#gotta say that ‘fucking’ and ‘freedom’ always make me laugh

[despairlad2312]

What do you think America’s middle name is?

I’m curious since I’ve seen people give him the most random names, from Alfred Fucking Jones to names that are actually plausible like Alfred Franklin Jones.

So, if you want, let me know what does the F. stand for in your opinion

[umadosedepascal]

DIRTY HOLIDAY | Pedro Pascal X f!reader | One Shot

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner by @missyorkswhore

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: You go with friends spend the holidays in Mexico, such a coincidence to be at the same resort as Pedro. What a world, so small huh?

wc: 3.7k

rating/warnings: [little surprising plot] [Pedro being Pedro][unprotected PIV][oral sex m/f] [alcohol comsuption] [Curse words]

a/n: C’MON GUYS. Do I need to explain myself after yesterday pictures and videos? NO. FUCKING HELL NO. wtf Pedro.. WHY is he so fucking hot??? WTF. 😭

You are going with your friends to Mexico to spend the holidays this year. It was a tough decision to make because you always spend the holidays with family, but this time you decided to try something new away from home since your whole family always judges you. Your dad always comes to you saying, “You’ve been drinking a lot, my baby; slow down…”

All you want to say is that you are a grown woman and do whatever you want, but every year you keep behaving as an angel to them.

You and your girlfriends get on the airplane on the 24th, heading to Mexico for 2 weeks.

All of you are very excited and feeling some freedom in the air.

“Hell yeah, the first thing we get there will be a round of tequila shots… you gotta deal with me…” and your friends laugh with your sassy attitude.

A promise is a promise. You check in, change to your bikinis, and go to the bar by the pool.

“Hey buddy, 3 shots of tequila, por favor?”

The barman looks at you with half-closed eyes. “ID first, my ladies; you look under 18…”

Although you are all over 27, actually, you three hand your IDs on the counter and look around the pool waiting for your drinks.

One of your friends comes to you and says, “Hey, isn’t that guy from….”

Your jaw drops, your legs start trembling and shaking, trying to hold on to something and not to fall… “YES?”

Pedro is lying down on a sun chair in red shorts, drips of water are running down to his bare chest, and he is really deep into a book.

“I need my shot RIGHT NOW!” You say loudly to your friends, trying to compose yourself at the same time.

They know you have a crush on him and talk nonstop about his work, so this is going to be a wild trip if you get to meet him even for a second.

“Second round is on me; let’s do it,” one of your friends says.

All you can think about is him. You don’t stop to look in his direction and try to plan how to approach without being a silly, stupid, drunk idiot.

The most down-to-earth friend of yours tries to calm you down, saying that you will have your chance, etc., but you are so far away in your thoughts that you ask for a large margarita and tell them you're going to take a sun chair as close as possible to him and see what happens.

“You crazy! But yeah, good luck; I hope he’s not a dick with you…” one of them tells you, hopeless, not trying to hurt your feelings.

“Dick? Yeah, I want some dick… You laugh, already buzzed, walking towards the chair right next to his.

As long as you get near him, by himself, still deep into the book.

You already worked up the courage and asked, “Hi, is this chair taken?”

He gives a side eye, looking at you from head to toe. “No darling, all yours…”

As you sit on the chair, you can hear your friends from the bar cheering like party animals.

You look at him saying, “Jeez, these people know how to party, huh?” Hoping he didn’t see you before taking shots with them a few moments ago.

“Yeah, yeah… young people... having their time…” he says with a smooth voice.

You feel relief because he didn’t see you before with them and anxious at the same time because YES, you could start a chit chat with him.

“Erm, yeah…” You don’t know how to keep this going and pick anything that you find inside your ecobag just to create other possible ways to talk.

Lay down on the chair, put on your Ray-Bans, and open the FUCKING MAP of the resort.

Jesus, what am I doing? Should I say I know him? Should I just ask what he is reading or maybe wait for another brief comment coming from him?

You can see by the side of your eye that from time to time he looks at you, but very, very fast, you just hold that giant map, feeling like you're on mushrooms with empty thoughts on your mind.

You’ve got your friends getting drunk and cheering for you from the bar and the hottest guy in the world by your side.

Think wisely…

You grab your drink from the side table and sip it.

“Is that good?” He asks you.

Pretending like you got scared, almost dropping the fancy glass on the floor… “Did you just.. talk to me? Um, well, I had better ones. But this one isn’t bad at all…” you describe your drink with a shy smile.

What the fuck did I say???

He chuckles, closing his book and now sitting down on the chair.

“Hm... 3-star review? I’m getting one myself; I like cheap stuff.”

You simply just give a “ha” to him as he stands up and walks towards the bar.

Your friends get wild; at this point, they might think he is going to talk to them for sure.

You immediately look at them trying to mimic something like, “Nooooo, noooooo, don’t say shit, you motherfuckers!!!”

You are in a panic because you know them and what they are capable of, especially under alcohol influence.

But they understand wrong; they know you always need a hand in terms of trying to flirt with someone else.

You see one of them approach him, saying something and looking at you at the same time.

You are screwed up. You know.

The only thing you can do now is wait for your end, getting big gulps of your drink and trying to calm down.

He comes back with a wild smile on his face saying, “I just met your friends over there; they told me things... you don’t need to hide anything…”

You sit down quickly. “What? Hahaha, they… They are buzzed; don’t believe in what they say…”

He keeps looking at you with half-closed eyes. “Hmm,” he sits on his chair sipping his drink and says, “Yeah, it’s not that bad at all…”

You simply don’t talk for some moments; your anxiety is building up like a pressure cooker.

Until then… “Hey Pedro… I’m sorry… I just wanted to say hi, but I’m already drunk, and I don’t know how to start a proper conversation. They probably told you I’m a sucker for you… and the ‘dick’ thing as well. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a stalker; I don’t want to bother you. I just think you're awesome, and it was a stupid idea to come over right here, right now.” You run over words.

“Wow, wow, wow, they just told me to be nice to you, haha, because you care... about me.” Pointing to himself.

After you say all that with a flushed cheek, you let out a loud laugh looking at your friends that are already out of sight. You get more desperate saying sorry a million times, trying to compose yourself.

“What more did they say?”

“That you are awesome and know everything about my stuff, but with moderation… I don’t know what they meant, but yeah, I just didn’t catch your name…"

You tell him your name with eyes open and disbelief that your friends, for the first time, did a good job, but not you… not you.

“What’s the dick thing you told me?” He asks you with a smirk.

“Aaah, nothing… being a dick… that’s it.” You say, looking to the ground with shame.

He grabs you by the chin and says, “I would never be a dick to a beautiful girl like you…”

You feel a shiver down to your spine when he touches you like that.

Oh shit…I’m already wet without even getting into the pool.

“I, I think I need to… brb…” You leave everything behind and go straight to the toilet, locking the door and sitting there.

Breathe in, breathe out.Ok, I will just grab my stuff and disappear…What did I do?

As soon as you open the door, Pedro is there waiting…

“I usually don’t do things like that; it can be the vibe, my drinks, or even Xmas. I don’t know…” He says, grabbing your hips, pushing you back to the toilet, and closing the door behind him.

“Is that what you wanted? hm" He rubs his beard on your face, searching for your mouth.

He guides your hands to his growing bulge while running his right hand from behind you, rubbing one finger over your pussy.

You moan when he rubs his finger roughly against you…

“So wet already for me…” he says in between sloppy kisses.

“Since the moment I spotted you here, yeah…” you whisper, with both hands stroking his cock over the shorts…

Then Pedro takes you slowly to the sink and sits you there, spreading your legs…“Let me see what you got, beautiful… spread more…” putting your bikini bottom aside and lowering to the same level.

You grab his wet hair with one hand while he tongue darts you deep, sucking your lips and moaning low with pleasure…

You don’t even blink, just looking down at him savoring you, such a tease.

No fucking way this is happening…

You can feel his nose rubbing against your clit; you are getting close to the edge, but suddenly people knock at the door…

“Oh dammit…” You murmur disappointedly.

Pedro stops his worship on you and tells you with a low voice, “My room isn't far... want to see what naughty presents Santa has for you?" His fingers trace small patterns on your thighs, making you shiver.

“But we need to be discreet… What’s your room number? I meet you there…”

Pedro chuckled softly, his breath tickling your ear. "Discreet, huh? I like the way you think." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispered, "Room 217, second floor."

Luckily nobody is at the door anymore, so you sneak out the toilet.

You try to find your girls just to quickly freak out and disappear again, but there's no sign of them.

You come back to the pool area, and Pedro isn’t there anymore; you bite your lip, get a deep breath, take your stuff, and go towards the elevator.

Room 217

You knock twice.

The door slowly creaks open, revealing Pedro standing there, his shirt half unbuttoned, revealing his chiseled chest. He's holding a bottle of tequila and two glasses. His eyes roamed over your body hungrily.

Stepping aside to let you in, he whispers suggestively, "Merry Christmas to me, indeed." He gently shut the door behind you, his free hand trailing down your arm. "Hope you like tequila..."

“Hm, yeah, better be careful… right?

Pedro's eyebrows shot up, a devilish grin spreading across his face at the memory. "Ah, but that was just a sample of what I can do sober. Imagine what I'm capable of now, all loosened up." Doing a little dance…

Then he pours two generous glasses of tequila, sliding one towards you before picking up his own. "I've got a list of naughty things I want to do with you..."

Oh, he wants to play a game…I’m just gonna faint 😮‍💨

“Oh… tell me more…” You push him to the sofa, sitting on his lap.

A deep, sexy chuckle escapes his lips as he lets you push him onto the sofa, his hands immediately finding your curves. "Mmm, you're being a naughty girl..." He takes a sip of his tequila, then offers you the glass. "You first."

“My list? With you... it is an extensive list. Better you tell me yours first…”

Pedro leans back into the sofa, a confident smirk playing on his lips as his hands continue their exploration of your body. "Well, since you asked..." He takes another sip of tequila, his eyes never leaving yours.

The motherfucker is a tease; I knew it… I knew it!!!

His hands wander up and down your body possessively as he continues. "I want to see those perfect lips wrapped around my... gifts." He punctuates his words with a gentle bite to your neck.

"Then I want you bent over this fireplace mantel while I take you from behind, watching your reflection in that mirror across the room.” His fingers trailed along your waistband suggestively.

“Wow…You really don’t waste time on your list, huh?” You start unbuttoning his shirt all the way down.

He chuckles, his eyes locking onto yours as he sees you unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his chest and abs one button at a time. He helps you finish the job, tossing his shirt aside. "Guess not..." He growls, pulling you closer.

Pedro's lips curled into a wicked smile as you slowly head down towards his chest, his hand lightly gripping the back of your neck.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." you murmur approvingly, pressing your lips against his nipple.

He let out a low groan as you began to suck, his other hand coming up to gently stroke your cheek. "Fuck, just like that..."

You let out a soft laugh. “So… you like some worship on your nipples, huh?”

A deep, sultry chuckle escaped his lips, his voice husky with desire. "You're learning my secrets, aren't you?" His hand urges your head towards his other nipple. "Not just my nipples... but every part of me deserves some worship."

“That’s how I make my way down…” you whisper.

His breath hitches as you whisper your intentions, his body tingling with excitement. "Well then, I can hardly wait to feel those heavenly lips trailing lower..." He guides your face down his torso, his abs clenching instinctively under your touch.

As you kiss and nuzzle your way down his abdomen, Pedro's hands rest lightly on your head, his fingers gently guiding you. "Lower... lower... yes, just like that..." He hisses as your lips brush against the waistband of his red swim trunks.

You slowly peel back his zipper, the sound echoing in the room. Pedro's breathing grows heavier as you reach inside and wrap your hand around his thick, hard length. He lets out a low groan as you pull it free, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Fuck... oh god..."

