told you he couldn't hang out and did a rain check on your date. you felt unsteady.

your friend, sunghoon, had texted you. asking if you had a date with jake today. 'he canceled on me today :(' you replied. next thing you saw was a photo of a girl on jakes lap.

you got up and got dressed up to visit one of the fraternities house on campus, thoughts running in your head. you felt dizzy, you' wanted to throw up

and he was right. the girl was still on him, attaching her lips to his neck.

the day after, jake came over to your house first thing in the morning. you wanted to stay in bed and thought about all the feedback you received after you told your friends about you and jake as a newly couple.

you placed your arms above your eyes, a few tears running down. you felt your bed dip on the empty spot next to you. "you okay?" he asked. you wanted to say no. and tell him what you saw last night, but you didn't want him to know. "yes" you replied.

your head hurted like crazy, rhe sudden rush of tears ran through and you sobbed into jakes chest. he held you close, patting your head. as if no other girl was on him less than 12 hours ago.

jake had been avoiding you for the past weeks now. always refusing to see you, refusing to do anything, yet he always lies awake with a different girl with him in bed.

sunghoon had monitored the blonde guy ever since he saw him cheating the first place, yet he still doesn't know why you're still with him.

you were left home alone, crying at the fact that you're now doing this. you're finally breaking up with him.

jake had woken up at an unreasonable hour, having the sudden feeling to text you. before he could press on your contact, his screen was indicating that you were calling.

"hi y/n!-"

"come over"

he quickly got dressed and left his house, happy to see you. but when he knocked on your door and opened it, he saw your head buried in your knees. "y/n-" you looked up at him. eyes red and puffy.

his eyes softened and walked up to you, but you stopped him. "let's break up." you said bitterly. tsk. jake thought. "baby, you cant get rid of me that easily" he smirked. he walked up to you and almost placed his lips on your neck but you harshly pushed him away.

"yo!" he shouted. "i said let's break up!" you screamed at him. "i saw you, sunghoon saw you, cheating on me. 3 times now." at this point, jake was mad angry. "so you're talking to other boys behind my back now?" he bent down to your level. "i didn't say you were allowed to talk to boys, did i baby?"

you smacked him across the face, tired of whoever this person is in front of you. "s-shut the fuck up. you cant control me." physical touch and words he didn't like? oh he saw red.

"stop being so fucking insecure. you probably slept with sunghoon didn't you? that's why you're accusing me of cheating." he walked your way, backing you up against the wall. "you whore, always thinking you can get passed me" he lifted your face up, staring straight to his eyes.

"i cant believe i dated someone like you. accusing me of cheating when you're sleeping with some other boys. i think you're the cheater here. we're breaking up." he grabbed his belongings, whispering insults to you.

tears fell as he blamed you for everything, shutting the door closed shut. you felt sick, fell to your knees and wish you saw this sooner.

as the days passed, you thought you would've handled the breakup well. but you realized you didn't have anyone to talk to anymore. all your friends left you after you chose jake over them, and you would usually tell jake your problems. you and sunghoon aren't that close so you had nobody.

you wanted to feel so free now that he was gone. so you got up and got dressed, did your makeup and went to the bar across the street from you.

you ignored all the guys asking you questions and sitting next to you. it didnt feel right, now that jake was no longer yours. he can go fuck someone else now. but you had let him go to find happiness for yourself.

but also after he called you names.

it was now 4 am and you were drowned by the alcohol you've consumed. you fell asleep on the counter, not moving after the barista had poked you many times.

you felt your body being pulled, holding you bridal style. half asleep, half awake but mostly asleep, you subconsciously wrapped your arms around them. "i missed you jake"

as your body hit your soft bed, sunghoon felt sad for you. your room was a mess, he had his sister help your drunk sleepy self take off your makeup and got you in more comfortable clothes. he couldn't help but let a few tears fall as he realized you've lost so much weight during this road to recovery. dark eye bags, and puffiness. he left you a glass of water next to your nightstand before he left you alone in your room.

as the morning came upon, you woke up wincing. the headache banging through your skull. "agh" you quickly screamed.

but you suddenly remembered jake. you opened your eyes and looked everywhere for him, but he was nowhere found in your room. you went to the main area and screamed when you saw sunghoon sleeping on your couch.

