#aww the girlies are getting along

[frostbeees]

kj with the GWG · cbj @ tor 2.11.23

[angelfrombeneth]

JUST LIKE YOUR BOYFRIEND - T . NOTT

Mature Content Ahead

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Theodore are the new IT couple in Hogwarts. Theo's known for always causing up a stir but never you. Atleast you do yours in private. It isn't until your faced with Skylar Snaggle, the one girl you can't stand that you break that streak.

Warnings: Girl Fight, Smut talked about but not in detail, Blood kink Theo if you squint, Fluffy Theo and Reader, Soft boyfriend Theo

A/N: This isn't a huge fic more of a short. Merry Christmas to you all and those who don't celebrate it, I hope ur having a lovely day anyway!

Y/N Neveah. Many people loved you, many people didn't.

You were always the talk of the school for being so nice yet being in Slytherin. Boys fawned over you, some girls loved you but most hated you. School bitchiness was not for the faint hearted and you learnt that early on.

Skylar Snaggle, a ravenclaw who always had it out for you. It's like she was jealous of you and everything you did. Constantly side eyeing you and digging at you. You ignored her didn't let it get to you but fuck, was she a bitch. It only got worse when you starting dating your boyfriend.

You were in 6th year now, the past two years everytime you'd come back boys again would fawn over you how you've 'blossomed' over the summer but you belonged to one man. And that man was.

"Cara mia" You turned around smiling as Theo stood beside your locker. You took his hand smiling as you pecked his lips softly.

"I missed you... all of you" He raised his eyebrows as you rolled your eyes and hit his arm.

"Don't be crude" You fixed your tie before shutting your locker and holding his hand and walking down the corridor.

You and Theo were the hot new goss at Hogwarts. The current IT couple, consisting of the hot brood of Slytherin himself, Theodore Nott and the much desired but never achievable Y/n Neveah.

"Here's the lovely couple now" Blaise clasps his hands as the group turn to you both.

"Do we have to announce it" You grit your teeth, grimacing at Blaise. You felt Theo chuckled beside you, his soft laugh filling your ears making the corner of your mouth turn up slightly.

"You did that yourself, sucking face in the back of charms" Enzo snickered.

"True- Anyway we were planning on heading into Hogsmead. We need to stock up on fire whisky with the game against Hufflepuff fast approaching we'll need alot for our celebrations" Blaise smirked, nudging at Daphne as she scoffed at his cockiness.

"You guys might not even win" She panned.

"Don't be ridiculous Daph, when has Hufflepuff ever fucking won" Draco let out a genuine laugh at Daphne's wild assumption. The other boys laughing along with him too.

"As much as we'd love to come to Hogsmead. Daph, Pansy and I were planning on meeting with Astoria to have a little girlie evening swim" You smiled to Pansy and Daphne as you all smiled at eachother.

"Boring" Draco yawned.

"Hardly boring Draco, they'll hardly be wearing anything" Mattheo smirked. A alight blush appearing across Theo's cheek at the thought.

Pansy smacked Mattheo hard with her wand into his chest, earing a sharp 'ow' from the boy. "Don't be disgusting"

"Have fun at Hogsmead though!" Pansy giggled as the three of you began to walk off.

"Wait-" Theo grabbed your hand as you turned to him.

"Have fun, be safe" He smiled before pecking your lips.

"Aww cute" Daphne cooed.

You ruffled Theo's hair softly before walking off with the girls.

"You and Theodore are so cute, I'm so jealous!" Pansy whined as the three of you walked down the hall.

"Blaise isn't even cute like that, it sucks!" Daphne groaned.

"Stop it" You shook your head.

Later in the evening you and the girls relaxed by the black lake taking a light swim with eachorher, gossiping and catching up on the latest with one another.

Finding out that Luna and Pansy have been flirting. Astoria is finally willing to settle down with Draco and stop keeping him on his toes. Daphne describing in great detail her intimate life with Blaise which - to be fair you didn't expect to be so spicy between the two of them. The girls wanted to know all about you and Theo but you'd just been taking your time. Despite the slight hook up the night before. But they knew all about that.

"What about Skylar" Pansy questioned as the four of you walked back inside the grounds. All wearing damp tshirts over your swimsuits.

"Don't even- I don't know her fucking problem. Her big mouth is always yapping about something" You snarled.

"Me? Big mouth?" You four snapped your head to see Skylar and her little minions at the top of the stairs inside the entrance.

"Oh fuck off Skylar" You scoffed, reaching the top of the stairs. As your about to walk of you hear-

"You're always running your mouth about something. Maybe focus on the fact your.. I don't know.. a stupid fucking bitch" Skylar smirked to her friends.

You turned to her. Astoria whispering "Lets just go its not worth it"

"Wow Skylar, you really ate me up there" Yiu gasped dramatically holding your heart like you'd be stabbed. "Maybe stop being so fucking obsessed with MY boyfriend. He doesn't want you and your.." You tapped your lip before speaking again. "Well, your little infestation" You smiled.

"INFESTATION? You fucking bitch. THEO IS MINE" She suddenly lunged at you pushing you back harshly.

"Yours? I don't remember him stating that while he was manhandling me last night" You laughed in her face.

It was like it was all in slow motion. As you turned around to walk away, you watched as your friends faces widened staring behind you. You couldn't react fast enough. You felt your ponytail being dragged back as your body harshly recoiled against the pressure.

You turned, locking eyes with Skylar a smirk upon her face as she tugged at your ponytail, lifting her fist to sock a direct punch in your face, splitting your lip.

After that you reached up, grabbing her hair as you yanked at it, swiping at her legs as she dropped on the floor below you, screaming. The corridor was suddenly not so peaceful as both you and Skylar hurled abuse at one another while Pansy, Daphne and Astoria were trying to yank you both apart along with Skylars friends.

You climbed ontop of the girl, stabilising yourself as you socked a punch into her face as she clawed at yours.

"YOU BITCH!" she screamed as she yanked your hair again.

"OW-" you lifted your leg planting your good right in her face as you swung your arm round once more punching her before you heard tons of footsteps yelling and scrambling towards the both of you. You watched as her tooth cracked and slid across the floor as she spat blood up in your face.

"BEAT HER ASS Y/N!" Pansy yelled from behind. Daphne scolding her as the three continued to try and pull you girls apart without falling in the firing line.

Both of you were clawing at one another. You were landing way more than her let's say. Her face was full of blood as you dug your acrylics into her cheek.

You felt yourself harshly being yanked off the girl as you scrambled towards her but being held back. "LET ME AT HER! WHORE!" You screamed.

"MY FACE! YOU.. YOU.. SLUT!" Skylar screamed at she ran off down the hall with her friends.

You felt hands on your face as you turned to be face to face with Theo. You watched as he analysed every aspect of your face, checking if you're ok.

"Teddy- I'm so-"

"Shhh" He placed his finger upon your lip as he took your hand into the bathroom leaving all the rest of your friends stunned at the scene from before.

He sat you upon the sink as he took off his shirt, dampening it before wiping all the blood from your face.

Theo chuckled at the thought of cleaning up after you having a fight. "Look at my girl, getting into fights like her boyfriend" He smirked as he pecked your lips softly.

"I can't help it- she's so obsessed with you Teddy. It's annoying" you scoffed. "Are you sure you didn't fuck her"

"Bella, I told you. You were my first and you'll ne my last" He caressed your face softly.

You smiled at his words as he finished wiping your face up and smiled.

"You did good, only a cut lip. Atta girl" He squeezed your thighs softly as he leaned forward, kissing your nose.

"Learned from the best" You smiled.

"Amore mio.. I love you" He snickered before capturing your lips in his. Softly kissing eachother as his hands held your waist softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you locked your legs around his waist pulling him in closer.

He pulled away, softly sucking on your bottom lip before pulling away and licking his lips before wiping yours with his thumb.

"My little vampire" You cooed as you ruffled his hair chuckling.

"In future if you get in fights let me be there. You looked so hot, but ill always step in after a while. Can't let you actually get beat up" He smiled.

You hit his chest shaking your head as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

[mummydommythe3rd]

BLACKMAILED PART 2/3

"Here he is!" My mom sang happily.

I watched on my phone screen as she turned a corner. There you were, in all your pathetic glory, face down and humping away on your teddybear...the closest you'd ever come to sex.

"Wow, I wasn't expecting that!" I lied. The app on this burner phone changed my voice enough to ensure you and her wouldn't recognize it. I, of course had orchestrated all of this as your anonymous domme. It was amazing what a felony could do.

"Yes, the baby-loser loves his tummy time, doesn't he?" She said. A soft moan of humiliation was all you could respond with as you pumped your chastity cage into the padding of your diaper.

"I honestly thought we were the first he'd ever told his desires to! I didn't know that this all went so far back!" Mom exclaimed, keeping the camera on him as he humped.

"Oh my, yes! Even back in middle school he was sucking his thumb in class and telling me he didn't ever want to grow up. I suppose at some point he fetishized it and it took over his whole personality."

"Really?"

"Yes!" I laughed. "He had either bought or stolen some girly diapers that he kept at school, and he wouldn't stop asking me if I could maybe change him some time, which I never did. I'm surprised you are going through with all of this!"

Your mom just laughed. You humped a little harder. You'd been living in a nursery 24/7 for the last month, dreading this call. If your 'internet domme' found any reason at all to doubt your enthusiasm, they'd release your confession, and you'd go straight to prison.

"Oh at first I thought he was joking! But then he started crying and pleading! When we tried to throw out his diapers he started wetting and even messing in his bed!"

"Oh my God!" I said with mock shock. Of course, as your step-sister, I had been there for all of it.

"Yes! It took some time, but eventually I gave in, just a bit. I really owe his acceptance to his step-sister. She seemed to accept it right away! As if she knew he wanted it all along! His dad though...well, he just never goes into the nursery."

I laughed. "She sounds very insightful."

"She is! She's never gotten along with him, but she began spending a lot more time with him. She even talked me into going along with his desires on a trial basis. She didn't stop teasing him though, of course."

"Of course. I mean, how could you not make a little fun of him. Was the 'WIMP' mat his idea?"

"Oh no, that one was mine. It wasn't until a couple weeks into his babying, when I was starting to accept it, that my daughter told me how full and leaky his clitty cage got during a diaper change when she called him a pathetic little pamper pooper. The next time I changed him I called him a pathetic little pansy and his cage bounced up and down like a little puppy!"

"That's hilarious! I'm so glad he's finally living the life he's always wanted!"

"Me too! And if I'm being honest, it's kind of fun to make fun of him. He get's so blushy and flustered. He gets as red as a tomato, and can't even talk!"

"Probably because he's too focused on how nice the words make his little dinky feel!"

We both laughed. I heard a barely audible groan.

Mom turned away from the phone and I heard her voice at a lower volume. "Aww, baby's legs are sore? Only a few minutes more to tummy-time! Then you can get a change if you're poopy!"

When she returned I continued. "You know, I can't help but notice that you've been using male pronouns for him. He doesn't look even a little masculine at all though!"

I knew you could hear me. Your mom always used the speaker-phone setting on calls.

"That surprises me too! He's not much of a man, or a boy...even a baby boy, really. He's even growing his own little pair of breasts! He insisted on HRT, and now sucks down his estrogen and testosterone blockers with his nightly bottle!"

"Well I'm sure he'll figure it all out and ask you for the proper pronouns soon."

I head you muffle a little squeak of fear and shock. The threat had been made. Soon you'd have to ask for a new name and completely erase your old male self.

I continued, dropping my voice into a whisper, as if I were nervous about the question. "Has he- I mean...He once told me that- well, he had a VERY strong desire to-"

"What? After all this, what could be so shameful?" she giggled.

"Well, let's just say he could never stop talking about his desire to...well...please a man...with his mouth."

"Oh!" your mother gasped. "I thought his diapers were the only sexual experience he wanted!"

"Far from it! I'm sorry I have to tell you, but he once accidentally handed me his unlocked phone and I saw that he had dozens of tabs open about cum, eating cum, blow jobs, deep throating...he was quite obsessed. Then it all spilled out. He confessed that he didn't think he could be truly happy without a tummy regularly full of another man's seed."

"Well I don't know how I'd ever go about arranging that!" your mom exclaimed. I could hear you moaning and squeaking into your pacifier. You were scared, angry, and ashamed, but all you could do was suck your paci and hump your stupid bear while the adults talked.