Pedro's cock twitches eagerly as you firm your grip, the skin velvety soft, a prominent vein runs along the underside. The head is broad and round, flushed a deep red, with a tiny slit oozing with pre-cum. His hips giving an involuntary thrust forward, seeking more of your touch. "Don't tease me, beautiful..." He breathes out, voice strained with lust. "Put those gorgeous lips to work."

As you bob your head up and down, Pedro's hands tighten on your shoulders, his fingers digging into your skin. He starts to thrust gently…”Fuck... You look so beautiful with your mouth full of me..." He pants, his abs flexing with each thrust. His hands move to cup your jaw, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he guides your movements. The wet sounds of your sucking fill the room, mixed with his guttural groans.

I take you out of my mouth for a few seconds. “You taste so good, but I don’t want you to reach the edge, hottie…”

His breath catches at your words. "Mmm, teasing me now? You know exactly what you're doing..." His tone is a mix of both frustration and deep satisfaction. "Yeah, don't make me come just yet…”

“Yes, let’s work on your list…” You say, sitting back on his lap, cleaning the corner of your mouth with his precum.

Pedro's eyes darken with desire as he watches you clean your mouth with his precum. "Fuck, you're so naughty... I love it." He reaches out and runs his thumb over your lips, spreading it around before leaning in to claim your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

“So…What did you say about the fireplace? Second of the list…”

Pedro smirks mischievously. "Ah, the fireplace... I was thinking we could move our little session over there." He stands up, lifting you with him effortlessly. "I want to bend you over the mantel and fuck you from behind, watching your reflection in that mirror across the room.”

Pedro carries you to the fireplace, setting you down gently on your feet. He spins you around and bends you over the ornate wooden mantel, the cool marble pressing against your skin. "Keep those elbows locked," he commands, a firm hand on the small of your back.

Not happy with that, you just suggest, “Why don’t you just take me to the bed?”

"Because the bed is too ordinary," Pedro murmurs, running his hands down your thighs possessively, "I want to do this here, where I can watch myself take you in the mirror." He steps back to admire the view, his eyes roaming over your arched back and rounded bottom.

With a mischievous tone, you ask him… ”and you like to watch yourself?”

"Right now I’d love watching myself fucking you," Pedro confesses, his voice low and husky with desire. "Seeing my cock disappear into your pussy, feeling your body shake as I pound into you... it's fucking incredible." He reaches out to run his fingers through your hair, tangling them in the loose strands.

"And the mirror," he continues, his other hand reaching out to the mantel to steady himself as he lines himself up with your entrance. "Watching myself push into you, feeling your tight little hole squeeze around my dick as I fuck you hard against the mirror... fuck, it's going to be perfect."

With a deep grunt, Pedro thrusts forward, sheathing his hard length inside you in one smooth motion. He pauses for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried inside you before he starts to move, his hips slamming against your ass as he fucks you hard against the mirror.

"Look at us in the mirror..." He reaches around to cup your breasts while continuing his steady pace. "Watch how beautifully you take my cock. Those whimpers you're making... fuck, you're perfect." His pace quickens, his breath becoming ragged against your ear.

His fingers pinch and tug at your nipples as he fucks you relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. The mirror fogs up from your panting breaths and his sweat, obscuring parts of the reflection but not enough to hide the lewd scene unfolding before it.

In between moans, you beg him to take you to the bed; you can’t stand your legs anymore with so much pressure.

Pedro growls, pulling out of you abruptly and spinning you around to face him. He lifts you up and carries you to the bed, tossing you onto it before climbing on top of you. "I need to be inside you again, now."

He settles between your thighs, his hard cock pressing urgently against your slick folds. "Wrap your legs around me," he demands, easing the tip of his shaft teasingly along your slit. As you comply, he grips your wrists, pinning them above your head with one strong hand.

Pedro leans down, capturing your lips in a fierce, dominant kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips, claiming your mouth as his other hand guides his cock to your entrance. In one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside you again, swallowing your gasp with his mouth.

He breaks the kiss, his eyes blazing with lust as he begins to move, thrusting into you with deep, measured strokes that make the bed creak beneath you. "Fuck, your pussy feels amazing," he grits out, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you.

Pedro quickens his pace, his grip on your wrists tightening as he chases his release. The room fills with the sound of his hips slapping against yours and your breathy moans. "I'm going to fill you up so full," he pants, nipping at your jaw. One of his hands slides between your bodies, finding your clit and circling it with his thumb. "I want to feel you come on my cock…”

"Fuck, you're getting tighter... Is this what you need, baby?" His thumb presses harder against your clit as he fucks you with deep, forceful strokes, the intensity in his eyes unwavering. "Come for me..."

Pedro feels your walls clench around him, and he growls, "That's it, cum on my cock." He slams into you one last time, burying himself as deep as he can go. His thumb circles your clit frantically as his release builds. "Fuck, I'm close..."

With a loud grunt, Pedro explodes inside you, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his hot seed. His thumb presses hard against your clit, sending you over the edge as you scream in pleasure, your pussy milking his cock for everything he's got.

He stays buried inside you, his thumb slowly circling your sensitive bundle of nerves as he nuzzles his face against yours, breathing heavily. "Damn it, I will tell your friends you are amazing… they were right..." He murmurs, his voice muffled against your neck.

After a moment, Pedro slowly pulls out of you, his softening cock slipping free from your still-quivering pussy. He collapses beside you on the bed, pulling you into his arms and holding you close. "Can we keep up with this list?" You say.

He kisses the top of your head, his heart still racing from their intense encounter. "I think we should keep going, yeah. There are a lot more things on that list I want to try with you." He pulls out his phone and starts typing, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Hey, I need to check on the girls...” you say, worried about them being away for a couple of hours already.

Pedro looks up from his phone, his expression softening. "Of course, go check on your friends. I'll be here when you get back. But don't be too long, okay?" He says giving you a little wink.

As soon as you go back to your room, you find your friends passed out on the bed.

Well, I guess you will leave a note at the door saying thanks for the little help, and you guys will catch up on the next day because you won’t sleep in the same room for a while… The list is endless.

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[blondieeu]

Would you be okay writing some sfw & nsfw on what it would be like dating Connie? I know the reader is married, but he just interests me so much. I love how you based him on Rio, he’s my favorite.

i’m so passionate about connie being based off rio too it’s ok i love writing for him

been away. connie (constance) s.

“you good?”

and you’d just look at him. a moment for the two of you to be vulnerable together in a car you had no business being in, about to smoke a blunt you shouldn’t have been smoking, with someone you especially had absolutely no business being with.

“what’s wrong”

“can’t park here, my husband could see.“

he laughed, starting the engine as loud as he could while he looked at you, a bored expression. his eyes were low and his lips almost sparkled in the moonlight from the lip gloss you kissed him hello with.

“your husband mama?”

“yes!”

constance wore a white wife beater and some sweatpants, tattoos and muscles on full display to everyone who say him, but you knew it was only for you.

his prized gold chain laid across his collar bone. said his mother gave it to him when he was little. his car smelled like him too, the car you helped him pick out at the dealership. smelled like the color navy blue, if that made sense.

“yea ok. tell him your real man s’ takin’ you out.”

and he’d pass you the blunt, tattooed fingers grazing against your untouched ones and handing you a lighter before putting the car in drive and pulling off.

constance hated your husband, maybe you did too. he never listened and was always out, giving you the freedom to do the same. you weren’t a monster though, not like you didn’t care for him, just didn’t love him.

you loved constance— or as you knew him, connie. you knew you loved him when you started to worry about him when he told you he was ‘goin to make a play’ in the middle of the night. or at the point where you’d think about him, regardless of you being in a bed with a whole other man, your husband.

“where we going connie?”

“same place we go everytime girl. unless you want me to fuck you in this car.”

you squirmed in the passenger seat at the thought. wouldn’t be the first time but he could never not make you hot at the thought of having sex with him again, always gave you butterflies. made you feel like a virgin again. it wasn’t always about sex with him though, he was real with you.

when you got to his house it was like clockwork, order food, take a shower, put on some of his clothes and eat together. eventually deciding to eat in the living room and watch some bullshit show you’d been obsessed with recently.

so here the two of you sat. you laying with your head in his lap, and him with his hand rubbing on your butt and the other with the remote.

his house was like a second home to you, he said it was your home too. could come whenever you wanted to, move in if you wanted. got you a copy of the house keys, front door and mailbox.

“gotta move if you don’t wan’ fuck right now, you keep rubbin’ onnit.”

and again, like clockwork you’d work his sweatpants and then his boxers off to pull out his lengthy cock. he had a tan shaft with a pretty pink tip. connie always got so hard for you.

you wrapped both your hands around him but it still wasn’t enough to cover the whole thing. starting off you kissed the side of it, making sure to do it on both sides and even on the top before you took him all the way down into your throat.

connie would moan, head rolling and a tatted hand coming to push all of your hair up into the messiest ponytail you’d ever had. your free hand rubbing up connie’s tan stomach, pushing his wife beater up.

“fuck baby”

with your head bobbing at a decent pace, tongue flicking around his pink tip and getting a faint taste of his pre-cum. the sound of your boyfriends moans drowning out the tv show.

“want you to put it in connie”

you whispered as you let your head come down from his cock, still stroking while you looked up at him. his eyes were a little red from the blunt you smoked earlier. the tv illuminating his rough features, like the small scares on his face.

“so take your panties off then mama”

blondieeu xx

[minminbunny]

Best Friends to Lovers AU - Big Cock Singer! Bang Chan/Virgin Writer Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

💕Drabble Masterlist

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

"Chris, are you bitchless?" you asked, biting the ends of your pencil. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, "If you mean single then, yeah?" he said, setting his headphones down. "What brought this up?" he asked, leaning back against his chair. You purse your lips, "It's just your new song for the talent show. It's very intimate," you said, pointing the pencil at him. Chan chuckled, rubbing the back of his nape, "I didn't write that, Changbin helped," he said, gulping down the denial. You squint your eyes, "Damn so your co-writer was the one that was getting laid?" you said, tilting your head. 

Chan nodded, "Exactly, I don't have time for a one night stand. I work at night," he said, defending himself. "Was it Changbin's idea to be topless too?" you asked, seeing through his lies. Chan gulped, "That wasn't me. It was a stunt devil. That looked exactly like me," he said, his ears heating. You nodded your head, "Ah. Is that so? He sounded just like you, too. That's amazing," you said, your tone heavy with sarcasm. Chan bit his bottom lip and nodded, "Ahm, very amazing," he replied, having the same tone of sarcasm. 

You sighed and smiled, "Bestie between the both of us. You're the one who needs to get bitches," you said, faux sobbing. Chan blinked, "Wha- Why?" he asked, his face in disbelief. You faux a frown, "Because if you're writing imaginary sexual songs. Then you're basically me just song edition. One of us gotta not be a virgin in this friendship," you said, wiping your faux tears. Chan scoffed, his eyes wavering, "Of course. The stuff I write is definitely about someone, not creative freedom at all," he said, nervously laughing. 

You gave him a deadpan look, "You're a terrible liar," you said, cupping his cheeks. Chan frowned and looked up from his seat, "You're one to say," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. You pulled away, "So, you really want someone to ride you, huh?" you asked, crossing your arms. Chan gulped, "Writing about riding is easier in terms of metaphors!" he exclaimed, shaking his fist. You scoffed, "Sure, if it were one song. I'm pretty sure you made like three," you said, squinting at him. 

Chan pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, "Fine! You fucking cunt, yes! Maybe I fantasize about myself getting rode . It makes a good song and it spurs the fans on. Are you happy now?" he huffed, cheeks flushed with blush. You nodded, "Pleased. When's the last time you got some anyway?" you asked, setting your stuff aside. Clearly, this was more important than assignments. Chan nibbled his lip, "Months ago? I don't remember, I woke up the next day alone with no note," he sighed, brushing his hair back. 

