#i'm sick of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ayo-edebiri]

Lestat could have said, "Put your coffin on a boat. Go to Paris. There's a beautiful coven there, I know cos I fucking founded it." But he said the vampires out there are vicious. And then I met the mοthеrfսckеr, and, yeah, Lestat was right. It was better when he broke my bones, crammed me under the floorboards. I fought him, kicked him, clawed him, bit him. That was fine. It was when he had me pinned, and he'd tell me he loved me. Before, during, and after. Before, during, after. That fսckеd me up. One day he said, "Had enough of your gloomy face." Drove off on a motorbike. Thought I might as well go home, get Louis, head to Europe.

DELAINEY HAYLES as CLAUDIA I IWTV 2.03

[arkodianart]

An embroidery piece of the luggage from the Discworld series, ivory teeth, lolling red tongue and almost two dozen legs included. I somehow also managed to make it seem like it's grinning. Took me two months with two-thread embroidery. 😂

[sayruq]

It's a lie media outlets keep repeating. I'm so sick of this

[luveline]

omg would die for a concussion fic with remus <33

—your concussion causes moderate memory loss, and you forget some very important details about your relationship with Remus. fem, 1.3k

“This is nice.” 

You toy with the ring on Remus’ finger, turning it around and around and around. With your weight bearing down on his right arm and your hand secured around his left to stop him from moving, there isn’t much he can do besides say, “Yeah?” 

“I love when guys wear rings.” 

“I had a suspicion.” 

You wince as stars flash through your vision, pausing in your toying to press your face into his chest. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

“I can see black and white spots.” 

“Oh, no,” he says sympathetically. “Close them, dovey. Take a breather.” 

The chair under you is uncomfortable, your back aches, your head twinges, but Remus is comfortable to lean again. He’s wearing one of his big hoodies, old enough to feel like brushed cotton under your cheek and against your nose, decals washed away. He steals his hand back to pat your shoulder, an image of patience. 

“Sorry. This isn’t a good second date.” 

Remus leans down to talk near your ear. “Dove,” he whispers, “this isn’t our second date, remember?” 

“It’s not?” 

“No, sweetheart. But that’s okay.” 

“You’re really handsome so I don’t want to mess it up.” 

“Mess what up, the date?” he asks. “You didn’t mess it up, it went very well. It was a year ago, but.” He smiles, his breath warming your face, his arm hot around you and securing you to his chest.

“A year ago?” 

“Yeah, a year ago. We went to winter wonderland and the bookshop by the train station and you wouldn’t let me buy you any books.” He laughs softly. “But I got you one eventually. A couple by now, at least.” 

“That’s nice.” 

“You’ve bought me a hundred more, it’s awful.” 

You raise your head to squint at him. “I have?”

“So many,” he whispers, dipping his chin down to kiss your nose, to your wide-eyed delight. “But you let me look after you in other ways.” 

“Let you?” 

“Yes, let me. It’s part of…” He cups your cheek quickly. “Sickness and health and everything. I have to keep you happy.” 

“Ah.” His ring is warm on your cheek. “Sickness and health, like we’re married.” 

“Something like that.” 

You straighten up as someone behind you coughs aggressively. A little further down a baby cries against a mother’s chest, and the TV plays a quiz show you’re starting to hate. Moving your head has black haunting the sides of your vision again, the light seeping in from the automatic doors too much to handle. 

“I’ve asked Sirius to bring you some sunglasses.” 

You turn around. “Sirius, that’s the one with the motorbike?” 

“Yeah. He should be quick. But maybe they’ll have called you in again by then and we can go home.” 

That’s right. You’ve been seen once by a doctor for triage, and sent back out again when they deemed you only mildly concussed, no bleeding on the brain, but an X-ray ordered for safety's sake anyways. That’s what you’re waiting for. Remus is waiting with you, because he’s a very nice man. 

“Sorry if I’m ruining your Saturday.” 

Remus’ hair falls from behind his ear as he lifts his head properly. “I think you might be having a worse day than me, so I’ll forgive you. I'm joking!” He tucks that stray strand behind his ear unsuccessfully. “You could never ruin my Saturday. I’d spend the entire bank holiday weekend in here with you, I only want them to look after you so I can finish the job.” 

Heat like a kiss on each cheek. You bring your hand to your nose, overwhelmed. “Really?” 

“We spend a lot of time together, sweetheart. I know you don’t remember right now, but I love you.” 

“You do?” 

“Don’t tell me you can’t feel that.” 

You look at him with the sunshine caressing the side of his face, his three mean scars and his scattered beauty spots. He has thick eyebrows, light brown eyes in the sun like honeyed tea, and a playful smile. More frown lines than smile lines, but the beginnings of crows feet speaks to some joy, at least. You bring your thumb up to a small wrinkle and stroke it, before tucking his hair behind his ear. It’s too short to stay put for long. 