"sunghoon!" you screamed. he tumbled down your small couch. he got up and saw your distressed self. "what are you doing here?" you asked him. "what were you doing at the bar at 4 am?" you stayed silent. so jake didn't actually pick you up? you quietly went back to your bedroom.

sunghoon followed you, "hey! what's wrong?" he asked you. you couldn't help but cry. how could you miss somebody who had cheated on you more than two times and called you names. "you miss him, don't you?" you nodded. sunghoon sighed. how was he going to tell you jake missed you too?

you haven't showed up to campus in a hot while, making your old friends worried, especially jake. when he left, he realized his mistake. he knew he was wrong for cheating on you and being caught in 4k. he was wrong for calling you names. wrong for calling out your insecurities.

he went home and saw the picture of you two on your first date on the floor, glass broken. ah, he forgot about that. he accidentally bumped into the frame while he was busy making out with the girl he brought home.

jake bent down and picked up the picture, some glass piercing into his skin. and that's when he broke down. he saw how genuinely happy you were.

he hasn't had any parties in a while, he didn't bring girls home. but he didn't want to show that he was broken from this break up. after all, he did ask for it.

he acted tough during school, but when he got inside the comfort of his home, he fell to his knees. memories of you everywhere.

your friends knew something was wrong when they saw jakes cold face walking into the classroom without you for days. they tried contacting you but you probably deleted their numbers after what happened.

"jake, where's your girlfriend?" they went up to him. he rolled his eyes. "her name is y/n. and do not refer her as my girlfriend again."

but, jake couldn't keep it anymore. he heard from others that sunghoon had been helping you since then. "that should be me." he thought.

he knew he was toxic and possessive to you. but he couldn't control it. he wanted you for him only. he doesn't know what made him switch up when he had brought girls home, knowing damn well you were still his.

since that day, he thought you were doing fine. but he's been hearing rumors saying you were at the risk of getting hospitalized for drinking too much and losing your little cute baby cheeks he loved to squish all the time. this is all his fault.

you laid in bed, unmotivated for anything once again. sunghoon had brought in soup and snacks every once in awhile, only to find out you haven't ate anything. you felt bad, appreciating his gesture. but you didn't want to do anything at all.

this time, sunghoon had brought a stop to this unending sadness. he called jake, telling him to hurry up to your house. he told him every detail about you.

jake had entered your house and gave a little wave to sunghoon and he silently walked into your room. oh how he wanted to cry from the moment he walked in.

your untouched food on your desk and your little figure hiding underneath the blankets, just a few hair stands sticking out. it looked like you were barely breathing.

he carefully picked up your blanket and slid under it, hugging your cold figure. he saw red stains on your cheeks and your puffy under eyes. your almost boney cheeks. he pulled you closer, planting a kiss on your head.

"jake?" you whispered, no energy to speak up. he looked down to where your face is, "yes baby, i'm right here" he nodded, wiping your tears that threaten to fall. "im here my love."

end.

(2022) © dont repost or copy | @ivyuns

[landograndprix]

Can I request stepdad!lee sneaking into readers room at night and he’s pounding into her while she’s half asleep. Maybe even someone goes into the bathroom so he has to be quiet hehe

18+ only, minors dni! 

step-dad!lee masterlist 

warnings : ̗̀➛ cheating, swearing, somnophilia (kinda, with consent), unprotected sex, pet names (sugar, baby girl)

wordcount : ̗̀➛ 874

"Hey sugar it's me," Lee shushes as you stir awake, the mattress dipping where he sits down "it's just me." 

You groan tiredly and lift your head from your pillow to take a quick look at Lee sitting upright next to you and as your eyes have to adjust to the bright light of the lamp that stands on your bedside table you can still clearly see the tent growing in his pants. 