"Yeah, it's a bit unrealistic." I admitted. Maybe your step-daughter knows a way to get him some of his favorite food?"

"Well I can talk with her about it, but I wouldn't hold out hope!"

"Don't worry I'm sure she'll be able to think of something." I said.

A timer beeped, signalling the end of 'tummy time'.

"Well, potty-pants needs a change. Please call again anytime!" She said.

"Will do! Tell him I said hi and I'll be checking in on him for the next ten years!" Ten years. The statute of limitations for embezzlement. Ten years of being our pathetic little chaste cock-sucking pansy.

[princessbrunette]

hi! ur such an amazing writing i literally have been marinating on ur page since the cod writings !!

n e wayz, i was wonder how jj (or whoever u want it doesn’t matter) would react to making reader cry by doing something that had no malicious intent :( !! like absentmindedly wiping off her lipglossy kiss and reader being in shambleeeeesssss.

thank you, ur fabulous!

aww that’s so sweet !! thank u so much ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎♡ ༘

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one thing about you, was that you loved marking your territory. especially before jj was going out somewhere without you because how else will the girls that want him know he’s all yours!

you approach him before he’s out the door one day, giggling with your little plan— lips painted a little more vibrantly than usual.

“alright, m’out. i’ll text you when i’m comin’ back okay? i won’t be hours.” jj rambles, shoving his hat on backwards as he heads towards the door. you catch up with him, proud grin on your face as you yank him down, pressing a big kiss to his cheek leaving a perfect lipstick print when you pull back. you don’t get the chance to fully admire it however, because as soon as you create it — he’s lifting his shoulder to wipe his cheek on his shirt, faced screwed up. “jheez babe.” he complains and your face falls.

maybe you were expecting your period or something — because in record time, with no build up, you burst into tears, covering your face with your hands as you sniffle. the blondes eyes widen, swivelling back around to you and approaching you cautiously, hands hovering around your shoulders as if unsure on what to do.

“hey— uh, okay, woah? what’s goin’ on miss waterworks, talk to me?” his hands land on your wrists, gently prying your hands away from your face.

“you wiped it off.” you accuse lightly, lips trembling and eyes wide and mortified.

“c’mon, babydoll.” he scoffs lightly, face not quite meeting his lighthearted tone as his brows furrow in worry. “you know i didn’t mean nothin’ by it?”

“but— but how will other girls know that— i was trying to— ugh.” you go to cover your face again, sniffling pathetically but he catches your hands this time, thumbing over your knuckles.

“woah, wait — pump the brakes. were you trying to mark your territory, baby?” his voice lilts higher, finding your method adorable and feeling like a total idiot for not catching on. you pout, nodding — your energy the same as a wounded baby deer or something along the lines. “ah man, i’m super dumb— sometimes i just, my brain doesn’t brain yanno? here,” he turns his cheek lightly, tapping it. “mark me up, c’mon.”

you look up through your wet lashes. “really?”

“yes, really. c’mon girly, i’m your canvas— bring it here.”

you don’t take much convincing, launching yourself at him to leave kissy marks all over his pretty face whilst he chuckles, wondering just what he’s gonna say to the pogues. you leave a little bit of snot and tears on him too, but he makes sure to wipe that once you’re well out of sight.

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[valleyof-goldenlilies]

A Christmas Visitor - Modern!Jace Velaryon x Reader

Summary: Jace takes it upon himself to cheer you up for your first Christmas spent alone.

Pairing: Modern! Jace Velaryon x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: fluffy boyfriend Jace, profanity, blowjob, face fucking, degradation, mentions of masturbation (both f and m) (let me know if i missed anything out!)

Word Count: 1.92k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) this one is for those Jace girlies out there ;) I hope you enjoy!

lovely dividers credited to @firefly-graphics !

It was set to be a lonely Christmas for you. 

But honestly? You had no one to blame but yourself. You were the one who had decided to migrate to another continent entirely for university, whilst most of your friends had stayed in King’s Landing, or other parts of Westeros, including your boyfriend, Jace Velaryon. 

But Braavos University was undoubtedly the best university in the known world to pursue a degree in economics, and when you had gotten the acceptance email, Jace had urged you to go, telling you that you would be an idiot if you passed up on the chance. 

Braavos was a wonderful place: a melting pot of different cultures, interesting architectural structures, along with an intriguing history. You loved studying and living here, but at times, especially now, during the festive season, you especially missed home. You missed seeing Jace’s wonderful, handsome, smiling face, missed his kisses, his hugs, his warmth, his everything. 

In a video call with your boyfriend a few days ago, you had expressed how much you’d missed him, and he had given you a sad smile in return. 

“I miss you too, honey,” Jace said earnestly, covering his headphones’ speakers again when a loud noise erupted from behind him. You winced at the feedback from the mic. “Cregan, hey bud, mind keeping it down a little?” Jace called out. “I’m video calling my girlfriend here.” 

“Sorry dude!” A manly voice that was most definitely not Cregan called back, and you had to stifle a laugh at Jace’s knowing, disgusted look. “Ugh, these animals, I swear,” Jace joked, turning his attention back to you. His expression softened. “Hey honey, I know it’s hard on you. I wish there was something I can do to make you feel better.” 

You smiled, trying to cheer up a bit for his sake. “It’s alright, really. I’m doing fine here, I’m just being a bit mopey because I miss you and stuff.” 

“Aww,” Jace blew you a kiss through the computer screen. “I miss you too, honey. Uni life just isn’t the same without you. But you are still coming back for summer break, right?” 

You nodded, blowing back a kiss to him. “Yeah, of course I am. I can’t wait-“ A crash and a gruff laugh sounded from behind Jace, and Jace’s eyes widened as he turned back to try and catch a glimpse of what was going on. “Jace, buddy, I might need some help here!” A voice that was definitely Cregan groaned out. 

“I’m sorry babe, I gotta go,” Jace said apologetically. “Trust those guys to get wild when I’m trying to call my girlfriend.” 

“No, it’s fine,” you tried to stifle a giggle. “You’re like their mom, you know.” “Am not,” Jace pouted, before blowing you a kiss. “I’ll video call you on Christmas, alright? I love you, baby.” 

“Love you too, Jacey.” You blew him a kiss back before your computer screen went dark, and you sighed, slumping back in your seat. Video calling him had somehow made you miss him even more. 

But alas, such was life. When the morning sunlight streamed through your dorm windows on Christmas Day, you had already carefully planned out your day. 

“Okay, so,” you tapped your pencil on your paper, filled with a list of the things you wanted to do. First, I go across the campus to get those delicious pretzels from Lancelot’s Bakery, then I head to the grocery shop to get myself some chicken to cook chicken Alfredo pasta for lunch. Then-“ 

A knock at your dorm room caused you to look up from your list, puzzled. Your dorm mates had all left for their own homes for the holidays, so who could that be? You set down your pencil, moving to open the door. “Yes-?” Your jaw dropped when you saw who it was standing outside the door. 

“Jace!” You let out a cry of delight at your boyfriend’s warm, smiling face. The smile that you had missed so much. 

“Hey, baby-“ Jace barely had time to finish his sentence before you launched yourself at him, jumping into his arms and kissing him hungrily. Jace nearly staggered under your weight, hands going to stabilise you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He savoured the taste of your lips, feeling you melt against him and nearly tearing up when you realised that he was real. 

Oh, how he missed you. How he missed this. 

Jace quickly brought you into your dorm room, kicking the door shut behind him as he didn’t break the kiss. He set you down on the edge of the desk that you were writing on, tongue tangling eagerly with yours. “Mmm, I missed you so much,” he mumbled against your lips, fumbling for the zipper of the shorts that you were wearing. “I missed your lips, your scent, your pussy…” 

You let out a laugh, breaking the kiss to rest your forehead against his. “Someone’s eager, huh?” 

“Don’t act like you aren’t,” Jace chided, chuckling as he pulled your shorts off. “Nearly six months without you has been absolute torture. I had to stroke my own dick almost every night for the first few months you know.” A pleasant shiver shot through you at the imagery: Jace stroking himself to the thought of you every day, groaning as he spilled himself in his hand. 

“Sounds like I should make it up to you then,” you said slyly, pushing yourself off the desk and getting on your knees. Jace’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, radiant, rosy, glowing, down on your knees in front of him. Where you belong. 

You made fast work of his jeans, unbuckling his belt and tugging his jeans and boxers down in one go. Your mouth nearly watered at the sight of his length, long and leaking with precum. You ran your fingers along the vein in his cock, teasing him, and Jace groaned, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail. “Baby…don’t be a tease,” Jace’s voice was low, pleading. You simply laughed, looking cheeky as you debated on whether you should give him what he wanted. 

Jace nearly saw stars when your hot mouth got to work on his dick, licking the underside of it, letting the precum collect on your tongue. His grip in your hair tightened. “Love…” 

Slowly, you began to take his cock into your mouth. The loud, scandalous, squelching noise of you taking his dick inch by inch reverberated throughout your empty dorm room, making Jace grow even harder, if that was even possible. He had dreamt of this moment so many times for the last few months…

He made a low, strangled noise in his throat as you hollowed out your cheeks to accommodate even more of him, trying not to gag in the meantime. His fingers tangled even deeply into your hair, “That’s it, that’s fucking it. Take all of me in,” Jace encouraged you. “You can do it. You’re a good girl for me, aren’t you?” 

Your answering nod caused your head to bob on his dick a little, and Jace moaned at the sight. He could just die happy now. 

“Can I fuck your face, sweetheart?” Jace asked tenderly, but you knew that his tone of voice, while friendly, left no room for negotiation. So you only looked up at him with those adorable doe eyes, and nodded slightly. Jace smirked, pulling out a bit before thrusting himself back into your throat. 

He continued to fuck your face, going slow and gentle at first, then his thrusts grew more and more erratic as he felt your hot little mouth envelop his dick just so perfectly. The sound of your fingers playing with your pussy as he face-fucked you however, drew him back to attention again. 

“Hey,” he slapped your cheek lightly, getting your attention as you looked up at him with wide eyes, having been caught. “You’re not allowed to touch that pussy as I face fuck you.” Your expression of dismay almost made him feel bad. 

Almost. 

“No touching yourself, sweetheart. Or else I won’t let you cum later, you understand?” Your eyes teared up a little, and Jace watched you with a smirk as your expression grew desperate, but you could simply nod obediently, knowing that Jace would make good on that promise. 

“Good girl,” he soothed you, before thrusting into your mouth even harder, faster. 

Your moans were muffled by his cock, but Jace let his unfiltered noises echo throughout the room, his curses and groans and praises only making you wetter. “Yeah, that’s it, baby…taking this dick like a pro, huh? What a dirty little slut you are.” 

You could barely speak with his dick in your mouth, and Jace could feel himself getting closer as he watched your tits bounce in that skimpy top you had on. He couldn’t wait to have his hands and mouth all over them, kissing and biting and sucking on your hardened buds. The thought alone was enough to send him over the edge, and when you began playing with his balls, he completely lost it. 

Letting out a rough moan, he spilled himself in you, his hot load shooting down your throat. The vibrations of your muffled moans around his cock made it feel even better. 

He pulled out, watching your dazed, blissed out face. Gently tilting your chin up to face him, he ordered you, “Swallow all that for me, sweetheart.” 

Obligingly, you did so, and Jace let out a sigh of pleasure. “Good girl. Come here.” He helped you up from your knees, gently hoisting you up onto the desk again while rubbing your red knees with his thumbs like a perfect gentleman. Then, his hands found his way to your cheek again, and his lips to yours. He could taste himself on your tongue, and he groaned into your mouth, hand going to palm at your tits through the fabric of your top. 

“Best Christmas present I could ask for,” he murmured, sweetly pecking you on the lips. “Which reminds me,” you brought up, voice a bit hoarse after that intense face-fucking. “How’d you get here?” 

“I flew out, duh.” You smacked Jace’s shoulder at that non-serious response. “Ow. I flew out all the way for you, and you abuse me like this?” Jace rubbed his hot shoulder, looking like a kicked puppy. “Hurts me right in my feelings, baby.” 

“I’m serious,” you pressed, and Jace laughed, kissing your pouting lips. “I don’t know, you just looked so sad over the video call…I just had to come and see you.” 