“I love you,” you say surely. You do, even if you can’t remember more than your first date. 

He’s a good kisser, you remember. He’d pulled you back from your door and kissed you like you’d stolen the breath straight from his lungs. 

“I know.” He brings your hand from his ear to kiss. Gentle, he strokes your knuckles, his thumb turning a golden ring where it sits on your marriage finger. 

“It’s really like we’re married, we have matching rings,” you laugh. 

He holds his hand up between you. “We are married, lovely girl.” 

You steal your hand back. He waits without hurry, though a line of concern marks his brow. “Are we? When did we get married?” 

“Only a few days ago, but we’re married. This wasn’t on the honeymoon agenda.” 

He takes your hand with care and shows you the gold ring on your marriage finger to match his own, aligning your hands. The colour hadn’t seemed important a moment ago, nor the placement, but now you’re seeing them you realise you’d made a small misjudgement. It’s not like you’re married at all, you simply are. 

You frown. The way he’s holding your hand feels familiar, though the idea that you’re married is preposterous. You can’t remember any ceremony or reception, a proposal, nothing. There’s simply blank space there, which isn’t very nice. But… 

You’re not scared. You haven’t been worried once all day. 

“You have a concussion,” he says quietly, practised, like he’s said it to you before. “And it’s resulted in some amnesia, but it’s going to get better very soon.” 

“We’re definitely married?” 

“Unless you’ve changed your mind.” 

“I don’t want to change my mind.” You fluster quickly with what you’ve said, looking down at the hospital’s linoleum flooring. 

Remus takes your hand where it lays on your thigh and squeezes it. A thread of memory tugs at the touch; you remember this. His tender concern. His constant support. 

“Then you don’t have to. Whether you remember me or not, I’m here to look after you, okay? I’m right here.” 

You nod without looking up. His hand knows yours no matter what you remember, rubbing at all the best parts, holding with the perfect amount of pressure. 

“You okay?” 

“I guess our second date really did go well.” 

“Better than I could ever explain.” He tugs at your hand until you look at him, his head already ducked to keep you pinned by his gaze. “You’re like my shy girl all over again. I forgot how nervous you used to get.” 

You can see the Remus who became your husband and the one who scared butterflies into action every time he looked at you coalescing. “You’re really good-looking,” you explain. 

“And what do you think you are?” He rubs your hand. “You’re beautiful. Can I have a kiss, dove? Is that okay?” 

You squeeze your eyes closed. You’d been fighting stars in your eyes anyways.

When Remus kisses you, your body responds to his touch like it knows him. Your heart thuds against your ribs, your lips know exactly how to move and when he’s going to turn his head. Love for him shines through it. His love for you makes your chest hurt, his chaste kissing like a straight shot of oxytocin. All your worry saps away. 

“Feel any better?” he asks knowingly.

You remember enough about his teasing to withhold an answer. He kisses your cheek, his smile unmissable on your skin. 

[philistiniphagottini]

So I may have a thing for Scar and I got so annoyingly horny for him that I'm going to make y'all suffer with me. I just... I need this man collar and leashed and grinding against me until my bones turn to dust. I hope you enjoy. Please indulge my wuwa brain rot as I slowly make my way through the game <3

cw. smut, intercrural (thigh fucking), dirty talk, pussy slapping ((like, two taps)), female reader, implied chubby reader

“Say, when I put my cock in, how far do you think I can make it in that pretty, little pussy?”

You could feel the heat of Scar's breath licking at the shell of your ear as he stood behind you, arms secured around your waist as he held you tight. Your breathing wavered, a pleasant tingle rippling down your back and causing your toes to curl as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation. You shuddered in his grasp, a small whine crawling out of your parched throat as his hips bumped into your plush rump. You could feel heat curling in the pit of your stomach, your blood simmering hotly in your veins as Scar sandwiched his boiling cock between your plump thighs. All you could do was squirm; so pleasantly helpless against him as you cast your lidded gaze downward, fire burning your cheeks and turning the tips of your ears hot as he languidly wedged his fat cock between your legs. Your spine tingled with violent rattles as he blew air against your ear, teeth playfully gnawing on the lobe as a warm chuckle breezed past his lips. His question was left unanswered, but he was far from done with playing with his new, favourite toy.

Your pulse fluttered in your ears, heart beating wildly as a hum rumbled in his chest, the vibrations dancing along the ridges of your spine as the hot coil knotted in your belly. He continued to drag his cock through your creamy folds, a devious smirk lighting his features as he hooked his chin on your shoulder and watched what was happening between your thighs with rapt attention. You swallowed thickly, tasting desire lingering in the back of your throat as the tip of his drooling cock teased the pretty pearl of your clit, dragging another pleased moan from your bruised lips. Your hands blindly grasped at him behind you, fingers tangling in his clothes and trying to anchor to his hips as you held on for dear life. Your knees were starting to wobble and you didn't know how much longer you could stand before they gave out.

Every nerve in your body was set on edge as Scar raised his hand, sharp claws glinting under the dim light as he brought his hand to your chest. He flicked a single, rosy tip as you whimpered, your nipples pebbling in the cold despite the heat of a raging inferno searing your skin. Your hips ache as you weakly rolled and you were convinced your bones were going to turn to dust from the sparking friction created between your bodies moving in tandem. Your dazed mind snapped back to attention as Scar squeezed your chest, your tit eagerly jumping into the warm touch of his hand as he cupped it with his palm. Jolts of electricity raced down your back as Scar placed a delicate kiss to your skin, your pulse jumping under the press of his mouth as his hand suddenly started to travel lower. His fingers danced along your torso, nails lightly raking over your skin as his fingers walked down to your stomach. His nails intimately pressed into your skin as he dragged them over the sumptuous v-line of your body, a sound akin to a purr bubbling up his throat as he stared down at you with a lust filled haze. You had difficultly seeing his face, even as you tried to tilt your head and catch a glimpse of the expression he was holding. Perhaps it was a good thing you didn't see the crazed look in his eye, nor the love sick grin that split his lips.

“Do you think I could reach here?” Scar asked, continuing with his earlier question.

His fingers pressed against the soft pudge of your belly, drawing a line across your pubic bone. Your soused walls clenched around nothing as he whispered your name with a husky purr, a hint of desperation seeping into the tone as his sharp nails continued to draw patterns into your skin. Wisps of his hair tickled your cheek as he leaned over you, his body curling as he rested more of his weight on you and his hips dug into the round globes of your ass cheeks with a resounding smack. You whimpered, a constellation of tears clinging to your lashes as your core throbbed, your arousal dripping down your quaking things and staining the length of his cock with the translucent strings. Another thoughtful noise stirred in Scar's throat as he gnawed on the skin of your shoulder, dragging his nails further up your body until he could feel you quivering against him.

“Or do you think I could reach here?” he asked with a playful lilt.

His fingers circled around your navel before he rest his hand on your stomach, squeezing the soft flesh until your skin spilled over the splayed digits of his long fingers. The tips of your fingers felt numb as he continued to drag his cock along the drooling seam of your cunt and you struggled to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth long enough to offer him an answer. Not that Scar seemed to mind. He was having too much fun watching you slowly crumble as he intimately picked you apart at the seams, one fraying thread at a time.

“Would you like that?” Scar mused. “Would like it if I gave your womb a little present?”

You moaned loudly in response, thrashing in his hold as you tried to twist around in his tight grip. All you could manage was a weak nod of your head, your core throbbing desperately as his sultry words spun around and around in your head like a broken record. The mere thought alone was going to be your undoing.

“Scar” you gasped loudly, voice scratching your throat and leaving behind a horrible itch. “Gonna…”

Your voice got stuck in your throat once more as Scar hummed a playful tune, signalling you had his attention. But you couldn't force the rest of your words out. You moaned sharply as his cock pressed against the slick, aching nub of your clit once more, kissing the tender nerve in just the right way that had you coming undone in an instant. You trembled violently as stars swirled in your vision, the coil in your stomach shattering as your veins were flooded with white hot relief. You tried your best to hump his cock stuffed between your thick thighs, grinding your swollen clit against his achingly hard flesh as your slick juices gushed from your core like a sweet nectar. Scar cooed in delight at the sight, eagerly reaching his hand between your sticky thighs as the sharp thrust of his hips came to a halt.

“Look at you~” he cooed.

His fingers spread apart the puffy folds of your soaked lips, pearls of your orgasm sticking to the tips of his fingers like the fine silk of a spider's web as your plush walls fluttered and pulsed. You restlessly rubbed your thighs together, pulling a soft groan from Scar’s lips as you squeezed his cock. He clicked his tongue behind his teeth as he dipped his fingers into your sticky folds, your arousal dripping from you like honey. He squished his cheek against yours fondly, teeth and tongue nipping and laving at the side of your jaw.

“Is my pretty baby hungry for me?” he cooed, his tone bordering on the edge of mocking but not quite dipping its toes in.

The smouldering embers in your belly were slowly stoked back into a fierce flame as Scar flicked his finger against the nub of your clit. The tightly packed bundle of nerves came roaring back to life as he slapped his hand over your drenched cunt, shocking your overstimulated nerves into overdrive. You shrieked and the sound was like a chime from a shimmering bell. He chuckled darkly, his cock throbbing harshly as he brought the palm of his hand down on your pussy once more, enjoying the little jolts of your muscles as you mewled for more of his touch. He buried his nose in your soft hair as his lips kissed your temple, hands squeezing your soft stomach with a fierce possessiveness that no one could rival.

“Our little game is far from over, sunshine~”

[freneziwlp]

I hate when you're away

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joel fucks the soreness away.

Warnings: +18 MDNI, smut smut smut ahead, unprotrected p-in-v, fingering, mentions of blowjob, cum eating, begging, horny asf Joel, eating out, daddy kink.

A/n: it's my first weekend with some time off, and what else should I be doing instead of trying my first attempt of writing smut hm hm?! Hehehe enjoy :) also, GIF ain't mine.

" Joel, baby! I'm so sore. " You whine softly as your fingers tenderly caress his tousled morning locks while he spreads warm, affectionate kisses all the way down your abdomen, tracing a path to his intended destination.

" Shhh, just relax now princess, let daddy stretch ya needy lil hole just a bit for his cock, will ya? " His thick accent sending shivers down your spine, leading you into closing your eyes, missing the way Joel spits in his fingers before smearing the sticky liquid all over your still puffy clit from last night's event, rubbing tight circles on the bud and dragging moisture up and down your pussy before shoving two dampened fingers inside you, curling his digits against your spongy walls, feeling you squeezing his fingers inside, your head falling back onto the mattress as you moans his name and bucks your hips against his palm.

Joel had spent a few weeks out due to one of his often travels around the state, doing god knows what with his most faithful partner, Tess. You used to be jealous of their proximity once you realized you had more than a crush on him, annoyed at how close she could casually be around him without making things up as an excuse to get his attention. Thankfully, the jealousy quickly went down the toilet once you found out she probably liked women more than himself did when she boldly hit on you while she was drunk, which you might even had enjoyed if you weren't so focused on seducing her partner.

You were reading a book on the living room's couch when you heard the jingle of keys unlocking you and Joel's shared apartment's door, your back sinking in an somehow uncomfortable position in the old cushions. You dropped your book aside, getting up to greet your man as he had spent long enough away from you, making you all needy for his presence and touch. To your dismay, instead of embracing you with his strong arms and whispering sweet nothings against your hair in attempt to show you how bad he had missed you, Joel didn't even look at you on his way in, dropping his seemingly weighty backpack on the floor, loud thud filling the air, before hurriedly barging in to the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door behind him.

You froze next to where he had just gotten in, not knowing how to react to his awfully unsual demeanor. As a matter of fact, you hadn't even had time to look in his eyes, only taking a hint of his beyond smudged clothes as he stormed away from you. Concern fill your chest as you begin to try to piece the puzzle on what had happened for him to act so distressed. Had the work he went to get done gone wrong? Was he pissed at someone who deared to go against him? You even wondered if Tess had gotten fucking killed by some motherfucking clicker. An assumption that soon vanished once you hear her voice on the other side of your door, talking to someone random on the hall.

Maybe he was just sick of you, afterward. Maybe he had gotten back to his strict and fuzzy way of treating you just like he was when you first got in his and his friend's way.

Unbestknown to you, the reason Joel had ignored your presence was due a fucked up wet dream he had had in the middle of the night when camping in the woods a few days earlier, leading him into waking up with a hard and leaking cock against the restrain of his pants, furious at how he wouldn't be able to take care of it when Tess was snoring right next to him and you were miles away. He tried to ease himself the best he could, struggling whenever he'd revivid the dream where he had you all on fours as he pounded you from behind, squirting on his cock as he demanded for you to cum, referring to him as daddy.

Well fuck, the way he missed your cunt the following travelling days should be forbidden.

The second Joel left his shower he went out looking for you, not bothering to wrap himself up in a towel much less get his body dried. You were sitting down, still in the living room, blankly staring at a random wall when he found you, a hint of regret hitting him when he realized that it was probably his fault you were so quiet but the incessant throb of his cock vanished the concern away. He approached you with loud steps, your eyes widening as you take in his naked form, droplets of water tracing paths behind him and all over his shaped body onto the floor below his feet, your eyes following his whole, parking at his pelvis where his cock was standing hard against his wet stomach, tip glistening with precum. Your mouth went dry as waves of shocks found their way up to the pitch of your stomach landing onto your core, it was safe to say the image of him only took mere seconds to affect you. Joel had his glare stuck on your face, his features harsh and eyebrows furrowed, almost as if he was in pain.

Joel knew that if he looked at you the moment he walked home, all sweet and loving with your big sparkly eyes staring at him, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself as he was in a dreadful need of your mouth on him, but he couldn't give in before taking a long shower, there was no way you would even want to fuck with him smelling like shit. So instead, he chose to ignore you, which wasn't the smartest choice considering you probably would have nasty second thoughts on it, but he would make things up with you the sooner he was all clean and smeeling nice. And boy, did he do.

" Hi there, doll. Have you missed me?" you nodded, speechless. " Well then why don't ya kneel for daddy and show me how much ya missed him, huh? "

The following events were all a blur, your body probably working on auto pilot as it only took seconds before Joel had himself shoved deep down your throat, hands tugging tightly around your hair as he bobbed your head against him the harder he could, desperate to fill your throat with his thick ropes of cum in attempt to get rid of the burning feeling of his need. Which obviously, wasn't enough. After making you give him head he fucked you senseless on the floor, making sure to vividly manevour you in all of the positions he had dreamt of while traveling. You and Joel spent the following hours drowning yourselves in each other's desires until there was no hint of energy left for you to keep going.

That was until he woke you up the morning after, in your shared bed, spreading warm kisses all over your face and neck, engulfing himself into the warmth of your body and silently thanking the heavens for letting him return home safe to your embrace. No matter how much of you he had taken the previous night, his cock didn't seem to take any near satisfaction from it.

He keeps fingering you until the previous soreness you'd been feeling turned into a desperate buck of your hips, wishing for him not to stop, your cunt twitching and leaking as you feel yout orgasm approaching.

" Are you ready for me, doll? " Joel towers over your laying trembling body, bending his torso so he could grab your tits, assaulting your erect buds with harsh pinches. You moans, nodding quickly " Yeah? Then beg for it, wanna hear ya say it "

He knew you hated when he made you beg, annoyed at how easily he could work his way onto your brain and manipulate you into becoming nothing but a slutty whore for him. He knew you hated that you were so easy to succumb to him, not willing to stop once you had it started.

" Oh don't ya try to stop yourself from bein' my bitch now, doll. Your pussy's dying for my cock to get it all wretched " You whimper, your core burning for him.

" Please Joel, p-please... please fuck me! Come on, ugh, I need you inside me already "

Your pleads seem to ignite fire on him as he lowers his face next to yours and smirk hungrily, like a predator scolding his prey. Joel presses his lips against yours in a harsh motion, swallowing your moans. He keeps on clutching on your tits, his free hand lowers to grab his member, holding it against your now drenched cunt. He interrupts the kiss and gets back to kneeling in front of you on the bed, he positions his throbbing cock onto your entrance, bumping on it, eliciting a loud moan from you.

" Mhmm, such a naughty lil bitch for me, all whinin' and beggin', gonna fill you up so good hun' " All of his teasing was growing impatience in you, he hell knows how to drive you insane and would never skip the opportunity of seeing you squirming underneath him " Joel, will you shut the fuck up and fuck me already? For fuck sakes! "

" So much swearing for sucha pretty lil mouth, I think someone's growing mad at me now, huh " He mocked, causing you to growl in annoyance, but before you could complain any further Joel fully knocked himself inside you with no previous warning, thrusting his hips rapidly, both of his hands wrapped around your hips, pushing you desperately against him as his face contorted in pleasure. Your arms pull him against you making his torso bend over again, face falling onto the crook of your neck as you stick your nails into the flesh of his back, scratching and pulling him closer in a way that probably would draw blood from it, which only seemed to get Joel even more turned on as his cock would fuck you harder at each second.

" Yes, yes, yes, FUCK, fuck don't stop, don't stop baby! " Joel smirks, admiring your perky tits bouncing next to his face.

" Such a good girl begging for me. Fuck, ya pussy feels so tight, squeeze daddy's cock harder baby, c'mon " Joel mutters against your neck, his warm lips popping loud pecks and bites on it, you loved the way his beard would scrape your skin while he was fucking you.

" Mhmmm yes, want you cumming inside me daddy, I know you can't get enough of m-me, oh fuck! "

" Fuck, ya know me so damn well, don't ya? Daddy's gonna cum so hard, doll. Where do ya want me huh? " Joel pounds your pussy harder at each sentence, you know he's close from cumming, his hips muscles burning and twitching from how hard he's thrusting his way inside you, loud wet noises filling the air and sweat dripping down his naked back as you keep on scratching it raw.

" I-inside me daddy, mhmm ughh fuck please please fuck... gonna cum, fuck... I'm c-cumming Joel "

Joel tried his best to delay his release, to make the addicting feeling of your pussy swallowing him last the longer it could, but how could he ever control himself when his girl was begging so beautifully for him? How could he resist the thought of cumming so hard inside you that it would make you see stars and scream his name? Joel is addicted to you in ways he had never been with any other woman and his body would always betray him on it. He wouldn't miss the opportunity of bragging about making you cum when himself had jerked off so many times to the thought of it while he was still a mere friend of yours.

Joel growls, emptying himself inside you, cock twitching abruptly as white ropes of cum paint the tight walls of your cunt, your eyes rolling to the back of your head once you reach your own orgasm, jaw hanging open before eliciting a loud whine.

When you're both finished, Joel's body falls upon yours, panting and sweating, his cock softening within your warmth. He kisses your sternum, resting his eyes and listening to your heartbeat.

He pulls his cock out of your hole and you stops breathing for a moment when you feel his hot seed dripping down your pussy, you didn't know if it was the aftershocks of your climax but you could feel something gathering on your lower belly again. You shove one of your hands in between you and Joel's body, your fingers collecting his dripping cum and smearing it upon your swollen clit, making a mess all over it, dragging a low whimper from your throat, which caught your boyfriend's attention.

" Watcha doin' down there, doll? Seems like I'm not the only one who can't get satisfied, huh? "

" Mhmm, seems like it, yes "

" Here, lemme do the work for my woman "

Joel lowers his body all the way between your legs, nipping on your belly until he finds the spot you needed him so badly. You were still recovering from your previous orgasm but there was something about you being covered in his cum that wouldn't let your nerves cool down, you needed him just one more time.

He holds one of your legs and rest it above his shoulder, licking the insides of your thigh before stopping by your pussy, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent, his cock twitching for what it feels like the millionth time since he had gotten back, which almost seemed impossible but honestly, he couldn't care less about possibilities. Joel's jaw drops against your puffy core, his lips caressing your clit in a silent tease, he taste his own juices on you in a delicious mix of musky and sweet.

Lapping up your gathering moist, Joel licks and sucks on your pussy, pressing his tongue right where he knows you would die on the inside, you feel the coil building up again, tousling your fingers in his hair you pull him impossibility closer, bucking your hips on his skillful mouth, he alternates between shoving his tongue inside you and assaulting your clit with circling pressured motions. You feel as if you might explode at any time, wondering when he had learned to give head so fucking well, hints of jealousy hitting you when for a mere 2 seconds you imagine him making other women feel this way, getting interrupted by your orgasm ripping through your body.

If whenever Joel would return from a long trip he would make things up with you by giving you the pleasure of seeing him panting, face covered in your cum and a smirk on his lips after fucking you senseless for a whole night, then maybe it wouldn't be all bad having him away for a lil bit.

[buckysteve]

#you don't understand how over it had to be before we could be this back

[momhowell]

calling in sick tomorrow........... I will be sitting on my bed vibrating and rocking back and forth until we get a dan reaction to the phlonde era.....

[irafuwas]

The Night Ravens - 「Piece of my World」

The very first official soundtrack for Twisted Wonderland just released today, and one of the tracks included was the long-awaited full version of the opening theme, "Piece of my World". I took a crack at translating it, which you can view after the cut!

聞こえるだろう 扉の向こう キミを待ってる 行こうぜ Wonderland!

You hear it, don't you? What's there beyond the door is waiting for you Let's go to Wonderland!

ドキドキいつも欲しいんだ [さあ 合図して]

I'm always on the hunt for an adrenaline rush [Now give me the signal]

瞬きなんてしちゃダメさ [魔法は始まるよ]

Don't even blink [The magic's just beginning]

AH AH

誰もがそうさ 負けられない [月が煽る]

I know people say it all the time, but I'm not going to lose [The moon's urging us on]

尖る靴音鳴らしていこう ほら 夜が明ける前に

Let the sharp clang of your footsteps resound Come on, before day breaks

手探りだね 僕のカタチ 貫く熱は在るのに

I'm fumbling around, still trying to figure out who I am I know I can keep pushing on, and yet-

ねじれた リズムで踊ろう 俯き張る 意地も愛嬌さ かまわないよ　ちょっとワルいくらいがいいじゃない？ 刺激は僕であるためのピース 闇の中魅せてあげるよ　イカした世界を

Let's dance to this twisted rythym The way you hang your head, acting all stubborn, there's a certain charm to it Don't worry. There's nothing wrong with being a little bad, you know? The thrill of it all makes me who I am, it's a piece of me Here within the darkness, I'll captivate the entire world

覗いてみて 扉の向こう キミを待ってる　行こうぜ Wonderland!

Go ahead, take a look What's there beyond the door is waiting for you Let's go to Wonderland!

時計の針が滑り出す 「さあもっと上げて」

The clock inches ever forward [Now turn it up even more]

逸つ靴音　弾ける鼓動 ほら 誰よりも前へ

Your piercing footsteps, this throbbing beat Surpass everyone and everything

描いていた　僕のカタチ 歪さも気に入ってるのに

The concept of myself I've come up with I adore how distorted it is, and yet-

ねじれた世界で歌おう ざわめく胸の熱はほんとうさ シラけちゃうジョーシキ破り捨てていいんじゃない？ スリルは僕らが輝くピース 闇の中　見つけ出せるさ　繋がる答えを

Let's sing together in this twisted world This warmth stirring deep in my chest, I know it's real I'm sick and tired of these societal rules So why don't we just rip them up and throw them all away? The thrills we seek become part of us - look at how they shine It's here within the darkness that we're able to find the answer that connects us all

夜が分かつ時　超えてゆけるだろう [ねじれた世界が導く…]

When the night drives us apart, I'm sure we'll get through it [Guided by this twisted world…]

僕だけの運命が　拒めないように

So that I won't be denied my destiny

溢れだす魔法飲み干し 痛み苛立ちが邪魔をしても かまわないよ　全部　手に入れて見せるさ

I'll drink up this overflowing magic until there isn't a single drop left No amount of pain, no amount of frustration will stop me The world will be mine, just you watch

ねじれたリズムで踊ろう 俯き張る 意地も愛嬌さ かまわないよ　ちょっとワルいくらいがいいじゃない？ 刺激は僕であるためのピース 闇の中魅せてあげるよ　イカした世界を

Let's dance to this twisted rhythm The way you hang your head, acting all stubborn, there's a certain charm to it Don't worry. There's nothing wrong with being a little bad, you know? The thrill of it all makes me who I am, it's a piece of me Here within the darkness, I'll captivate the entire world

覗いてみて扉の向こう キミの中へ繋ぐWonderland!

Go ahead, take a look There beyond the door connecting to your heart lies Wonderland!

A-ha NaNaNa… Yeah-- Come along Wonderland!

TL Notes: This is not a 1-to-1 translation, and I took creative liberties with it :)

And many thanks to my friend Yuurei-san for helping me parse through this!!

[pepperonidk]

9:10 p.m. || k.mg

Pairing: mingyu x gn!reader Summary: just some sleepy time tv time with your best boy Warnings: suggestive Word Count: 540

a/n: had a migraine, called in sick at work, and spent the whole day watching totally spies. 9/10 experience, but mingyu's the 1 i need. i'm on a mingyu kick lately

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“So they’re… spies?” 

“Yeah,” you replied. “It’s literally called Totally Spies. That’s the whole thing.” 

You felt Mingyu’s chest rumble from behind you as he chuckled. You snuggled further into him and he pulled the blanket up higher over the two of you. 

“And you used to watch this when you were little?” he asked curiously. 

You hummed in confirmation. “The gadgets, the fashion, it was iconic. This was my James Bond.” You turned your head up to see Mingyu smiling, still watching the TV and leaned up to press a kiss against his neck. He chuckled again at the way your lips tickled his skin. 

"How did they even become spies?" he asked.

"Honestly, I forget," you answered him. "But I think they just randomly kind of fell into it. They were just normal rich teenage girls in Beverly Hills." He nodded as he kept watching, the girls fighting a handsome jewel thief on the TV.

“I have to admit,” he began, his words stretching into a yawn. “It is pretty cool to watch.” 

“Sleepy?” you asked. 

“A little,” he confessed, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist in a cozy embrace. “But we don’t have to go to bed just yet.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, baby,” he smiled down at you. “It’s the first time I’ve been able to spend the night with you in weeks.” 

“And you wanna spend it watching Totally Spies with me?” you chuckled. 

“I wanna spend it with you,” he corrected. 

You shifted in his lap, turning to straddle him instead so you could see his face directly. He smiled and lifted a hand to your cheek. 

“Have I told you lately what a cheese ball you are?” 

He shrugged and reached his other hand to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. “Not in the last 24 hours at least,” he smiled. 

“Well you are a cheese ball,” you teased.

“And you love me for it,” he pressed a kiss against your cheek as you squealed. 

“And I love you for it,” you confirmed with a laugh. Mingyu continued to press ticklish kisses against your skin. As you tried to pull yourself away from him, he pulled you tighter into his embrace and eventually fell into laughter with you. He pressed one final sweet kiss against your lips before finally relenting and letting you go. 

“What was that about?” you asked with a smile. It was the type of kiss that still made you blush even after all this time. 

“Missed kissing you,” Mingyu shrugged, leaning into you to kiss you again. He reached a hand behind your neck, as if he wasn’t close enough to you. He tasted like the strawberry candy he’d been snacking on during your tv session and you smiled against his lips. 

When you finally broke for air, Mingyu looked flushed. Before he could lean in for another, however, you stood up from the couch and reached a hand down to him. “Let’s go to bed,” you coaxed. 

He pouted up at you as he rubbed circles against your hand in his. “I’m not sleepy,” he protested. 

You smiled playfully at him before tugging him up anyway. “I didn’t say we were going to sleep.”

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[redbelles]

not to whine on main but i am once again b e g g i n g the average tumblr user to stop being so flippantly fucking rude on gifsets. "i don't know why you didn't include this scene—" "ugh i can't stand this character" "actually op this other show is better" "i hate this ship" okay, great. fine. if you have such negative opinions about what i've made, why, pray fucking tell, are you reblogging it? why don't you just reblog sets you actually enjoy? or better yet, make your own. either way: fucking please stop clowning on my mine. it costs zero dollars to keep your garbage to yourself and yet i get so many stupid rude comments every day. i am so tired.

[eveningrainstorm]

you can take the family out of the psychics but you can't take the psychics out of the family

[kragehund-est]

i just got a message from my aunt sending me this link. my heart goes out to all the victims, the six stabbed and the one murdered. note that when it says girls, it means literal children. the youngest was NINE.

i'm honestly having a really hard processing this, the perpetrator was someone i knew. we went to the same church for over a decade and our families went camping together. my aunt said he was on fentanyl and LAUGHING while he stabbed them. i feel sick.

[loxxem]

Night sketches

[generalsmemories]

HELLOO THEREE!! i love how dedicated you to jing yuan!! Can i have req for 1k event???

Fluff sentences "8" + fluff scenarios "4"!!

Thank you so much!!

I keep looking forward to your JY work!!

Bedrest

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ prompts: Not letting the sick one move an inch + playing with their hair until they fall asleep & "You're going to get sick if you keep coddling me." "And you're just going to get worse if I don't" || 1k event also requested by @/thetwinkims

✧ content: fluff, established relationship, i swear it's just fluff like for once there's no hidden angst over here.

✧ a/n: hello fellow jing yuan lovers, i'm still alive. this was once again written at 1 AM and not edited at all so if there's any writing mistakes, no there isn't. the initial plan was to keep this one in the drafts while I also write other WIPS to feel productive but i have honestly starved ya'll for months at this point i'm so sorry i'm back with milk.

have soft jing yuan just giggling, is he delirious, sleepy or just in love? we don't know.

If you could describe Jing Yuan in one word other than mischievous, it would be stubborn. The General of the Xianzhou Luofu is too stubborn for his own good, you don't know if this stubbornness of his is rooted in his desire to protect Luofu from danger, or from the fact that he just dislikes when people wish for him to do something in particular.

In any case, his stubborn and mischievous nature could very well be linked to that of a feline - which he himself has been told that he share similar traits of, despite being fully human.

You just wished that he would be less stubborn when it also came to his health.

"Jing Yuan, how many times have I told you to just lay down…!" you say whilst gritting your teeth, using almost every ounce of your strength to push the general back down on the bed. Jing Yuan merely lets out a quiet chuckle, still trying "playfully" wrangling with you. "I'm injured, not sick, dear." he says, to which you merely roll your eyes in exhaustion.

Jing Yuan truly loves it when you finally forego your usual gentle demeanour to a more brazen one. It's usually a side of you that only he can see, more so because he's the only one who can annoy you enough to make you realize that gentle words and probing won't get you anywhere.

"I don't think someone with a temperature of 40 degrees is only injured, darling. Now can you please just lay down before you reopen your wounds?" you plead once again, pressing the heels of your palms further down Jing Yuan's broad shoulder which shook in quiet laughter at your desperate struggle.

"I'm wide awake after having taken numerous naps because per your request though?" he informs, finally settling back down on the bed which finally allows you to lean back to sit on the edge of the bed again. "Last time you insisted that you were fine, I had to get Mimi to help haul you up the stairs because you could barely move." you remind him with a huff, Jing Yuan turning over on his side to face you, his already messy bangs sweeping over to the side to almost cover his right eye.

He didn't say anything, his arm was still laid behind his head to act as another form of cushion while the other rested lazily over the bedsheets. You could however see the golden eyes peering deeply into your own between the grey strands. A silent request that he didn't dare utter to you.

Jing Yuan rarely requested things from you after all.

With a sigh, you turn your body over and hoist your knees over the bed. Nudging Jing Yuan's arm aside with your hands, "Move them." you quietly demand, the same golden eyes that were peering at you blinking in slight confusion. "What for?" he questions softly while moving his arm upwards.

You don't reply, merely raising the thin blanket up to lay down beside Jing Yuan - making sure that you were hoisted a bit higher up than he was. You snake one arm around Jing Yuan's neck, a silent request to make him scoot closer to you.

When he's close enough, you hook your chin over his head while pressing his face towards your chest, the other arm wrapping around his hair. "There we go."

A few beats of silence passes by, you can feel Jing Yuan take in a few more breaths than normal whilst his eyelashes brush against the material of your shirt, the material thin enough to feel every movement of his face that's pressed against the upper part of your torso.

And then he's shaking in another quiet chuckle, "You're going to get sick if you keep coddling me at this point, darling." he says, and yet the arms that snake around your waist and the way he snuggles deeper into your chest indicates that he won't let you go now that he got you within his grasp.

He can tell that you're rolling your eyes yet again. You decide to answer his jab with a small peck on top of his head, mostly focusing your attention to the locks of hair in between your fingers, curling a particular strand around your finger whilst your other thumb is busy rubbing soothing circles at his hipbone. "And you're just going to get worse if I don't."

The general merely huffs out a laugh, replying to the peck on his head with kiss against your shirt. "You spoil me way too much." is the last thing he whispers, before he quickly falls into a deep slumber.

Because you both know that Jing Yuan truly never sleeps unless you're near him.

[dolliflu2u]

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@amalgamateofficial

i got back with the milk