You licked your lips, "What if I rode you? Would you allow that?" you asked, shuddering at his icy look. Chan tilted his head back, "You're tempting a dangerous game, little one," he said, his voice husky and low. You gulped, "I didn't know you have this side," you said, feeling intimidated. Chan chuckled, "Well, you were always my bratty little dongsaeng. There wasn't a need to overpower you," he said, standing up to pet your head. Your breath turned shallow and heavy, "Chris," you whispered, not knowing how to proceed. Chan noticed your dilemma, "Say please if you want me to take care of you, baby. Say no if you want me to stop. It's up to you, little one. I'm only here to provide," he reassured, stroking your hair. His fingers lightly brush against your cheek. You shuddered, looking up, "Please. Please take care of me," you said, your voice breathy and needy. Chan smirked, holding your chin, "Of course, anything for you, baby," he said, booping your nose. 

NSFW BELOW CUT

AFAB

"You're too big in this position," you whined, trying to ease yourself down his cock but it kept slipping between your dripping folds. Chan chuckled, "Baby, I already fingered your cunt open with four fingers, I'm pretty sure you're letting it slip away on purpose," he teases, lightly tapping his cockhead on your clit. You're mewling at the stimulation, "Help me? It's scary on my own," you sniffled, arching for his cock to fill up your ribbed walls after the long dragging foreplay his fingers teased to loosen your tight cunt. Chan hummed, aligning his leaking cockhead with your slightly gaping hole, "Deep breaths, little girl," he growled, hearing the audible crude pop of your cunt accepting his girthy tip. 

You whimpered against his chest, slowly easing yourself lower and lower down his hot veiny shaft. Chan kissed your hair, "That's it. You're so close, baby. Another half more," he said, rubbing your waist. You lifted your head, "This is only half?" you whined, feeling so full. Chan cooed, gripping your hips, "Let me help," he chuckled, bucking his hips upwards. "Hah, ah, hah," you moaned, arching your chest towards him. Chan hissed, rolling his hips, "There we go. Down to the hilt," he groaned, stroking your thighs as searing hot walls engulfed his throbbing hard cock. 

You hiccuped, your walls fluttering around his curved length, "Hah, fuck, fuck, fuck. It feels so good," you mewled, feeling the obvious tummy bulge when you leaned back. Chan growled at the sight, “Ah, shit. You took me so well, babygirl. Look at that bulge, so perfect for me," he rambled, his hair matting to his forehead as hot breaths escaped his lips. You lifted your hips, and gripped his shoulders, "Oh, yes. Hah, hah, ah," you whimpered, feeling his cockhead messaged against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Chan growled, watching your thigh trembled each time to fucked yourself down his cock. 

Your bounce's were deep and through, his cockhead kissed your cervix every time you rode. Chan huffed, gripping your hips firmer, "I'm sorry, little one. I know it feels good but fuck are you slow," he groaned, thrusting his hips upwards in tandem with your bounces. You cried out at the sudden thrust, tears dripping down your cheek, "Chris, chris, hah, fuck!" You cried, burrowing your face into his chest as he fucked up into your needy cunt at a relentless pace. Chan nosed your neck, he licked and kissed your skin, "That feels way better, yeah? My big fucking cock pounding your tiny little cunt," he groaned, thrusting harder and faster. 

"Hhgh, hah, more please, ah," you moaned, your eyes rolling back at the constant pleasure buzzing through your body. Chan chuckled, kissing your forehead, "Cum for me, little girl. I can feel your needy cunt milk my cock. Your walls are fluttering so fucking much," he said, his voice husky and low. "There, there, fuck!" You cried, dragging your nails down his chest as your orgasm broke. Chan hissed at your scratches, your walls squeezing around his girthy cock, "Good girl," he praised, thrusting through your orgasm. You sniffled, whimpering when he continued, "Too much, Chris," you whined, feeling his rough fingers rub your clit in tandem. 

Chan groaned against your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin, "Shit, shit, hah. I'm cumming," he groaned, thrusting deeply one last time before pumping deep within your walls. Another climax broke from you, your ears buzzed from the pleasure. Chan rubbed your back, stroking your cheek, "I'm never letting you go now, little one. The moment you said please means you agreed to the casualties," he whispered, nuzzling your hair. You sniffled, burrowing yourself into his chest. Chan chuckled, "You're alright, baby. It's safe. It's just you and me," he hummed, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of your dripping cunt

AMAB

"You're too big in this position," you whined, trying to ease yourself down his cock but it kept slipping between your dripping ass. Chan chuckled, "Baby, I already fingered your hole open with four fingers, I'm pretty sure you're letting it slip away on purpose," he teases, lightly tapping his cockhead on your rim. You're mewling at the stimulation, "Help me? It's scary on my own," you sniffled, arching for his cock to fill up your ribbed walls after the long dragging foreplay his fingers teased to loosen your tight hole. Chan hummed, aligning his leaking cockhead with your slightly gaping hole, "Deep breaths, little boy," he growled, hearing the audible crude pop of your hole accepting his girthy tip.

You whimpered against his chest, slowly easing yourself lower and lower down his hot veiny shaft. Chan kissed your hair, "That's it. You're so close, baby. Another half more," he said, rubbing your waist. You lifted your head, "This is only half?" you whined, feeling so full. Chan cooed, gripping your hips, "Let me help," he chuckled, bucking his hips upwards. "Hah, ah, hah," you moaned, arching your chest towards him. Chan hissed, rolling his hips, "There we go. Down to the hilt," he groaned, stroking your thighs as searing hot walls engulfed his throbbing hard cock.

You hiccuped, your walls fluttering around his curved length, "Hah, fuck, fuck, fuck. It feels so good," you mewled, feeling the obvious tummy bulge when you leaned back. Chan growled at the sight, “Ah, shit. You took me so well, babyboy. Look at that bulge, so perfect for me," he rambled, his hair matting to his forehead as hot breaths escaped his lips. You lifted your hips, and gripped his shoulders, "Oh, yes. Hah, hah, ah," you whimpered, feeling his cockhead messaged against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Chan growled, watching your thigh trembled each time to fucked yourself down his cock.

Your bounce's were deep and through, his cockhead kissed your prostate every time you rode. Chan huffed, gripping your hips firmer, "I'm sorry, little one. I know it feels good but fuck are you slow," he groaned, thrusting his hips upwards in tandem with your bounces. You cried out at the sudden thrust, tears dripping down your cheek, "Chris, chris, hah, fuck!" You cried, burrowing your face into his chest as he fucked up into your needy hole at a relentless pace. Chan nosed your neck, he licked and kissed your skin, "That feels way better, yeah? My big fucking cock pounding your tiny little hole," he groaned, thrusting harder and faster.

"Hhgh, hah, more please, ah," you moaned, your eyes rolling back at the constant pleasure buzzing through your body. Chan chuckled, kissing your forehead, "Cum for me, little boy. I can feel your needy hole milk my cock. Your walls are fluttering so fucking much," he said, his voice husky and low. "There, there, fuck!" You cried, dragging your nails down his chest as your orgasm broke. Chan hissed at your scratches, your walls squeezing around his girthy cock, "Good boy," he praised, thrusting through your orgasm. You sniffled, whimpering when he continued, "Too much, Chris," you whined, feeling his rough fingers stroke your cock in tandem.

Chan groaned against your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin, "Shit, shit, hah. I'm cumming," he groaned, thrusting deeply one last time before pumping deep within your walls. Another climax broke from you, your ears buzzed from the pleasure. Chan rubbed your back, stroking your cheek, "I'm never letting you go now, little one. The moment you said please means you agreed to the casualties," he whispered, nuzzling your hair. You sniffled, burrowing yourself into his chest. Chan chuckled, "You're alright, baby. It's safe. It's just you and me," he hummed, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of your dripping hole.

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curious what your thoughts are on venti, diluc and kaeya as yanderes? gotta show some love to the older genshin guys, and diluc still remains one of my fav characters in general!!

Diluc is literally my favourite character in Genshin, and I'm a Kaeya main. So this request is perfect for me

Yandere Venti

❥ Venti’s songs are famous across Mondstadt, but when he’s got his eyes on you, those songs are for you alone. He’ll weave subtle hints into his lyrics, making you feel like every note, every word, is about you. It’s intoxicating, but it’s also a trap—he’ll make you feel like you’re the center of his world, until you start craving that attention. And when you realize just how tangled you’ve become? Too fucking late. His melodies are like chains, binding you to him under the guise of love.

❥ Venti knows how to use his charm to keep you close. He’ll be there to cheer you up, lifting your spirits whenever you feel down, and he’ll make you think you’re the one choosing to stay with him. But it’s all calculated as hell—he’ll play the role of the carefree friend, the comforting presence, the one who always knows what you need. Before you know it, you’re completely dependent on him, and he’s got you right where he wants you.

❥ Venti is the god of freedom, but he doesn’t like sharing. If he feels like you’re getting too close to someone else, he’ll turn that charming nature into something far more dangerous. He’ll start showing up everywhere you go, interrupting conversations, casually pulling you away from anyone who seems interested in you. He’ll laugh it off, make it seem like it’s all a joke, but there’s a dark edge to his jealousy that you can’t ignore. He’s free as the wind, but when it comes to you? He’s possessive as hell.

❥ Venti might use his soft, gentle side to keep you close, making you feel like he’s the only one who understands you. He’ll make you laugh, comfort you, play songs that touch your soul. But when he’s alone with you, that softness shifts into something darker. He’ll hold you close, telling you in a soft, almost loving tone that you don’t need anyone else, that he’s the only one who’ll ever care for you the way he does. It’s terrifyingly intimate, like he’s casting a spell that binds you to him.

❥ Venti’s not shy about using his Anemo powers to keep you close. If you try to leave, he’ll summon a gust of wind to “guide” you back to him, all with that sweet, knowing smile on his face. He’ll play it off as a joke, of course, but there’s a gleam in his eye that says he means every word. You’re his favorite melody, and he’s not about to let anyone else steal the song. Once Venti’s claimed you, you’re bound to him, just like a note in one of his eternal, unbreakable ballads.

Yandere Kaeya

❥ Kaeya’s damn good at drawing people in with his charm, and he’ll use every ounce of it to keep you close. He knows exactly how to make you feel like you’re the only person in the room, like he’s completely captivated by you. But his charm isn’t innocent—he’ll say exactly what you want to hear, making you feel like you’re special, while subtly isolating you from everyone else. By the time you realize just how deeply he’s woven himself into your life, it’s too damn late.

❥ Kaeya’s smooth as hell, but he’s not immune to jealousy. If he sees someone else getting close to you, he won’t cause a scene—he’s far too clever for that. Instead, he’ll undermine them subtly, making them seem untrustworthy or unreliable. With a few choice words and that calm, knowing smirk, he’ll turn you against anyone he sees as a threat. And if they persist? Well, Kaeya has ways of handling obstacles. People have a habit of disappearing when they get too close to what’s his.

❥ Kaeya’s role as Cavalry Captain means he’s got a way with strategy and people alike. He’s the one who knows all the secrets in Mondstadt, and he’s not above using that knowledge to keep you in line. If he feels like you’re drifting, he’ll pull strings within the Knights to subtly restrict your freedom, making it seem like he’s the only one you can rely on. He’ll manipulate situations so that you find yourself leaning on him, needing him—and he’ll do it all with that infuriating, knowing smile.

❥ Kaeya has a genuine, albeit twisted, desire to keep you safe. He sees himself as the only one who can protect you, and he’ll go to extreme lengths to do just that. If anyone threatens you, he’ll deal with it personally, making sure they know exactly who they’re dealing with. The other Knights might suspect something, but Kaeya’s too clever to get caught—and as far as he’s concerned, the ends justify the fucking means.