“And your family was cool with it?” Jace laughed again, rubbing your shoulder reassuringly. “Mom’s always chill about it, don’t worry. And you know my little brothers; they always act like they’re happy to be rid of me.” 

“But for now,” Jace’s lips met yours again, searing, wanting. “Can we stop talking about how I got here and focus on worshipping you instead?” You giggled, tightening your arms around his neck. “Well, in that case-“ 

A clatter outside your door made you and Jace freeze in your tracks, wide eyes going to the door. “What was that-“ 

“My suitcase!” Jace exclaimed, a panicked look on his face as someone outside bellowed. “Who left their fucking suitcase in the middle of the hall?” 

You couldn’t hold back your laughter at the sight of abject horror on Jace’s face as he rushed to the door to apologise to whatever poor soul had tripped over his suitcase. 

Best Christmas you could ever ask for.

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[ellabsprincess]

movie date (abbyxreader)

@oatmilkchaii hi hi baby you wanted something filthy so here you go <3 hope you like it!!

this may or may not be inspired by a nsfw audio that has been rotting my brain the entire day, like i need abby to rail me immediately

anywaysss

word count: 1.7k

warnings: smut, fluff, modern au, dom!abby, sub!reader, reader is girly and wears a skirt, abby is kinda rich in this, they fuck in an empty movie theatre, abby has a FAT strap, fingering, cunnilingus, pet names (baby, princess), use of a vibrator, abby is a tease, manhandling

"surprise!" abby lifted her hands that had been covering your eyes to reveal a movie theatre before you. "i rented the whole theatre, so we have the entire place to ourselves" she leaned in and spoke directly in your ear as she finished her sentence, making her intentions clear.

you played innocent, pretending not to hear the seductive tone in her voice. "oh my god abby! this is amazing!"

"and the best part is, we're watching your favorite movie" abby said with a soft smile.

"baby! this is the best date ever!" you threw your arms around her neck in a tight hug, her hands finding your hips. pulling your head from her shoulder, your lips met in a grateful kiss. you loved kissing abby, as her lips always tasted like cherry and she smelled like pine, and combined with the softness of her lips, it was pure heaven every time.

"c'mon, let's get to our seats!"

with her hand on your lower back, she guided you to the back row of the theatre, where popcorn as well as your favorite drinks and candies were already waiting for you.

you giggled as you sat down, ecstatic over the date and the pure thoughtfulness and kindness of your girlfriend. abby loved grand gestures and expensive dates, and she managed to make each one so personal and intimate.

after a few minutes of enjoying the snacks and chatting with abby, the lights dimmed, and your favorite movie began to play on the screen. you had seen this movie dozens of times, but it never seemed to bore you. it wasn't abby's favorite movie necessarily, but she loved it because of how happy it made you and how cute you looked mouthing along to the lines you knew by heart.

as the movie was playing, abby's hand slowly made its way to your thigh, bunching up the skirt material to lay her hand on your bare skin. her fingers that were big yet surprisingly soft began to massage the meat of your thigh, making you shiver. abby noticed the change in your body language, and smirked as she glanced over at you.

as her hand began to inch higher and higher to the place where you needed her most, she leaned in and whispered in your ear. "i brought a vibe and your favorite strap if you wanted to fuck around a bit baby."

"fuck yes please abby," you nearly moaned in response.

"good girl."

reaching into her bag that she always carried with her everywhere (since she could never have her pretty girlfriend worry about carrying anything), she pulled out a small vibe, one you recognized as being remote controlled. it was her favorite to use on you, of course.

leaning over and kissing up your neck, her hand wandered up your skirt and to your panties, which she pulled aside before placing the vibe right on your throbbing clit.

kissing your cheek as she turned to grab her phone, you waited in anticipation. as soon as she opened the app and turned the vibe on, you started letting out quiet moans.

"shh, just focus on the movie baby," she said with a devilish look in her eyes.

she was downright cruel with the vibe settings. one second it would be on the lowest setting, making you want to beg her for more, and the next it would be pulsing at the highest setting, edging you closer to a release. as your moans got louder and you began to grind your hips in search of your impending orgasm, the vibrations stopped.

"no no abby, i was so close!"

"aww baby, you know i only let my pretty girl cum on my mouth or on my cock. that was just to warm you up, you should've known better," abby said with faux pity in her voice.

she gave you a sweet kiss before reaching down and taking the vibrator out of your panties. her fingers swipe through your folds, causing you to whine.

"fuck baby you're soaked, do you think my mouth would make you feel better?"

you nodded quickly, causing abby to chuckle.

"okay, just relax and watch the movie," she said, as she got out of her seat and kneeled before you. your legs spread on instinct, and abby reached up under your skirt to pull your soaked panties down your legs.

the cool air hitting your soaked folds make you squirm, but you were quickly relieved as abby's warm tongue licked a stripe from your hole to your clit.

"oh abby fuck oh my god."

abby's lips found their way around your puffy clit, and she sucked lightly, causing you to buck up into her mouth. her strong hands found your hips, pinning you to the seat beneath you.

"quit squirming and watch your movie, princess."

you obeyed her commands, letting out soft moans and gasps as she sucked and licked your pussy, and finally returning your gaze to the movie. it was difficult to keep your eyes steady, as the way abby's tongue was now fucking in and out of you rapidly was making you want to roll your eyes into your head. as abby was satisfied with your obedience, she rewarded you by removing one hand from your hip to find your dripping hole.

her warm mouth returned to your clit as her fingers circled her pussy before she plunged them in, finding your sweet spot immediately. you could almost no longer hear the movie over the wet squelching of your pussy as abby's fingers fucked in an out of you repeatedly and her tongue flicked over your clit. you were so close, and abby knew, the sounds coming from your pussy were indication enough.

"come on baby, just cum for me, that's it,"

your moans were affecting abby as well, as she felt herself soaking her boxers. what finally sent you over the edge was her moaning on your clit, so overwhelmed from her own arousal and the sweet taste of you. you came with a high-pitched whine, soaking your girlfriend's face.

"that's my good girl," abby said, her mouth leaving you. "god you're so fucking sexy and you taste so fucking good." abby was clearly pussy-drunk as she rose to her feet to capture your lips in a bruising kiss.

she sat back down in her chair, taking a moment to catch her breath and clean off her face and fingers.

after you both had recovered, you rose from your chair to sit yourself over her wide, muscular thighs.

"you said something about packing your strap?"

"yes i did baby," abby said with a coy smile as she grabbed your hand and directed it towards her crotch, where you could feel that she was already wearing her strap.

you helped her unzip her pants, pulling her strap out. just as you were about to sink down, she stops you.

"no baby, i want you to finish your movie. turn around."

shivers flow down your spine as you reposition yourself so your back is to abby in her lap, and you can now see your movie once again.

"good fucking girl. you ready for me?"

"i'm always ready for you, abs"

"that's fucking right," abby praises as she slides her strap through your folds before letting you sink down onto her girthy cock.

the strap is your favorite because its so wide and it reaches you so deep, and god, does abby know how to use it.

she starts off slow, just gently moving your hips up and down, but once she knows you've adjusted, she's an animal. she's fucking up into you so good that your eyes are watering and you can't think about anything except her.

it feels so good, you feel nothing but bliss. she's reaching that beautiful, deep spot inside you, and her pace is almost overwhelming. the way her strong hands manhandle you so easily makes you feel so powerless yet so safe, unable to do anything except take her strap.

abby's pace is making the base of her strap grind against her clit so deliciously, and she's desperate for your as well as her own release. she's needy and almost delirious in your ear.

"so fucking good baby"

"you were made for me princess"

"i love this pretty pussy so much, god you're making me feel so good"

her hips begin to stutter, and you know she's near her orgasm.

"cum for me baby, that's it," she's gasping in your ear as she comes in her pants from the stimulation, and you follow soon after her, gushing on her strap.

you're both out of breath, and you can feel your thighs shaking. slowly, you life yourself off of abby's strap, whining softly at the empty feeling, before turning around to face your girlfriend again. she's got a huge fucking grin plastered on her face from her orgasm and the fact that her pants are now clearly soaked from your orgasm. she sits up and removes her strap and its harness, placing it in her bag, before motioning for you to sit back in her lap.

"i love you so much, princess" she says, peppering light kisses all over your face.

"i love you more baby" you blush, relaxing into her chest.

you just listen to the rest of the movie, having seen it enough times to not care to actually watch the ending. right before the credits roll, you drag yourself up from abby's embrace to make yourself at least somewhat presentable. abby notices your shaky legs and laughs to herself before standing up and helping you put your panties back on and fixing your skirt.

her pants are still clearly soaked, so the both of you make a dash out of the building once the movie is done, hoping no one notices both of your inappropriate states.

finally reaching abby's car, you both get in before bursting out into laughter.

"wow, we need to fuck in public more often," abby says between gasps for air.

"yeah, we really do."

[cheesus-doodles]

👉👈 We all know how Izzy would already deal with strangers/classmates/regular folk having romantic interest in reader, but how would he react if it was a Tenjiku executive? Hears through the grapevines that one of em may also have an interest for said girlie (while he also may or may not but who’s asking).

Does he deliver the same beat down, or would he dissuade em to avoid drama? Would it also depend on WHO it is? Also truly your aus are absolutely the best, I can’t wait to see what you release next ❤️❤️❤️

Masterlist

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aww thank you anon! i hope you will enjoy the next chapter of the red dragonflies au when it comes out next week!

My good anon, what makes you think that Izana would deliver anything but an absolute curb stomp in response to the threat of losing you? I would, in fact, confidently say that the beating he dishes out would be far, far worse if it was a Tenjiku executive as compared to a regular Joe, because how dare they?

His executives, of all people on Earth, should know better than everyone else that you were off limits, of how protective Izana was over you, and most importantly, just how simply unworthy they were to be in the presence of someone like you, let alone let their thoughts of you be impure or have their filthy hands stain your skin. And it didn't matter if Izzy was planning to date you or not, whether the rumors he was hearing were true and that one of his lowly subjects had the hots for you, or if it were just simply hearsay. Because your Izzy would absolutely not stand for anyone even thinking that you did not belong 100% to him.

Big doubts on whether Izzy has ever thought about doing something discreetly to avoid drama - drama is just making his point clearer to the rest of the gang. Would, as much as possible, try to keep you out and away from witnessing the beating, since in his mind this was simply gang business (which you had no business being near, mind you), but if you happened to stumble into one of his thrashing sessions, then it is what it is, he supposed. Let it be a lesson to you as well not to go around flirting with scum.

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And yes, the intensity of the beating would absolutely depend on which Tenjiku executive the rumors were about. Obviously this baby boy would have already been closely observing and taking notice of who you were interacting with in the gang and who you seemed to get along with. But even so, there are certain people that Izzy is more wary of compared to the others. If the rumors were about Mochi or Mucho, maybe even Shion (depending on Izana's mood), in the boss eyes, the threat level was low. The smackdown dished out would be harsh, yes, but Izana have never seen them as much of a threat to him to begin with, and would most likely let them off bruises and maybe a broken arm.

But if the rumors were about Ran or Rindo, that would set Izzy off like a malfunctioning trigger - the Haitani brothers were already too pretty and/or popular for Izzy's liking, and the mere thought of you getting close to them quickly translated in his mind to into them already steal your heart away. The sheer anger radiating off this boy would be enough to have the rest of the executives shivering, and it would be a good day if Ran and Rindo were let off with simply a broken limb. Knowing Izzy, there's a high chance he would specifically target their faces, raining down punches long after they had blacked out with the intention of breaking bones and hopefully disfiguring them so that they were no longer a threat.

I would say of all the people, Kakucho would be the only one to experience some bias from Izana, given how close friends they had been in childhood (despite how much Izana refuted this and refused to acknowledge it). The scarred Tenjiku executive would take his beating without complaint and without attempting to fight back, whether or not he was actually guilty of what the rumors say he was, because he knows the insecurities that Izana has. And despite how much Izana resented the fact that it was his right-hand man, of all people, who was involved - the one person above all that knew the insecurities Izana held - Izana would probably avoid beating Kakucho too badly. A broken arm or leg, most likely, but nothing life-threatening, though this baby boy would definitely throw in personal insults about how Kakucho was too ugly for you to make up the difference.