You know why your step-dad is here, it's nothing new. The two of you have been fooling around for months– after living with a constantly grunpy lee, you were the one to jokingly invite him into your room late at night to fuck his frustrations out after a long day at work but lee didn't have to be told twice and since then always found his way to your bedroom fucking you face first into your mattress while you're still half asleep and when his wife, your mother and your siblings we're just a couple rooms apart from yours. 

"I need you sugar," Lee groans softly, shifting uncomfortably as the fabric of his pants and underwear sit tight against his erect cock "need to be inside you." 

Sleepily and with a yawn you let your head fall down onto your pillow and as you lay your stomach flat against the mattress and spread your legs ever so slightly, you mumble your approval. 

A grin grows on Lee's lips, feeling like a kid in a candy store. Standing back onto his feet, Lee unbuckles his belt and unzips his zip and pulls his pants and underwear down in one motion– a chill running down his back as a cold breeze wafts against the sensitive skin of his cock, painful almost. He groans. 

Taking a step back, Lee grabs the thick blanket that covers your body and tosses them aside. His cock twitching at the sight of your still clothes ass all to himself. Lee lifts up the fabric of your nightgown, exposing skin he's kissed many times before and throws one of his legs over your body, mattress dipping once again as he positions himself– his cock brushes against your panties. 

"Can't wait to be inside you," Lee groans. 

Successfully pulling down your panties, lee rubs his cock between your cheeks, a low growl falling from his lips but he cant wait any longer, he can't keep teasing himself after the rough day at the station and another fight with you mother– lee brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them before quickly running them through your folds, the satisfied mummer coming from you sounds like a sweet melody. 

"Ready sugar?" Lee whispers but never gives you a chance to say a thing and slowly pushes his cock inside you, letting you adjust to his size and the way he fills you up. Lee growls when your walls clench around you but as he's about to move his hips, the sound footsteps outside your room freezes him. Steps growing louder and louder– lee holds his breath as if it could be heard through the walls of your bedroom. And he knows better, everyone was fast asleep when he got home. Nobody had a reason to march into your room late at night– he should've locked your door. 

The footsteps fade away and a door closing follows after– lee inhales deeply and without hesitation starts to rock his hips back and forth, his hands gripping your hips tight and from where he is, he can see the your face, blissed and half asleep but fully aware of the way he's making you feel. 

His hips slam against your ass as he picks up his speed the tip of his cock brushing against your sensitive spot perfectly making you clench your walls– lee groans and let's go of your hips, hands roaming up your back and find their way to the back of your head and pushes you into the pillow ever so softly. 

Lee watches the features on your face twist as he hits the spot again and again with deep sharp thrusts. 

Leaning closer to you, his hot breath fans the side of your face where he plants a kiss on your temple and whispers in your ear "You're so good to me, sugar." 

Steadily thrusting in and out, Lee feels your walls clench around him and like him, you're close too. Lee places one of his hands over your mouth, knowing how loud you could get in the moment and not wanting to wake up your siblings or worse, your mother. 

Becoming rough and sloppy, Lee snaps his hips against you even harsher and deeper. 

"Cum for me, pretty girl." 

Just the sound of his voice and another thrusts has you falling from the edge, your moans muffled by the hand clasped over your mouth and stars cloud your vision. 

"Shit," Lee mumbles, your walls clenching around his cock making him cum himself, spilling his seed inside you, rocking his hips back and forth till he's spilled every single drop and his cock goes limp. 

Lee pushes himself off the bed, gets back into his pants and leans back to you for a sweet kiss. 

"Thanks sugar, I needed that."

[wri0thesley]

nat! i know you've written a lot of "walking in on reader masturbating and moaning their name" headcanons for JoJo. can i ask for some with the Jujutsu Kaisen boys? (I don't know what your rules are for amount of people in JJK but maybe Gojo, Nanami, Getou and Toji? Sukuna and Mahito if you're feeling those too!)

oho anon, this is one of those tropes i can never get tired of writing

♡ Gojo probably knew what was going on before he even walked in on you. Very little slips by him, and even less slips past his Six Eyes; he’s probably noticed how your eyes seem to slide over him and then you perhaps wet your lip, shift a little. He’s used to being the subject of adoration; he finds the fact you obviously have a crush on him adorable. Alright, he hadn’t realised just how far your crush had gotten - but he’s cocky enough that he can’t blame you. Still. He makes a big deal about throwing open the door, opening his mouth as if to say something-- a smirk on his lips as you pull up the covers of your bed, embarrassment flooding your face. The door is closed behind him. He lifts his blindfold enough that you’re once again captivated by those eyes with their shifting galaxies and constellations - his mouth looks so inviting, and your body (so close to your release, and yet so far) gives a throb as if to say ‘you haven’t finished yet’. You don’t know if the fact that Gojo hasn’t said anything is a good thing or a bad thing, and you take a long, shuddering breath. 

His lips stretch into a grin. He moves towards you quickly, already pulling off his clothes - again, he’s cocky enough to think that you won’t say no. When he lands on your bed with a thump, he’s immediately caging your body underneath his, all bright, manic energy.

“Was I good in your head, doll? Because lemme tell you, it won’t compare at all to the genuine article--”

- ♡ -

♡ Nanami is a gentleman to the bone. He probably heard his name and opened the door, thinking you were calling for him - not expecting to see your eyes closed, your thighs pressed with your hands between them, your chest heaving. He actually panics a little at first; his first instinct is to close the door immediately, pretend this has never happened (and probably touch himself to the thought of it later, because he can already feel his body responding). It’s the sigh, the cant of your hips, the muffled whimper again of “Kento--” coming out of your mouth that makes him stay. He’s been hankering after you for months, never imagining that you’d feel the same way--

He clears his throat and your eyes snap open. There he is; the object of your fantasies, in his neat shirt and tie, removing his glasses and looking at you with those sharp, incrutable eyes. At first, you think he is going to chastise you for being so unprofessional. And then, he takes a step towards the bed, and then another. His eyes linger over your skin, and it feels as though Nanami is taking in more than just your sweaty, needy form. 

“I--I’m more than willing to help with that,” he says, eventually. “If you’re amenable.”

Oh. You sure are. 

- ♡ -

♡ Geto will be polite. He’s polite in a smug way, though - taking his time to look over your form before you notice he’s there. Like Gojo, he’d have seen you looking at him - encouraged it with a slow smile, a hand on your shoulder that perhaps lingered a little too long. He thought you would break for him eventually, but he never imagined that it would happen like this - not that he’s complaining.

You know he’s there because he murmurs your name, like he’s rolling something delicious in his mouth, like he’s savouring catching you like this. Still, never let it be said he isn’t chivalrous - when you go to apologise, already burning, Geto smiles at you indulgently. 

“You could have just asked,” he says to you, raising one perfect eyebrow. “Would you like to do that now?” Getou would like to hear you say it; wants it to spill from your lips the same way he just heard his name doing. If you don’t ask him, he probably will simply smile that inscrutable smile of his and leave. Thankfully, you choose the right option. You whimper out a soft plea for some assistance, now that you know that he’s pleased to have found you in this state--

“Ah,” he says, as he reaches a hand to his chin, cupping his face, tilting it to one side. “Good. If you’ll allow me - I can think of something that might feel better than your fingers--” 

- ♡ -

♡ Toji is going to make the most of this. Toji is utterly shameless - the thing that alerts you to his presence is a low laugh, cigarette-rough and whisky smooth. You immediately open your eyes, press your legs closer together, bite your lip - only for Toji to move closer towards you (not closing your door), like a wolf stalking a rabbit. He’s not just moving towards you like a predator - he’s looking at you like one, sizing you up, caressing every single inch of your body bared for him (he’s been doing that for months, imagining under your clothes - might as well get a fair look at the real thing). There’s that laugh again, when you hopelessly reach for the covers to tug them over yourself only to be stopped by one of Toji’s big hands. 

“Aww, no need to get shy now, sweetheart. I don’t mind lookin’ at ya.”

His hand on yours travels up your arm, sending sparks of fire through you - making your heart beat so fast you can barely breathe, making your mind short-circuit. He touches you more - palming at your chest, chuckling at how you lean into his touch unconsciously. The bed dips down under his weight and you make a soft noise of surprise that he thinks is the cutest fuckin’ thing he’s heard in an age. His other hand rests on your thigh, rough against your soft skin, looking so big on you that he can barely stand it--

“You gonna show me how wet ya got thinkin’ about me, huh?” 

- ♡ -

♡ Sukuna is another person . . . being . . . who will not be shameless at all that he’s caught you. Do not expect him to let you know that you’ve been caught in any way that sounds like or relates to the terms ‘tactfully’, ‘carefully’ or ‘quietly’. The minute Sukuna sees you doing that, his name on your lips like a prayer, you are going to find yourself pinned beneath all four arms, his massive size dwarfing you, his eyes running all over your prone body like he owns it.

He basically does, now. You’ve as good as expressed your devotion to him, and Sukuna expects devotion to be made good on. You’re his now, for better or for worse, so hopefully you really thought about it before you even started this whole thing. He won’t bother asking as he pulls a kiss from your mouth, teeth digging into your bottom lip, eyes hungry. 

“As pretty as this sight is, little morsel,” he says, his voice so deep that it makes your toes curl, your body clench around the fingers you almost definitely still have inside you because Sukuna was simply on you that quickly. “You should know that you don’t deserve any pleasure until mine’s been satisfied--”

- ♡ -

♡ Mahito will not make any attempt to be shamed about the position he’s found you in. Hell, you probably don’t even notice him until he’s right beside you and he’s bending over you, eyes wide, smile on his face. He’s fascinated by it, more than anything - the way your chest is heaving, the light sheen of sweat on your forehead, the way your teeth keep biting into your lower lip, the fan of your lashes against your cheeks - the impassioned murmurs of his name, sounding very pretty in your mouth--

You actually open your eyes and notice him because he touches you, unable to resist seeing if your skin feels any different (hotter, he notes). You moan even as you blink at him through syrupy eyelids - for a minute, you don’t register what’s even going on, because the moment that Mahito has found out touching you gets that kind of reaction, he’s going to enthusiastically touch you more, and this feels exactly like a scene from one of your fantasies.

You’re brought back to earth, and the fact that yes, the curse is really right there, and yes, his fingers are immediately heading southwards to see what kind of noises he can wrest from you there, by Mahito’s head tipping to the side as he asks you (with a hint of curiousity in his tone and a hint of wickedness);

“Are all humans this sensitive? Or are you just special?”

-  ♡ -

[dylansslutt]

daddy issues 2/ r.c

part two of daddy issues!!!

this was highly requested along with taking forever to be posted. life’s been crazy, went to mystic falls (covington, georgia) tons of stuff of tvd coming! along with seeing Harry in concert.

also this will have a third part, this will be steaming but only..

WARNINGS: THIS CHAPTER IS VERY INTENSE AND ROUGH. DEALING WITH ABUSE OF (LUKE) ALONG WITH ABUSE OF NEAR RAPE EXPERIENCE !!!! ALSO DEALS WITH COCAINE AND HURTFUL WORDS ECT.

IF YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS TO THESE DO NOT READ! FOR OTHERS  there is another chapter

lmk if you think it should lead to rough/sad ending , or steamy sexy ending. i cant decide.

if you enjoy leave some love :) NONE OF MY WORK SHOULD BE REWRITTEN! ALL WORK IS MINE. DONT STEAL PLS!!!

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“If anything goes south you can always call me. What utter bullshit.” Selene mumbles to herself. Of course, rafe would play the nice guy. after the fact that he just got jj fucking arrested.

He beat the shit out of Pope, while delivering groceries the day he was at work. Him and topper hit him with golf clubs, literally jumped the poor kid.

So pope and JJ sink toppers boat, and Jj takes the blame. I bit my lip as I watched my brother come out the door with my dad. With everything going on I got stuck back with Luke.

I would’ve left by now, but not making much money for a apartment, and leaving jay stuck by himself. No thanks, that would be awful. i want to get a second job, prove i can support myself along with jj... maybe john b too if i could; he has enough shit on his plate.

I sink back into my seat as the arrive closer to the truck, knowing it’s best to be quiet. Luke sat there for a second before throwing a punch towards jj.

“Dad!” I lean forward grabbing his arm, “stop!” his elbow swings back slamming into my nose. Blood immediately pours from it. i grip my nose, as jj blood splatters against the window.

“Do you know how much y’a fuckin’ costed me?” Another swing. Tears fell down my cheeks, searing pain radiates through my face. i glance around through my blurred vision, grabbing the biggest thing near me.

i swung it, luke thrown forward by the blow of the binder in my hand.

“ENOUGH!”

jj is cowered in the corner, i try to move back as his eyes lifted; making direct contact with mine. he glared, without a blink swung his fist back towards me. my ears rang as my head flew towards the right. catching myself against the back car window.

ringing was all i heard, the motion of the car bringing me to reality. i tried to keep quiet but the pain was unbearable.

Everything was quiet, or maybe it’s just the ringing in my ears. I struggle to keep my vision straight. He almost knocked me the fuck out.

I know by now that what I just did was the stupidest thing alive, but I had to get him off jay’s back. I leaned against the window, holding my groans in.

The pain was unbearable.

i sat quietly in the back, trying to stop my nose from bleeding. i knew once we got home it was a ‘pack our shit- and dip’ type of shit. i catch jay’s eyes in the rearview mirror a few times; i tried my best to avoid his gaze.

it hurt me, a lot. i was the oldest, im the one supposed to take care of this; of us. to watch my own father beat my brother, swing on me. it hurt. i dont have  the physical strength to handle my fathers drunken rage.

i have to get us out of here, i need to find a second job asap. help take care of my family. i ignored my fathers remarks on the way back to the house, knowing silence was the best of option.

jj quickly rushed in avoiding my father. i trailed after him, slipping into my room. i allow myself to cry softly as i stare at my image in the mirror. i was 19 years old, and i looked weak and pathetic.

the music and yells from the living room made me divert my eyes, landing on my lit up phone.

i quickly picked it up, a message from jay.

are u coming with me to john b’s

i bit my lip,  no debate there honestly.

yes.

ill be out in the front, gimme like 5 mins

—

I sat on the hammock outside, enjoying time to myself. Everyone knew to let me be alone, when I needed it.

The soft breeze cooled my skin from the summer heat. I could almost fall asleep out here.

My phone buzzes making my eyebrows furrow, I glance at the message

rafe

no text ? Ouch.

I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to answer. I already smoked tonight. The alcohol i drank not even doing anything i wished for.

You knew who Barry was, your dads dealer. You’ve dealt with him a few times when you and your friends use to get stuff.

And now I really wanted some. I wanted to end this miserable night with something fun.

I find Barry’s number through my endless contacts. Asking if I can swing by in 15 mins.

I sat up going inside, I ignore the laughs from the group as I grab some cash and my bag.

I stopped awkwardly at the hall, “hey guys. Madison and Luke broke up, girl code gonna go help.” I mention w girl I used to hang out with as a excuse.

Kie gives me soft eyes, “ugh that sucks!” jj nods and everyone else goes back to what they were doing.

It’s scary how good I can lie, just like that. No questions.

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i made way down the road, praying my dad didn’t randomly decide to pop up. eventually, i made way up the front of barry’s place. your dads truck wasn’t here so you knew you were in the clear

already texted barry my arrival, i made way into the house. the mix of cigarette’s and weed filled my nostrils. my eyes scan the area, particularly landing on a certain someone.

the one that caused everything today.

rafe cameron.

i ignore his presence, not even wondering why he’s here, or what he’s here for. barry not so far from the boy, chuckled. i kept my hair in front of my face, already knowing i have a black eye.

“lil maybank, what you doin’ here?” his voice rang out. i shrug my shoulders, “oh you know...”

he smirked, “oh i do know.” i glare at him, “just like yo’ daddy.”

i ignore the other gaze i get from rafe, rolling my eyes. “shut up barry, you don’t like when i speak up. remember?”

barry eyes shoot daggers into mine, but he fell short. his gaze softens at my appearance but neverless;  he turned the other way; making me mentally thank him.

“how much?”

i pull out $50, “fuck with me for $50.” barry scales up the white powder. the one i desperately missed the most. he hands me the baggie, “here, you wanna try a bump first. make sure you like it?”

i knew he was only being nice because he felt bad. we used to be really cool with each other a few years ago, but after one night everything changed.

i sit down beside rafe, still not even acknowledging he’s here. barry looked between us, “you ain’t met country club?”

i nod, “yeah, he’s the one who got my brother sent to jail.” i spat, not even giving him a chance to speak up, before lifting the cut up straw, snorting the line laid out in front of me. i forgot how my nose was still bruised, it had a dull ache after that. then it began to feel numb.

barry bust out laughing, “no fuckin’ way, bro. you fucked up for that.”

i ignore him, hitting the second line with the other nostril. i love the feeling of both sides being numb. i sit back, wiping the tip of my nose, cautiously. rafe still sat quiet next to me, which started making me feel uneasy.

“i ugh- i gotta go, thanks b. i’ll catch ya’ around later.” i quickly grab my stuff, walking out the door. footsteps trailed behind me. already knowing who’s following.

 “selene, wait!”

i continue walking until i’m pulled back. “wait a second, fuck.”

i look up at him, eyes furrowed with anger. “no, im not gonna fuckin’ wait! you wanna play all fucking nice guy to me and literally fuck my brother over, you fucked me over.”

“i-i it wasn-”

“fucking save the bullshit rafe, you jumped pope. jj took the blame because unlike you.” my finger pokes his chest. “he knew pope has a future ahead of him. he’s not a strung out, immature, pathetic little boy with daddy issues.”

rafes eyes glare down into mine, his body almost shaking. i quickly step back, the words process through my head. oh my god, i know im angry but fuck.

rafe chuckles, “it wasn’t me. it was topper, but yeah i did beat up pope. you may say he has a future, but pogues dont have futures, selene.”

he steps closer, as i gulp frozen in place.

“you have no future, your just like your daddy. didn’t think i heard the rumors. no wonder you are a fucking attention seeker, because you, selene, have daddy issues.” he spat. “i mean fuck- look at you! like literally look at you right now.”

i felt my eyes began to water, going to make a remark but he cut me off again.

“your fucking pathetic.”

"fuck you.” i slap him clear across his cheek. not even caring if he’d try anything back, i storm off in the other direction. fuck, what the fuck just happened?

—

i walk down the road, it was dark; street lamps giving the only source of light. i sniffle, tears fell down my cheeks as i hear his voice replay in my head.

i follow the trail off to my old spot, once in view i sit down on the park bench. i take my phone case off, setting it down on my lap. i get everything crushed and lined up before snorting a few lines.

i put everything back up before heading back towards the road, john b’s couch calling my name. i rub my nose, making sure no evidence could be left. i pull out my phone checking my appearance.

god the sight made me wanna throw up, my nose and eyes were bruised. my eyes swollen, red. i really need to get my shit together.

i continue down the road before a engine rumbles down the road. i swear to fucking god, if this is rafe tryna pull the same shit.

my eyes squinted as i try to look at the vehicle. that’s not rafe’s truck. i fumble with my bag, the knife grasped firmly in my hand. i continue straight, not daring to look back.

i could hear the truck come up behind me. they start to slow near me, “selene maybank?”

my eyes flicker up to the vehicle, a truck with two men. “mannnnn... is it good to see you!”

i start walking quicker, not even bothering to answer. i need to get the fuck out of here. the truck doors slam shut, footsteps pick up.

“hey! i was fuckin’ talkin’ to ya!” the mans voiced called out. i took off into sprint, the grip of my knife turning my knuckles white.

i’m in full go mode as I pull my phone out. dialing the first number i saw, continuing down the pavement.

“selene?” rafe’s voice rang out. fuck i didn’t know it would be him.

my breathing is uneven as i try to speak, “please help, im near the place- from last time- two me-.” i stumble over the cracked pavement.

My knees were cut up ,but I luckily caught myself with my hands. I ignore the pain, focusing on my surroundings.

i turn back seeing the men hot on my tail, i rush up, swooping to grab my phone. i hit my knee hard as fuck; its slowing me down. i wince, trying to keep on moving.

“selene!?” i hear from my hand. i bring the phone back up to my ear, “please hurry. im sca- agh!” hands lift me up from the ground. everything was dropped, i left my knife. my phone was on the ground.

a sob escaped my lips as i felt my body hit the ground hard. “god damnit girl.”

i sit up quickly, ignoring the pain radiating down my back. i hold my hands up in defense. “plea-please, i don’t know you! wha-what do you want?” i hiccup.

the taller man that i assumed yeeted me to the floor, laughed. “your daddy owes us a lot of money.”

somehow through all of this i manage to roll my eyes, “get in line, he owes everyone.” i scan my surroundings, i’m not under light. we are in a dark area. somewhere hard to see me in need of help.

“baby girl.” he leaned down to my level his hand on my knee, i kick him away. his hand reached around grabbing my hair, a squeak left my lips.

“since, i don’t have any money. i need some’ else.” i literally thought i could throw up right now. why in the fuck am i put in this situation, my dad’s such a fuck up. i might be raped, kidnapped, killed.

“plea-please don’t.” i whimper and the other guy laughs. “i fuckin’ love when they beg.”

i began to kick and scream, but the guy closest covered my mouth trying to drown my desperation out. i bit his hand, making him back hand me. my left ear rang, not even noticing that the guy farthest from us fell.

“get the fuck off ‘er.” the body was thrown off me. i laid there shaking, hands found my arms; my body instinctively reacting, pushing and pulling.

“he-hey. no, no-no selene. you’re good. it’s me, it’s me.“ my eyes found rafe’s and i began bawling.

“shhh. it’s okay, i got you.” after that last word i push him away.

“no yo-you dont. you don’t ‘got me’.” i glare at him through my tears. “im fucking pathetic to you, just like my daddy right?” my emotions were so high right now i started laughing.

“bro..” barry’s voice rings through my ears. “hope your fucking happy. since my daddy almost got me killed.” i stumbled up on my feet.

“selene, i’m sorry. look let me take you home.” he sighed out, he was desperate to help you at this point. i gave him a pointed look,“i didn’t mean to call you- i just. i clicked the first number. thank you.”

with that i turned and walked off, i don’t know what the fuck is going on with me, with this. i just almost gotten raped. or worse kidnapped and killed. rafe just saved me.

rafe called me fucking pathetic.

rafe saved me.

everything was on repeat, my heart felt like it was going to explode. i couldn’t even hear the fact of anyone following me.

“selene.” his voice called out softly, bringing me out my thoughts. “you want to be left alone? fine. but after all this shit tonight, there is no way in hell. im letting you walk back to wherever, by yourself.”

i turned around staring at him. “i have no where to go.” my eyes filled with tears. “i have no one. you’re right, i am fucking pathetic.”

his eyes soften, “ i fucked up, i should’ve never said that about you.” he stepped forward making me step back. I shake my head, everything was too much.

I felt dizzy, really dizzy. The world span from under me and I felt myself go limp.