❥ As a member of the Knights of Favonius, Kaeya knows how to play both sides—he can work within the system, but he’s never above bending the rules. He might even use his position to monitor your movements, subtly influencing the Knights’ patrols to ensure you’re never out of his sight for long. The other Knights may see him as a bit of a loose cannon, but they respect his skill, and he knows how to use that respect to his advantage. Nobody’s going to question Kaeya’s actions too closely, and that gives him all the freedom he needs to keep you close.

Yandere Diluc

❥ Diluc’s the kind of guy who feels like he has to protect everything he cares about—and when it comes to you, that instinct becomes overwhelmingly intense. He’ll want to shield you from every danger, but his version of “safety” means keeping you right under his watch. His love isn’t just protective; it’s possessive as hell. He doesn’t just want you safe; he wants you with him, always. And if you resist? He’s not above using his influence to make sure you’ve got nowhere else to go.

❥ As Mondstadt’s Darknight Hero, he’s used to working in the shadows, handling the city’s threats without anyone knowing. If you’re ever in danger, he’ll be the first one there, taking down threats with a quiet, ruthless efficiency. And the thing is? He likes that you don’t fully know what he’s capable of. It keeps you vulnerable, reliant on him, needing him to protect you. When he’s got you in his grasp, he won’t let go. Ever.

❥ Dawn Winery is his sanctuary, his fortress, and he’ll make damn sure it feels like a safe haven for you too—though maybe a bit too safe. He’ll ensure you’re comfortable, but there’s always a subtle pressure to stay within those walls. He wants you at the winery, close to him, where he can keep an eye on you. He’ll go so far as to make it seem like outside threats are too dangerous for you to handle alone. Dawn Winery becomes more than just a home; it’s a gilded cage.

❥ That brotherly relationship with Kaeya is complicated as hell, and the animosity between them adds a dark edge to Diluc’s possessiveness. If Kaeya even so much as looks your way, Diluc’s eyes turn cold, and he’ll waste no time reminding his brother that you’re his. There’s a deep-seated need to outshine Kaeya, to prove that he’s the one who deserves your loyalty and attention. If Kaeya tries to get close to you, Diluc won’t hesitate to confront him, warning him with that fiery intensity to back the hell off.

❥ Diluc’s got this obsessive side that won’t let him rest until he’s sure you’re safe and alone with him. He’ll check in on you, even if you’re out of sight for just a moment, tracking every move you make to make sure no one else has a claim on you. His attention to detail borders on terrifying, and nothing slips by him. He’s practically everywhere, and you start to feel like you’re always being watched.

[wigglesdtuff]

do you have any favorite one piece panels? or robin panels? from the manga :)

Sorry I took so long, I just have SO much I want to talk about. Since I have another ask about Robin panels, this one will focus on my favorite panels in general and I'll focus on Robin ones on that ask! These also aren't all just panels, some of them are pages/spreads. Some are emotional, some are aesthetic, and some are just funny. These are ones that impacted me specifically, and not all of them are like. Super iconic moments or ones I see a lot maybe? Some of them are. I'm rambling, this is a really long post. Sorry. I just love One Piece...

This is one of the first panels that hooked me in when I saw spoilers for Gear 5. It stuck with me SO much when I finally started the journey. There's so much joy and light in it, and intrigue with why Robin is sitting to the side. This panel will live in my heart forever.

I don't need to explain the emotional impact of the Summit War Saga, but I cannot applaud Oda enough for having the end of it being our hero weeping that he has his crew that he loves and that they're a light to the darkness he just went through.

I have a lot of attachment to characters who are young and have to grow up early, and Momo is like an insanely good example of this. But ALSO the way Luffy encourages his autonomy and his choice and hypes him up to fight for his own freedom alongside him. I just love these brothers.

It's a similar story with Bonney for me. The way he encourages her to fight for herself and what she's lost for her freedom - something SO important for her and Kuma - makes me cry. The faith she has in the future because of Luffy is just. So. Good. The things this manga has to say about joy in laughter, freedom, and creativity means SO MUCH TO ME. There's also something so special about the way she says she's been looking for him, and he responds that he's been with her the whole time. It's so.

I just think this is one of the best pages in the manga. Genuinely.

More Kuma, but I find this panel from the chapter that's technically "unfinished" to be so fucking gutwrenching. I know a lot of it was due to time constraints and Oda's a busy guy, but the way he couldn't finish THIS particular chapter honestly? Added to the emotional impact for me? I could totally be wrong, but to me it felt like he got too emotional working on it and combining that with the time constraints he had to turn it in as it was, and I personally love seeing an artist's hand in their work.

The whole Roger flashback shook me to my fucking core. This part and when he finds the poneglyph on Skypiea specifically.... Ugh. Ough. I can't wait to see this story come to an end, but I don't want it to end.

I can't not talk about Brook, but his encounter with Big Mom is so incredible for him as a character. We once again see how unshakable his loyalty is, and calling an emperor "young lady?" Oh my God the balls on this skeleton. Also, I adore Big Mom, she's my favorite villain. I'll have to gush about her sometime too.

I have a very special connection with Toko and Hiyori specifically. I also lost my dad (though I have a complicated relationship with him, he ultimately did what he could for me and I will always love and miss him deeply in a way that it's hard to express) a few years ago. The horror of losing a loved one and only being able to laugh is. So powerful, Oda was insane for SMILE. However, there's also something I'm attached to 'cause I remember very distinctly the day he passed, I went to lunch with some friends to have company, and I remember my friend telling me later that she knew I would be okay because I was laughing. It didn't really stick with her the same way it did with me, but for some reason that thought stuck in the back of my mind. IDK I'm rambling, but I find the message of laughter in One Piece being tied to freedom very very important to me.

Speaking of Hiyori, I gotta say, 1044 is what got me into One Piece, but I didn't see ANYONE talking about Hiyori's role in that chapter when I saw the spoilers, so I didn't even think about it until I read it myself. When I tell you her entire scene with Orochi gave me goosebumps I am being so fucking serious. She did not, and I repeat, she did NOT "interrupt" Gear 5. She fucking HERALDED IT.

(Here's two that I just find so incredibly funny with or without context) I feel like I'm missing some and I'll come back and edit them if I think of them, but these are the non Robin centric ones that have really stuck with me. I know there's some in Arlong Park and all that that I'm missing, but yeah. It feels wrong to cut it off here but if you made it this far, thank you for reading!!

There's also the Mural, but that one is like. Fucking crazy and we don't know the FULL significance yet so I'll leave my thoughts on that until later.

[silassquare]

The Key

Platonic!Joel Miller & F!Reader

(with of course some BestFriend!Tommy, too)

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: None

Tags: pre-outbreak, fluff, reader and Tommy are 16, Joel's 21, the wee tiniest bit of angst

A/N: The obsession I have with pre-outbreak tlou content needs to be studied. They have me thirty-six years of freedom and damned if I'm not taking it. Also childhood friends my beloved

part of my Sunshine & Rain!Verse

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Description: Joel comes home to find not Tommy- but you crashing on his couch

The jangle of keys rouse you from a doze, but you make no move to sit up from the couch as the door opens. The cushions are too soft, your boy too melted into the fabric.

“Fuck ‘re you doing here?

Joel sounds… just as annoyed as he always does. He does sound a little extra shocked, though, which you’re going to count as a win. You pry an arm from over your eyes, letting it flop to the floor.

“Enjoying this nice ass couch you got,” you reply.

Across the room, Joel drops his wallet and keys onto the entryway table and toes off his shoes. He also sighs- loudly. Like you decided to turn all the lights on and leave all the taps running instead of taking a slight nap on his couch.

“This ain’t a house for wayward teens,” Joel grumbles.

“You let Tommy live here.” you counter.

Joel laughs- well, lets out an amused huff, more like, because he’s an asshole and won’t admit you’re funny. “Ain’t a house for wayward girls, then.”

Offended, you sit up in a flash. “Now that’s just sexist. Would you really prefer Tommy’s pot-smoking boys over me?”

You get an eye roll in response. Just an eye roll, no comeback. Which in Joel speak essentially means he knows you’re right. You fall back into the couch again, this time against the squishy back cushions. “That’s what I thought, Mr. Miller.”

That gets you a glare. Joel hates that.

“I told you to stop calling me that,” he says, proving your point. You give him your best innocent, teenage girl smile. As if you’ve ever called him that because of proper manners.

“How the hell did ya get a key, anyway?” Joel asks, standing in the middle of the living room.

You shrug. “I stole it from Tommy.”

For a moment Joel just stares at you. He opens his mouth once, closes it again. You wait for him to say something- to tell you off for it, maybe- but he doesn’t say anything. He just shakes his head, walking past you into the kitchen.

You watch him go, fingers tensing around the edge of the couch cushion. You didn’t think Joel would be mad. Tommy and you had been friends for a couple years now, and he’d been inviting you over for nearly that whole time. You’d gotten pretty familiar with Joel.

But… you guess you might’ve crossed the line with this one. Sneaking in here on your own. Joel wasn’t your brother. It’s one thing for Tommy to bring you over without any warning- it’s another for you to just show up. He seemed like he was joking when he came inside, but Joel could also be a hard man to read.

And you’d just been fucking sarcastic back.

Your fingers twitch, refusing to relax. A not so great feeling starts to drip in your gut. You really liked being friends with Tommy, but maybe you’ve gotten a little too comfortable in the Millers’ lives. It was just nicer over here. Your parents never gave a shit about where you went, but they barely cared any more when you were home.

Fuck. You’d fucked this up, hadn’t you?

You were dragged out of your thoughts when something nudged your leg. Looking up, you were met with Joel. He held out a soda in your direction, another one already cracked open in his other hand.

“C’mon,” Joel says. He nods his head to the side. “I gotta project I could use some help on, and wayward teens are usually put to work, right?”

Eyes wide in surprise- which makes you cheeks threaten to burn because you know Joel can see it- you take the offered drink. He doesn’t seem mad.

When Joel turns on his heel, you get up and follow. You take a sip of the soda, cold and sugary and very obviously the shitty off-brand. Hopefully, it will help you wake up some- the nap you’d just taken didn’t do much to stave off the tiredness weighing you down.

Joel stops in the cramped bathroom, setting his own soda down on the back of the toilet. You do the same, on the edge of the sink. Frowning, Joel points at the tiny washer and dryer tucked into the room.

“Both of these’ve miraculously managed to throw themselves off balance at the same time. So, of course, they’re now refusing to run. Normally,” Joel continues to explain, “it’s an easy fix- just a matter of adjusting the feet on the bottom.

“All fine and dandy ‘cept for the fact that when you buy the shitty pair from some coworker’s neighbor, it turns out they come without half the feet. Which leaves us with this.”

Joel gestures again, this time to the top of the dryer. You notice it has a handful of mismatched scrap wood spread across the top.

“Damn thing is gonna take more than two hands. I was gonna wail til Tommy got home, but the sooner I get this fixed the better and I’ve no idea when he’ll be home. You mind?”

You shake your head, stepping closer. Really, all Joel needs is someone to tilt the machines back as he wedges the wood scraps underneath. You are almost positive he could’ve done this himself- that he wasn’t actually going to wait for Tommy to get home.

But Joel also isn’t kicking you out. If anything, he’s sort of giving you a reason to stay. Under the guise of helping him. It feels like some unspoken assurance.

It doesn’t take long to balance the washer and dryer. At some point Joel pulls a level out of fucking nowhere, so you have a real gauge over an approximate assumption. It feels like a little bit of overkill, but what the hell do you know-

Afterwards, you follow Joel out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. It’s only just now getting close to six o’clock. According to Tommy, most nights Joel gets home a hell of a lot later than he did today. You hesitate for a moment by the table. You’d hoped that Tommy would be back by now, so you had a better excuse to linger.