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And after all this dirty work was done, whether you were aware or not, expect Izzy to turn up demanding cuddles and snacks and all of your time for the rest of the day. He needs your attention and affection back on him to reassure himself that you were still wholeheartedly his, and that you were not thinking of some trash that wasn't even worth his time (or so Izzy claims). Don't ask too much about the blood residue on his hands though, Izzy is never happy when he has to talk about anyone else but you.

[justapigeonn]

/// THUNDER EXCERPT THOUGHTS AND SPOILERS

aww man frostpaw and whistlepaw's friendship is so fucking cute i love how she still trusts her despite losing all trust in EVERYONE. i wish we got to see the two of them more often

also the fact that frostpaw would rather ppl assume she were dead rather than alive for her mere safety is just so fucking sad i wanna hold her :(

man they really couldn't have just committed to giving squilf the prologue showing her journey to the moonpool and her leader's ceremony (?) but instead decided to give nightheart pointless special protagonist treatment in having him accompany them to the moonpool for whatever reason

ivypool got chosen as deputy - not really stoked or surprised cause i'm not a huge fan of her but everybody saw it coming a mile off so yeah. i have no idea if she's finally decided to stop giving dovewing grief for having more agency than her and leaving stinkerclan and whether or not squilf's potential decision to go to war with shadowclan will play a role in some sort of conflict between the sisters again but eh we'll see

very nice to see sunbeam, finchlight and sparkpelt all getting along but i hate hate HATE how her whole sense of belonging revolves around nightheart like. girlie what happened to your agency. the whole 'insecure because male love interest is no longer interested' was your book 1 conflict get a grip you are more than what he deserves go back to your one true love lightleap

[somewhereincairparavel]

okay. So I've finished book 1 of keeper of the lost cities for the first time. And I'm loving this keefe dude already?? Like I never thought I'd like a fictional character so quickly. All it took was like one page for me to fall for him, I am aware that keefe is one of the most loved characters in the fandom, and I can see why (correct me if I'm wrong).

Also the book is a solid 9.5/10, the only thing I was frustrated about was probably the slight info dumping about the whole blackswan thing towards the end? because it took me like 3 reads to understand the whole situation, of course, we could just narrow it down to me being slow too, lol. But I'm VERY excited to continue reading the rest. So while we're at it, I'll put in my first impressions of the characters, so I can look back on it after I've read all the books, to see how much my perception has changed of them.

Sophie- i like her, she's really mature for her age, I keep forgetting that she's like 12 lmao. But she's well written, her emotions seem very raw and natural. Of course, she may seem overpowered but, I think that's the whole point of the story, she is supposed to be overpowered, so I don't mind and i wouldn't call her a Mary sue. Overall great protagonist, my girlie deserves a break tho, she got dumped in the hospital atleast 6 times lol.

Fitz- i actually think he's cool. I liked him better in the beginning of the story tho, I feel like afterwards, the dude kinda just disappeared a little? Keefe and Sophie seemed to have more private interaction than those two, and keefe literally only came by in the middle. But yeah, I feel like he had more of a personality in the start. Keefe and Dex, in my opinion had more personality in 5 minutes than fitz did the whole book, but I wouldn't judge so quickly, it's only the first book after all, Hopefully he'd have more page time in the later books. I still like him tho, just not as much as keefe.

Dex- Yeah he is such a typical best friend, I love him. His beef w the vackers is so funny lol I was relieved when Sophie stuck with him even after she became popular tho, also, he seems to have a crush on sophie right? It's kinda obvious, but overall friendship goals 10/10. I vocally "AWW-ed" after he said "are you kidding, i can't wait to tell everyone that you're my first friend" like I need a guy bestie like him :(

Alden- honestly, my heart warmed so much with his father-like dynamic with sophie tbh. He seemed to genuinely care about her well being, but I don't want to get too attached to him tho, just in case becomes a traitor or some shit later on, you can literally never tell with the adults lol. I've read enough books to back that up. But yeah, i really like him and della, the amount of reassuring hugs he gives sophie really heals me :(, They're like sophies 2nd (well, in her case, 3rd) parents. The amount of effort and lengths Alden put to get her out of trouble is actually sweet.

Elwin- This guy is such a W. He is like an adult keefe tbh. He is probably my favorite adult so far lol.

Cassius- I'm sorry, but Mr jerk face over here reminds me SO much of Lucius Malfoy??? Like ?? I feel so bad for Keefe, like poor baby leave him alone smh. I really wanna deck his royal highness in the face tbh.

Biana- absolutely loathed her in the beginning, she gave off such bad snob vibes lol but I love her now. I like the trope of two people forced to be friends w eachother by someone actually end up becoming friends. It's rather uncommon as far as I've read, atleast.

Grady and Edaline- is it bad that i thought they were going to be evil? Yeah I have so much trust issues, it's concerning. But yeah, they're both big W's, their backstory, their temporary contemplation to reject sophies adoption, everything aligned well with their backstory. Greatly written characters.

And last but not least, the king himself, Keefe- okay, he's like added to my list of fictional crushes now lol (along with Percy Jackson, Jason grace, Steve Harrington, chat noir, Eugene fitzherbert, edmund pevensie and Ravi singh ofc). How does sophie not have a fat crush on him, like- ma'am if you don't want him, I'll take him. But jokes aside, he feels like the most authentic character out of them all, tbh. Epitome of great writing. He was inserted to the story as this random dude that sophie runs into, and becomes an og in like 5 minutes. He is like a mix of Eugene from tangled, Kristoff from Frozen and chat noir from mlb all at the same time?? I cannot wait to see more of him and his backstory, especially with his parents. I know alot of people dislike the humorous guy with depression trope since it's overused, but I like how it played out on keefe, he uses school as an escape, which is very relatable.

Also, bonus, i LOVE the world building, the light leaping and all, very creative. I cannot wait to get my hands on book 2

[hotchs-big-hands]

I’ve been a Spencer girlie until recently. Aaron is consuming my mind and oof.

https://www.tumblr.com/hotchs-big-hands/729174245569134592/omg-but-imagine-aaron-trying-to-tellwarn-you?source=share

This post SENT ME. PLS tell us your thots on Aaron and size kink (bc hi, it’s me)

She’s a bit younger than him and maybe has only been with one or two partners and he just knows he’s her biggest. 🥵

YASSSS Hotch girlie nation rise UP!!!!

Aaron has the biggest fucking size kink cuz he is ENDOWED. So when the two of you are getting intimate and he unzips his trousers and pulls them down, along with his boxers, he notes on your eyes widening when his heavy cock springs out, bobbing in front of you. He can't help the little smirk pulling at his mouth as he coos.

"Aww... is something the matter, hm?" That cocky mf will say and you're a stuttering, blushy mess as you try and say you're ABSOLUTELY FINE but oh lawwwwwd you're thinking about how he's literally going to rearrange your insides to fit 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

He loooooves to put emphasis on how small your pretty hole is compared to his big cock🫣🫣🫣🫣 gonna teasingly slide the tip up and down your slit as he taunts you.

"Pretty girl, I did stretch you around three of my big, long fingers. But we'll just have to see if my large cock is gonna fit in that tiny little hole. Let's see, shall we?"

God, he's such a TEASE, he loves to watch you squirm 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

[sugarcandydoll]

hi dolly I'm trying to enter my girly era and you clearly know a lot about it based on your aesthetic and stuff! I was wondering if you could give me some advice or tips on being more girly and hyper feminine?🩷

aww aww angel im so flattered omgg ♡🎀 but don't think im the perfect example of a girly girl cause im so messy n emotional n disorganized :(♡ but i do love pinky n glam fashion n aesthetics hehe so i can totally share some tips on that ♡👛 also pls pls remember there is no right way to be a girly girl ♡💞 those are just tips n advice from my own experience abt what makes me feel girly n happy hehe ♡👼🏼

🎀 Fashion

browse outfits on pinterest n make moodboards to find ur style hehe ♡ shein is also amazing for finding cute girly pieces for cheap!! i usually shop my pinky n barbiecore outfits from shein!! ♡ if u want inspo here is a link to my pinterest fashion board ♡ i love wearing crop tops, matching sets, cute dresses n skirts, white tights w heart patterns ♡ for my comfy n lazy day i go along with pink graphic sweatshirt w cute print on it like bambi or disney princess hehehe ♡ also get cute lingerie n pjs it's gonna make u feel like a lil princess ♡

🎀 Makeup

if ur into makeup, play with different look n choose whatever makes u feel the prettiest! ♡ my personal fav makeup look is a full face of makeup with frosty pink eyeshadow ♡ lots of white highlight on inner corners of eyes n nose tip ♡ black winged eyeliner ♡ white eyeliner on waterline ♡ cat eye faux lashes ♡ lots of blush, n too faced lip plumping gloss along with pinky lipstick hehe ♡ i also sometimes wear brown circle lenses to give that dolly look to my eyes ♡

🎀 Hair

pls pls take care of ur hair (it's smth i need to get better at cause i fried my hair w bleach) my fav hair care tip is too deep oil it w coconut oil ♡ choose a shampoo & conditioner that smells good n works for u ♡ if ur into dyeing ur hair play w colors hehe ♡ i personally loved a reddish brown and then later a light blonde on me ♡👸🏼💕 but now wanna switch things up cause blonde maintainance is getting too expensive n i feel bad wasting soo much of my dad's money on my hair :( so i might get back to like a caramel brown hehe ♡ i also love curling my hair n putting hair extensions n cute girly accessories like bows n pink barretes n huge pink scrunchies ♡

🎀 Nails

get ur nails n toes done often hehe ♡💅🏼 i love the whole salon experience of mani/pedi but since i don't work anymore n live w my parents i wanna be more frugal :(♡ so press ons are my bffs hehehe n i love putting press ons on my toes too hehe ♡ u can find a lot of cute press on nails on amazon n etsy ♡ i usually go for pink medium length nails either plain or w a cute pattern n rhinestones ♡ i sometimes love going with colors like red, baby blue, purple, n a leopard pattern too hehe ♡ my fav nail shape is coffin or stiletto ♡ but go along with whatever makes ur hands look pretty ♡🫶🏼💗

🎀 Accessories

get cute jewelery n accessories hehehe ♡🧁 i usually buy my cutesy pink jewelry from shein ♡ n i love carrying pink bags n purses ♡ my fav for school is definitely my victoria's secret's carry all pink tote hehehe ♡ i also love wearing rings n toe rings n anklets w little bells on it to jingle when i walk hehe ♡ also also i love getting a necklace w my fav fictional character's initial on it oops ♡ i also love wearing cute pink hair accessories like bows n barrettes n huge pink scrunchie ♡ or if i want my hair up i use a huge pink claw clip ♡

🎀 Smelling Good

perfumes n bodymists are the best hehehe ♡ explore different scents at shops n figure out what u like best!! ♡ my current favs are strawberry snowflakes by bbw & pure seduction shimmer mist by victoria's secret, & tease sugar fleur by victoria's secret ♡ usually go w super super sweet or fruity scents but u don't have to angel ♡🍰 florals n fresh scents are sooo cute too just go along w whatever feels the most you n the best in ur opinion hehe ♡

[missamyrisa2]

Going through your blog and making myself squirm. Have I mentioned what a talented writer and teaser you are, my gorgeous friend? Because you are phenomenal at both. I cannot read your armpit or clit tickle teases without my thighs clenching. ;)

eeeeee~!!! My cutieeee Melodyyyy you knowww how I love coax such ~dulcet~ sounds from your impossibly squirmyyy ticklish self~ which is exactly whyyy I just oooh ~ had to have you gently bound like this to the soft bed with silkiesss ~ so that I can use my natural advantage of long arm spans to give you a mostttt fitting royal feathering~ because I have this theory of how your clittyyy is connected to your sparkle spot which for youuuuu I do believe is that cute underarm~ ooh yes, pull that arm sweetieee ~ I'm just testing, gliding my feather tip on your exposed armpit and you're sooo squirmy~ Mmhmm mmhmmm tell me how ticklish it isss ~ tell me allll about your cuteness and ticklishness while I draw my adorable pretty feather around the shape of your pittyyyy~

Sooo frustrating huhhhh~ you can't put your arm down nooope~ and you giggle soooo sweetly when you're tickled on your ticklish armpit ~ hmmm how often do you think about me tickling you like thisss? Mmmh? And how does that make your clitty throb? Ahh yes this adorable girl pearl ~ don't think I don't seeee what my underarm tickles do to you down thereeee~ awww what's a matter? Does it tickle? Amy always makes it better ~ let's just kissy kissy that pitty pittyy mmh? Some muuuah muahh muahh love for your ticklish armpit and your pearl can shine and tingle and throb all the wayyy~ ooh and because we have such an eager volunteer down thereee ~ I brought another feather~

Mmhmmm hold your head back and gigglemoan out it my darling because I think we're going innnnnn~ yes yessss get your wiggles outtt ~ the feather is going down your siiiiide and oooh thigh detour~! Yesss we need to visit these thiiighs going upppp up upppp your cuteeee lipssss and mmhmmm thereeee she beee~ the pearly pearllll mmhmm mhmmm~ ooh ohhh does it tickle so much? My feather just tracing uppp the lips, touching each side slowwwly and then the slightest poke~ just the slightest poke of the soft tip on your pearlyyy~ don't worry I can get this pitty tooooo~ let's seee ~ maybeee the softest elegant featheryyy tickle on your pearl and niiiice big circle rubs for that tender armpit~ mmhmm! Let's see you dance my impossibly ticklish sweet girly girl~!

