#i was like genuinely giggling watching this

[simjaexy]

★ 𝙀𝙣𝙝𝙖 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙭 (𝙁) 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ★

౨ৎ why fight when we can just fuck?

warnings ⇀ MINORS DNI!!!, lowercase intended, crying, arguments, eating out (jay), shower sex (jake), cursing, dom! heeseung x sub! reader, hair gripping (sunghoon), overstimulation (jay), mean dom! sunghoon x sub brat! reader, blowjobs (sunghoon), rough sex, jealousy (sunghoon)

genre ⇀ pure smut, little angst

w.c ⇀ 980

a/n ⇀ sorry for not posting for awhile but i made a drabble of the hyung line! i’m planning on making a heeseung fic soon so stay tuned for that :) i hope you enjoy so please reblog, comment, like, etc! not proofread!

౨ৎ you and heeseung had a disagreement over something trivial, but it escalated quickly. the tension was palpable, and you both ended up saying things you didn't mean.

later that evening, heeseung knocked on your door, his face filled with regret. "i'm really sorry," he said softly. "i didn't mean to hurt you.” he noticed your silence and held your hand, “i think i know what to do to make you forgive me.” was all he said before shutting the door behind him.

“h-hee!” you cried out when you felt his girth dick hitting the right spots that made your eyes roll back. heeseung groaned feeling you clench around him. he pinned both of your arms down on the bed and nibbled at your neck causing you to jerk at the sensation.

“fuck you feel so tight. wanna fuck this pussy all day. would you let me baby?” he whispered in your ear. you nodded your head feeling your climax finally coming.

“fuck hee i’m cumming!” you moaned. he slapped your ass watching it jiggle. a smirk never falling off his face.

“fuck go head and cream on this dick.” he spoke. that was all you needed before your orgasm came over you. heeseung slowed down and soon he came too.

“i’m sorry baby for having that stupid argument. i love you.” heeseung mumbled, rubbing his face in your neck. you giggled and kissed his cheek.

“it’s okay hee, i forgive you.”

౨ৎ you and jay had a heated argument about his busy schedule. you felt neglected, and he felt misunderstood. after cooling off, jay came to you with a sincere expression.

"i'm sorry for not considering your feelings," he admitted. "i promise to make more time for us."

he cupped your face when he saw a few tears streaming down, “it really hurts jay.”

he kissed your cheek, “how about i make it up to you now?”

“oh god seongie!” you cried out, feeling his tongue lick your bud. he groaned when you gripped his hair. he continued nibbling and licking your bud, the sweet taste of you making him feel crazy.

your back arched and jerked when he suddenly licked your folds, “seongie too much!” you whined.

“mhm.” was all jay said. he dipped his tongue in your hole and swirled it around causing your eyes to roll back. you felt your orgasm coming and locked your legs around jays head.

“s-seongie im cumming! please!” you whimpered. seongie looked up at you, his intense hazed lustful gaze staring at you caused you to finally cum. you groaned when he still continued to lick up all your sweet taste.

“n-no. no more.” you rasped out. jay finally let go of your pussy and licked his lips. you saw him starting to unbuckled his belt.

“i don’t think i’m gonna stop anytime soon darling. i’m gonna make it up to you.”

౨ৎ you and jake had a disagreement about a decision he made without consulting you. feeling hurt, you distanced yourself. jake noticed and came to you, looking genuinely sorry.

"i didn't mean to make you feel left out," he said. "i should have talked to you first. i'm really sorry.”

you nodded your head, still feeling a bit upset. jake noticed your same expression and rubbed your hip, “how about we wash these negativities away?”

“fuck jake!” you squealed out. the sound of loud skin slapping and moans filling up the steamy bathroom.

jake threw his head back feeling your clench around him. the steamy water making him feel even more hot.

“yeah? you like that? wanna fuck you so good.” he moaned. you frantically nodded your head. you would’ve been on the ground if it weren’t for jake holding your hips in place.

“pussy feels so good. does my princess feel good?” he slurred out. you felt your orgasm coming after hearing his dirty words. the only thing you could do was nod your head.

“g-gonna cum. cumming!” you gasped. that’s when you felt your legs shaking with you pussy throbbing around jake’s dick. jake came right then and there.

“m’sorry princess. i love you.” he said.

you hummed, still tired, “i love you too jake.”

౨ৎ you and sunghoon had an argument about a misunderstanding that spiraled out of control. both of you were stubborn, but sunghoon eventually approached you with a apology.

"i'm sorry for being so stubborn," he confessed. "i value our relationship too much to let this come between us."

you rolled your eyes, “should have though bout that before flirting with that waitress.” you mumbled.

sunghoon sighed, knowing you weren’t gonna let it down. instead of saying anything, sunghoon grabbed your wrist and took you guys to your bedroom.

“fuck just like that kitten.” he groaned. you moaned around his dick, feeling it throb in your mouth. the noise of your slobber and his precum around his dick turning you on more. your pussy wet with slick. sunghoon gripped your hair when he felt you hollow your cheeks.

“ah~ fuck! that’s right kitten, such a good kitten.” he purred out. you felt tears gathering around your eyes when he started pushing his dick deeper into your mouth.

sunghoon felt your hand tapping against his thigh, but that didn’t stop him. if you were gonna have attitude after his apology, he’ll find a way to make you shut up.

he felt his orgasm coming and lolled his head back, “shit gonna cum.” he said. that’s when he let go of your hair making you lick around his tip, wanting to taste his cum in your mouth.

feeling your wet tongue licking his tip made him jerk forward and that’s when he finally came in your mouth. you swallowed every bit of it and hummed in content.

sunghoon rubbed your jaw, “don’t complain about being jealous when your the only one that can make me cum like this.”

[fgumi]

ꕥ after-party; — heeseung drabble, wc: 770, genre: fluff

the prada after-party was alive with energy, the room filled with fashion’s elite, each corner buzzing with conversation and laughter. the lighting was low, a mix of reds and blues flashing to the rhythm of the music, creating a vibrant, dreamlike atmosphere. you were right in the middle of it all, dancing with an effortless joy that made you stand out even in the crowded room.

enhypen sat off to the side, watching the party from their seats. heeseung, ever the introvert, preferred it that way—quietly observing rather than diving into the chaos. but tonight, his eyes rarely left you, drawn to the way you moved with such ease and happiness.

you turned, catching his gaze, and a playful idea struck. with a mischievous smile, you pretended to tug on an invisible rope, playfully trying to ‘pull’ him toward you. heeseung’s lips curled into a reluctant smile, his expression caught between playful and flustered. he loved dancing, but parties were not his scene—except when it involved you.

“you’re really gonna do this to me?” he mouthed, though the fondness in his eyes gave him away.

the rest of enhypen chuckled as heeseung reluctantly stood, dramatically acting like he was being pulled forward. “he’s whipped,” sunghoon joked, nudging jay, who laughed in agreement. his bandmates laughed, cheering him on as he approached you, clearly amused by his playful reluctance.

heeseung rolled his eyes, but his smile never faded as he stumbled toward you, playing along with your game. as he reached you, the song shifted, and bruno mars’s “versace on the floor” began to play, filling the room with its sultry beat. the irony wasn’t lost on either of you, and you both broke into laughter, leaning closer as the music enveloped you.

“versace? at a prada party? how off-brand,” you joked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

heeseung’s smile was shy but genuine, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “yeah, but we’ll make it work,” he said, his voice low and laced with affection. he placed his hands gently on your waist, pulling you into a slow dance. you swayed together, your movements soft and natural, finding a rhythm that was just yours.

heeseung’s gaze softened, his cheeks still tinged pink as he took in every detail of you. “you look beautiful tonight,” he whispered, his voice barely louder than the music. “i’d rather be anywhere but a party, but… with you, it’s different.”

you smiled, your heart fluttering at his words. “you’d rather be at the dorm, right?” you teased, leaning your forehead against his. “but i’m glad you’re here.”

heeseung nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “yeah, i’d rather be sleeping, but… i wouldn’t want to miss this,” he confessed quietly. “you make all of this worth it.”

you twirled lightly, letting his touch guide you back to him, your movements synchronized like you were in your own little world. the flashing lights, the crowded room, and the pounding music all faded away, leaving just the two of you swaying gently in each other’s arms.

heeseung pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes. “thanks for making me feel… less out of place,” he murmured, his voice soft and sincere. “i’d dance a thousand times if it meant being close to you.”

you giggled softly, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin. “you’re the best dancer here, hee,” you whispered. “but i’m glad you’re dancing with me.”

the two of you continued to move together, sharing smiles and quiet laughter, wrapped up in a moment that felt like it was made just for you. and even as the song played its final notes, heeseung stayed close, his arms around you, content to let the world fade away for just a little while longer.

later that night, after the party wound down, you and heeseung found your way back home, exhausted but happy. as you both drifted off to sleep, neither of you knew that twitter was already buzzing with excitement, fans going wild over the rare sight of heeseung out of his seat and on the dance floor.

“heeseung dancing?? with that smile? i’m done 😭💕” “you can tell he’s so in love… they’re adorable!” “he looks so happy. they bring out the best in him!” “only they can get heeseung to dance at a party. i’m soft.”

the clips of your dance were everywhere, capturing every smile, every shy glance, and the quiet joy that radiated between you. fans couldn’t stop gushing over how sweet it was to see heeseung stepping out of his comfort zone, all because of you.

disclaimer: this, in no way, reflects the idol. this is purely fiction. a/n: did y'all see this damn video? that's what has been playing in my head throughout the weekend. wdym he's that kind of boyfriend?? ✧ comments and reblogs are appreciated! ✧ give my other works a read too!

[moist-for-xavier]

NSFW Alphabet for Charles Xavier

a/n: I did Charles before he got in the wheelchair as well as after (sort of as how things changed) but then I included Charles from Days of future past as well just as another comparison

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

❥ before wheelchair

He was the king of aftercare. Brings you glass of water, wipes you down even picks you up to use the toilet. Usually, after getting enough strength you two take a shower and then cuddle while he drones on about some topic

❥ in a wheelchair

He has now become the pillow princess he always took care of before. Unable to get up, it’s up to you to clean him up, give him a drink and take care of yourself. But you don’t mind. Not when he looks at you like you hung the stars on the sky

❥ days of future past

The aftercare went downhill from that point. Sure, he wipes you down and gives you some water, but the cuddling depends on the situation. Most of the time, he will leave. Cuddling is too much emotional vulnerability. He’ll up and leave, expecting you to leave soon as well.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His were always his hands. Just because he notices just how much your eyes linger on his long, veiny hands when he reaches for his temple or twirling a pen when unsure what to write

On you, it was hips. He loves watching you walk ahead of him. He loves when he sits in a wheelchair or just a normal chair and you stand between his spread legs. Just how beautiful they fit into his hands, especially if you have hip dips

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Before he got in the wheelchair, he liked seeing it on your face or in your mouth. But one time when he finished in a condom inside you he pulled out and noticed the condom was broken and his cum leisurely leaked out of your abused hole. Since then he could only accept his cum in you or on your cunt

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He keeps your used panties around in his pocket somewhere. As a sort of souvenir or a reminder that you love him even if he’s in a wheelchair

Another dirty secret is that he used to listen to you touch yourself. He’d enter your mind and witness the same fantasies you did so he could jerk off as well. He never told you, never will. But you know, you could feel him probing your mind

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He wasn’t all that experienced when he first got with you before the Cuba accident. Sure, he had couple girls, maybe a guy or two, but he wasn’t a fuck boy. So you guys were pretty even

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

❥ before wheelchair

Missionary or mating press. He likes to see your face as he fucks you. Just to see your eyes roll back as he projects more filthy images right into your mind

❥ in a wheelchair

Cowgirl or reverse cowgirl. There isn’t much of a choice if we’re honest with each other. Or face sitting. He’ll die a happy man between your legs

❥ days of future past

Usually doggy or against the wall if he’s too impatient to get you into a bed or a couch. Anything facing away from him so you don’t have to look at the mess of a man he is

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

❥ before and in a wheelchair

He’s very lighthearted. It’s all about being comfortable with each other. If it means joking, then so be it. He loves seeing genuine joy on your face and under no circumstance will it ever be a boner killer for him

❥ days of future past

Very serious, very frustrated. His mood is hanging on a thread and just a small giggle for you could kill his mood

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

❥ before and in a wheelchair

Not stripped clean. Just nicely trimmed with the cutest thin happy trail up to his navel. The colour matches, just a bit darker. And you always help him trim up, it’s a binding activity at this point

❥ days of future past

It’s a jungle down there. He can’t be bothered to wash his hair more than once a week. You really think he’ll care for the carpet?

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

❥ before and in wheelchair

Very romantic. The first time you had sex he had flowers, nice dinner, calming scent and candles. He can be beautifully romantic but also nasty. Depends on what you want

❥ days of future past

No romance. He doesn’t want to waste that much energy on someone who will inevitably leave. It’s very transactional even if you’re dating. Just something to take out both of your frustrations and move on. Doesn’t want to get attached because he’s sure you’ll leave him like everyone else

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Very much. Often. Loves to listen to you when you do it. Mutual masturbation is a common occurrence. The problem lays in the fact that after getting in the wheelchair, he’s unable to make himself cum. So it’s just a whole lot of edging until you finish him off. But during days of future past, not so much. He was way too disgusted with himself to touch himself like that. He didn’t deserve it. But then fucking you into the mattress is okay

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Professor kink, praise, face sitting, breeding, pegging, voyeurism, exhibitionism

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His study or the bedroom. Especially now that he’s in a wheelchair, he plays it safe

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you call him Professor in a sultry way, ask him to guess what panties you have on or just showing him and then later giving them to him while walking away letting him know you’re bare under the pants or skirt. Telling him what you think about or just asking him to read your mind

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Complete mind control. He doesn’t want a doll to fuck, he wants you, fully conscious, able to do things on your own

Pain. He would never hurt you. Sure, a light smack on the butt when you walk past or are riding him. But anything that will bruise is a no

Pee. No.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Will always prefer giving. He always loved the taste of your arousal, how it would drip down his chin in a stringy, sticky mess. He wants you to sit on his face every chance possible, but not just hover over, but sit properly like a chair. If he were to suffocate and die, he’d die the happiest man on earth

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

❥ before wheelchair

Slow and sensual all the way. If you ask very nicely he will go faster or harder, it’s all up to you

❥ in a wheelchair

Pretty slow as well. It’s all up to you again, but this time literally. Sure, he can rub your clit, but hips down, it’s on you. So usually it’s just nasty, slick, sticky grinding your clit into his pubes, squeezing him inside and fondling his balls

❥ days of future past

Fast and hard. Your face usually pushed into the sheets, body just a tool for him to abuse and let out all his frustrations

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

❥ before wheelchair

Yes. Absolutely. Whenever chance possible. He’s a young man with a raging libido, he’ll take every chance he could get to rearrange your insides

❥ in a wheelchair

No. Having sex in this stage is a process. Just getting it up takes a while and getting off takes even longer

❥ days of future past

Most of these encounters are quick. Just a quick transaction so he can let you go as soon as possible. In his head, you don’t want to see him after, so he makes it quick and then vanishes somewhere again to sulk and drink some more, leaving you to tend to yourself

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

❥ before wheelchair

Yes. He’ll take whatever chance you’re offering. You want to have sex in the class before he has to teach? Okay, but make it quick

❥ in a wheelchair

No. Everything has been significantly slowed down with his disability. And it would be quite difficult to execute the same rendezvouses he used to have with you, but he misses them every day

❥ days of future past

Depends. Usually not. He’d wait until Hank would leave or shut himself into his room to have his way with you. It happened once that Hank walked in on you two and since then Charles took great care to never allow that to happen again

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

❥ before wheelchair

Whole lot of stamina. Able to go for about 4 rounds, even if the last two are a bit sloppy or rushed. He can hold his orgasm for a long time the first two-three rounds, mostly focused on paying attention to your pleasure instead

❥ in a wheelchair

He can go for about 5 rounds. All of them long since he can keep himself from orgasming for a while. Unfortunately, not by choice. But since you’re the one on top and your energy isn’t endless, your thighs usually giving out before the 3rd round. You usually lay together, his hand playing with your clit and you jerking him off just until/if you get more energy to continue riding him

❥ days of future past

His stamina has been greatly deteriorated from his younger days by his alcohol abuse. He can keep up for good 2 rounds, but they don’t last long since he can’t hold his orgasm for too long

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

❥ before wheelchair

Yes. The most common one is slipping a little vibrator in and having you walk around with it buzzing softly only your clit and in you to make you nice and wet for later. Sometimes he lets you use a strap on him and peg him instead. It requires a lot of trust from him, so expect it to be brought up at least a good year into the relationship

❥ in a wheelchair

The vibrator is still someone that stuck to him. He still uses it sometimes, just not as often as before

❥ days of future past

Not really. Not much to say there, he’s too afraid to do anything in case he scares you away

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

❥ before and in wheelchair

Yes. Loves it. Loves to play with the vibrator settings. He loves projecting the nastiest sex images of you and him right into your brain. Loves to watch you squirm and face grow hot

❥ days of future past

Not really. He wants it to be over to let you go. Again, too scared he’ll drive you away by being himself

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

❥ before and in a wheelchair

Whimpers. Panting and whimpering like a dog. He’s pretty loud, it’s not usual for you to cover his mouth or kiss him to silence him

❥ days of future past

Groans and pants. He doesn’t make much noise, choosing to keep it inside. Too much vulnerability again, too worried his noises will weird you out and you’ll leave as well

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is a closet pervert. He will use his telepathy to project his nasty thoughts into your mind. He loves to do it while in the presence of other people, maybe some unfortunate soul that has a crush on you. He’s also willing to have sex in front of other people only to later erase their memory of it. Also likes to look up your skirts

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average, but very beautiful. Good length with a perfect thickness. Beautiful pale with a cute pink tip and a nice thick vein on the bottom that makes him whimper like a dog

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

❥ before wheelchair

High. Extremely high. Maybe not for sex entirely, but extremely dirty minded, all the time. And loves to show you what he’s thinking about. And it usually leads to sex

❥ in a wheelchair

It lowered down with the amount of work he has as well as the fact he can’t get it up as easy. But with enough help from you, he will deliver

❥ days of future past

Low. Really low if you’re casual. Just once a month just to get his mind off of everything is enough. But his high libido from his youth is still present. The problem comes from being too worried that he’d scare you away with it

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

❥ before and in wheelchair

He doesn’t fall asleep until you’re safely tucked into his side and asleep. It’s normal for him to stay awake reading aloud to you to help you relax before he allows himself to relax as well

❥ days of future past

He doesn’t fall asleep. You can take a nap in his bed but he won’t stay with you. He might take a nap on his own in his study

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

a/n: Let me know if you find any mistakes and thank you for reading <3

[bookwormjust]

Surprising Him with His Favorite Food (established relationship with Cassian)

Cassian had been out all day, training recruits and dealing with the demands of his job, and you knew he’d come home sore and tired. So, you decided to surprise him with his favorite meal—something hearty and comforting to lift his spirits. The kitchen filled with the warm, savory smells as you cooked, your anticipation growing with every dish you prepared.

By the time Cassian arrived home, the table was set with all his favorite foods, the flicker of candlelight adding a soft glow to the room. You heard the door open and the heavy footsteps of Cassian walking in. 

“Hey, love, I’m home,” he called out, his voice slightly tired but full of warmth.

“In here!” you replied, grinning to yourself.

Cassian appeared in the doorway, his eyes immediately widening as he took in the sight of the table and the aroma of the meal. “What’s this?” he asked, clearly surprised, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“I figured you could use a good meal after the day you’ve had,” you said, walking over to him with a proud smile.

He stared at you for a moment, his expression softening. “You did all this... for me?” he asked, his voice full of genuine awe.

You nodded, a little bashful. “Of course, I did. You deserve it.”

Before you could say anything else, Cassian wrapped you in a massive bear hug, lifting you off the ground as he spun you around. “You’re the best!” he exclaimed, his laughter bubbling up as he buried his face in your neck.

You laughed as well, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Put me down, or the food’s going to get cold!” you teased, though you couldn’t help but melt into his embrace.

He set you down gently, but his hands lingered on your waist, and he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and finally your lips, lingering for a moment. “I can’t believe you did this,” he murmured, his tone filled with affection. “I don’t deserve you.”

You smiled up at him, brushing a stray lock of his hair back. “You deserve everything, Cass. I’m just glad I could make you happy.”

He gave you one of those big, radiant smiles, the kind that always made your heart flutter. “You always make me happy,” he said, his voice warm with sincerity. “But this… this is perfect.”

The two of you sat down together, Cassian immediately digging into the meal with an appreciative groan. “Gods, this is amazing!” he said between bites, his face lighting up with every taste. “You’re a genius.”

You laughed, watching him enjoy the food you’d made, his enthusiasm making all the effort worth it. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it? I love it!” he exclaimed, pausing to give you a playful nudge. “Seriously, this is the best surprise ever. I don’t think I can thank you enough.”

He leaned over, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “But I’ll definitely try,” he added with a wink, making you giggle.

The rest of the evening passed in a haze of laughter and conversation, filled with Cassian’s constant compliments and his playful attempts to feed you some of his food. These moments—simple and domestic—were filled with so much love and warmth. 

As you cleared the dishes together later, Cassian wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Thank you for always thinking of me,” he whispered, his voice soft and sincere. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You smiled, leaning back into his embrace. “You don’t have to thank me. I love you, Cass.”

“And I love you,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your neck before holding you tight, both of you basking in the quiet joy of being together.

[volklana]

Glorious

Title Comes From This Song:

Request: I decided to combine these two-

-Could I please request a modern Sihtric who is clearly suffering from PTSD because let's be honest he would. And he keeps trying to push you away because he thinks he's too much to handle

-I'd love a fluffy first date Sihtric x reader fic. With all the creative freedom to you!

Warnings: Mentions PTSD and smoking

You leaned against the brick wall, trying your friend’s phone number only for it to once again ring out, and you sighed, hugging your top against your body to try fight back at the cold a bit. 

The club was going to be closing any minute now and you had no idea where your friend had gone to, and truth be told this wasn’t the first time she had done this to you. 

You put your phone back in your purse and weighed up your options, you could hang out in this ally (a side door off the club) another little while longer in the hopes she got back to you before the club closed, or you could admit defeat that she had gone home with some guy and hail yourself a cab home alone.

You tried her one more time, and this time you really did feel like crying.

You had only come out tonight for her, even though you had been really going through it lately, she had managed, as always, to guilt trip you into going out to the club, and now here you were alone and depressingly drunk and she was nowhere to be seen.

“Are you okay?” a voice suddenly called through the depths of your despair and you turned your head to find the most beautiful man you had ever seen propped up against the wall, leaning on one leg, inhaling a cigarette and looking at you with big worried eyes.

You shook your head sadly and he pushed himself away from the wall and came towards you.

“Do you need help?” he asked kindly and you shook your head softly but accepted the cigarette he offered you anyway, dipping your head towards the flame of his lighter to light it.

“My friend has abandoned me,” you offered as an explanation after you exhaled, “She always does this shit to me and yet I never learn.” 

“Sounds like a shitty friend,” he said truthfully, but sadly and you nodded because he was right.

“You got anyone else you can call?” he asked and you smiled at him, but shook your head.

“I’ll be okay, I’ll get a cab.”

“Is that safe? On your own?” he asked, looking into your eyes with concern and it was only then in that light that you realised he had two different coloured eyes, one a bright blue and the other a honey brown.

An expression you could not quite read crossed his face and you realised you had been staring, and you snapped to your senses “I’ll be okay,” you repeated once again but he didn’t look convinced.

“Sihtric!” a stern voice called from the doorway and he snapped to attention immediately, “Break time is over get your ass inside.”

The door slammed and Sihtric stomped his cigarette out. 

“I’ve gotta go,” he rushed “But I really wish you wouldn’t get a taxi alone,” he added “I would offer to walk you home but I gotta do the close up.”

You smiled, heart genuinely warmed by his concern and maybe it was the drink, or maybe it was because no one had shown genuine care for you in a long time, but you pushed up onto your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “You are a kind man Sihtric, but I will be fine.”

You both made your way towards the door and Sihtric reached for your arm, “I didn’t catch your name,” he rushed and you giggled “It’s y/n,” before you headed back upstairs to the dancefloor and he watched you go before he made his way back into the bar. But he repeated your name in his mind over and over again so he would not forget.

“And you just let her go?” Osferth asked, wiping down tables, while Sihtric was cleaning glasses.

“Ya didn’t even ask for her number?” Finan quirked his head up from where he was counting tills and Sihtric deadpanned.

“It wasn’t like that guys, she wasn’t even interested in me.”

And even if she was, he thought she is too good for me.

“No?” Osferth smirked, catching Finan’s eye “But you were interested in her!” 

“Oh shut up I don’t know why I even told you guys,” Sihtric snapped, his cheeks tinged red with embarrassment.

“We’re not open yet, love,” Finan said, startled to have found a shy figure in front of the bar when he emerged from the cellar with a crate of beer in hand.

“I know,” you said shyly “But I was wondering if maybe Sihtric was here?”

Finan stopped in his tracks and a sad smile broke out across his face “He’s off today love, he won’t be back until tomorrow.”

You almost stood to attention and repositioned your bag on your shoulder as you rushed out “Okay, that’s no problem.”

“I could call him for you if you need him?” he offered and you shook your head profusely “No, no don’t bother him on his day off, it was honestly nothing. I’ll just be on my way.” 

“Wait. Woah, just hold on there a second,” he pleaded, coming around the bar and halting your departure “Maybe I could give him your number? Tell him you were looking for him?”

You felt suddenly embarrassed and foolish. Would he even remember who you were from the brief conversation you’d had a few nights ago. He was absolutely gorgeous; he must have girls queuing up to talk to him all the time. Damn was he even single?

But you suddenly realised Finan was still in front of you waiting for an answer and you nodded shyly “Sure,” and accepted the notepad and pen he handed you and scribbled your name and number, and you scarpered out before he you could change your mind it wasn’t until you left that a huge smile broke out across his face at the brackets beside your name (the girl from the ally)

Sihtric had barely hung up his leather jacket in the coat room when Finan burst in and scared him half to death. He chose not to make a big deal of the way he flinched so as not to embarrass him.

“Am I, or am I not your best friend?” he beamed and Sihtric looked at him dumbfounded.

“It’s a simple question, am I your best friend or not?”

“It depends on what you want.” Sihtric laughed.

“Ah but my friend it’s not a matter of what you can do for me, but rather what I can do for you,” he extended his hand and Sihtric locked in on the folded piece of paper in his hand.

“You only get this on the promise that you actually message her,” Sihtric nodded and unfolded the note, his heart beating a thousand beats a minute at your number.

He had searched the crowd for you every single night since your first encounter and he’d began to give up all hopes of finding you again.

He turned the crumpled piece of paper over and over in his hands on his break, trying to come up with what to say to you. Sihtric had never been confident with girls, he always fell easily, but could never fully open himself up to someone in case he got hurt, and he had spent his whole life being hurt.

He sent the message, a simple ‘Hey, this is Sihtric,’ and nearly vomited with anxiety.

“I’m so sorry, I’m not even sure what I was doing turning up like that yesterday,” you apologized and he couldn’t help the small smile and the way his heart fluttered “No, I’m so glad you did I was hoping I would bump into you again,” he replied honestly and you smiled in relief in your bed. 

You were surprised with how easily the conversation between you and Sihtric flowed, you were messaging non stop for days and then he called you unexpectedly on his walk home one night and you ended up talking way into the early hours of the morning. 

Days turned into a week or two, and you and Sihtrc never went a day without talking but thanks to his working evenings and weekends and your hectic job, it seemed impossible to plan a day to meet in person.

But soon calls were not enough and it turned into facetimes and you found yourself falling more and more for those eyes by the day.

Until you decided enough was enough and bit the bullet. 

“Are you working tonight?” you messaged as you were applying the finishing touches to your makeup. Your friend had once again begged you to come out, and this time you agreed, only with the hopes of seeing Sihtric again.

“I am love,” he replied sadly, “Did you want to call?”

You felt bad not replying, opting to hopefully surprise him when he saw you later. 

And his eyes nearly popped out of his head when you propped yourself up at the bar and asked for a drink.

“What are you doing here?” he beamed over the music and you swirled your straw around in your glass.

“My friend wanted to go out tonight, I think she’s got a new guy on the go.”

“And you?” he rushed, huge eyes taking in your club attire and his mouth went dry.

“I came here to meet a guy,” you teased and his heart fell into the pits of his stomach but he nodded quickly, hoping to mask his devastation. He didn’t.

“Sihtric,” you rushed, standing up and reaching for him “The guy I’ve come to meet is you!” You smiled up at him softly, realsing he had completely misunderstood you.

He looked to where your hand was in his and smiled shyly, twisting his hand to hold yours over the bar, and then brought your hand to his lips and placed a kiss there.

“Loverboy,” someone shouted and Sihtric sprang to attention “Could we get some shots over here?”

“I gotta-”

“Go- go!!” you urged laughing before making your way out onto the dancefloor. 

Sihtric kept his eyes trained on you all night, even though he was supposed to be working. He watched you beaming, smile contagious as you threw your hands up in the air, hair swishing to the beat and he was jealous. Jealous of everyone you danced with and jealous of how carefree you were, dancing as if nobody was looking. He realised with a gnawing feeling in his chest that you were free, truly free and it was a foreign concept to him. He was always on high alert, always awaiting the next danger, either real or perceived. 

He had always been like this. Clinging to the sidelines, watching from the safety of the shadows. Where he wouldn’t draw attention to himself, where he wouldn’t be perceived. 

You, on the other hand, you could let yourself be free, you let yourself live in the moment, not waiting for the next punch, the next fight or the next betrayal. He wondered briefly if his upbringing had been different, less violent, less hungry and less clinging to sheets in moldy apartments if he too could let himself go the way you did.  A deep sigh left his lips and he genuinely wondered if he could even have a place in your world, and then he felt selfish, maybe he should cut things off before he even tried to become part of your world, he would be a weight around your neck and he would never forgive himself if he was the reason you lost that sparkle in your eye. 

He jumped because Osferth was suddenly behind him and he hadn’t seen him approach, and he followed Sihtric’s  line of sight and smiled fondly when he saw you.

“I am under strict instructions to tell you that I am covering the rest of your shift and you are to go have fun.”

Sihtric whipped around and studied his young friend carefully, “But you never work the bar?”

“Tonight I do, so go and dance with your lady.” 

You watched in delight as Sihtric came out from behind the bar, and you fully expected him to make his way over to you but he walked right on past you towards the stairs and your stomach flopped a little. 

“The fuck is he doing?” Finan demanded and Osferth argued that he must be too nervous “Go after him. Please go after him,” he urged you from across the room and both of them silently cheered when you followed in his wake. 

You knew exactly where you would find him, out the side door smoking a cigarette and you were right.

“Did I make a mistake coming tonight?” you asked, voice small, “Sihtric we’ve been talking non stop. I just thought- I thought that you liked me,”

“I do,” he begged, turning to face you “I really like you. It’s me y/n,” he swallowed harshly and sighed, running his hands through his hair “I’m a lot okay? I’m carrying a lot of baggage, and I watched you tonight, look at you. You’re gorgeous.You’re a goddess and I will drag you down.” 

“So you’re bowing out before we’ve even tried?” you countered “You’d rather decide what I can handle for me instead of giving me the chance to make my own mind up?” 

He slumped against the wall, feeling like his heart was going to beat out of his chest, and you watched him in pain until you spoke again “Or are you bowing out first to try and protect yourself? It doesn’t hurt so much if you’re the one who decides it’s over first right?” 

Sihtric stopped breathing for a moment because he had never been read so clearly in all his life. You saw right through him.

“You don’t get it,” he said sadly “I can’t be carefree the way you are. I’m a lot to carry, I’m heavy and I’m- I think I’m fucked up, I’m different to everyone else.”

“Maybe I do get it,” you answered back “You’ve made up my story for me Sihtric but you don’t know the things I’ve come through to get to where I am right now, and I’m telling you this, you think you’re protecting your heart by shutting everyone out, but I promise you, you are only hurting yourself.” 

Sihtric considered you for a moment, eyes glassy before he blinked.

“You deserve someone- someone whole. Someone who hasn’t seen the things that I’ve seen, done the things that I’ve done. Don’t you get it? It’s not my heart I’m trying to protect, it’s yours. I don’t want to taint you with my darkness.” 

“Sihtric,” you cried, taking his hands in yours, delighted that he let you and didn’t pull away “I can’t even imagine what you’ve gone through to put up these walls and I’m not expecting you to just trust me, but can you trust that I am a big girl and I can handle a lot more than you think, and I would at least like to give us a try. Don’t you think we at least deserve to try?” 

Sihtric closed his eyes, head resting against the brick wall and you could feel his pulse, “I want to. I want to so fucking bad but I don’t know how to let you in,” he admitted. 

“Sihtric, look at me,” you pleaded and reluctantly he opened his eyes to meet yours “We don’t have to figure it all out tonight. All I ask is that you don’t push me away just because you’re scared?”

He nodded, eyes locked on yours “I’m sorry,” he told you gently, and you leaned up on your tiptoes to pull him into a hug.

“We haven’t even had a date yet and you’re already trying to get rid of me, that’s a new record, even for me.”

Sihtric laughed into your shoulder despite himself, and he released the breath he didn’t even know he was holding, feeling the tension leave his neck and shoulders.

“I did try to tell you I was a lot,” he countered and the two of you laughed, washing away the tension of the last few moments.

“Can I walk you home?” he offered after a few minutes in your embrace and you nodded.

“That was my plan all along,” you admitted and he smiled shyly. 

He just walked you home that night, refusing your offer to come up. Insisting that he at least take you on a proper date, after his embarrassing melt down at the club he felt he at least owed you that. You insisted on being on a call with him, his whole walk home so he wouldn’t be alone and he honestly didn’t know which gods to thank for sending you his way. 

“Will you finally tell me where we are going?” you begged, tugging on his hand and he smiled mischievously, “Can’t you just let me surprise you woman?” he teased and you fell in pace beside him happily.

He buzzed the doorbell of a studio apartment and you really had no idea where this boy was taking you, and as you stepped into the elevator he sensed you were going to ask him again, so he sighed and took your hand in his “We are almost there just be patient.”

The elevator doors opened and you stepped into what looked like an artist’s workshop/studio.

You took in the whole scene in front of you with childlike wonder before finally settling on Sihtric who was looking at you sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck, before he made his way over to a workbench and picked up a little wicker basket with a picnic and a bottle of wine inside.

“You mentioned that you loved painting but never get the time to do it anymore, I figured we could have some wine and paint a little?” His cheeks were tinged pink and he looked so embarrassed “It seemed really romantic in my head, I guess-we can do something else if you want-”

-”Sihtric,” you cut him off, tears in your eyes as you made your way over and cupped his face “This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me,” you cried and the shy smile of relief that crept over his face was the cutest thing you had ever seen.

You had mentioned painting in passing weeks ago to Sihtric when he mentioned that he was an amateur photographer, but you had no idea that he would remember something as insignificant as that.

“Come on let me see?” he begged, and you swiped him away.

“My masterpiece is not complete yet,” you shooed him and he took another sip of his wine, you continued painting until a sudden flash pulled your attention and Sihtric was sat there with his camera in hand looking guilty. 

“I’m sorry,” he laughed “But you look so cute when you are concentrating, your little tongue poking out.”

You laughed shyly and applied the finishing touches before you sat back.

“Are you ready to see my masterpiece?” you laughed and he was out of his seat like a shot.

“Is that…Is that me?” he said flabbergasted “Y/n, I’m gonna cry, this is amazing!” 

“I tried my best to capture you. I fear it doesn’t do you justice though, you are more beautiful in person.”

Sihtric had to swallow a few times to genuinely gather himself unable to process the emotions he was feeling for you in the moment.

“Can I keep it?” he said so genuinely that you were rising to come stand beside him, “Sihtric,” you sighed reaching up to place a kiss to his cheek when he suddenly turned his face to capture your lips, hands flying up to cup your face, and you leaned into the kiss, kissing him back hungrily, and it was like a dam of wanting had burst open.

He backed you into an empty workbench, lifting you onto it and you locked your legs around his waist.

When your hands found your way into his hair he moaned suddenly into your mouth and you couldn’t help but capitalize on the moment, by running your other hand down to the waistband of his jeans and tugging at his belt as he attached his lips to your neck.

“Please,” he was begging, but he wasn’t even sure what he was begging for, more friction, more hair tugging just more of whatever you were willing to give him.

It had been months since anyone had touched him this way and he was afraid he wouldn’t last. Not when you made those precious sounds beneath him, or when you raked your nails along his back. His back that was marred with scars, but if you wanted to mark him he would wear those marks proudly.

He sucked on the soft skin of your neck as he moved inside you and your breathing quickened, he knew you were near.

“Let go. Let go for me,” he urged “I’ve got you.”

And you came around him with a cry, it was all he needed to let go himself.

Grunting from somewhere deep within his chest as he came apart.

You hissed when he pulled out and he went away to fetch some paper to clean up with.

“Gods, you are glorious,” he mused, as you sat up. brushing his fingers through your hair and tucking a strand behind your ear, you smiled at him hazily and he muttered “Just glorious,” again, before he dipped in to steal another kiss from your swollen lips.

Sihtric took your hand and led you through the flashing strobe lights and loud music.

He pulled you close and moved your body in time with his. Running his hands down your sides, grabbing your ass and grinding against you.

He knew his friends were watching but he didn’t care. All he cared about was you and you wanted to dance.

If you were able to nurse him through the nights he woke up screaming in terror, or anytime a loud or sudden noise startled him, he could do this for you.

And he was having fun, he couldn’t remember the last time he laughed so hard at your goofy and carefree dance moves.

The strobe lights above you made you look like nothing short of an angel and not for the first or last time, Sihtric thought you were glorious.

And he wished he could find the words to tell you that for the first time in years he felt weightless, carefree and safe, like you had taken a chisel and chipped away at all the heavy concrete blocks that were weighing him down, instead he settled on kissing you with all his might and he didn’t need to tell you.

You knew. 

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[fireflyinks]

you and hamzah on a planned date he suprised you with! you can make it sfw or not doesn’t matter just thought it would be a cute idea

pinterest worthy picnics

hamzahthefantastic x reader fluff

a/n : IT'S FALL!!!! I hope you guys like this even though it's a little short, hamzah take me on a picnic PLEASE

contains : no cursing, no y/n, just fluff, a date, established relationship, major fall vibes

Hamzah had always had trouble making plans for the two of us. Oftentimes, I would have to plan the dates, just because Hamzah was oblivious on how to approach the situation. Honestly, I knew he would rather sit at home, order take out, and watch a movie with me, but deep down he could tell I craved more.

“Yeah, sometimes I wonder if he even cares, you know?” He heard me say one night, on the phone with Mandy when I thought he was too engrossed in the video game he was playing to listen.

“I just wish for once he would plan something out instead of just letting me do it. I wanna be surprised for once.”

And after hearing me say that, Hamzah knew he had to step his game up. 

“Hamzah, this is genuinely terrifying.” I squealed, holding onto the car door handle tightly as Hamzah drove. He had made me wear a blindfold, saying that I’d make the surprise more romantic.

“We’re almost there…” He replied, and I could tell by his tone that he was either nervous or excited. Maybe even both.

Hamzah anxiously took in the surroundings as he drove, the late October leaves spinning in the air, creating an orange and yellow atmosphere. His plan was simple, but he hoped that you wouldn’t mind. Sometimes the simplest things in life are the best, right?

“We’re here…” Hamzah dragged out with his voice, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening his car door. He walked over to my side, opening my door and peeling the blindfold from my face gently. 

I looked around, realizing we were at the local park. 

“What are we doing here?” 

Hamzah smiled, shyly. “I thought we could have a picnic.”

A blush spread across my face. This was extremely out of character for him. Well, not wanting to spend time with me, but taking initiative to plan how we would hang out. 

I climbed out of the car, watching as he grabbed a flannel blanket and a pizza box from the trunk, along with other containers.

“You really took the time to do all of this?” 

“Of course I did.” He said, almost immediately. 

We walked through the park, trying to find a good place to set up. After a minute of walking, we found a nice spot under a tree, and I watched as Hamzah laid everything out, taking extreme care to put everything in a good spot. I could tell he really wanted this to be perfect. 

“Is this giving Pinterest?” He asked, trying to seem as if he was joking but I could tell he hoped his set up was aesthetically pleasing. I giggled, nodding and sitting across from him on the blanket. Hamzah took everything out of the containers, and revealed that he had even melted chocolate to dip strawberries into. 

“So you really just did this unprompted? Like, this was completely your idea?” I asked, clearly still unconvinced. 

Hamzah looked up at me, dropping his shoulders. 

“Okay, I may have heard you talking to Mandy on the phone the other night, and it made me realize that I don’t do stuff like this for you enough. So, no, I guess not, but I still hope you like it. 

I quickly shook my head. “No, babe I promise you do plenty for me. It was just in the heat of the moment.” 

“No, I really don’t. I know I can seem like I don’t care sometimes, or like I don’t actually want to do things with you, but I swear I do. I’m just not good at expressing that.” 

“I know…” I smiled, speaking faintly. 

He dipped a strawberry into the chocolate, taking it into his mouth. I did the same. 

Hamzah reached over, smearing the chocolate that had gotten on my lip off with his thumb. He smiled softly, kissing me slowly. 

After pulling away, we sat and ate in silence for a few moments, enjoying the peacefulness that surrounded us. 

“I’ll have to complain to Mandy more often if this is what I get in return.” I joked, causing Hamzah to laugh. 

“You won’t have to, I have plenty more date ideas. I actually went down a rabbit hole the other night and we might be skydiving together in the near future.” 

I rolled my eyes, “You’d have to drag me onto that helicopter.” 

“Trust that I will.” 

I giggled, “I think I’ll be alright with the Pinterest-worthy picnics for now.” 

Hamzah smiled, pecking my lips with his chocolate covered ones.

[elarialuthien]

Loving Touches - Leon Kennedy x Reader

warning: smut I didn't plan to write this drabble at all, but I think since inspiration came, I need to write it ***

You're sitting at your computer desk, which sits next to a window through which light softly pours in, filling the room with a warm, muted glow. The office is spacious, with bright, light walls, and opposite the desk is a cozy sofa covered with a patterned rug. The work process has completely absorbed you, your thoughts are focused on the monitor. You were so carried away that you didn’t even notice Leon entering the room.

Suddenly you feel his warm, strong arms gently hug you from behind, and you reflexively shudder. His chin rests gently on your head and you feel the calmness his presence brings. You smile, feeling his closeness, because he rarely shows such affection, especially when you are working. With a slight smile, you raise your hand to touch his palm and squeeze it gently, enjoying the moment of peace and comfort away from work.

The office you're in suddenly feels a little cozier, as if his presence has transformed the cold space into something personal, almost homely.

" Hi," you mumble, lifting your head up to look at him. "Everything is fine? You're usually not so... nice during work hours."

You tease him slightly, hoping to find out what's really on his mind. Leon isn't usually one to show affection in public, so you know there must be a reason for this sudden change in behavior.

Leon squeezes your hand lightly, acknowledging the presence and warmth. A faint blush spreads across his cheeks as he realizes how close you are. He pulls away slightly, although not enough to completely break contact. His blue eyes scan your face carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort or irritation. "I just..." he begins, trembling slightly. " I wanted to make sure you were okay." His voice becomes quieter, almost too quiet to hear clearly. "You look tired lately."

His words convey genuine concern. Leon may not show it often, but he cares deeply about your well-being. He lifts his free hand to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

" A lot of work, a lot of stress," you said with a heavy sigh and giggled when you felt a kiss on your neck. " Leon... Not in the office," you whispered with a chuckle.. At your whisper, Leon’s eyes darken with desire. The playful tone you respond with only fuels his arousal even more. He leans closer, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck.

" That sounds like an invitation," he murmurs into your neck before gently nipping at the sensitive spot under your earlobe. Leon makes no attempt to pull away completely. Instead, he continues to caress and tease you with short kisses along the line.

His fingers dig into the soft fabric of your clothes, just a little, pulling you towards him until there is no space left between you. His breath hitches when he feels your body pressed against his own.

" You always have that effect on me," Leon admits quietly, his voice full of lust. " And it seems like it’s getting stronger every day."

" Mmm," you muttered, biting your lip and pressing your hands to the edges of your skirt. "There are cameras here. Our boss sees everything."

Leon's eyes flicker towards the corner of the room where he knows the security camera is located. He grins evilly, knowing full well that their leader has seen worse than this. "Well," he whispers hoarsely in your ear, " let’s give him the opportunity to watch something interesting."

With deft movements, Leon slips one hand under your blouse, tracing the curves of your waist before moving up to your chest. He rubs teasingly over the hardened nipples under your bra, enjoying the way you squirm in response.

"Oh my God, Leon!" You gasped quietly and your breathing quickened as his skillful fingers danced across your sensitive skin. "Someone might come in!" Despite your protest, you found yourself arching into his touch, craving more of that delicious friction against your aching nipples. Your hands clenched into fists on his shirt, holding him close to you as you fought to focus on the task at hand. " Please," you whined, your voice barely louder than a whisper. "We can't get caught... Not here, not now."

Leon chuckles softly, enjoying the way you beg him to stop even as your body begs for more. His thumb brushes the tip of your nipple again, enjoying the sharp inhale that follows. "Oh, I know, baby," he replies, his voice dripping with sinful intent. " But who cares if we get caught when we're having so much fun?"

With deliberate slowness, Leon slides his hand down from your chest, tracing the curve of your stomach before settling firmly on your hip. His fingers gradually move up your skirt until they reach the warm, wet warmth between your thighs. " Besides," Leon purrs in your ear, " you’re already all wet for me... You can’t hide this fact from anyone."

You close your eyes, wanting a break from all the stress that has piled up on you, for a moment all worries disappeared, and you even forgot about Leon’s presence, when suddenly you feel movement under the table. You are dumbfounded and sharply lower your eyes under the table.

Feeling your gaze on him, Leon raises his eyes to meet your gaze. There's an insidious gleam in his eyes that sends shivers down your spine. His fingers slide through the damp fabric of your panties, tracing the outline of your slit through the thin fabric. "Looks like someone else wants attention too," he teases softly, slipping a finger under the band of your underwear to dip into your slick folds.

The sensation causes a moan to escape from the depths of your throat, echoing throughout the quiet room. Leon takes advantage of this vulnerability, lifting his finger up to stroke your swollen clit. " Is this what you need, baby?" he asks hoarsely. " My touch to take your mind off all these worries?"

"Leon, are you serious?" You ask, biting your lip. "Right under the table? I didn't know you had such a... playful side."

Leon grins devilishly, his finger still making teasing circles around your throbbing clit. His other hand moves to grab your thigh possessively. "Oh, I’ve always had that side," he admits, " but I guess I hid it from you."

His grin widens as he feels your muscles clench around his finger, desperate for more stimulation. With a low growl, Leon adds another finger to your entrance, slowly stretching you out. "Now let’s see how loudly you can shout my name without drawing attention to yourself."

You sigh involuntarily, your moan says everything about your damn horny state, and Leon doesn’t need any more time to remove your panties out of sight and press his tongue to your throbbing, wet clitoris, thirsty for male attention, which is already exhausted with impatience.

Leon groans at the taste of your arousal, his tongue diving deeper to lick your engorged clit. He sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. "Mmm, you taste incredible," he mutters, his voice muffled but full of hunger. " So sweet and addictive... I could devour you all day."

As he speaks, Leon increases the pace of his ministrations, sliding two fingers in and out of your tight channel as his thumb rubs hard circles over your clit. The combination of sensations pushes you closer and closer to the brink of climax. "Come to me, baby," he urges, his hot breath on your wet folds. " Let go and make all that noise. I want to hear you lose control."

You sigh heavily, not too loudly, but not too quietly, and lean back in your chair, throwing your head back. "God..." you whisper, breathing heavily. " You really are a ladies’ man."

Leon hums in agreement, his free hand sliding up the inside of your thigh to tease the edge of your labia. He relishes the power he has over you, able to reduce you to a quivering mess with just his touch. "I’m a man who knows what he likes," he corrects, pushing his fingers deeper into your wetness. " And right now, I love watching you fall apart because of me."

He redoubles his efforts, adding another finger to stretch and fill you even more. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the air around them as Leon squirts into you relentlessly. " But don’t worry," he promises huskily. "I’ll make sure every inch of you gets exactly what it needs."

"Oh God, Leon!" You gasp, feeling the pressure building inside you. " If you keep doing this, I won’t be able to hold back for long." Your hips jerk chaotically under his hand as he skillfully guides you closer to the edge. Beads of sweat form on your forehead, and your heart is pounding wildly in your chest. The taboo nature of this hot date only heightens the intensity of my pleasure.

" Please," you whine desperately like a cat in March, your nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. " I need... I need..." You trail off, unable to articulate the overwhelming desire that consumes me. " All I know is that I need release, and I need it now."

Leon feels your desperation, how your body trembles and tenses under his touch. He redoubles his efforts, sucking hard on your clit as he curls his fingers just inside you. "That’s it, baby," he coaxes, his voice a low rumble against your sensitive flesh. "Let go. Come to me. I want to feel you loosen up."

His words are interrupted by a particularly deep thrust, hitting that spot inside of you that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. Your walls clench around his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of intense pleasure emanating from your core.

" Yes, that’s right," Leon praises, guiding you through each thrust until you collapse boneless on the chair. " You are so beautiful when you let yourself go." Even when you come down from the top, Leon refuses to stop touching you. His fingers continue to lazily stroke your sensitive clit, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from your exhausted body. "Are you okay there?" He asks quietly, lifting his head to look at you with those adorably piercing blue eyes of his.

He smirks, pleased with himself as he watches you recover. His fingers finally slip from your dripping warmth, leaving a trail of wetness on his wrist.

" I..." you sob, your cheeks turning red from both embarrassment and orgasm. You are ashamed to look at Leon, knowing that he is damn pleased with himself, grinning like a cat that has eaten too much sour cream. "You... damn."

Leon chuckles darkly, a low rumbling sound that vibrates in his chest. He stands up, towering over you in the dim light of the office. "Well, you said you needed something to distract yourself," he points out, wiping his fingers with a napkin tucked into his collar. "It seems I have fulfilled my promise." He leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, tasting himself before pulling away with a satisfied smile. " And we’re just getting started," Leon assures you, straightening his clothes. "Consider it just a snack."

" Please," you whine in need. " Please fuck me in this fucking chair," you growl, as if you forgot for a moment that there are cameras in this fucking office.

Leon’s eyes darken with lust at your bold request, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He glances around the room, noting the various security cameras located throughout the space. "Oh, I intend to," he growls, his voice low and full of promise. " But first, I think it's time to give these cameras a show they won't soon forget."

In one swift motion, Leon reaches out and yanks you out of your chair, spinning you around and bending you over the armrest. He lifts your skirt, exposing your shiny folds to the cool air of the room. " Fuck, you’re already all wet for me," he groans, running the thick head of his dick along your slit. " Such a needy little thing, isn’t it?"

" Yes..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around Leon’s back and exposing his neck for kisses.

Leon takes advantage of your position, pressing his lips to your neck as he teases your slick entrance with the tip of his cock. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding himself towards you. "Are you ready for this?" He whispers into your neck before slowly thrusting into you, enjoying the feeling of your balls buried deep within your warm, clenching walls.

The initial stretch is amazing, filling you completely. Leon pauses, allowing you both to adjust to his size before starting to move. "Fuck, you’re perfect for me," he moans, starting to thrust shallowly. "Every fucking inch."

" Yeah..." you giggle, feeling every inch of his cock. " Fuck me... daddy," you say embarrassedly, unable to hold back a laugh.

At your giggling confession, Leon smirks, picking up the pace of his thrusts. Every movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body, heightened by the knowledge that he's claiming you right here, right now. "Call me whatever you want, baby," he huffs, pounding into you harder. " Just keep talking dirty."

With each thrust, Leon pushes deeper, stretching you deliciously wide around his throbbing length. His hands tighten on your hips, marking you with his touch as he pounds into you relentlessly.

" Don’t hold back," he breathes, nipping your earlobe. "Shout for me."

" Mmm," you mumble, stroking his hand with yours. "Do you like being called daddy?"

Leon's breath catches at this term, a shiver runs through his body. "Yes, I think so," he admits, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice despite the relentless rhythm of his hips. " It turns me on when you call me that."

His thrusts become erratic, driven by pure need as he focuses on filling you completely. Each thrust hits that sweet spot inside of you, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. "I want to hear you beg for it," Leon commands, pulling almost all the way out before slamming into you again with a possessive growl.

You giggle again, running your finger over Leon’s kiss-swollen lips. " Mmm... then fuck me, daddy."

Leon's control breaks at your playful command, a primal roar escaping his throat as he thrusts into you with wild intensity. The chair creaks ominously under the force of his thrusts, but he doesn't slow down, lost in the heady rush of dominance and submission. "That’s it, baby," he grunts, his voice cracking with effort. " Take your daddy’s dick. Fuck, you're so tight..."

Each word is accompanied by a powerful slam of his hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. Leon’s hands leave your hips to grab your wrists, pinning them to the back of the chair as he mercilessly pounds into you. "You’re mine," he growls, not taking his eyes off the place where their bodies touch. "Say it!"

" Your..." you moan loudly, throwing your head back in ecstasy. "All yours, daddy! Oh god yes!" Your words seem to spur Leon on even more, his thrusts becoming almost frantic as he chases his release. The pressure builds deep inside you, your inner walls fluttering wildly around his piston-like length.

Pleasure overwhelms, threatening to swallow you whole. You feel Leon tense above you, his movements becoming chaotic as he himself gets closer to the edge. "Come with me, baby," he demands, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Let me go. Now." With a roar reverberating off the walls, he pours deep into you, filling you with hot streams of his seed. " Fuck yes," he gasps, his body shaking from the force of his orgasm. " That’s it... cum for me."

Your cry only fuels his desire, causing him to continue pumping into you until you're both spent and trembling. When the last waves of pleasure subside, Leon collapses onto your back, breathing heavily. " That was... intense," he manages to choke out after a few moments."Are you okay?"

Even though they have both reached the peak of their careers, Leon is not ready to let you go from his arms just yet.

" Yes..." you say, giggling. "Well, you've outdone yourself. Do you know that there is a meeting in the director's office right now? It is quite possible that many of them heard our... love. " You can’t help but giggle out loud and inhale sharply as Leon pulls out of you.

Leon chuckles darkly at your comment, a smirk playing on his lips as he straightens up and adjusts his clothes. " Well, I guess we made quite an impression."

He leans down to capture your lips in another searing kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. Reluctantly pulling away, he pierces you with his gaze. "But we better get ourselves in order before someone else starts looking for us," he says, winking. " And maybe next time we can try it somewhere more secluded?"

"Well... let's go to the toilet. By the way, our work hours are already over," you say with a sigh, your cheeks still red as you kiss Leon firmly on the lips.

Leon grins, enjoying the blush on your face as much as he enjoys the taste of your lips. He kisses back willingly before pulling away with a chuckle. " Yeah, let’s clean up and leave before anyone notices our absence," he agrees, taking your hand and leading you to the nearest toilet.

Once they're securely locked in one of the cubicles, Leon starts helping you clean up. His hands are gentle but firm as he wipes away any traces of the passionate tryst. "It was certainly an unforgettable experience," he reflects with a teasing smile. " But I must admit that I prefer the privacy of my own home for this kind of activity."

Coming out of the toilet, you, without holding back, give a juicy slap with your hand on Leon’s buttocks. Leon jumps slightly at the unexpected contact, turning to look at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. His hand instinctively reaches back to rub where you hit him, a low growl rumbles in his chest. "Well, if you're going to start hitting me," he teases, " at least make sure your hands are occupied with something else first."

Despite his playful tone, there’s no denying the heat in his eyes as he runs over your curves. Leon takes your hand in his, giving it a quick squeeze before letting go. "Well, you can’t blame a girl because her boyfriend has a great ass," you say, rolling your eyes mockingly.

Leon’s expression softens at your playful thrust, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards him, and they begin to walk together. "Oh, really?" he asks, pretending to be offended. "So now you’re just valuing my assets, huh?" There is no malice in his words; instead, he seems genuinely happy for your attention. As they walk side by side, Leon sneaks a glance at you, his eyes sparkling with love and mischief. "Well, I guess I can live with that," he admits, chuckling. 

[mr-hanjisung]

SNEAK PEEK OF "Save Me Now"

Happy Ending

PAIRING: Hyunjin x fem!reader

GENRE: 💋(👀)

WORD COUNT: 396

A/N: This is not proofread! I apologize in advance for bad grammar or anything!

Sorry I've been so busy but I'm glad to be back!

Jinnie <3: Hey, I have a surprise for you after your shift. I’ll be outside right after your shift ends okay princess?

You smiled at the text. You replied with a simple, ‘Okay’

You were looking forward to the end of your shift as you worked hard until your shift ended. Once it ended, you immediately changed and went outside, where Hyunjin was waiting for you. Unlike your mafia boyfriend, you had a more simple job. You were a waitress at a nearby cafe. You saw him as his eyes softened, along with a cheeky smile. He then pulled you in for a hug. “I missed you…” Hyunjin said, smelling your hair. “You smell like coffee and your shampoo…” He said as you giggled. “Ready to go?” He asked as you nodded. “Hurry, hurry!” You said pushing him lightly. “Okay, okay! Sheesh, you’re like a child on Christmas who wants to open their gifts.” He explained as you giggled and sat down.

After what seemed like forever, you guys were in an open field, it was dark and cold but Hyunjin had brought you an extra jacket as you guys sat in the field.

“I don’t get it Jin-”

“Shh, it’s gonna start.”

“But-”

You then felt him press a kiss against your lips. As he pulled away, he looked at you and smiled. “Can you please be quiet? As much as I love your adorable voice, I really want you to see this.” You nodded due to the surprise of his action. As you looked up at the sky, a meteor shower came and you looked in awe.

You watched the sky and once it was finished, you looked at Hyunjin. “Not even all the meteors in the sky can look as beautiful as you…” He said, giving you a genuine smile. “Even though you are a part of the mafia you say the cheesiest things.” You say as he smiles. “Only for you…” He said. “But hey, listen.” Hyunjin says. “My family is arranging a marriage for me. It's being announced tomorrow night. I'll make sure to stop it though.” Hyunjin said, kissing your hand. Your heart ached but you trusted Hyunjin.

“Promise you'll stop it?” You asked as he gave you a sweet and soft smile, “I promise, you're the only one I want to marry my love.” He said kissing your hand.

[jhoneybees]

I love your writing and the effort you put into it, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to share one shot of (Any year) Elvis with a Mexican reader. Specifically, one of him and his mama being invited to a party (birthday, reunion, or any type of party with family). This would be the first time Elvis gets to meet the readers. 

Also, I just genuinely think Gladys would enjoy the little chisme that goes on in the kitchen as the grandma's and tías cook.  Just a bunch of wholesome fluff!

Oh thank you! Yes I'm willing to share! This one was quite a challenge to do because I know nothing about Mexicans so please forgive me if I used the wrong Spanish words and this is more of a blurb so...please forgive me on that too😭

Fiesta

Characters: 50s!Elvis X Mexican!reader

Warnings/triggers: Probably nothing!

Author's note: Pétalo means petal, Tía means aunty, Tío means uncle, Sobrina means niece, Sobrino means nephew, Hermana means sister, Hijo means son, Feliz Cumpleaños means Happy birthday 🤧

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Elvis has always been so polite and caring towards your family and when you first introduced him to your parents in ‘56 he instantly became the favourite. Out of all your brothers and sisters’ partners, Elvis won the spot of definite future son in law.

Your parents absolutely adore him, it’s not because he’s the upcoming celebrity but because of how well he treats you. Elvis would pick you up from your house for dates with a massive bouquet of flowers in his hand every single time and as much as you love the gifts, you tried to tell him to not spend so much on you but he kept insisting. He just loves watching you and your parents' reaction to the expensive things he would give you. Flowers, jewellery, clothes, anything.

Elvis would never forget to give your mamá something either, no, no, no, he’d give her the most beautiful things which you thought your papá would feel somewhat jealous of but no, he absolutely loves it!

Today is one of those days, Elvis has a lovely gift and he and his mama are dressed up to attend your mamá’s birthday party.

Your parents haven’t met Elvis’ parents yet and you weren’t going to lie, you’re a little nervous. Your family is very loving and welcoming when it comes to new members and Elvis’ parents are wonderful but you just can’t help it.

What if it’s not like that at all when he arrives?

“That must be your boyfriend!” Your aunty gasps in delight at the sound of the front door bell, you bite your bottom lip preparing yourself for some sort of disaster as you put down a plate of Chilaquiles.

“Quickly, you have to come and introduce us!” stumbling a little when your aunty drags you out of the kitchen into the living room. “Todas! Y/n’s boyfriend’s here!” She shouts, calling all the tías, tíos, sobrinas and sobrinos from all corners of the house. Holding onto your arm tightly with an excited smile on her face as your papá opens the front door.

“Hello.” Elvis grins, leaning to one side to peek inside of the house as your cousins scrabble around you to see who’s arrived.

“Ah! Pétalo, he’s handsome!” Your other aunty cheers.

Then in a blink, all of your family usher Elvis and his mama inside, the tios happily shaking hands and the tias greeting and complimenting Gladys. Your heart smiles at the delighted cheers and laughs.

“Hermana, look how tall he is! He must be really strong.”

“Could easily lift two of us up onto his shoulders!” The tias giggle.

“He reminds me of my late husband!”

“How could you think that? Your late husband wasn’t this handsome.”

“What do you mean? He was american!”

“Hermana, how long have you been living in America? 20 years? Not all Americans look like that!” The others argue.

You groan in embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands at how your aunties are all over Elvis and Gladys.

“Todas! Todas! You’re going to scare them if you keep latching onto them like that!” Your mamá clicks her tongue with an amused smile on her face. Walking calmly through the sea of people to gasp and squeal seeing Gladys. “Hello, you must be Gladys!” Excitedly grabbing her hands and admiring her hair and skin. “Oh mi, you’re beautiful!”

Gladys smiles shyly, thanking your mother politely before her eyes turn to look at Elvis. “Oh, my hijo!”

You smile gently, watching Elvis chuckle and laugh as he bends down to hug. “Hello mamá.” He replies, carefully putting a nicely wrapped up jewellery box in her hands, grinning at how her eyes soften. “Feliz cumpleaños to the birthday girl.”

You’re quite surprised how well Elvis pronounced happy birthday in spanish, you would often teach him a few words whenever he wants to impress your parents.

“Aww my son…Come! Come! I made Camote, your favourite!”

Elvis nods with a laugh and with a delicate push, he says to take his mama to the kitchen and show her.

“Hi baby.” He turns to you, his eyes sparkling with joy at the sight of you. Slowly sliding his arms around your waist to be closer to you and seeing out of the corner of his eye, he sees your cousins watch with open mouths and he smirks, suddenly attacks your neck with playful kisses and growls.

“Ai! Elvis! Stop that!” You gasp in a hushed tone, hearing the little kids snicker. You start to laugh too, pushing him away you shake your head in disbelief. Kissing him a little when he hums for one you scrunch your nose at the youngest ones watching. “All of you, go away. This is adult stuff.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so!”

“OooOoo Pétalo’s going to give her boyfriend kisses!” One jokes with a cute giggle.

“Go!” You order again and this time they all begin to pile out.

“How’s my baby, hm?” Elvis asks with a cheeky deep voice, his hands sliding up your waist to the sides of your breasts. Chuckling as you rest your arms around his neck.

“Good, how was your trip here?”

“It was good-”

“Lunch is ready, lovebirds! Come and eat before it’s all gone!” Your Tía calls making both of you laugh.

“Yes, Tía!” Elvis answers back with a big smile.

You really do wish Elvis would become your family's son in law, he's perfect to you.

“C’mon, Pétalo. Let's go.”

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i always feel bad when i see how the point of a lot of saiki's personality traits flew right over the heads of a lot of fans due to him being an unreliable narrator and a tsundere lol.. so a lot of things he says are immediately proved to be untrue and often just him putting up a front, but some people dont pick up on it..

like i see a lot of "haha saiki would never want to watch a romance movie" guys there is an entire chapter (170) dedicated to him being like "i much prefer mysteries to romance stories.." and then immediately becoming absolutely enamored with a romance story.. he was lying, guys, LMAO

less specific ones include:

"i hate children, they annoy me" *goes out of his way to help kids, comfort them, be kind to them, etc.*

"i only use my powers for self gain/my own convenience." "anyway my mama told me to never use my powers selfishly so i always use them to help people and i try my best not to use them for personal gain<3"

"those guys are so annoying, i would never hang out with them willingly." "yeah it took them about two sentences to convince me to go with them. their thoughts seemed like they really wanted me to go, so i did. i didnt want them to be upset. not that i care about them or anything."

(sorry i post about this kind of thing a lot, i just giggle a lot at how the entire manga is so easily misinterpreted and thousands of people have watched the show but didnt pick up on the main characters most defining character traits and frequent bits.. i think there needs to be a masterlist or something disproving all the extremely common misconceptions about saiki k lol)

[mcybree]

God this is still so funny. “montage of some of our best moments and memories that I have with him” and it’s:

moment they first met (ok)

passing by him down the stairs (ok)

ruining tango’s cow operation (fun activity they did together!!)

zoomed in footage of jimmy dying (???)

That’s it (youtube scene slide transition and cartoon sound effect)

[bedforddanes75]

do you have any fanfiction recs??

I DO!!!!!! im honoured that someone's thought of Me to ask for recs omg... anyway theyll be under the cut because making long posts without a cut makes me feel mean

okay im assuming u mean gatty cos. its Me so sorry if u didnt 😞 smut is marked with * btw!!! (also before i start i'm sorry to everyone i tag i Hate tagging it's really scary.) SO. in no specific order. let's go

love me to death* by...somebody who i do not know the tumblr of (sorry) is amazing. i'd also recommend everything else by this person, too, because all of it is beautiful.

all the king's horses by the wonderful @allylikethecat is one of my all time faves, it just makes me want to scream and cry and yell and jump up and down. in a very, very good way!! (also, it has horses, so.)

the big light by @betweenthings2 is for real godsent, and i would die to be able to write like this!!!!! (but if u do then tw for speak of s/a!! keep urself safe!) it's beautiful and sad and sad and sad and wonderful. again, i'd recommend everything else by them, too!!! (also loads of crisps because it got updated like three seconds ago, and i Love It)

in the search for it, inside of you* by @arainesque is so beautifully sad, and the best thing ever. it's so soft and wonderful and lovely and aaaaaahhh!!! the way she wrote their dynamic makes my heart ACHE. obsessed always :(((((<3

how little i really know (about the things that matter)* OH MY GOD. farm boy george. literally almost entirely what inspired deus like it's AMAZING. beautiful and i love it so much

roadkill, again, by @betweenthings2 because she's genuinely amazing and deserves nine hundred thousand billion kudos on every single fic <3 (tw for restrictive (i think) EDs btw!!) i think if i read this while not in a good mood i would explode and die. it's amazing

into my spiral patterns you (my love) by @lookedlikethebins which is in progress rn is HWHSKJSJSJ. beautiful. obsessed with how they've written george in this one <3

okay im Very sorry to everyone who i tagged here i genuinely hate tagging people so much it makes me SICK but i kinda felt bad speaking about fics and Not tagging people. LORD. someone give me a tumblr etiquette class

[politemagic]

wait ok so consider stalker IV following you around while you're starting a new job in a new city and he's watching and making sure no one on earth gets near you, and when some guy does... and oh okay just

****

It was cold, dark, and I was desperate for some chicken lo mein. I had found a decent place, on the edge of the city after two weeks of experiments with random takeout joints. The bag was too hot, plastic handles knotted together and I was nearly jogging back to my apartment. I could feel eyes on me. They were ever present, had been since I'd moved here. I'd grown used to the feeling of an intense gaze on the back of my neck.

But now, there were footsteps. Close. Too close. I paused, listening to see if they were still following me. They were. I began to attempt to cross the street. The footsteps followed. My palms grew slick against the steaming bag of food. I didn't dare glance backwards. I hadn't thought the eyes were a real person, just the transition from a small town to a city. Under the din, I could make it out now - there were two sets of footsteps right behind me. No, no, no, this cannot be happening to me. I slid past a dark alley and that was when I heard a new noise. Feet, dragging. Muffled yelling, as though a palm was pressed to a mouth. It sounded as though someone had grabbed someone else and shoved them into the alley or something.

I turned around. A man, broad back to me, had another man pinned against the alley wall. The pinned man was a greasy, lanky looking creep with dead eyes. Definitely someone who would follow unsuspecting people around.

"Hey, c'mon man, I didn't know she was yours," the guy wheezed out. The other guy, the attacker, jammed a brutal fist into the creep's stomach. Pain burst across the creep's features. His mouth opened, the attacker jerked his arm again, and blood trickled out of his mouth. Holy shit, he just stabbed that guy!

"You'll never make that mistake again," the guy growled, before lowering the creep to the ground. He turned, kind of awkward, on his knees and looked up at me. Dark blue eyes pinned me in place. A mask obscured most of his face. He cocked his head. I heard him swallow.

"Did I do good?"

KKKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTEEEEEEEE

he’s coming home with me. we’re sharing the chicken lo mein because a good boy indeed.

@moonchild-in-blue ARE YOU SEEING THIS?????

more thoughts below because i’m feeling it today✨

he’s not wild about my sketchy apartment complex, he’s seen enough dirtbags go through that door to feel uneasy leaving me by myself. who’s to say one of them won’t get any ideas down in the laundry room?

“how are you feeling?” he asked worriedly.

“a little shaken, i won’t lie. but i’m lucky you were there,”

his chest surged with pride, the weight of his knife in his pocket a reminder of the lengths he would go to for his darling.

“i would never let anyone else hurt you.”

i wasn’t sure if it was the shock from the earlier encounter or the protective glint in his eyes, but against my better judgement…

“would you… would you stay with me? just for tonight?”

iv slept on the side of the bed closest to the door, a warm, protective arm pressing my back against his chest. i couldn’t deny that i slept easier with him beside me, living alone in the city had been a bit nerve-wracking.

maybe that was why i didn’t say anything when i saw him waiting for me after work with an outstretched hand.

“ready to go home?”

it has been a ✨day✨ and you sent this when i was on my second drink so you get tipsy em word vomit <3

[monty-glasses-roxy]

I think it would be kinda funny if Roxy, with no attractions to run and not a lot else to do during the day, keeps getting really bored and showing up in the atrium with random shit that was discontinued years ago.

Like I dunno shows up driving a little train thing that used to drive people around all the different areas of the Plex or something and uses it to get people into areas they don't have a pass for as she runs over the staffbots that take your party passes. Starts her own robot wars thing on the main stage with a bunch of shitty remote controlled toys she found in the basement and taped a bunch of plastic cutlery to for weapons. Rallies a bunch of kids to call Freddy over and the second he pokes his head over the third floor balcony railing she fucking shoots him right in the face with a ball gun.

She does this kind of thing after hours too of course, but sometimes it's just a really slow day and she feels like the manager isn't mad at her enough yet lmao

[evilbubu]

My Favourite Films

[asoulwithadream]

Day 4: Reasons why you like OFMD

I'm a simple person, I have simple satisfaction requirements. The bottomline of why I like OFMD is because it's a genuinely funny and witty television show about pirates. (PIRATES) But I can go further. Of course, the representation is insane; the fact that it actually had non-traditional relationships and both realistic character presentations and depictions of a wide range of people (with some creative liberty of course) is so incredibly gratifying.

OFMD is filled with funny, memorable and emotional moments; it has loveable characters and likeable tropes actually executed well— it's a big mix of the best parts of any romcom, and actually prioritises content and quality of scenes instead of expensive visual effects (even though I can argue that OFMD is visually stunning) and easy mass consumerism. (Perks of being written by PEOPLE. PAY YOUR WRITERS).

It fits the demands of the current audience: not only are the moments within the show carefully planned out to connect, but tie in with actual history and documented events all while adding a creative spin to the story, for what I think is the better. The acting is incredible, and it looks like every cast member has genuinly connected with their own character, and that has allowed them to represent them more fully and truthfully, adding a whole new depth to each character.

OFMD is a romcom which has managed to make people giggle and kick their feet, many of who have never done so before watching other television shows.

That's why I like Our Flag Means Death.

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