Joel opens the fridge, but he turns to look at you over his shoulder before grabbing anything. “I didn’t think to ask- Tommy didn’t tell you when he’d be back by chance, did he?”

You shake your head- you don’t even know where he is. Which definitely means he is off doing something he’s not supposed to be doing. Tommy always tells you otherwise. Based off Joel’s expression, he’s thinking the same thing.

“No us waitin’ on him, then,” he says and starts pulling a few items out of the fridge. Then the cabinets, and then he’s turning on the stove.

“I should probably head back home,” you say, rocking back on your feet. You’d rather be here.

“If you want,” Joel agrees, “but I’ll be making plenty extra to leave for Tommy if you wanna stay. Maybe you bein’ here for dinner will encourage him to start being back in time.”

You chuckle. “Trying to encourage Tommy to do anything he doesn’t think was his idea is a fool’s errand.”

Joel lets out another one of those amused huffs. “Even so, at least he listens to you half the time. That’s twice the amount he ever listens to me.” A moment of silence lapses before Joel speaks again. “But if you’re gonna stay, go ahead and work on your homework while dinner’s cooking.”

“Who says I didn’t already finish it all?” you counter.

For that, you get fixed with a bored look and a raised brow. “The couch- which still has an impression of your lazy ass from how long you were laying there.”

You groan, but move to grab your backpack from the living room. While you’re in there you peer around, and the couch does not have a single impression of yours thank-you-very-much. Still, you drop into one of the chairs at the kitchen table and unzip your bag.

At least Joel’s willing to talk to you while you work.

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Tommy strolls in as you and Joel are cleaning your plates. He makes a clatter as he comes through- dropping his backpack, kicking off his shoes. There is only the faint smell of weed coming off him when he enters the kitchen, though, so it could be worse.

“Hey, Joel,” he says, making a beeline for the stove where his dinner is being kept warm.

He doesn’t notice you until he spins to sit at the table, hands full with the plate Joel handed him on instinct. Tommy catches your eye, looks away, and then stumbles with how hard his head snaps back up towards you.

“You-” he drops into a seat. “You stole my fucking key, didn’t you?”

Trying to hold back your shit-eating grin proves to be an impossible task. The affronted look on Tommy’s face is just too good. A snarky remark is burning on your tongue, but Joel beats you to it.

“Serves you right for not keeping track of your things, dumbass,” he says, tipping Tommy to the side by a palm on his head.

With all the grace of a smug, older brother, Joel ducks out of the way when Tommy tries to retaliate. He does laugh then- something from deep inside his chest. And you realize you’ve only ever heard Tommy make Joel laugh like that.

Once Joel leaves the room, Tommy stabs his fork in your direction. Swallowing around the largest bite you’ve ever seen someone take, he speaks. “You are not allowed to team up with my brother. That is not how this-” he aggressively gestures back and forth between the both of you “-works.”

Rolling your eyes, you lean on the table. The heels of you palms press into the wood. “If you’d gotten home at any point before dinner, I wouldn’t have to. You left me no choice.”

Tommy makes an offended noise through yet another mouthful of food. You just grin as you bend to pick up your backpack. It’s nearly eight now- you really should be getting home. Tommy calls out to you while you’re slipping on your shoes.

“You ain’t even gonna hang out before you leave?”

Straightening, you look across the room at him. “I’ve been hanging out dude- You’re the one that missed it.

It’s worth it just for another glimpse of that offended expression. You hear Tommy groan behind you as you open up the front door.

“Thanks for the dinner, Joel!” you exclaim, raising your voice to carry down the hall.

It’s only a second before a voice calls back, “Any time, kiddo.”

A content feeling settles in your chest after you close the door. The sun lingers on the horizon. You like being at the Millers’ house- Tommy and Joel are fun. Even just being there, taking a nap on their couch, was nice. Your house is just fucking boring. And Joel really didn’t seem to care that you just showed up. Tommy’s ego might explode if you tell him, but… you’re lucky to have him.

It’s not until you get home, all the way into your bedroom without seeing a single soul, that you realize you never gave back Tommy’s key. And neither of them ever asked.

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requested tags: @umadirectioner

[fleurrreads]

pretty little rich girl

pairings: benny cross x fem!reader

warnings: some unwanted comments, bit of angst, happy ending(?)

author's note: based on this request! honestly don't know how i feel about this one, i might write more for them in the future.

Benny has seen many girls in his lifetime, but none of them have downright turned his world upside down. Until he met you. It was supposed to be just another night at the bar, until you walked in. All pretty in a little dress, pearls around your neck. You look expensive. Benny's eyes follow you until you sit down, probably with a friend. He steps closer to eavesdrop on the conversation.

You sit down with a huff, "Where did ya bring me, Kathy? Ya hang out 'round here?" You look around wildly at the bikers crowding the little bar. Kathy laughs. "Don't worry, darlin'. They won't do anythin to make you uncomfortable or somethin'. They're good people." Kathy finishes, looking over your shoulder, spotting Benny standing a few metres away. She smirks, "Okay listen, I'm gonna go get us some drinks, you want a pop? I'll get ya a pop." Kathy rambles, before walking off to the bar, leaving you alone. You look around warily, the bikers closest to you looking at each other, then at you, and then laughing among themselves. You look down, fiddling with your fingers. 'Hurry up Kathy' you thought to yourself, and a split second later someone sits down in Kathy's chair. But it's not Kathy.

You look up, seeing the prettiest blue eyes and you nearly gulp. Holy shit you think as you let your eyes travel the stranger up and down. He's gorgeous. The stranger looks in a daze, as he crosses his arms over his chest, muscles on full display. Before you say anything, he speaks and you think you could melt right there.

"I'm Benny." he says, his face nearly in a pout. You nearly laugh, the situation being so unorthodox. "I'm y/n. And you're sittin' on my friend's seat." you say, making him throw his hands up in feigned innocence. "Really? I didn't know. My bad, darlin'." He says in a husky voice, his eyes never leaving you.

You smile, "Yeah, but listen I gotta get home, so it was nice meetin' ya, but i gotta get goin'." You stand up, not bothering to look for Kathy, you'd call her later. Unbeknownst to you Benny gets up and follows you outside. As you make your way to the door you hear whistles and calls, making your stomach turn. One comment made you stop in your tracks. "Look at this pretty little rich girl, playin' where she doesn't belong." one of the bikers said, and you frowned.

Yes, you were from a wealthy family, but that doesn't make you just a rich girl. You have ambitions, you have dreams. You can be something other than a rich girl too.

You shake your head, pushing past people as fast as you can, trying to calm the tears that are threatening to spill. As soon as you get outside you take a cigarette from your bag, and sigh. "For fuck sakes. Where's my damn lighter." you grumble, emotions on high. Benny walks up to you, lighter in hand. Without saying anything he brings the light to your face, to your cigarette. "Thanks" you mumble, taking a drag.

You just want to go home. The past hour you've been here has probably taken three years off your lifespan. You sigh, kicking around a rock with your polished shoes. You would be able to enjoy this life, the freedom that comes along with it, if it weren't for people and their stupid comments. You'd finally find a place where you belong. Because it certainly wasn't with the rich kids. They always thought you were weird for having dreams like moving to a farm and building a life for yourself. Or moving to California to surf and working at a surf shop. That's why that guy in the bar's comment frustrated you. If you didn't belong at home, and you didn't belong here, then where do you belong? Benny clears his throat, you jump, forgetting that was there.

"Y'know, they didn't mean it like that. What they said back there. They 'just never seen a girl like you in our bar." he says, as if reading your mind. You scoff, taking another drag from your cigarette. "Yeah whatever, I don't really care. Probably won't see 'em again anyway. But you have a good evenin', Benny. It was delightful meetin' ya." You stomp out your cigarette, walking to the bus stop.

Benny offers you a ride home, because of course the busses don't run at 2am anymore. So you give him your address. As Benny takes a turn into your street you think of how vastly you differ from him. Him in his dirty leather jacket, his hair unwashed for probably a while, and his grease stained shirt underneath with his leather boots. To you, a girl polished by her parents to embody elegance, even though you were far from it. A white dress, pearls probably worth more than his bike, shoes polished and your hair neatly in a bow. A doll. A doll standing on a dangerous cliff, ready to jump down to whatever world Benny was involved in.

Benny pulls up to your house, and he takes a moment to study your house. A double story house, white picket fence, gorgeous porch running around the house. You were rich. He hears you sigh as you get off the bike, and he blurts out a question. "You wanna go to a meetin' with me tomorrow?" He looks at you, pretty dress now stained from sitting so close to him on the bike. He quite likes it. Him tainting your pretty little life. He can sense that you might like it too. You smile, "Yeah, why not. I don't have anythin' goin' on anyway." you nod, making your way to the white picket fence surrounding your house. You look back at him, his eyes sparkling with something you've never seen before.

"Well goodnight, Benny." you wave, making your way to your door.

"Goodnight, princess." Benny hums, leaning against his bike. Yeah he likes you, a lot. He's not going to let you slip out of his fingers. He's already obsessed with you. His princess.

Six weeks later, you married him.

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[catgrassplantdad]

What happened after they had sex at the docks? How did they both feel and how was the conversation after it 👀🥲 I have to know catgrassplantdads version of events💕

What a good question! Let's see.

I think for Mickey, it was relief. The lead-up to this had been months long, playing the long con to escape, to get his freedom and his man back and to flee. He'd said "I knew you'd come," but I always imagine he had his doubts. How could he not? But Ian's there, pressed up against his back and smelling his neck like a weirdo, because he wanted him, and that feels so fucking good. He can exhale.

I'm sure Ian felt more conflicted. It must have felt so good to reconnect with Mickey like that, his own sense of relief that came with giving in to the undeniable pull of him, but he has a boyfriend. He's moving on. This is what he tries to tell himself as he pants against the side of Mickey's neck, coming down from the rush, breathing him in like he needs it to live. Fuck, he missed this smell. He missed this feeling. He misses him and it aches.

Mickey pulls away just enough to turn around to face him, pulling his pants back up and wincing, smiling through it, satisfied.

It's a look that makes Ian's heart pound. He glances around to find his shirt.

"Goddamn, Gallagher. Gonna be limping in the morning."

Ian wants to laugh. He wants to smile at him proudly, he wants to say something obnoxious and playful, he wants to kiss him again. He always wants to kiss him. Instead, he turns away as he pulls his shirt over his head. He slips his belt back on and focuses intently on buckling it back up, resolutely not looking at Mickey, who's watching him curiously. He's gotta get all of this back under control. He can't get sucked under.

Mickey's heart drops. That glorious relief he'd been feeling just moments ago gives way to that fear, that flood of insecurity returning. Ian's ignoring him, and he's not going to let him do it.

"Hey," he says firmly, circling Ian and coming around to stand in front of him. "You good?"

Ian pulls his coat back on. "I mean, not really." And...yeah, it's the truth. In the span of a breath, the thought of what he's done is already eating him up. He has a boyfriend. He has a fucking boyfriend.

The shock of it stings. "The fuck, Ian? Seriously?"

Ian meets his gaze. And he shouldn't have done that, because the hurt in his eyes fucking destroys Ian. It crumbles his resolve like fucking nothing, and he finds himself stepping close again without meaning to, like he's lured in by it, the desire to ease that hurt.

"I- I just..." Ian stutters. And god fucking damn it, he knows now that he's not going to stand his ground. Resisting the draw of him is futile. His eyes flick to Mickey's lips. Back up to meet his gaze.

And it's that little look, that glance at his mouth, that has Mickey turning off the anger and the disappointment. Instead, he uses the proximity to his advantage, seeing Ian's obvious weakness and cranking the seduction back up to fucking eleven like he'd done earlier. He knows Ian's wild for it. And yes, he's hurt. He's afraid that in the end, he's going to be walking away from this alone. But he's not going to show that right now. He has to believe they're leaving here together, and he has to make Ian believe it, too.