Yesss armpit massage hereee and girlyyyy button tickle there~ my feather gliding up along the siiiide of your clitty just hugging the edge as we edge~ and then oooh yes slightttt little poke tickles down its length ~ my my myyyy you want it so bad huhhh~ sooo eager? Sooo wanttyyyy~ and now just kisssss the underside of your pearl that's right liiiight kissess from the feather feather and we wiiiggle wigggle wigggle my fingers in your cute underarms ~ just one to the other and back and then this oneee and that pitttt and tickle tickle tickle~~ rubby rubbbb rubb~ the trick is to keep you guessing which armpit I'm gonna bully while my feather just slides up and down your pearly length alll the way uppp and down and you get alll that lovelyyy criss-crossed attention~

oooh but now we have to switch it uppp ooh yesss ~ these pits are sooo tickled and sensitive I bet my feather will make you screamyyy scream mmhmmm~ which meaans yesss your clitty is getting the massageee darlinggg~ I'm quiteee adept at the thumb massage after alll~ just take my soft thumb pad and oooh yeahh that doesn't tickle does itttt ~ nooo that feels gooood ~ and nowww feather tickles on your outer pitttt and trace hereee and circle thereee~ yes you can squirm and laugh allll you like ~ you're not going anywhereeee nooope~~! Aww I knowww I knoww you want more touch but ahh you just get the liiightest touch of my thumb for now~ because yeppp~ we're switching it up again!!

Makeover timeeee~!!! I'm gonna sing you myyyy song now while we dolllll up your clittty~!! I have two soft makeup brushes just for youuuu and we're gonna give that pearly the royal treatment she deservess~ one brush heree twirling slowly on the side and one on the other siiide tooo~ yess we fluff up the pearlyyyy and yeahhh you can fucking ticklegasm alll you like~ the tickles aren't stopping noooope~!! And I have a trick for youuu!! Are you readyyy? I've been working on this oneee~ makeup brushes on each side of your clittyyy blushing and fluffing and ticklinggg and then my feather between my teeth sooo I can liiightly move that tip up and down your button and it's sooo wildly inconsistent just bobbing arounddd you never know where exactly the feather is gonna get yaaa~ but I'm gonna getchaa oooh yesss gonna gitchie gitchie goooo youuu until you're a total cute messsss~

and thennn I dunnooo maybe I'll just snuggle youuu and coo in your ear and trace those armpitsss while you fuzz outttt~<33

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

I had another idea: Out of all those who were courting Spider Neteyam liked Fwasìm the most… she would go out of her way to spend time with Spider telling him the history and legends of the clan, making sure he took care of himself, and making him smile. So in someway he wasn’t surprised when she came to him asking about Sky people courtship not asking his parents as she had learned of Spiders past treatment saying this with a icy fury in her eyes. “Oh yes” Neteyam thinks she would be a perfect sister-in-law.

Aww omg this is cute she totally would 🥰 for those who are unaware what is going on, read this fluffy ask for more context. OK FIRST OF ALL LET ME SHARE SOME FWASIM LORE FOR CONTEXT✨

Fwasim’s crush (a bit of a character introduction?) ((Spider caught with Neteyam AU))

Fwasim is what we would call a 🌸girly girl🌸, who likes looking pretty, doing her (and her friends’) hair and making jewellery, for she is an apprentice of her uncle who is a gem dealer and hopes to take after him someday.

For that reason she didn’t get along well with most boys, because while she loves exploring all day, her thoughts will inevitably wander to the topic of crystals and most guys around the village were uninterested in talking about "shiny rocks".

That is until she saw ✨🥹Spider🥹✨

Not only is our boy built like a fridge with a baby face, but he is also extremely respectful of Pandora and loves learning new things about it, so when Fwasim began rambling about gems one time as she tried flirting with him and he actually asked her to tell more she was like “hold up, you’re actually find it INTERESTING??😳”

And then another time, when some guy was making fun of her about her hobbies, Spider straight up whacked him with a broom for it?

It became obvious to her that it was meant to be ✨💅

But as they began hanging out, she found out that the blonde’s life was far from perfect. She could already tell something was off earlier by the matted hair, since hair care is a pretty damn important practice with all Na’vi, regardless of clan, but then he told her how Neytiri never accepted him, how Jake always held him at an arms length to not anger her, how the Omatekaya, a forest clan they used to live with, didn’t accept him for his ancestry, and it broke her heart.

She didn’t blame the forest people for feeling pain from what Spider’s father had caused, but it made no sense to her that he’d be excluded from their community for it. He hasn’t done anything bad after all! And more than that, a word around the islands had spread that before escaping, Spider had saved countless Na’vi lives by holding back the demons who were going to kill them to draw Jake Sully out of hiding. He had become somewhat of a hero around the reefs, so it became obvious it her that she couldn’t go to his "parents" for dating advice. They didn’t even adopt him until three weeks ago, so what’s the point?

Instead, she went to his younger brother.

“Uhm, hi Neteyam!” She came into the empty marui, gently pulling her hair out of embarrassment.

Neteyam’s back was turned to her but he smiled, recognising the high-pitched chirping and already guessing what she came here for. Tsireya hinted to Lo’ak about her feelings and Lo’ak told Teyam and Kiri. (not Tuk though, because she is still in her "snitch" sibling phase and would tell the entire village)

“Hey there! What’s up?” He put on a mask of obliviousness and turned to her.

“Ummm..” she fidgeted “So, you know Spider right?”

He chuckled at her nervousness “yeah, what about my brother?”

“Well we um….have been hanging out recently and…he’s kinda, well, okay, he’s really sweet so like…I’d love to take him out on a date…” she finally met young warrior’s eyes.

“Uh huuuuh” Neteyam couldn’t hold the playful grin off his face, it was too adorable.

“So um…what are things sky people do when courting?”

Neteyam’s smile faltered. He expected her to ask him about things Spider liked, or where he was, but did not expect to be asked about human tradition.

“I’m sorry Fwasim, but I know nothing about human courting practices. Maybe ask our father? He lived on ‘Rrta before he became one of the people.” He suggested, but noticed how her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed as she turned silent.

“…I don’t like them. I’m sorry.” She settled for saying, and when Neteyam didn’t jump to their defence, she spoke again. “They…they were cruel to Spider. I know they were.” She looked up at the forest boy, her expression cold “He tried being nice about it but even then, the things he said…were terrible.” Anger crossed her eyes “And he doesn’t even realise it.”

The young man let out a breath of relief at her words. On top of being a positive influence, she took Spider’s side. He liked her.

To her surprise, he nodded in agreement. “They are rightfully angry, but take that anger out on the wrong person. They were cruel to him, you’re right about that…” he trailed off, before standing up. “Alright, you know what? Let’s call Spider’s "uncles". They are sky people and one of them is fluent in Na’vi. They’ll tell you all you need to know!”

Fwasim’s eyes widened as she took Neteyam’s hand. She was gonna meet Spider’s extended family already?

✨It was definetly meant to be!✨

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Author’s notes: anyway, here ya go! Btw just in case, Fwasim isn’t an OC I ship Spider with in every scenario, it was just a one-time character to show off how much attention Spider is getting from the teens around the village, but I might write more about her if someone request🤷

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cheater cheater pt. 4 | j.k

you and johnny are getting better. not perfect, but better. and you know better means you just can’t stay away. (pt 1) (pt 2) (pt 3)

warnings: smut, oral (fem. receiving), a tiny hint at drunk driving, reader is a smoker, fluff :)

word count: 8.2k

a/n: the last part…

taglist: @asskickedbygirl @kristinee @lizey-thornberry @faceache111 @brandons-wife

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Mark it in the pages, everyone. You, Y/n Y/l/n, were having a good time for the first night in what felt like months. Things had been…slowly…getting better with Johnny, and tonight you were actually getting along.

You were out with all of the crew, as you usually were, but what made being around everyone different this time was that you and Johnny had been slowly working towards getting better, so there was no animosity to tinge the night so far. No more screaming matches, no more angry sex and horrible insults, and no more…other people. You had spent the last three weeks or so doing exactly what you’d promised to do, and it was actually going pretty well.

So yeah. Not perfect, but not bad, either. Johnny was actually somewhere else in the club everyone had agreed to meet at, and you hadn’t actually gotten to talk to him, but your last ‘date’ had ended on a good note, so you weren’t exactly worried.

In fact, you were having the time of your life with your friends.

"Jennifer Aniston!" Steve-O called out the next celebrity in your game of Bang or Rob, and then put his hand to his chest. "Bang. I met her. She's nice."

"Also met her, but rob. Do you know the kind of cash flow she's sitting on? I could buy myself a fucking mansion with that." You scoffed, sipping out of your liquor bomb drink as you spoke.

"I would bang. Blondes are like, the thing, man." Dave said, chuckling to himself as the liquor completely invaded his senses. Ryan put a hand over his heart and let out a girly hum.

"Aww, that's so sweet. I knew there was a reason God made me blond." He crooned. In that moment, your large indulgence on liquor got the better of you, and you laughed hard. What were you supposed to do? Ryan was literally the world's funniest person, and it only got worse once you stopped being sober.

However, your laughter was cut short out of surprise, because suddenly a familiar set of hands was slapping down on the table in between you and Ryan, and then Johnny Knoxville himself was leaning into them as he looked over all of us at the table.

"Sup, losers?" He said happily, a wide grin on his face as he leaned so far against the table that his head was almost level with the rest of you. “I need to talk to Y/n.”

“We’re in the middle of something. Go away.” Steve-O complained, waving Johnny off and reaching right across to drink out of your drink. You groaned and snatched the cup out of his hand before he could put his gross mouth on it, setting it over by Ryan and then starting to get out of your seat because you knew that Johnny wouldn’t give up pestering you until you followed his request.

“Be right back. We’re doing guys next.” You said, jabbing a finger at all of them before you turned to your own lovely attention-whore and dragged him away from the table. "Can I help you?"

You waited until you were sure that you were far enough away from everyone else that you knew before speaking, because you really had no idea what he was going to say. He looked unbothered, his eyes not leaving yours and his smile not faltering as your iron grip on his arm kept him in place.

"Let me buy you a drink." He offered, his smile softening a little bit as he visually tried to relax for your amusement. You paused, knowing he was just trying to get him to yourself, before nodding because one drink wouldn’t hurt.

"Fine. But only one." You warned, caving into his offer and following him towards the bar. Johnny snickered.

“Don’t get too excited.” He teased, his hand finding your lower back to guide you through groups of people to get to the club bar that was centered in the room. Once you made it to the bar, you both sat down on stools to wait for the bartender surrounded by swarms of people, and you raised an eyebrow.

“You know, you could’ve just joined our booth. You didn’t have to drag me away from everyone else.” He had a bad habit of trying to hog your attention every chance he could possibly get. He shrugged.

“They never shut the fuck up. I want you to talk to me.” God. It wasn’t like he was even trying to be subtle. You bit back amusement.

"So you miss me." You summed up, drumming your fingers against your chin where it rested in your palm as you looked at him. It was so evident in the way his eyes wouldn't leave you. When he spluttered, you shook your head and smiled just a little bit. "I don't mind if you do, PJ."

"Of course I fucking miss you. I always miss you." There it was. Just as you were going to try and respond to that with some poise, the bartender reached the both of you for your orders. He used that as his escape from the conversation.

"Rum and coke, please." Johnny gave her one of those wide smiles, and you soured at the way she winked back at him before she slowly turned to you. Johnny didn't seem to pay attention, his eyes glued to you as you ordered after him.

"Same for me." You didn’t want to make it obvious that you still didn’t like the prospect of other women flirting with Johnny, but he needed a wake up call at some point. “She your type?”

“You’re my type.” He replied easily, eyeing you pointedly as he turned completely away from where the bartender was still standing within earshot of you. You almost laughed at that, rolling your eyes.

“I don’t know if I wanna be your type.” You teased, referencing the way his flirting game was always turned up to 11. He winked at you.

"You be whatever you wanna be, babydoll. I'm just along for the ride." Yeah, he had definitely been drinking. He never said anything that douchey when he was sober. You laughed and ran a hand over your face.

"Knox. Shut up and drink." You groaned, motioning to the glass that the bartender had just slid towards him. Yours was nowhere in sight, and you could feel yourself getting irritated towards the bartender. It only got worse when you noticed pen on the napkin she slid after his drink. A phone number.

"Well, would you look at that. Maybe I'll get to find the Ville to my Y/n." He said cockily, waving his napkin at you with an instigating smirk on his face. You tensed slightly at that, because up until now he’d been in about the opposite of a joking mood about that whole situation, before biting the inside of your cheek.

"For someone who wants to make up and fix things, you sure aren't acting like it." You gave up on your attempts to skirt over your harsh feelings, instead meeting them head on with an unimpressed look on your face.

"What? You said to get over it, and when I get over things, I make jokes. And he’s a joke, so it works." And there he went, just proving your point further. You blew out a sigh, desperately wishing that you had remembered to snag your liquor bomb out of the booth before Johnny had convinced you to go to the bar. You weren't drunk enough for his bitterness.

"Stop." You said tightly just as the bartender slid your drink forward, taking a large sip of your drink to soften what could’ve been quickly turning into a fight.

“I’m kidding. Swear. I’ll stop.” Johnny said then, wiggling his eyebrows at you over the rim of his glass as he took a sip two times bigger than yours.

"That’s hilarious. I almost laughed that time.” You muttered, rolling your eyes as you watched him drink. He was clearly having a ball messing with you, and you were trying to will yourself to relax. “Glad you’re having so much fun.”

“You should be having fun, too.” He scoffed, and then you felt yourself jump a little bit when you felt his hand on your knee. Self control. Self control. Self control. “I know a few ways you could have some fun.”

“Yeah? Pray tell.” You tried to look unimpressed, but you found your eyes pulling strongly in the direction of his hand on your knee. It only got worse when his fingers started to skate higher.

“It might be a little…unsavory for where we’re at.” He said coyly, his eyes finding yours with a smirk pulling hard at his lips. You bit your tongue.

"I don't know. Sometimes I allow it. With certain people." You said offhandedly. Goddamnit. Your so called 'iron-resolve' was fucking pathetic. One genuine smile from him and you were ready to spread your legs open for him all over again. There went being patient.

"Well then you’re really gonna like what I’ve got." Just as the bartender leaned over the bar to check on you both, Johnny dipped his head towards you, his teeth finding the sensitive skin of your neck and sinking in softly. "Let me take you to the bathroom."

"PJ. Nuh uh." You pushed his head away from your neck, laughing like an idiot as you were met with lust-filled eyes. You ignored the bartender's sour look in favor of gazing curiously at him. "You seriously want to?"

"I need you, Y/n." He breathed, his hand finding my hip as his head dipped down lower so that you barely had any space between the two of you. You took one look at his parted lips and dilated pupils, then nodded in agreement. One step back was fine if it was two steps forward, right?

"Okay, let's go." You took his hand, abandoning your drinks on the bar-top as you pulled him along towards where you could see the bathrooms on the wall of the club. "Don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”

“No one fucking cares anyway.” Johnny brushed your worries off, pushing the single stall women’s bathroom open and quickly pulling the door shut behind you.

"I don't know..." You mumbled as he closed the door behind you, the twinge of guilt building up into your chest as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He swayed you, lips dipping back to your neck right over the spot where he had bit not two minutes earlier. "Someone definitely saw us come in here."

"Y/n." He broke away from your neck, gently taking your face in both hands and holding your gaze strongly. "You’re an adult. You can do what you want. Who cares what those assholes have to say about it, alright?"

Sometimes, in moments like these, the moments that had made you so angry at him before didn’t seem so bad. He could be so sweet. His reassuring words, his soft touches, everything. You sometimes wanted them permanently without consequence so badly.

"Okay." You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down and pull back into the moment you were currently in. Not exactly a completely romantic one, but one that appealed to you nonetheless. "Sorry."

"Don't say sorry. Just let me give you what you deserve." He said softly, his hand moving to push your hands apart where you were nervously picking at your nail beds. You looked up at him, smiling softly when you realized that you were just being stupid. Trying to hold standards that didn't exist just because you were tipsy.

His hands gently fell to your hips as he pulled you closer to him, his eyes calm and relaxed as he leaned down and kissed you softly. Familiar taste and familiar smell enveloped you, and you fisted your hands in the front of his Budweiser shirt to get him as close to you as he could go.

"You want me?" He broke your kiss to breathe softly into your ear, his wandering hands finding purchase in the back pockets of the Dickies that you had stolen from him once a long time ago and then had just never given back. You let out a shaky sigh.

"Fuck. Yeah." It felt like you were openly admitting it to yourself at that moment. You had thought that you’d be able to forget what it felt like to have Johnny's hands all over every inch of your body, but you were just lying to yourself. You could never forget, because nothing could ever compare.

"Good." He started on the belt that was holding your (his) pants up, his breath shaking in his throat as your hands slid under the hem of his shirt to touch his warm skin with your cold fingertips.

"Not in the bathroom—" You began when he suddenly dropped down to his knees on the ground in front of you once he had gotten your belt out of the loops, wincing at the thought of how dirty the bathroom floor probably was. The pants immediately sagged low on your hips without the assistance of your belt, and he tutted.

"Yes in the bathroom. I need it." He was half demanding and half pleading with you as he loosely hooked his fingers in the waist of your pants and pulled them the rest of the way down your legs. He then raised his eyebrows and slowly looked up to you after getting a look at the lacy thong you were wearing. "You planning on gettin' fucked or something?"

"Something like that." You said breathlessly as he took the fabric of your underwear between his teeth; that cheeky, shit-eating grin on his face as he began to slowly pull them down your thighs. "Okay, showboat. Quit fucking drawing it out."

"Feisty." He quickly used his hand to pull your thong the rest of the way off, and you frowned momentarily when you noticed that he was shoving the thin material into his back pocket. Before you could open your mouth again to voice a complaint, however, his hand was coaxing one of your legs over his shoulder, and then his mouth was on your clit with wide, open-mouthed tonguing kisses.

"Oh, fuck." You were no longer consciously aware of the fact that you were trying to remain subtle, and your head fell back as your fingers laced their way into his hair. "Fuck, PJ."

He hummed, his hand pushing you closer as he swiped his tongue through your pussy over and over again, a sucking sound coming rhythmically from the movements of his tongue. He had a hand splayed out over your thigh, and your hand unconsciously fell down to his, his fingers lacing together with yours so that he was holding your hand while he sucked on your clit.

Way to keep a distance.

You knew you were probably pulling on his hair a little too hard, and you could hear the whimpers and gasps that came from his mouth even with it being occupied, but every swipe of his tongue over your already-sensitive clit had sharp spikes of pleasure shooting through your stomach, and you couldn't help yourself. If you were making a mistake, might as well make the most of it.

"Fuck, I love your pussy. Could eat this all fuckin' night." Johnny gasped in a momentary break for air, his hand squeezing yours even tighter as he gazed happily up at you with shining lips.

"Keep going. Please." You said breathlessly, feeling unsteady and dizzy with the absence of his touch. He really did have you whipped. You could feel a whine building in your throat seconds before he was pressing his mouth back in your pussy, satiating the need that was threatening to consume you and pulling a high moan from your lips.

The sight of Johnny's head between your legs in the bathroom mirror was only pushing you further, and you could feel your orgasm threatening to hit you as you arched your back even further back against the counter while you applied pressure to his head with the hand in his hair.

"Don't stop." You gasped as if you would've been able to pry him away if you’d tried, rolling your hips up towards his mouth. His free hand moved to keep your hips in place, and then with a few harsh flicks of his tongue you were cumming, head dropping back as you let out a sound that was way too loud to be kept within the confines of the small bathroom.

As always, Johnny didn't stop licking and sucking until you were forcibly pushing his head from your pussy, overworked and overstimulated as you pulled a shaky leg from his shoulder. Reality then came crashing in on you over what you had just let him do and where you had let him do it, and the only thing in the room to soothe you was the pleased, fucked-out look on Johnny's face as he wiped his mouth.

"God, you look so fuckin' gorgeous." He breathed as his cheek fell to your thigh, his hand still partially holding you up as you took big, heavy gasps of air into your lungs in an attempt to ground yourself. A brisque smile fell onto your lips momentarily, just long enough to indulge him. However, he seemed to catch on to your hesitancy, and suddenly he was standing up. His mouth was so close to yours that you could practically smell what he had just been doing.

"Look at me." The demand in his voice made your heart jump, and despite the sudden pull of his fingers on your chin, your eyes raised to his slowly. He stared directly at you. "Open your mouth."

It wasn't a familiar request, but the strength of his voice and your craving for his attention after being touched so carefully coaxed you into doing as he asked, eyes slightly uncertain as you stuck your tongue out a little. And then, in a moment that you knew was going to be ingrained into your brain for the foreseeable future, he spat right into your mouth.

"You taste your fucking pussy on my breath?" The look in his eyes demanded a response, and you slowly nodded, swallowing down his spit with your free hand bunching in the hem of his t-shirt. He leaned in even closer. "That's the only place you should be tasting it. You're fucking me, you understand?"

Words could not describe the dizzy pleasure rushing through your brain at the harsh tone of his voice. He could've said anything and you still would've been nodding along like you were now. He pressed his lips to yours, tongue barely swiping into your mouth before he was breaking away.

"Good. Now get dressed and come back out." And then that fucker slipped right out of the bathroom, leaving you pants-less and in shock as you stared at the door he had closed behind himself.

"Fucking Knoxville." You muttered to yourself, shaking your head to clear your thoughts a little bit as you picked up your pants. And now you had agreed to only fuck him. Awesome.

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That was the last thing Johnny had said to you not ten minutes before, and ever since then, you’d been trying your best to avoid him. You didn’t know how you felt about the things he’d said to you throughout the night, and you definitely weren't sure about the fact that you were feeling a lot more partial to him than you had been a week ago.

Unfortunately for you, if you let Johnny Knoxville put his hand in your pants, there was a good chance he was going to follow you around like a lovesick puppy with attachment issues until you forcibly kicked him away. Which is why, while you were trying to both listen to and tell stories with Dave at the club couch that you had moved to sit on, Johnny was basically up your ass.

First it started with him purposely acknowledging Pontius' invite for conversation right behind you so that he could not-so-inconspicuously rest his hand right behind your head on the back of the couch, which Dave noticed just as fast as you did and sent you a look that was both judgmental and amused. Then it escalated when Johnny sat down directly next to you.

"PJ." You spoke in a warning tone as his arm knocked into yours, and you felt a deep shoot of irritation run through you when he completely ignored you and continued to animatedly talk to Pontius about the long, drawn-out way that he had come up with the stunt that you were all currently in the process of getting set up for in LA.

"You guys are still broken up, aren't you?" Dave didn't sound sure of himself as he asked, and you rolled your eyes. Not everyone in the crew knew that you and Johnny were still…doing what you were doing, although you were sure some of your friends had begun to suspect you. Thankfully you had gotten better at hiding it, and this time you hadn't even left any hickeys on each other.

"Yep. And yet here he is." You grumbled, nodding your head to the side in Johnny's direction. Usually this kind of up-close-and-personal behavior would signify that Johnny had been through a few too many tequila shots, but you knew that there were other reasons behind his clinginess tonight. "He's trying to get fucking attention."