He smirks at him. He looks at him up through his lashes. He licks his lips, and he moves in closer.

He's unfazed when Ian uselessly takes a step back.

"Fuck you. Kiss me." Hooded eyelids. Pressing himself close again. Grasping the front of Ian's coat. Ian doesn't step back this time.

Ian doesn't think Mickey's ever demanded it like that before, outright said it like that. Kiss me. In an instant, Ian kisses him like he's dying. Like the taste of him is all he needs to live. Like he needs to absorb him inside himself and he never wants to part from him, and fuck, it's happening again, fuck.

"Don't fucking tell me you didn't like it," Mickey breathes when they finally part. "You want me. I know you fucking want me, Gallagher." He's saying it so low, nearly a whisper, smirking again, so fucking tempting and so close that the tips of their noses keep bumping.

He's saying it like he's so confident, like he just knows. Ian doesn't know that in his heart he's gasping it out like a desperate request. Want me. Want me. Unsure and scared and lonely, he just wants to leave here with his person.

Goddamn, Ian has to say no. He has a boyfriend. He has to shut this down. He knows he's absolutely not going to. Not when Mickey's this close to him. When he's seeing him from inches away. Breathing all of him in. Hearing him like this. Feeling him like this.

Ian nods.

It's small and hesitant, but it's clear. And that dark, heavy fear hanging over Mickey like a pall evaporates in the most relieving wave, and he could fall into Ian's arms with how weak his knees suddenly are.

He keeps it together and flashes him a satisfied smile. "Got the van parked close. Come hang out with me." He slides his hands over Ian's shoulders, holding him close.

"What, you gonna lure me in with candy?" Ian says playfully, leaning into it, squeezing Mickey's hips. Fuck, this feels good. It's fucked up, how right this feels.

"Fuck off," Mickey laughs. "Can't say I'm not gonna give you somethin' sweet, though."

"Oh my god," Ian groans, laughing quietly, pressing their foreheads together. Mickey takes his hand.

"Come on," he says, smiling, leading him away.

Ian eagerly follows.

[cinememed]

₍ 🎞 ₎   fight club  (1999)  rp  starters  ! featuring violence, explicit language, unhealthy relationships & mature topics . some lines have been slightly adjusted for rp purposes .

how much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?

you met me at a very strange time in my life.

i found freedom. losing all hope was freedom.

i want you to hit me as hard as you can.

the things you own end up owning you.

yes, these are bruises from fighting. yes, i'm comfortable with that.

it's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

if i don't say anything, people always assume the worst.

this isn't love, it's sport fucking.

i know everything you do, so if you know then i know.

i no longer have any fear of death. but i am in a pretty lonely place.

i wouldn't feel good about my life, is that what you want to hear me say? fine. 

this is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.

i see all this potential, and i see squandering.

listen to me, i'm giving you a direct order. 

you have very serious emotional problems.

you're sorry, i'm sorry, everybody's sorry, but... i can't do this anymore.

it will hurt more than you've ever been burned before. you will have a scar.

i'm grateful to you. but this is too much. i don't want this.

you're the worst thing that's ever happened to me.

this is probably one of those cry-for-help things.

you're not getting this back. i consider it asshole tax.

fuck what you know. you need to forget about what you know.

is your life so empty that you can't think of a better way to spend these moments?

start a fight. prove you're alive.

you are too fucking... blonde!

you have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.

all the ways you wish you could be, that's me.

i am free in all the ways that you are not.

i'll bring us through this. like always.

this is your pain. it's right here. look at it.

you are not special. you are not a beautiful or unique snowflake.

i'll carry you, kicking and screaming, and in the end you'll thank me.

you can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick.

you're not your job. you're not how much money you have 

we are all part of the same compost heap.

you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.

when people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you

what do you want me to do? you just want me to hit you?

i don't wanna die without any scars. hit me before i lose my nerve.

on a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

every evening i died, and every evening i was born again, resurrected.

nobody takes this more seriously than me. 

i didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better.

why would anyone possibly confuse you with me?

without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.

three pitchers of beer, and you still can't ask.

you wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.

you have to consider the possibility that god does not like you.

i'd be very, very careful who you talk to about that.

i felt like destroying something beautiful.

everything's far away. everything's a copy of a copy of a copy.

[mollyolikeme]

Thoughts as I read TSC: A Stream of Conciousness Part Two!

Filthy Spoils!

classic kevin.

LOL keep saying i see how much you bench as if thats an indicator of someones ability to kickass

HA! i always forget about the sixteen hour days shit, i cannot, i find it too fucking funny it's fucking impossible. mfs would be DECEASED. like DEAD.

they are so hardcore this fantastical has me CACKLING every time

like a ken doll!

BLONDE.

ill advised thoughts....

uh oh jean, your crazy is showing.

goddamn. to hate but need. complicated and absolutely screwed up relationship dynamics are fascinating.

okay, i like to rag on our beloved kevin (because its fun and easy) but like props where props are due. i know we didn't get to see his transition from raven to fox but i honestly think the boy would have handled it a lot better than jean jean morose over here. boy isssssss messed up.

foreshadowwwwww SWIM SHORTS!

dangerously low? dangerous for who jean?

do not be slut shaming, lucas. thats fucking gross of you and i'm not even gonna mention the nonconsensual factor...........

oh. my. word. its not funny but i feel the morbid sense to laugh at the ravens dropping like flies.

bad therapist. you cant force it. where is Dobson?

OMG LOL i summoned her!

dont you worry about kevin babe, the foxes got him

thats two hands on chin! thats two!

he's got a big dick! lololololololol boys not tryna be gayyyy

oh the heat! the HEAT! yes jeremyyyyyyyy

fear of water.

what happens when he losses his grip......i want to see you lose control......... hi familiar phrasing and trauma, i ADORE you.

in my head, jean has a very french tsk of his tongue reaction to almost everything people do around him.

yesssss the foxes ARE synchronized.

you tell him jeremy! none of his raven intentionally injuring people bullshit

omg were gonna get a little kevin trip to cali! reunion of the abused buds! (again gotta take the morbid hilarity into account for my health)

LOL wheel throwing! Patrick Swayze where are you?!

not the self flagellating notebooks he kept.....

oooooo intense. it all comes to the surface. the truth will always come out.

this is clever, gives just enough info about the ravens without explaining the crime side of things. go nora.

okay damn lucas.... issues buddy. dont be comin after jean jean. you'll regret it.

chin grab number 3! this time by jeremy 🤩

omg cuuuuuuuute little motorcycle ride and seashell gifty

again. uh oh jean. your crazy is showing to the coaches now. this truth is really spilling out the cracks

pause.......... guys my sanity........ my INsanity upon reading this........... im losin it! ......... okay resume.

morbid laughing morbid laughing morbid laughing fuck fuck fuck

yo. to somehow make me feel like neilio's story is a positive tale................

wow lucas. doubling down are we. his character does have a very difficult truth to come to terms with. its fuckin rough and a hella interesting arc.

you should call dobsonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

OH SHIT! neil's here! Thats not good news for you jean!

fy faen neil. you're kind of a gangster babe!

oh. dead sister. so sad. (typing it out like that looks sarcastic. It's not.)

yaaaaasssss thats the smart mouth we know and love! telling an agent he parked illegally!!! ahhhhh lolololololoolol

OMG Neil!!!! sweetheart! you care so much! awwwwwwwww wow nora seriously, what. a. treat! he cares about his buddy jean.

jeremy...... you got it so bad hun. always with the 'what do you need?' like just promise yourself to him forever and ever.

CHIN!!!!!!!!!! FOUR TIMES NOW.

woah Jer.

i like that jean actually doesn't like exy. such a good contrast to neils pov obsession.

im curious where this whole 'its not freedom its a pretty cage' thing is gonna go. like, yea i dont think you'll ever be 'free' free jean. but honestly this is pretty damn close. professional athletes lives are very straight forward. and if youre that good, fuckin easy.

[onelastchorus]

fontaine megathread

full of spoilers.. duh

archon quest act i

they're referring to the eremites. couldn't leave sumeru without one last sprinkle of racism lmao.. fr love how this was one of the first things i saw in fontaine. "see something, say something." STFU!!!

the fontaine VAs fucking STEPPED UP!! like why is lyney's VA so good.. the decision to open the quest with three of the most off-putting and unnerving characters so far.. lyney truly sounds deceiving, it really felt like you couldn't trust him. and then lynette is just ominous

and then furina.. miss focalors, the star of the mf show. whatever they're paying the VA is not enough because she's incredible. bravado, insecurity, instability, fear, hunger.. all the emotions are portrayed so well

fuck them for this one.. THERES SO MUCH TO UNPACK. i mean, supposedly teyvat has flooded before, this would not be the first. they're so unsubtle with the noah's ark and biblical themes. AND ARE WE GONNA TALK ABOUT THE TEAR?? THE LYNEY PARALLEL?? WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN

that moment when u realize teyvat is world without catholic guilt

lynette is so me. we both got that selective mutism rizz <333

YEAH WE GET IT, WE GET IT!! no subtly smh

the traveler bringing this up as if they didn't directly contradict each other. also another point. if the oratrice relies off belief in justice, not necessarily the archon, could that be applicable to other archon related things? this is feels odd because sumeru and mondstadt's people's entire philosophies rely off of wisdom and freedom respectively, yet they hold the "weakest" archons. and then there's inazuma, where modern citizens hate the raiden's vision of eternity, yet the raidens are arguably the strongest we've met yet

the way i fucking screamed i cannot believe we got skirk name drop

if this is actually meant to be foreshadowing i'm gonna laugh so hard

i'm genuinely so confused by the whole neuvillette situation.. so everyone knows hes not human, but no one knows hes the hydro dragon?? what do people think he is?

the way he fucking hates her i can't breathe

i couldn't get over this why did it jumpscare me.. paimon is funny again god bless.

did she happen to write 2021 aoty if i can't have love, i want power

insert speech about how hydro is truly about the split of ego, how someone presents or is perceived is always different from how they truly are or think. fr tho her design is SO GOOD. THE EYES!! THE TEARDROP ELEMENTS!! THE JELLYFISH ASS HAIR!! THE SILLY HAT AND FRILLS!! after anemo, i already feel as if furina's character aligns most with her vision holders

i've already seen everyone talking about this but we were literally hanging out with childe at lunchtime can we chill /j

with all that being said tho, i get it.. why did they lie did they just not expect this to be brought up its gotta be literal public knowledge

"SHES YOUR FATHER?" im gonna puke im so gay im so gay im so gay im so gay

cannot believe they went there. so fucking dark. kudos to hoyoverse.. anyways lynette come here my love i love u sm i will protect u

fr tho i loved the fact that we had a real prelude for this region.. i think the excuse to make something a little more isolated and establishing in it's plot is already super beneficial for whats to come. we got a lot more character exposition, and even the time to install these cool archon quest specific mechanics. i loved solving everything, it was all SO fun but they also got to have these really emotional beats, i feel this is some of their best pacing yet.

imo the last half of sumeru really helped hoyoverse find their stride, fontaine so far has similar storytelling energy to the whole heist bit of sumeru.

the best thing however might've been the SCORE??? they went out of their league with this one, it's the most fitting, noticable and influential instrumental work they've done in an quest imo

[missingcarrion]

carrion // ch4

TRIGGER WARNING: r@pe

note: this contains a heavy topic, and while important to the theme to the story, nothing in this part is required to read. you are welcome to skip and wait for the next part.

taglist: @tapioca-milktea1978 , @neapolitantoebeans

masterlist

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Shepherd’s room should’ve felt more like home now that he could do with it what he wished, but instead, it felt like the same old prison it’d always been. The white walls, now decorated in pictures of the stars, no longer represents the newfound freedom. It’s quiet. They won’t allow him visitors after certain hours so he’s left to his bitter thoughts without Hannah, or Aasimar, who in the past few days had been an integral part of his self discovery (which had gotten no closer to discovering the truth).

            He’s alone, his body on minimal power as he ‘sleeps’ and yet, his brain, the part of him that’s more real than the rest, stays awake in a body that doesn’t move. He ought to find some joy in this loneliness, this solitude and yet he longs for company. He was not designed for solitude, it seems.

            It must’ve been hours since he originally laid down to rest – hours stuck in his own mind trying to make sense of a million different things – when the door to his room opens and hushed voices speak. But a sense of panic consumes him when he realizes he can’t move – his body is frozen, inaccessible to him.

            “Did it work? Is he awake?” A voice, feminine, asks another, “I can’t believe we’re really going to do this.”

            “Someone’s gotta test the guy out,” another, a more masculine voice, snorts, “can’t be giving a thing like this tools like that and not try ‘em out.”

            The feminine voice laughs and he feels the edge of his bed dip, “do you know if he’ll feel it? When I put him inside?”

            “You’re going to fuck a robot, Clare. The only one feeling anything is you, now hurry up. The Institute will notice he’s offline for too long.”

            Footsteps wander out and then he hears the ruffle of clothing – one of them must’ve left, followed by the swoosh of the door. The edge of his bed dips again and then he feels someone climb over him, their weight heavy as they sit against his legs. Right as he begins to question what she’s doing and the panic rising beneath the surface threatening his very coding, greedy hands tug at his pants. Alarm bells ring in his mind and he tries to move – he screams at his hands to move, to hit whoever dares to touch him but nothing happens.

            He feels something wet right on the pieces of him that even he had been far too embarrassed to look at. They’d given him a cock, made him far human than he’d ever thought possible, and yet the idea of ever using it had never been at the forefront of his mind. Least of all now.

            Pleas for help leave his mind, desperately trying to reach someone’s ears when he feels her mouth leave his body, her saliva cold and wet around him. His body responds to her, responds in a way that has him feeling like pure filth.

            “Alright,” the voice says, and he feels her grind against him, her slick heat jarring his body. He jolts – no she can’t possibly…. She lowers herself on him, her body too small to fully take him and she hisses out a moan.

            Shepherd starts to beg, crying for all the gods he knows of and even the ones he doesn’t know exists and yet as she clenches around him, he begins to understand how truly horrid his existence is. He feels her on him, moaning, sweating, before something jarring happens.

            “Wh – who – let go of me!” The voice practically screeches in a horrid half whisper as something – someone tears her from him. Shepherd allows himself that brief moment of relief and it’s in this chaos that he finds himself able to crane his head towards the trouble.

            Aasimar stands over a partially nude woman, his hands tight around her wrists, so tight blood drips down her arm from where his nails – sharper than talons, dig into her flesh. He’s enraged, and he thrashes her against the wall before he lets her go, hissing for her to dress herself. But she’s defiant, she’s defiant and calls to the companion that had kept watch outside but no one answers.

            Aasimar’s claws grab her chin, drawing blood there too, a pointed, calculated measure. Every move he makes is calculated, on purpose, meant to scar, meant to punish her eternally for her crimes. Justice wears the skin of an eccentric scientist.

            “Bare your scars,” he says, through gritted teeth, “wear what I have given you, or else I will make you suffer. There will be no death good enough for you.”

            He pulls her by her face, nails digging lines into her face, permanently scarring her, before he tossing her from the room.

            “Shepherd,” he says, tone louder now, and laced entirely in worry. “Shep, look at me. You’re okay. No one will hurt you now, or ever again.”

            He’s not entirely sure what compels him to find comfort in Aasimar’s words, but his body overheats and his eyes roll back up into his head. The world fades into a different sort of darkness.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 50 - Derailed. Episode 1.

-----Congo's point of view------

Congo: I observed Evan getting dressed. I always loved watching him button one of his black, crisp, wrinkle free shirts. He looked so handsome, and beyond sexy. He smiled softly as he noticed I was looking, but remained quiet as he finished getting dressed. I knew he hated the fact that it seemed like by now the whole family was gathered upstairs, and so far I could hear at least Gaby cooking. It seemed as our house had gotten invaded by Andy and all people he had managed to include in the baby news, so far. We could hide here all night, technically. I could have Gaby bring food down. but Evan had insisted we both got a bit back up on the horse and at least joined for dinner. Dessert and coffee we could always skip if it would drag out. I must say it wasn't a bad idea. After all, becoming antisocial was probably not the best idea, when we're supposed to become parents to 4 soon. That sorta requires human interaction on daily basis. When we were done I kissed his forehead, and we walked upstairs quietly, joining the others around the dinner table. They were laughing and conversing back and forwards. Leonard was in the kitchen cooking with Gaby and Akin. Andy, Daniel, Robert and George were sipping beers. I pointed at Andy's beer You know you..

Andy: Chill he smiled cheekily and turned the bottle It's a fucking alcohol free he wrinkled his nose and chuckled cheekily Kinda tastes like piss!

Robert: He chuckled softly Have you ever tasted urine?

Daniel: Don't do that.

Robert: Chuckled softly Do what?

Daniel: Don't be so… innocent he grinned cheekily You'd be surprised what that filthy fuck has tasted Robbie.

Andy: Chuckled on his beer as Robert looked questioning at both of them

Daniel: Kept looking at Robert with the same grin

Robert: You're not kidding?

Daniel: It's called a golden shower, Robbie.

Robert: Look at both of them questioning

Andy: Laughed loudly

Robert: So that's a thing, drinking other people's urine? Who would have known? He sipped his beer, then wrinkled his nose

Congo: Coffee? I looked at him with an apologizing smile and pointed at the coffee kettle in front of him

Robert: Nodded and grabbed a mug, quickly pouring some coffee to wash his mouth with

Congo: Now, if you boys would behave, please? I smiled softly at Andy and grabbed Evan's hand under the table, caressing it gently.

-----Gaby's point of view------

Gaby: I still feel we should push them a little… I mean, when Daniel doesn't even dare to really push through. I have told them, and you have told them…. what else can we do at this point? Hm?

Akin: He nodded gently I know… but I don't normally give this herb to people, unless they ask for it. It can be quite strong Gaby… and it's always a little uncertain what the outcome might be.

Gaby: But the outcome is always sexual freedom, right?

Akin: People get horny, yes, if that's what you ask. But Andy is already horny enough as it is.

Gaby: So, we make two sauces… one with red wine I winked at Akin

Akin: Ahh cleaver girl… he wont touch the one with alcohol.

Gaby: I nodded confident Add some… just a dash… we gotta help him out, George agrees. Pretty soon his mental state will be completely in the gutter, unless he gets satisfied. We gotta step in. And if they don't wanna listen, I say it's about time they feel.

Akin: He looked at the dinner table, letting his eyes drift over the small group, and Andy's rose colored cheeks Point taken. He really does need it by now. His hormones are raging.

Gaby: I smiled warmly So, it's settled then. Just a gentle push in the right direction. You can blame the sexologist if someone gets their panties in a twitch *she chuckled softly*

Lenny: What are you guys talking about?

Gaby: Making two sauces Lenny. Would you be a darling and hand me the red wine over there? I pointed a few meters ahead

Lenny: Of course mon cheri he smiled warmly and quickly handed me the wine

Gaby: Few minutes later we were all 3 cooking up the extra sauce

Lenny: What's that?

Akin: Muira Puama (An ancient herb hailing from the Brazilian Amazon rainforest, muira puama has been nicknamed ‘potency wood,’ signifying its use as an aphrodisiac and sexual stimulant. The bark and roots of the muira puama plant have been shown to increase sexual desire and improve symptoms of erectile dysfunction, with no known side effects. That part, he did not mention though)

Lenny: Hm… never heard of it. How does it taste?

Akin: Sweet… almost flowery. It will make a good balance for the sour notes of the wine.

Lenny: Smiled satisfied That does sound really nice. He smiled at me friendly and sighed softly

Gaby: What's up Lenny?

Lenny: I miss my wife. She has been gone 9 days now.

Gaby: I know… when will she be home from the business vacation?

Lenny: Thursday.

Gaby: So the day after tomorrow. I bet you're getting quite horny by now? I smiled warmly and gently brushed a hand over his lower back as I reached for the salt

Lenny: He nodded softly and chuckled Yes, you could say that Gaby. ‼️‼️Disclaimer‼️‼️ I do not condone these specific actions or this particular conversation, yada yada I've said it before, alas this is Tumblr and you get lynched for less, so I say it again. Furthermore it's fiction. Please stop reading if it makes you too uncomfortable.

Gaby: I smiled politely and stirred the sauce a bit So how has it been, staying here? I mean, you have been sleeping with Andy as far as I have understood? That must have been fun. First time since he was a kid, right?

Lenny: He chuckled softly Yes, it has been fun. Cozy. We have been catching up on a lot of movies we watched together when he was a child, as a matter of fact. And also some new ones he thought I had to know about.

Gaby: Ahh, that sounds nice.

Akin: Gaby, will you keep stirring the sauce? I'll just set the table he smiled softly and nodded towards the dinner table

Gaby: Sure thing honey! I smiled bright and returned to Lenny So how has it been waking up with him in the mornings? I chuckled casually I hear he has quite the hormones running these days.

Lenny: He chuckled warmly Yes, there have been some… awkward morning boners involved. But nothing we couldn't manage.

Gaby: Couldn't manage? I smiled warmly So you helped him out?

Lenny: He looked at me a bit more intense No, Gaby. He's my son.

Gaby: Ahh, so the problem is, that he's your son, not that he's a guy? I always knew you had potential, Lenny I winked at him and chuckled softly, as I grabbed the small bag with the herb, and gently added a bit more. Let's spice this up, shall we?

Lenny: He nodded at the sauce May I have a taste?

Gaby: Of course you may! I quickly grabbed a spoon, dipping it in the sauce, blowing it sensually before feeding it to Lenny What do you say?

Lenny: He tasted the sauce a few seconds, then swallowed I'm not quite getting the flowery tone… maybe add a bit more?

Gaby: I took a quick look in the direction of Akin, he wasn't paying attention, so I quickly drizzled just a bit more of the herb in the sauce, stirred and fed Lenny another spoonful. Better?

Lenny: He nodded softly Yes… I'm definitely getting a flowery vibe now he smiled brightly It's very tasty! He chuckled softly What did you mean?

Gaby: About what?

Lenny: That you always knew I had potential? He sipped his wine glass gently

Gaby: To fuck a man I smiled casually

Lenny: Coughed in his wine glass and chuckled

Gaby: Yes, I know you people only seem to see everything in black and white… gay or straight…

Lenny: No, I see Daniel clearly.

Gaby: I chuckled softly Yes, but Daniel seems to be the only one you do see. You're all always so quick at shouting 'no homo!' at the top of your lungs. Even Evan has grown. This time around he doesn't run around repeating every 5 minutes that he's in love with a boy, but not gay. He fell for Andy… he fell for Congo. So what. They happened to be the two exceptions. No reason to keep proclaiming you're straight. You're allowed to be straight and then bend a bit to a side once in a while. Life doesn't have to be so black and white. There are gray tones as well. And I tell you Lenny… those are the fun ones. Those are the ones that makes life interesting I winked and chuckled softly, casually once again brushing my hand over his lower back as I reached for my wine glass, cheering him, keeping sensual eye contact as we sipped our glasses It's not like you have to go back to the medieval times befor sex with your own child was on the menu. It's not that long ago that English Aristocrats used to do more than snuggle up with their sons. I see no harm in playing with your child, as long as the child is a consenting adult. Or as long as the child is at the very least of teen years, and directly asking for it. You know, A used to have sex with Marius. He was the one to teach him about sex. And Andy always got majorly turned on by that thought. 'Father taking innocent Marius'. He always wanted to be witness, but they never got around to it, even if both A and Marius had already agreed on a comeback.