"Doesn't he have a girlfriend?" Once again, Dave did not sound sure of himself on how much that really mattered. If only he knew the half of it. You pursed your lips, taking a long sip of your drink and pondering whether you had enough energy to get up and move.

"Apparently not anymore." It had been three weeks since Johnny had broken up with Mandy. Three long weeks of getting over some of the biggest fights of your lives and slowly repairing the relationship that had been tinged by the never ending drama during your breakup. "He probably fucking annoyed her into leaving like he's doing right now."

Annoyed her in one way, alright.

"Y/n, you are one of my best friends, and I love spending time with you, but I need to be like, four more drinks in before I start listening to this shit." After a second of pause, Dave spoke honestly to you, and although you really didn't want him to leave you with an overly-clingy Johnny, which he was currently getting up to do, you couldn't help but laugh.

"Fine. But take Pontius with you so that I can ream his ass into leaving me alone." You spoke a little quieter then just in case Johnny could hear you over his own rambling, motioning over to where Pontius was kneeled right on the edge of the long couch by him. "And grab me a beer, too."

Just like you thought, as soon as Johnny didn't have Chris' attention anymore, he was immediately stretching his arm over the back of the couch so that it was mere inches from being wrapped around your shoulders before he was turning in your direction. He was met by your bitter glare, which he took in head-on.

"What's wrong with you?" There was no snark in his tone, but you could tell that the allusion was there. You couldn't exactly blame him, because you knew perfectly well that you looked miserable, but god be damned if you weren't going to blame him anyway. You weren't quite done being mad at him, after all.

"Do you have to sit right next to me? You're touching me." You complained, shooting a dirty look at the lack of space between you. He didn't move, which didn't surprise you at all, just let a hint of a grin ghost his lips.

"Did you get rid of everyone on purpose, or are you just scaring people away with that look on your face?" He retorted, raising his eyebrows in question over the rims of his JK monikered sunglasses. You just stared at him, trying to hold yourself back from snapping something back.

"Getting me a drink and being scared off are two different things. Just like making conversation and pestering." You were speaking pointedly, and you made sure that he could tell by the look on your face. He blew his breath out in an almost-whistle, shaking his head.

"You wanna make conversation? I'll make conversation." You could tell that you were starting to get to him, and you had to bite back a grin at the fact. Usually he was pretty easy-going, and your attitude did nothing if not encourage him more, but today he was evidently off his game. He wasn’t quite done being mad at you, either. Baby steps. "You wanna hear the story I was telling Chris?"

"Hell n—"

"It actually involves you. So you know how you learned how to do that move where you kick someone and knock them out just in case we did a bit on it?" Great. It involved you. That was always nice. When you gave up on ignoring him and just nodded along, he continued. "I wanted all the guys to get that done to them to see who takes it best, but I know you're busy tomorrow so I found a different chick that can do the same thing. You know, because it's funnier to have a bunch of guys get knocked out by a girl."

"Why are you setting up before the actual day if it's not a set stunt?" You could get knocked out anywhere in the world. You didn't need a set for that. You knew you were just digging yourself into a hole by asking questions, as he would definitely answer by tenfold, but you were kind of in a tough position considering he was about three inches away from you. And you weren't completely against the fact that you could smell the scent of his sweet cologne due to how close he was to you.

"Because I want them to fall off a ledge and onto a catch bag when they go down." He said it like it was obvious. Sometimes you wondered if something was a little not right in his head. "God, I wish you could be there tomorrow. You could've done those cinematic falling shots. You know, you could always just—"

"Don't ask me to come in. It’s my one day off." You had been working non-stop for close to two months now, and you were starting to get a little burnt out. It also didn’t help that you knew you’d be deathly hungover by the time morning came. Plus, he didn't really care about your falling shots. He just wanted you to be there so that you were the one doing the kicking.

"Even if I did come in, I wouldn't get any shots, because you'd want me to kick."

"You just look so much better on camera." You were supposed to be ‘gently leading back into things’, but he could say things like that. He was just full of good stuff tonight. You raised an eyebrow, shaking your head.

"Funny." You were refraining from making any comments on that. He seemed to be in too much of a good mood for things to genuinely bother him, but you didn't want to chance it. You were honestly enjoying his company (for once) too much to ruin it.

"What? Your face is cinematically pleasing." He protested, reaching out to pat your knee with a satisfied look at his own compliment. You snorted.

"Cinematically pleasing. That's an interesting compliment." You muttered, grinning despite your best intentions. He really was funny, whether on purpose or not. "PJ, you don't care about being cinematically pleasing. You just want it to look like it hurts."

"But I care about you caring about it." He insisted. You then noticed that he had never taken his hand off of your knee after he'd first touched it, and you silently wondered if he was even talking to you past trying to get in your pants for the second time in an hour. "You know, we should really buy you one of those fancy still shot cameras. You take great fuckin' pictures. I think you’re even better than Kosick."

"You're being real nice. I thought you were mad at me." You said softly. His hand hadn't moved up any further, but you knew it wanted to. Especially because he was pointing out things that he never even made a point to mention before.

"Can’t be mad at you when you look as good as you do, dollface." As he said that, you scoffed with a badly-suppressed grin, because he was really something else, but he clearly was oblivious, because he continued to talk. "Anyway, I think the next stunt we're gonna set up is—"

Dave and Pontius never came back. Which meant, in turn, you were left with the babbling wonder for the unforeseeable future, during which he didn't shut up for more than a breath before continuing into whatever asinine topic he could think of next. The only time he'd left you alone was to get up and get the both of you more drinks, but he'd been back with a bottle of vodka before you could make an escape.

By the time you could see your friends progressing into drunk, doing-stupid-things territory, it felt like your mind was melting. You and Johnny were still sitting on the couch, but you were now turned sideways so that you were facing him directly with your legs crossed and your face resting in both hands as you stared dead-ahead in his general direction. You were starting to think that you were going to have to toughen up and escape for home. You weren’t sure you were going to be able to deal with this any longer.

"...and I didn't hate it, per se, but I didn't really like it, either. I mean, it was better with you, but I haven't done it since." He was now on the topic of acid since he'd seen someone selling it in the corner of the club, and he was telling you things you already knew. Like he said, you’d seen him on acid a few times. "Did I ever tell you about the time that I thought you were coming to kill me when we took acid?"

Alright. Enough.

"PJ. Honey." You took the one of his hands that wasn't holding the vodka bottle in yours, evidently startling him out of continuing his story as his gaze steadied on yours. You shook your head. "No more stories."

"Oh, Jesus. I've been talkin' your ear off." He seemed to suddenly realize how long you’d been sitting there and how much more crowded it had gotten since you’d arrived pretty early in the night. You nodded slowly, stifling a yawn.

"I gotta hand it to you. You really know how to keep me from getting out of control in your own, special way." You muttered, leaning your head to the side so that you could rest it against the back of the couch. "And you don't have to tell me about when you thought I was going to kill you when you were on acid. I remember when that happened. You freaked out and rolled yourself out of bed."

"Why didn't you tell me to shut up sooner?" He asked, as if the thought of him rambling until you died actually bothered him. You let go of his hand, reaching into the pocket of your sweatshirt until you found your cigarettes and lighter before pulling them out.

"I was waiting for Dave to come back with my beer." That was a lie, and he knew it, but it was easier than admitting that you liked the sound of his voice. You let smoke pour out of your nose as you lit your cigarette with your head still resting against the couch, looking up at him with tipsy interest. He tsked, reaching out and brushing his thumb over your cheek.

"I tired you out, didn't I?" He asked, speaking softer now as your eyes closed slightly to his touch. Too much vodka and not enough self control.

"Yep." You mumbled, leaning your face completely into his palm and letting out a soft sigh. You could've fallen asleep right there if you’d put some effort in.

"You gonna go home?" He sounded slightly dejected, and you felt your heart ache. Maybe you wouldn't leave alone. Maybe. His hand was still on your cheek, and he was wearing one of your favorite shirts on him.

"Yep." You said again, taking your cigarette out of your mouth and lifting your head up off the couch to look him seriously in the eyes. "I'll take you home with me if you kiss me."

Okay. Zero self control. But he’d been sweet lately, and you felt good about tonight. His lips parted slightly in surprise, and then he was grinning.

"Oh, that's what we're doing now?" He chuckled, his eyes slowly moving down and then dragging back up in a look that was close to eating you alive. He then leaned in, the hand on your cheek moving to grip your chin before he was pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your lips. It was a lot sloppier than you were anticipating, but you’d both been pretty stringent with kissing up until then, so it was barely a second before you were reciprocating with equal effort.

Making out in the middle of a crowded club when it was pretty common knowledge that you weren't together probably wasn't the smartest idea, but honestly, who gave a fuck. If no one was ever going to pull you aside and be real like good friends were supposed to when you were making bad decisions, then you were just going to keep making them in the form of your all time favorite bad decision. Whose name happened to start with a J. And who was slowly working towards turning himself into a…neutral decision.

"Whew. Straight vodka." He said as he broke away from the kiss, making a face. Clearly his tongue in your mouth had betrayed how much you’d been drinking throughout his night of storytelling, and you winced apologetically.

"Yeah. I think I drank too much." You admitted, looking down towards his spit-shined lips another time and then grinning in guilt when you saw that he was watching you. "Way too much."

"Well, now I guess I have to go back to your place, huh? Make sure you don't asphyxiate." He crooned, holding out a hand for you as he started to stand up. You snickered, getting on your feet and then immediately feeling the liquor hit you as you swayed violently. Never drink sitting down.

"Thanks, Knoxville. No hidden intentions there, I'm sure." You raised your eyebrows suspiciously at him, and he feigned an offended look as he extended his arm for you to hold onto with most of your weight.

"Knoxville? You were callin' me PJ a minute ago!" He protested as he basically held you up while you walked, holding one of your hands while you used the other one to take another drag off of your cigarette and shrugged.

"That's your name." You said through smoke, giving Dave a huge grin and a thumbs up as you passed him at the bar with Pontius and Bam. He threw a hand in the air, and you just made a kissing face before he was too far behind you for him to see you anymore. Bam looked even less impressed.

"Not with you, it's not." Johnny was clearly trying to pull you faster so that you’d stop making faces at your friends, and you leaned into his shoulder and groaned at the quickened pace. Your drunk stumbling was no match for his long strides.

"Okay, PJ." You rolled your eyes, almost dropping your cigarette when Johnny reached his arm around your shoulder with his hand still holding yours to pull you away from running into someone. You blinked when your head spun. "Whew. Why did you pick vodka?"

"You like vodka. Clearly." He explained, glancing to the side to give you a pointed look. You chuckled at that, knowing that was about the truest reason he could've given. Vodka and any other liquor, especially liquor bombs, were usually a horrible mix that had you hating your life for at least a day an a half, so you were already on a path towards destruction.

You didn't know if Johnny was even sober enough to drive, but you weren't sober enough to care, so you trailed right along after him until you were getting into his car, which was sloppily parked on the curb to the left of the club. You hadn't gotten a chance to say goodbye to anyone that you had come to the club with in the first place, which you knew you were going to get shit for when you came back to work in a few days, but you couldn't be bothered considering Johnny had been literally holding your hand with his arm around your shoulders.

"I love sleepovers." You hummed as he helped you into the passenger side, blowing him a kiss and silently wishing that he had brought the bottle of vodka with him.

"Yeah, that's all it's gonna be, Y/n/n. You are plastered." Johnny said seriously, reaching across you to buckle your seatbelt and then taking your cigarette butt from you and huffing in a small drag before tossing it into the road. You pouted.

"Then we have to at least snuggle.” When had you ever had a sense of pride and self-respect, anyway? He raised his eyebrows.

"You know, if you keep all of this up, I'm gonna forget some rules that we've been following, sweetheart." He hummed softly, giving you a pointed look before shutting your door and not giving you a chance to respond. You made a face as you watched him walk around to the driver's side, drunkenly wondering when the hell you had ever been ones to follow rules.

"I'm just drunk, Peej. Let me live my life." You groaned once he opened his door, leaning your head against the shoulder of his bucket seat and blinking slowly at him. He turned the car on, giving you an I'm well aware look before resting his arm next to you on the console and taking your hand again.

"Oh believe me, honey. I'm all for you living your life."

The drive home felt like forever. You were getting tired, but at the same time you wanted to keep the party going once you got back to your apartment. You couldn’t help but picture the sight of Johnny in your bed the entire ride, running your thumb over the top of his hand as you did so whilst staring intently out the windshield.

When you finally pulled into your parking lot, you had realized that there was no way you had enough energy to keep any type of party going. Too much vodka and a long work day had sucked everything out of you. Not to mention Johnny sucking a lot out of you in the club bathroom to add onto everything.

By the time you both got into your apartment, you were ready to just give up and collapse on the first surface that was comfortable enough for sleep. However, you didn't get the option, because Johnny had a grip on you that kept you on your feet and off the floor that was looking more and more comfortable by the second.

"I'm not ready to go to bed yet." You whined when he tried to lead you towards the stairs that would lead up to where your room was. You had spotted your living room, and suddenly you were picturing your makeout session at the club. He let out a disgruntled sigh, pausing and looking around before motioning to the couch.

"Whaddya want? To sit down?" He asked, looking down as you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek against his chest. Drunk you was definitely going to want to kick your own ass in the morning. Especially because Johnny had the innate ability to remember all of what you had been doing the morning after.

"Mhm." You wanted to kiss him. If he hadn't been too tall for you to kiss him without pulling him down you would've, but you settled instead for letting him gently help you down so that you were sitting on the couch before you pulled him down next to you. You really needed to quit drinking. "We could sleep down here."

"Y/n, I already told you, we–"

"Just kissing!" You begged before he could tell you once again that you had rules to follow or whatever. He tongued the inside of his cheek, looking down at you with a spark in his eyes that you had a feeling was amusement. It only got worse when you pulled yourself closer to him, one leg half over his and your hand fisted in his shirt. He raised an eyebrow at you.

"What the hell's gotten into you?" He mumbled as your free hand came up to cup his cheek, his eyes having a hard time making it past your lips by that point. It was still dark in your apartment due to the fact that you had neglected to turn any lights on other than the stove light that was always on, but you could still see the look on his face. You smiled coyly.

"I miss you. A lot. All the time." Yep. You were definitely going to want to kick your own ass in the morning. Usually this happened the other way around, and Johnny was the one drunkenly admitting how much he missed you. And usually you were the one saying–

"No you don't." Johnny's eyes were soft as he spoke, and you couldn't detect the hint of bitterness in his tone that you usually could hear whenever he spoke to you.

“I do. I was trying to keep it a secret.” You mumbled, moving your hand up to cup his cheek. It only took a second of his love-drunk look trained in your direction before you leaned forwards and closed the gap, pulling him in more by the collar of his shirt as your lips met.

It was a lot sloppier this time than before, as you were drunk and Johnny liked it sloppy, so your hands were in his hair before long as you got closer and closer to him with every push of your tongues together.

One of his hands moved to your hip under the hem of your shirt while the other one stayed on your back to keep you from leaning back too far, and you could feel your entire body heating up as you pulled on his hair slightly. You’d been doing your best to keep space between you as of late as a way to actually work on your relationship, and despite all of your best inhibitions, you had really missed this much intimacy with him. He was letting you touch him more than he had in over a month (and vice versa), and he just smelled so good. You really had no self control when it came to Johnny.

"Slow down." He broke your kiss, giving you a look as he pulled your hand away from where it had been starting to push under his shirt and towards the buckle of his belt. Always ruining your plans. "You are really persistent, sweetheart. You know that?"

"I just wanna be closer to you." You pouted, looking at him with helpless eyes and saliva-coated lips as he wiped his own mouth off with his thumb. He let out a sigh, that relaxed grin coming back onto his face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and slowly guided you into his side. Exactly what you wanted.

"I know. I'm right here." He reassured you, running a hand over your hair and then pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Despite what people (yourself included) wanted to say about Johnny being immature and a little too carefree, he really did do a good job of taking care of you when you were drunk. You got really touchy when you’d had too much to drink, and he never complained. It probably had something to do with the fact that he was about ten times worse, but still. You appreciated what he was doing now as opposed to being dumped in your bed and left with a bucket like the rest of your friends would do.

"You're like, the best. I wish you could sleep over every night like you used to." You babbled against his shoulder, tracing your finger over the pattern of his shirt. He rubbed his hand up and down your arm, resting his cheek against your head.

"You'd get sick of me." He reasoned, watching the way you laced your fingers together with his where you’d dragged his free hand into your lap. You shook your head adamantly, looking back up to give him your most serious look before you kissed him again. And again. And again.

"No I won't. Stay here forever." You encouraged, nuzzling your face into his neck and then squeezing his hand before yawning. "I think I'm ready for bed."

"I'll carry you." He sighed, beginning to shift out of your steel grasp so that he could actually get off of the couch to pick you up. You didn't want to let him go, but you made the effort, forcing yourself to let him pull his hand away before opening your arms to him once he was standing.

You were then carried up the stairs and right into your room, Johnny taking the trip without a single problem in the pitch darkness due to how many times he had done it in the past.

He then helped you get undressed before you attempted (and failed) to do the same for him, ending up with you already curled up in bed while Johnny slowly stripped out of his clothes in the soft hue of the salt lamp you had left on due to being late for work that morning.

When he finally got into bed (and on his past pre-determined side, no less), you immediately enveloped yourself in him again, resting your head on his pillow with your arm thrown over his side as he wrapped both arms around you.

"Can I tell you something?" You asked after a little while of silence, tilting your head upwards slightly so that you could see his face. He let out a long sigh.

"Yes." He didn’t sound excited, but you were grateful that he was indulging you regardless. You paused for a second to gather your thoughts as you ran a finger up and down the muscles of his arm.

"I’m ready to be done. With waiting." You’d been ‘taking things slow’ for what felt like forever now, and you’d had enough of long talks and trying to put your feelings on a trial period. “I really miss you. And this.”

There was a king beat of silence before Johnny responded.

"Are you sure? I’ll wait as long as you want me to, sweetheart." He said quietly, kissing your cheek gently as he massaged your hip. You took a second before nodding to prove to him that you were actually using your brain to think and not just the alcohol level of your blood.

"I’m sure. I want you, and I want to be where we were." Every day that you had spent slowing yourself down and thinking out everything between you had been torture. Necessary, but torture. You had barely let yourself touch him at all, and it had been something that you would forever crave like the air you needed to breathe. “I trust you, PJ. And I still love you just as much as I did.”

Another beat of silence, and then Johnny was turning to basically wrap you in a bear hug with his weight half on top of you.

“God, I’ve been waiting for you to say that for so fuckin’ long. I’ve been done waitin’ for weeks.” He said happily, his voice a mumble against your neck as he let out a breath that sounded like he’d been holding it. “I love you. I never wanna lose you again.”

You were losing the battle to try to stay awake, and his body heat wasn't making it much better, but you wrapped your arms just as tightly around him, running your fingers through his flattened hair. A sense of peace that you had been unable to achieve over the turmoil that had been going back and forth between you for what had seemed like forever had slowly fallen over you, and you couldn’t help the full smile forming on your face.

"I'm glad you came back with me."

"Me too, baby." He sounded more content than you had heard from him in months, and you hugged him a little tighter. As long as you had him in your arms, you didn't care about anything. And it didn’t seem like you were going to have to worry about losing him again.

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DOCTOR WHO LIVEBLOG S4 EP6

Okay this episode has Georgia in it. Yay she's pretty

Poor Martha getting dragged along with them

Ooh where's this

Clean hands? Why is that special

Dramatic opening of a door

SHES PRETTY (side note how did I go a full 16 years before this year without featuring how queer I am)

Hey I recognise those sciency words

Ooh she's badass then

Okay so Martha got taken then

Oh she's just alone oh poor Martha

Martha the doctor

Those are bubbly aliens

IM DOCTOR MARTHA JONES WHO THE HELL ARE YOU I really like Martha

Oh they have the weird cloning thing too

*pats her* lol

What's the word, oh right propaganda (I can't remember words, I had to look that up)

They can't even remember the beginning of the war outside of myth

This seems like an incredibly pointless war

I love the Doctor so much

Very tactile aliens

Outthought lol

Okay don't be rude to her

Dude don't talk like she's not here and be rude

2 HEARTS eldritch girlie

DONT BE A DICK MY GUY

Heartwarming convo in a prison

Aww it's a very nice Hath

Lol Donna lovely

LITTLE MOUSE doctor why was that in your pocket

Aw I like the Hath very much

It's very windy out

Power hungry war whore

I wonder what the numbers are

Ooh secret door

Yes dude teach your daughter a nice lesson

Oh no Jenny

Oh no yes deny it

Omg that is amazing

Aww HUG

Oh no Martha oh no

Oh the Hath!!!

OH NO I REALLY LIKED HIM NOOOOOO

alone again alone again (poor Martha)

AAAHHH HE ACCEPTS HER YAY THATS ADORABLE

Dad Shock tm

Doctor Lore

YOU TALK ALL THE TIME BUT YOU DONT SAY ANYTHING AAAAAAHHHH

Aww Doctor

Poor Martha

A SPACESHIP

Power vacuums are never good

DEWEY DECIMAL SYSTEM

WHAT 7 DAYS WHAT IM SO CONFUSED

OH wow that's so cool

Ooh pretty it's like a botanical garden

Gorgeous

A game of telephone

That's crazy

Okay is power hungry war where gonna shoot

OH NO JENNY NO WHAT THATS SO MEAN THE POOR DOCTOR THATS SO SAD

OHO NO IM GONNA CRY

FUCK WHY MUST THE UNIVERSE DO THIS TO HIM

Post-mortem forehead kisses

PUT DOWN THE GUN DOCTOR

Oh wow oh wow oh wow oh wow oh wow

That was a gorgeous episode, just truly

Always is indeed

Aw goodbye Martha

LIGHT?

HOLY SHIT SHES ALIVE?! THATS AMAZING!?

ooh that was a happy stim moment

[giggly-squiggily]

hopefully demon slayer isn’t filled yet but, anyways… hear me out Akaza squealing for air tickles! I apologize for fangirling in advance.:)

Demon Slayer Slots Remaining: 2

Never apologize for fangirling, friend! I'm such an Akaza girlie, so I get it kjearkjakejrjkaerkj This is so freaking cute ahh! I went with Hantengu for this one! The anime's making me intrigued about him and his forms, so I figured why not give him a shot? :3 I hope you like it!

CW: Swearing

“FUCKING STAHAHAP IT!”

“Oo, he’s so angry!” Urogi laughed in glee amongst his brethren, fingers dancing over Akaza’s prone form. “We got him now, boys!”

“Muaha! Look at how giggly he is! I never thought I’d see such a demon having so much fun!!” Karaku laughed alongside him, waving his own hands around for added effect. “Is Lord Akaza too ticklish for his own good?”

“Oi, just get him already!” Seikido growled, growing irritated. “We’re wasting time!”

“Such a silly weakness for such a strong demon.” Aizetsu sounded glum. “Shame, really.”

Akaza would have told them all to go roll in sunlight if he could. Currently he was trapped below their hurdle of air tickles, laughing as he squirmed to and fro. “Hhahahahantehhehgu, cahhahahall thehehehem ohoohhooohohohohff!”

“EEEEK! I’m sorry, Lord Akaza! Forgive meeeee!” The tiny demon wailed from his hiding spot, tucked away behind a tall pillar as his manifestations attacked the striped man. “I tried to warn you before you took off my head, but you didn’t listen!”

Fair enough- Akaza was warned.

Didn’t make this whole ordeal any less humiliating.

“Aww, is someone a little too ticklish for his own good? Is he?” Urogi cooed at him, wiggling his fingers inches above his armpits. His knees kept his wrists pinned above his head, further worsening his predicament.

“I bet he’d be extra wiggly if we traced his whittle stripes!” Karaku teased, mimicking the motion above the stripes running along Akaza’s belly. “Lord Douma does it all the time and he seems to love it!”

“FUUUHUHUHCK OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOFF!” Akaza squealed, the noise high pitch as it ripped from his throat. The hurdle of demons around him cackled, equally delighted.

“He squealed! He squealed!” Urogi cheered.

“Do it again or I’ll kill you!” Seikido growled, air kneading his thigh.

“Poor Lord Akaza. Too ticklish to survive.” Aizetsu moaned in pity.

Akaza was going to wring Douma’s neck when he found him.

But first he had to survive Hantengu's antics.

Send me a headcanon and character(s) and I'll write a short 300-500 word dabble for it!