Lenny: He sipped his wine and smiled softly A did a lot of things I do not want to copy, my dear.

Gaby: And I fully agree with that. However, he was not far off on that one. He never caused Marius any pain. Quite the opposite. And they grew up in a time, where it was quite normal. Society is the main dictator on what's right or wrong. Society is the one telling you you can't fuck your own son, even if he wants it.

Lenny: I do see your point of view, Gaby he sipped his wine and looked at Andy a few seconds, then back at me with a curious look What do you mean? Even if he wants it?

Gaby: I smiled secretive and stirred the sauce

Lenny: He wants me to? He looked at Andy questioning, and to my surprise it looked like he was holding back a smile

Gaby: Well, he blushed an awful lot for someone who doesn't want it when I brought it up for him I smiled at him alluring

Lenny: You talked with him about this? What did he?

Akin: Excuse me he pointed at the oven and opened it as we both stepped aside Ahh dinner is ready he smiled warmly as he dragged out the pot roast Will you two please serve the sauces, the potatoes and vegetables as I cut the roast?

-----Georges point of view-----

George: I looked around the table, it was so nice to see so many of us gathered again. A bit strange that Gaby was the only female around the table this time. But the atmosphere was so warm and loving. It was like everyone was in extra good mood today, and why wouldn't we be? We had received the news of a 4th baby, growing in Andy's belly. And on top of that, the name giving had been done. Soon little Willow, Aislinn, Samuel and Oscar would join the family. I couldn't be more proud. Just 1.5 years ago, this mess with colored mohawk had walked into my house. Things had looked pretty bad, and at times I honestly doubted for his future. And look at him now. Two husbands who worships him. A loving home. Mentally much stronger than I had ever dared to hope for. And a glow on his face, that could only be the result of proudly carrying the babies of the men he loves. A warm feeling washed over me, and I felt a tickling in my whole body, as the heat went straight to my head. Must be the wine, I guess? I chuckled softly and sipped my glass. The food was delicious. Gaby had really outdone herself on the red wine sauce!

[andersonpress]

BrainDump

I’m Tired

Everyone says try a nap

But I can’t sleep during the day

Grind now, sleep later

Worrying about whether

or not everyone is ok

But I gotta be ok to make sure y’all ok

Am I ok?

I’m tired

If one peg falls - I’m dead

So I stay up

I’m up when the money is

But I’m tired

Pacing back and forth when I should be sleep

Stay scared about shit that ain’t got shit to do with me

Moving $$ like my name uhaul

DoorDash, Sell pussy, Tutor ya kid

I do it all

Boss Bitch shoulders

Call me heavyweight

But I’m tired

It’s gon be alright

It’s gon be alright

It’s gon be alright

But if I have to keep saying it

When will it be all right?

I can’t get caught up in the what ifs, and the shoulda couldas, the when and wheres

Expectations are bullshit

Boundaries are the shit

My phone stay on DND

Had to close off who

Has access to me

Started seeing the way I choose to live my life differently

Owning up to the choices I make

Consequences I’ll have to take

Cause I gotta bend not break

But I’m tired

But that’s the thing about sleep

We wake up

We get up

We get tired

We sleep

Silver Lining

I looked up and saw the silver lining today

One the edge of a cloud

I saw it while I walked to class

When I stepped in my family home

When it hurt

Never when it mattered

When I laugh

When she laughs

When he laughs

When we laugh

When I cry

When she cries

When they cry

When we cry

At the protest

At the burial

At the funeral

At the memorial

When we are together

There it always was

And there is nerve was

But I see it now

It’s in the possibilities

In what is and what isn’t

In what could be and what there is

It’s our truth

It’s right there

What I want

I want to feel safe and hold hands after movie night. I want to travel the world and know I’ll always have someone to do direction. I want to live with all of my friends on a big plot of land and run a record store. I want to bring out all the happiness I have inside of me and have it be accepted too.

Here We Go Again

When given the chance to be vulnerable or avert attention - I’ll have the latter. I hold grudges. I give the silent treatment. I give off bad vibes.

Feel uncomfortable.

Feel unfulfilled.

Feel. Bad.

I attach after a rigorous test. I make some mistakes. They do too. We play tug of war with our words. I play along with the games and I plot revenge on the low. It’s really toxic. You gas light me.

Noted.

Vacay

Vacation means being mean

I’m doing what the fuck I want bitch

I’m on vacation

We on da roof

Shot o clock...now

Links be sneaky

Links be da opposite of sneaky

Wearing less going out more

Leaving niggas to figure it tf out

And doing shit you love

Period

Vacation is freedom for black folks

Vacation is refusing to work

Vacation is doing the things you cant stand...and laughing.

Talking about the hard shit and moving past it. Bonfire. Bubbles. Music.

Why Tho?

Why is niggas always doing funny shit while trying to holler at a bitch? Literally just heard a whole 7 string orchestra in a song called SexBeat. Yes Ludacris kills his verse. But the cherubs and soft chords just lead up to a bombardment of thuds and whooms. I guess it is a sexbeat. Building up - with little to no payoff and nothing to show for it. Like i just think of the hood niggas in long shirts and jean shorts talking about shit - shut up.

[multifariousqueer]

hey ur writing a so good vould you write a smut with miles Morales( not 42) and reader using webs as hand cuffs, thanks <333

Ofc, babes!! IF ANY OF YALL HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS, SAY IT WITH ME KNOW. IF IT DON’T APPLY, LET IT FLY. LEAVE ME TF ALONE IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH MY SMUT BC I GENUINELY DO NOT GAF

A/N; Hey y’all. Keep requesting as always and if you have an issue with this particular piece of work or any of my other smuts, please feel free to politely fuck off 🥰(I’m sorry I’m so sick of the comments under my post y’all).

Warnings: imma try not to put too many bc Tumblr will shadowban this post and i gotta feed y’all, look at the request, b0nd@ge, fluff, br33ding,d1rty t@lk, nicknames, $mut,lmk if I missed some

As the rain pattered against your dorm window, you sipped from a mug of tea as you had just finished your English essay and designing Miles’ new web shooters. He was currently out using them and trying them out as you took notes on their flaws and how they could be fixed. Miles always told you not too worry about his web shooters and just focus on making his suit more durable and you always told him:

“I can do both, Spider-Man’s girlfriend/engineer always does both"

He would chuckle and laugh and say:

“As long as you’re happy, Mami."

Miles let you have a lot of creative freedom with his design seeing as you were also his “girl in the chair” assisting him on missions sometimes, designing/building him new tech, testing out new fluid combos and overall, keeping him safe. As much as Miles enjoyed you being active in his escapades, he worries that something will happen and you’ll be targeted and used for something horrible. You reassure Miles that this will never happen because there is nothing connecting you to his suit or machinery due to your advanced tracking system being untraceable by outside forces. You installed a firewall so potent, it took you three months of nonstop work to crack it. When you finally did, Miles and you had celebrated for a whole week.

As you enjoyed your unusual alone time, you waited for Miles to tap on your window and enter.

“Hey, Spidey. How’d they work?” you smiled at your tall boyfriend

“They held up, thats for sure. I had to stop a bank robbery and those guys had some pretty jacked up weapons but the shooters did their job. How are you amor?” Miles spoke

“I’m good. I pounded through my English essay and yours.” You said, grabbing his suit to tinker with some of the shooters leaving him bare in your room in only his mask

“What’s the essay on again?” He said, grabbing a shirt as you saw his visible goosebumps on his skin due to the sudden temperature change

“The effects of technology on modern civilization” you smiled at Miles

Miles chuckled at this

“Damn, they called you out, huh?” Miles said, climbing on your ceiling and attempting to web a bottle of water

“looking for something?” you smiled, waving his shooters at him

“yeah actually.” he smirked

“You’ll have them in a sec.” you said screwing something in

“try em now” you said, throwing them to Miles

Miles tried them and they worked perfectly, even better than you had anticipated. Of course, he tested them by webbing you to him.

“Thank you, mami. You always get me right.”

Miles pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was long and passionate, you could tell he was incredibly grateful for the time and effort you put into him and his alter ego. The kiss could’ve lasted eternity as your mouths moved in perfect motion of each other before you pulled away:

“Should we try out new web formula?” you said barely above a whisper, your eyes fluttering open

Miles chuckled

“Nah, the current one will work fine for this”

Before you could ask what was going on, Miles webbed you to the wall. He turned you around so your stomach was against the wall. He made sure to strategically place the webs so that your hands and ankles were bonded extra tight to the wall.

“I’ve wanted to do this forever” Miles said

Miles webbed your mouth before you could say anything and started rubbing you through your clothes. He fondled your perfect tits and cursed under his breath:

“Shit I’m so lucky"

He sucked on your neck as little moans and whimpers escaped. He moved his hands under your clothes and ripped them in one swift motion:

“I’ll buy you a new top and shorts, mami” Miles said

You moaned out an “awww” but it was quickly interrupted by Miles rubbing your clit while leaving kisses along the back of your neck. You felt a knot in your stomach and you wanted nothing more than to moan out Miles’ name as you approached your orgasm.

You felt yourself twitch as you moaned and whimpered, tears falling from your face as Miles stopped and started palming and smacking your ass:

“You thought it was gonna be that easy, Mami? como si no me conocieras” Miles taunted in your ear

All you could do was just moan and cry as you were completely under his command. He then snaked two fingers inside of you and started prepping you for his dick:

"Es tan apretada, mi princesa” he said, lowly

Miles knew that when he spoke Spanish to you, you get flustered and shut down. You turn into a giggling mess and this situation was no different; It didn’t help because Miles was kissing your sweet spot on your neck causing you to feel overstimulated. Your legs shook and you were practically sobbing as your boyfriend abused your technology and your body:

“Fuckkk you wanna cum, Mami? You want me inside of you, princesa? I wanna fuck your tight little pussy so bad I’m gonna cum in your womb when I’m in there. You gonna let me? You gonna let me make you feel good, hm?” Miles taunted

“Mhmmm” you mumbled. You nodded and turned to face him.

“If you weren’t webbed, I’d make you beg for it; but you’re formula makes it so that you won’t be begging for another three hours” Miles smirked

“mmmmmm” you mumbled

All this time, Miles was taunting your hole with his head, pushing it in and out and watching your hole drip with anticipation. You were sobbing and all you wanted was to feel full and to cum but Miles more interested in watching his powerful, smart girlfriend, fall apart on his cock like putty. The lewd sounds your pussy exuded were driving Miles crazy as he watched you beg for him with your eyes.

Miles pushed himself in and bottomed out. Your soft, plush walls sending his senses into overdrive as he forced himself to move and not just enjoy your pussy squeezing around him. The feeling of being full and the sight of Miles inside of you was enough to make your high return on steroids. Your legs shook as you moaned and whimpered alongside Miles’ own whimpers and groans. As you approached your highs, Miles’ thrusts became sloppier and harder as your body followed the rhythm of his thrusts and began to shake. Before you knew it, your eyes blurred, and you let out a long drawn out moan and a wave of pleasure came crashing down on you; had it not been for the webs, you would’ve fell to your knees.

Not long after, you felt Miles twitch and his movements stilled as he emptied his cum inside of you, his breathing became heavier as yours did too. Miles placed soft kisses along your figure and whispered praises against your body:

“Fuck you’re so beautiful, Mami. I love you so much. You did so well"

You felt yourself get weak in the knees but Miles had been supporting your stomach and your weight. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the man who emptied his cum into your womb but due to the webbing situation, you couldn’t. Miles felt this and he snapped the webs off of your hands and ankles in a flash. As you both were calming down, you saw a geometric blast of light before seeing Gwen’s face:

“WOAH! uh did I catch you guys at a bad time?” She asked awkwardly, covering her eyes.

You and Miles exchanged glances before he smirked and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks