#just me being a little bit bummed ab that

[fastidious-and-a-mess]

well. ok gang, gonna be honest here. im not vibing with she/her the goddess cassandra. in sophomore year, when kristen named them, they were explicitly a third, new thing; neither the nightmare king (he/him) nor the unnamed goddess (she/her), but something more nebulous and newly reborn. brennan rather explicitly used deity as opposed to god/goddess. i really liked that. so. idk :/

[webslingingslasher]

u know ages ago u were talking about frat peter going “ugh she’s gonna get so attached😒” to “she’s gonna get so attached💕💖💗💕” with cherry

what if the first time they have sex was like during the day and she was fine afterwards, like pretty unaffected and he’s like “oh I guess she didn’t get attached” and nothing happens until they’re ab to go to sleep later that night and suddenly she won’t let him get up to pee/get water/move/breathe/exist without her JDBDJDJ

peter: i need to pee

cherry: NO!!!!!!1!

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no wait cause i could totally see this!!!!

like, cherry is playing it so cool that peter is a bit bummed but he's not gonna say that so he shrugs it off and a few hours later they're watching a movie and peter stands up and immediately, 'where are you going?'

and peter is a little thrown off at the panic but he mostly ignores it. 'i'm just gonna get some water.' and cherry stares up at him and softly asks him if she can come with.

'i'm just going to the kitchen, cherry.'

'but i want to come with you.'

peter isn't going to fight it, even if it's just down the hallway. 'you can come with me.' instantly, cherry is at his side and holding his hand and following him 🥺🥺

oh!! and the next morning peter quietly moves out of bed for a shower and the second he's able to turn it on, cherry busts through the door. 'what are you doing?'

peter thinks it's obvious. he even points at the running water. 'shower.' in two seconds cherry's ripping off clothes while looking at him and pleading with puppy dog eyes. 'i join?'

peter thinks it's adorable. 'yes, you can join.'

but i think peter finally connects the dots when cherry went searching for him in the middle of the night. cherry had passed out and peter couldn't fall asleep- tossing and turning until he decided he needed to eat something so he could join cherry in dream world.

the second he sits down and drags his bowl over, cherry is sneaking up on him while rubbing puffy eyes. 'you left me.' peter jumps, then nods down at his snack.

'hungry. couldn't sleep.'

'i woke up and you weren't there. i don't like that.' peter stills as cherry climbs into his lap, wrapping arms around his neck and resting against him. 'i'm right here.'

a tender kiss on his collarbone, 'i just like being with you all the time.' and for the first time since it happened, 'can we have sex again?'

ding, ding, ding. peter got cherry right where he wanted.

'what, right now?'

'no.' cherry inhales him, there's a minor correction. 'yes. but no. i can wait.' peter promises he can do it after he finishes his ice cream. suddenly, cherry is aware of what he's eating and may or may not be hinting at getting him to share.

'i feel itchy when you're not around me.' it's spoken around a mouthful of chocolate chip cookie dough, peter's eating around all the cookie dough pieces so cherry gets one in every bite.

'is that new?' he knows it is. he hates that he's happy for it.

'yes. if i could, i would live inside your skin with you.'

'i'm looking past that and i'll consider it cute and not creepy.'

'thank you.' another bite, cherry follows up by asking him why she's like that. peter tells her it's something to do with chemicals and brains- it's mostly blocked out. peter knows the answer for everything.

'peter?'

a tight hug. 'i'm really glad i chose you.'

peter returns it. 'me too.'

it might be easier to win cherry over than he thought. 

[greazyfloz]

“I am so horny right now” “It’s 3 in the morning, go to sleep” “Please”

with dylan duke?

@jorjie-nhl shoutout for giving me the idea!

Smut: 12. "I am so horny right now", "It's 3 in the morning, go to sleep", "Please w/ Dylan Duke

Wake Up Call

I woke up randomly one night, and look over to see my sleeping boyfriend beside me. The blanket covering him was just below his belly. I take in Dylan's figure in the dark and it is making me horny.

Tonight I we slept naked. This wasn't typical since there are 4 other guys that live in his house, and Dylan is scared if there is a fire, we will be naked on the street. But tonight, was a rare night that we were both naked.

I remember Dylan telling a couple of weeks ago his fantasy was to be woken up being blown so since I am up and he is sleeping, I thought I'd give him a little wake up call.

I throw the blankets off the bed and make my way between his legs at the end of the bed. His cock was soft, so I lick it once before placing his balls in my mouth. I reach up and rub over his abs as he stirs in his sleep.

When he finally opens his eyes, he dick twitches slightly as it begins hardening, "Y/n?" he asks out in the dark, "What are you doing?"

I get up from the position I am in and cradle his hips, "I am so horny right now". I say as I begin to grind slightly on his hips.

Dylan rubs his eyes than reaches over to his phone to check the time, "It's 3 in the morning, go to sleep" he says with a slight chuckle

"Please" I say. I scooch my bum back a little and feel his hard cock bump into my ass cheek. "I don't think you want to go to bed just yet" I smirk as I lift myself up and position myself on his lap. I start stroking his cock waiting for his answer, "You sure you want me to go back to bed? Because I don't think all of you does" I say as I feel him get harder and harder in my hand.

"Suck my dick babe" He says making me smile as I go back down to the previous position and begin sucking on his tip. I suck on his tip and hear him moan out slightly before I begin sliding myself down deeper and deeper and I speed up.

"Fuck, Come sit on my face" I hear Dylan moan out so I make my way back up then level my pussy in front of his lips before sitting on his face.

Dylan locks his arms around my legs as he begins licking inside of me with flicking motions as his lips suck my pussy around his tongue making my moan out in pleasure. After a bit, I begin to grind his face as I become hotter and hotter. "Ohh!" I whimper out as I cum on Dylan's tongue.

I bring myself up and sit down on his stomach once his arms unlocked themselves from my legs. I lean over to the night table opening it for a condom. Dylan grabs the condom from my hands and reaches around me to roll in on, "Bounce on my dick" he says and I obey.

I lean up and position his cock with my entrance and slowly sink on him. "f-fuck" I moan as I lower myself.

"Fuck baby, you're so hot when you ride me" he says as I begin bouncing. He reaches up and grabs my tits massaging them as I bounce up and down. I moan out and throw my head back as I feel pleasure from both my pussy and my nipples and Dylan squeezes them, "Keep riding baby, I'm close" he breathes out

I reach back and grab his thighs as I continue bouncing up and down. I then begin grinding on his cock back and forth earning breathy moans come from Dylan.

"I'm cumming" he says grabbing both my hips to rock me back and forth even fast as he cums into the condom. "Y/n baby yes!" he moans as he fills his condoms and I bring myself forward to kiss his lips before hopping off and back on my side of the bed.

He takes his condom of and ties it before throwing it towards the trash. He turns to me and brings me in close. "Fuck that was hot" he says kissing my neck

"It's 3 in the morning, go to sleep" I say with a chuckle mimicking him from earlier, making him chuckle as well.

[hrodvitnon]

(inspired by the calendar asks)

The gang's following through with a hilarious yet genius money-making idea from the minds of businesswoman Maia Simmon and the photographer Mason Weaver: slutty themed calendars. The titans were getting all dolled up for the shoot (by which I mean getting dressed in various degrees of slutty costumes). The theme? Historical. Honoring the congruent histories of Titans and humans. The titans were the main focus, obviously- but the Monarch staff would be accompanying them as either supporting or background actors. As of right now; only Ichi, San, and Ni were ready to go- dressed as what Maia dubbed the Gold Triumvirate. Each was wearing a Roman-themed outfit of flowing red capes, golden wreath crowns, shoulder togas that make zero attempt to hide their fantastic abs, the equivalent of a see-through red rag as a skirt (ones that would 1000% reveal everything underneath with just the right lighting), and sandals.

Ichi: This is fucking ridiculous.

Maia: Hm. Figured you'd like the crown.

Ichi: Crowns' not the fucking problem. It's everything else. Not even historically accurate! Who would wear these??

Ni: Oh, I dunno, maybe someone trying to get 5 champion gladiators to notice them at a function?

Ichi growls deeply at Ni. Ni's testing the movement afforded to him by the outfit while San's admiring his cape.

Ni: I gotta say, though, insane that people actually get paid for this. I mean, what? Pose in front of that device a few times and we make bank? Why didn't we do this sooner?

San: Cuz we never thought like that! Imagine all the cash we coulda been getting by tapping into human sexuality! Fuck it, screw money; imagine how much fun we'd have taking mates back then like we are now!

He accentuates by planting a kiss on Maia's cheek. Ichi visibly cringes and snorts in annoyance. Ni just chuckles.

Ni: Y'know, any other day I'd trash you for being a soft bitch for nuzzling up to a little fleshy toy like her- but the longer I spend down amongst humans, the more I actually find myself starting to agree a tad...

Maia: Uhh- is that a compliment?

Vivienne: Maybe, maybe not- but what it is is definitive proof that our coexistence campaign is working! Getting other humans on the coexistence/titanfucking train again is important- but it's gotta go both ways. Getting 2/3rds of Ghidorah on our side is huge for us!

Maia: You're correct. Now all that's left is the sour puss that's the last third.

Ichi: Y'know what, asswipes? F-

He stops himself when he feels his scales start to heat up a bit. He sits back down on a nearby chair and plants his chin in his palm.

Ichi: Ugh- nevermind.

The group doesn't really have the time to focus on the outburst as Rodan, Mothra, and the Skullcrawlers walk through the doors. Rodan's in feathery tribal wear that only seems to accentuate his musculature, the crawlers are all only wearing loincloths and elaborate necklaces, and Mothra's in a low-hanging kimono cut at the thigh and neck that makes basically everything very visible.

Vivienne: Holy mother of-

Rodan: Yeah hah hah~ do I look good or do I look good?

Vivienne instantly bum-rushes right past Rodan and to Mothra.

Mothra: Hey... Gosh this thing is so loose- do I look good?

Vivienne: You partially blinded me on your way in.

Mothra: That a good thing?

Vivienne: The gods made you to ruin me.

Mothra: Ok... probably a good thing given the drool.

Rodan: Awww- I look good too, right??

Ni's throws an arm around Rodan's head and holds him in a playful headlock.

Ni: Aww- of course you do, little bird! Ya look like you're just itching to have someone ravage you.

While Rodan fights back against Ni's play-fighting, the door swings open again and out comes Shimo and Kong. Kong's dressed in Iwi wear cut to accentuate his chest and leg muscles, and Shimo's wearing some very breezy armor and fur meant to make her look like a viking lost half her clothes.

Vivienne: I'm gonna have a heart attack before we're done here.

Maia, Andrews, Ilene, Ling, & Mason: Saaaaaaaaame.

Mothra: Hey, where's Goji? Wasn't he with-

Kong: He was- having some trouble with his outfit. There were a lot of strings to tie...

Maia: Ah- right. Probably shoulda thought that through-

Then, the door opens one last time as the large form of Godzilla steps out. Like Kong said, the entire outfit is very stringy. Like Ghidorah, he's got a crown- only his is decorated with myriad sea-stones (sadly fake, but still convincing). He's dressed in what historians assume the Kings of Atlantis would dress in, only lacking a top and barely any bottoms to speak of. An aqua cape drapes over his shoulders and his hair is in a ponytail behind his head. As soon as he walks in and sees everyone in their costumes- his eyes go wide. They dart from Viv to Mothra to Kong to Shimo to Ghidorah to Rodan to the Crawlers, on and on until he's blushing fiercely. Everyone looks at him and does the exact same.

Godzilla: Holy-

Vivienne: Fucking-

Godzilla: Shit.

Looks like Mason's gonna need to get the shooting completed soon before another Infant Island orgy ensues with so much concentrated Bi Panic in one location...

[solyxa]

Back to School - Cove Holden

just a lil comfort piece about back to school blues, hope you enjoy! this is slightly self indulgent but we don't talk ab that

You were lying on the floor of your room, LEDs set to blue as you played your sad playlist to match your mood of sadness and anxiety due to the impending doom that was the upcoming school year. By upcoming, you meant “in less than 12 hours”. You should really be asleep by now, but you couldn't with anxiety and misery gnawing at your stomach. You glanced at your phone beside you. Picking it up, you decided to call Cove. Bothering him was the last thing you wanted to do, but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to see him, or at least hear his voice. You went into your favorite contacts and hit call on his. Despite the late hour, it only rang once before he picked up.

“Y/N?” His voice came through the phone soft and unsure as you heard some rustling from his end, he was probably in bed. You started to wonder if this was a bad idea.

“Yeah, it’s me.” That was all you could muster in response? You couldn’t even give him the reason that you called? This was definitely a mistake. Sure, Cove was your boyfriend but that didn’t mean he wanted to be bothered by you at ungodly hours of the night. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have called you so late. Goodnight.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve knocked on your window way later than this.” You heard him laugh a little. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, really. What’s up?” You smiled softly as he spoke. Cove always had a way of making you feel better, being there for you no matter what. Thanks to his reassurance, you started to feel like calling him wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

“I guess I just… I don’t know… Wanted to hear your voice?” You nervously drew circles in the ground as you spoke.

“Oh, alright. Is everything okay?” He sounded worried, that was the last thing you wanted.

You knew there was no point in lying to him, so you answered honestly. “To be honest? Not really, but-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by rustling on Cove’s end, followed by his voice.

“I could come over, if that’d help?” His voice sounded slightly pleading, like he wanted nothing more than to be with you right now. You smiled a little, sharing the sentiment.

“That would be great, but you don't have to-”

“I'm on my way, okay? I'll see you in a bit.” With that, he hung up and you were left to lie on the floor and wallow some more.

In a few minutes, you heard a knock on your window. You didn't have to check to know who it was, you walked over and there was Cove, perched on a ledge with a slightly worried expression on his face, but he still smiled at you. You opened the window and stood awkwardly as he climbed inside. Once he was settled, he spoke.

“So… what's wrong? Can I help or-”

He was cut off by you practically bum rushing him with a hug. You just felt this aching need to be closer to him, to be in his arms. He let out a little squeak as you squeezed him before relaxing and wrapping his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours.

“Whatever it is, it'll be okay.”

Those simple words made your heart soar, and also made you feel ready to cry. He was just so caring. He didn't even know what was wrong, but he was ready to make it better. He was making it better.

You decided to let it all out. All of your worries and frustrations with the coming school year, your feelings of impending exhaustion, everything. Cove just held you as you vented and cried, rubbing your back soothingly and listening.

When he was sure you were done, he looked into your eyes and tried his best to reassure you.

“I understand that you're worried, and anxious and I wish I could make it better. But just know that no matter what, I'll be there. I'll be with you through everything, okay? Not that you even need me, you've gotten through so much all on your own. You're amazing and I promise you'll figure it out, we'll figure it out.”

You smiled as more tears rolled down your cheeks, Cove kissed them away. After you were done speaking and it was obvious that you were tired, he picked you up and put you in bed, tucking you in and climbing in beside you.

“I love you. Go to sleep now. I'll be here tomorrow, okay?”

Those are the last hushed words you hear before you drift off to sleep, with Cove cuddled into your side. He continues whispering sweet words of encouragement to you, and you think that maybe, just maybe, this school year won't be so bad.

[destiny-fics]

Thigh Riding With The Boyz-The Boyz Maknae Line

[The Boyz Maknae Line x GN!Reader]

Genre: Smut

Pairing: The Boys Maknae line x gn!reader (individual blurb for each member)

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, implied sex, teasing, pet names: doll, baby, dom/sub dynamics, begging, quite possibly a little too much talk about Haknyeon's ass and Eric's abs

Hyung Line '98 Line Maknae Line

Smut under the cut. Minors Do Not Interact

Ju Haknyeon:

Ah, The Boyz ass himself. Seriously, The Boyz should be rewarded for having a member with one of the biggest bums in kpop. Haknyeon walks into a room and his ass enters 5 minutes later. I’m a Haknyeon’s bum enthusiast in case you could not tell.

Anyway, honestly Hak’s a bit of a wildcard for me, the whole maknae line kind of is. I feel like even if you know what to expect from them, you never really know what to expect from them.

One thing you can expect from them, all of them, but Haknyeon especially, is teasing. And flirting and perhaps a little bit of brattiness if you’re into that sort of thing. And Haknyeon love, love, loves being able to tease through thigh riding. Whether he’s on his partner’s thigh, or they’re on his, he’s going to be a whole lot of mischief. Now like, don’t get me wrong, I actually think Hak’s a very sweet, generous, wonderful lover, but I also think he’s a tease. And he has somehow managed to completely perfect that balance between giving you everything you want and denying you of it. He’s going to be clenching his thigh sporadically on and off, enough to give you some pleasure, but also not enough to be completely satisfying. He’ll complain about the mess you’re leaving on his thigh while pressing you closer so that his thigh gets even wetter. And when he’s in his partner’s thigh he’s whining and begging and moaning for more, even if you’ve practically given him everything you can without fucking him or having him fuck you (either way Hak’s not too fussed, he just wants to be close). 

And as much as he whines and begs and complains, heactually secretly likes the fact that he can get off using just your thigh and that you can get off using just his (it’s not really a secret to you that he likes that, but he likes to think it is). Like I said, he’s not too fussed either way, he just likes being close, and to cause as much mischief as he possibly can. That’s your dynamic with him, it’s playful and mischievous and fun, while also simultaneously being super romantic and sweet. 

I feel like he’s definitely going to let you take the reigns when he’s on top of you and even slightly when you’re on top of him, he thinks it’s sexy watching you take control and try to get yourself off on his thigh with as little help from him as possible.

Of course you always end up asking for his help though, which he gladly provides.

Kim Sunwoo:

Now, here’s the thing about Sunwoo. I feel like we have a collective divide between whether Sunwoo is more of a dominant or submissive persona in the bedroom, I say, as the switch and bisexual I am, why not both? Both is always good. 

And he would be the fucking best sub ever, I will not hear different. The whines?? Someone imagine the whines with me. Are you imagining them? Good. Because they would just be so, so pretty. He’d probably be kind of shy about asking to ride his partner’s thigh at first, but after some prompting from them, and a lot of annoying whining from Sunwoo, he’d work up the courage to straddle his partner and get to work. 

And that’s when the pretty whines would come out. The gasps as he drags his leaking erection across his partner’s thigh over and over again. He definitely thigh rides completely naked because as shy as he may be at first, he knows he’s hot and he wants you to appreciate his body please and thank you. Which obviously you’re going to do.

Now while he likes being naked when he’s the one doing the riding, he is absolutely always shirtless and wearing either sweatpants or jeans when his thigh is being ridden. Idk why. That’s just what I feel. And you know the cocky, mischievous Sunwoo is going to come out when you’re on top of him riding his thigh.

“My thigh feel good doll?”

“Yeah, that’s it, keep riding my thigh like that and I’ll give you my cock to ride later.”

“You’d like that, wouldn't you doll?”

“I’ll give it to you so good, you just have to cum on my thigh.”

And that’s his aim. In between all the teasing and pushing he really, really wants you to cum, because then he can also make you cum on his cock and that’s the best part.

Eric Sohn:

Now, okay. Idk if this is going to be an unpopular opinion at all, frankly I don’t care, when have I ever cared? But, I don’t know how into thigh riding Eric would actually be. 

Idk, I just feel like there are definitely things he’d rather be doing, those things mostly including his cock being somewhere inside of his partner.

However, with that being said, if that’s something his partner wants to do, Eric definitely isn’t one to flat out refuse, he’ll try almost anything once, and many things multiple times. 

And he’s definitely not going to refuse an opportunity to have his partner fall apart on top of him, even if it’s not from his cock or his fingers or his tongue.

Unlike Juyeon, I think Eric’s aim is still absolutely to make you cum, it’s always going to be to make you cum. He is a giver, 100% and if anything, I’d say Eric gets kind of addicted to the way his partner looks and sounds when they cum. He lives for it. It’s like the biggest stroke to his ego he can possibly get, because only he’s able to make his partner feel like that. Only he can get them to completely fall apart just from a bit of grinding on his thigh. Yeah that makes Eric feel absolutely incredible.

He probably wouldn’t want to ride his partner’s thigh at all bc again, there are just things he’d rather be doing to get both you and himself off, which is completely fine.

That doesn’t, however, mean that he isn’t going to tease. That he’s not going to take his shirt off so you can feel up his abs while you ride his thigh, and please feel up his abs because Eric loves that kind of thing so much no I’m not just saying that bc I want to feel up his abs, I promise…Kay maybe I’m a little bit saying that bc I want to feel Eric’s abs but that’s not the point. Point is, he’s a tease and wants you to get off while also simultaneously drooling over him.

And it’s absolutely going to work in his favour, bc he’s Eric.

And there’s no way you’re not fucking after this, like obviously you’re fucking.

Eric’s not gonna let you not fuck. 

In his words, “his cock is at home inside of you and it would be mean to not let it go home.”

He’s a dork.

But I love him.

And he loves watching his partner get off on his thigh, even if he’d rather have them get off on his cock.

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Nihilus Rex 8: Opener

Finally getting into the technical side of things, and I will attest: @baelpenrose and I decided that the next several chapters are probably the only time the really technical stuff happens on screen.

It was all, undoubtedly, an absolutely nightmare to get right, simply because I am a subject matter expert in one of the areas, he is in the other, and... yeah. It got complicated very quickly. But hopefully that pays off!

Say you have a little faith in me

Just close your eyes and let me lead

Follow me home

Need to have a little trust in me

Just close your eyes and let me lead

Follow me home

To where the lonely ones roam

Digital Daggers, “Where the Lonely Ones Roam” 

For the next handful of days, I heard from Nils sporadically.  The first couple of days consisted of just being updated that he was still alive, promises that he was eating something other than drugs and coffee, and one celebratory announcement that he had showered without drowning - which, admittedly, was kind of gross since that was around day three, but I didn’t have to smell it, so I left it alone.

It was around the fifth day that he sent me an address.  Not the hacker cafe, and nowhere in my neighborhood.  I was warned to bring my own coffee under threat of instant and strongly suggested to bring a change of clothes.  Part of me started to type back a quip about the kind of girl he thought I was, before sense won over and I deleted it.

“Not for anything weird - well, not for anything that isn’t our kind of weird, anyway. This is gonna take a while.” 

Totally reassuring, I thought as I started throwing stuff into my bum-around bag. Toothbrush, water bottle, battery bank for my phone… after a bit of consideration I tossed in extra socks, because there were few things I hated worse than wet socks.  Laptop and all its gear went into my backpack, and I headed to the front door.  Mama and Baba weren’t home from work, so I left a note taped to the fridge and one on my bedroom door just in case. Heading out to a friend’s for a school project. Probably going to be there overnight, took clothes just in case. I’ll have my phone. Love.

A bus, a subway trip, and a hour and a half later, I was walking to the address Nils had sent, suppressing the urge to look around suspiciously.  The address was in an area I generally avoided on foot, and if something brought me here I took a taxi - even if I was only going a couple blocks.  I muttered prayers to any deity listening as I arrived at the location, a tall building covered in graffiti, with what windows were still intact covered in makeshift grates or bars.

Nils was standing right outside, looking around for me, and spotted me as I approached, waving me over. He had slight circles under his eyes, and a slight five o’clock shadow, but he was intent, grinning slightly. “Lash, good to see you!” 

“Yeah, good to see you’re alive and I haven’t been getting messages from your ghost,” I joked drily before glancing around. “Although, I’m still not convinced I haven’t somehow taken a bus to some underworld. You do know my kidneys aren’t worth as much as you think, right? AB neg blood, terrible for donation.”

“I assure you you are more likely to be solicited for drug purchases or asked if you’ve considered sex work than you are to be black bagged and have your organs sold here. I say this having had both happen to me within a week of moving.” His voice was annoyingly casual. “I do apologize for the walk though. Come in, I made tea.”

My eyes widened. “Wait. ‘Moved’. You mean you live here?”

“I mean, we’re not doing the thing where I live. We are talking where I live. We’re doing the thing at this old mall that still has power where I set up a router in the crawlspace a while ago. But I figured we’d talk here first? But yeah, I live here.”

“Doing this thing at an old mall, cool, cool…” I responded, laughing in something like relief. “But you want to talk where you live. Which is here.” I waved a hand at the half blown-out street lights and nearby sewer grate before waggling it at the graffiti and boarded up windows. “You live here. Voluntarily.”

“My apartment has snacks. And coffee. And tea. If I leave those things in the shitty ‘Doing super illegal L33t Hacker Shit’ den I set up in an abandoned mall, my not-home evil lair gets overrun by vermin. So yeah, talk here. Probably come back here for like. Netflix or some shit to celebrate.” He paused for a beat. “Also, yes. I live here. Away from the really rich friends of my parents who would potentially see me and tell my family what shit I’m up to and what kind of trouble I’m getting into, then I hear about how much I’m screwing up our reputation, how could I be so ungrateful, blah, blah blah, it’s easier to stay as far away as possible from any of their friends. Besides,” he said, slowly. “This is a lot more real than anything I saw when I was a kid.” It felt like there was more he could say, but wasn’t going to - a refreshing change from how he’d been the last several days. 

“Your family, your cow, etc,” I muttered, looking around again and resisting the urge to wipe my hands off against my pants. “Still, I feel like I need to introduce you to our lord and savior ‘Any Deity Who Will Convince You Self-Flagellation is Not Penance’ or something.”  Before he could respond, I waved my hands in a shooing gesture. “Come on, let’s go inside and you can introduce me to your six-legged roommates.”

Ushering me forward with a comically formal sweep, Nils buzzed me into his building - I was honestly shocked it was needed, but it calmed me somewhat. We made our way up a couple flights of grungy-looking stairs, and I instantly felt guiltier the further we went: for all that the stairwell looked filthy, it was extremely well lit, bleach-scented, and not a single stair creaked thanks to what looked like various ages of patches.

The city may not care, but the residents certainly seemed to.

On the third floor, we exited the stairwell and made our way to a very nondescript door.  All three deadbolts and the hinges moved without a sound, and Nils stood to block my entrance, drawing himself to his full height, chin up. 

“Lash, O caller of bullshit, expert at puncturing egos, enter the portal to the domain of the greatest hacker and dumbest bitch of the age, and see if you can find a roach in sight, for nothing enters here without my permission. I am Nils Andover, lord of this tiny apartment and a terror of cyberspace. Enter, and enjoy my hospitality.” He spoke with a ridiculous faux-accent to top it off, which wasn’t quite British but might have been his attempt at doing a Victorian Crackhead. 

No amount of self control could keep me from giggling and cursing myself for doing so. I stepped through the door, surprised by how clean and pristine it was on the inside.  Still, I reminded myself that I brought spare socks as I toed my shoes off and set them beside the door before taking another step. “Masala chai?” I asked, sniffing carefully.

“You said become your Uncle’s best customer.” 

“Tch,” I clucked. “I did.” Suddenly, I realized what he said. “Wait,” I gasped, “you think Mr. Yildiz is my uncle??” I covered my mouth to hide a smirk.

Nils paused with embarrassment. “Maybe. You don’t seem the type to call people uncle unless they’re related by blood, marriage, or adoption, so…”

I managed to sit on the arm of the couch before gasping for air. “Nils… Oh my… hooo culture difference, okay…” With a more controlled breath, I composed myself.  Poor guy looked something like a wet cat in his confusion. “Lots of cultures use the term Uncle or Auntie as a term of respect. Something…less formal than Sir or Ma’am is the closest I can explain. So, he’s not my Uncle, he’s just Uncle. Every young person’s. Baba and Mama call him Brother, blah blah blah.”

The look of shocked embarrassment was replaced with complete comprehension. “Ah. Gotcha. That makes perfect sense. Sorry about that.” He blinked and absorbed that for a moment, setting a steaming cup of tea in front of me.

“Now, I’ve been reflecting on what you said, managed to look at what I’d have to do to get the liens out on homes, vehicles, and businesses. Will say this - there’s a little layer of complication for how they hold onto liens for state compliance. We can release most to the holders outright, but some of them its going to be required for us to release them to both the holders and to their city or county halls at the same time for archiving. That is, just barely, on this side of being possible.” 

He took a breath and waffled his hand as he took a sip from the tea. “The trick is that we have to have all the malware and spyware to do it ready to roll well in advance of the attack, and we have to be able to shoot it all in, operating, and releasing all liens simultaneous to the attack itself, to be able to use the attack as a smokescreen for what’s happening. If we do it before the attack, the bank can use physical records to re-upload the destroyed digital ones, and if we do it after, we’re going to cost a lot of innocent people their cars, homes, businesses.”

I was more shocked than I should have been that he thought it through to such a degree.  Yes, I had practically screamed this at him less than a week ago.  No, I was not used to people actually listening to a word I said.  It was kind of flatt - no.

Sounding somewhere between exhausted and frustrated, he added. “There’s…probably a lot of reasons this hasn’t been tried, to be honest. Did I mention that even if this goes right we need to be able to punch in, get the worms loaded, and then databomb the shit out of everything within a few minutes?”

“Oh, joy…” I responded with what I hoped was very clearly fake enthusiasm before draining my tea and grabbing my bum-bag to dig through it. Without looking up, I admitted my shortcomings. “I don’t think you and I can make that happen in… what, twenty-five, thirty minutes?”

“Twenty.”

“Even better,” I grunted as I grabbed my thermos. Unscrewing it, I refilled my cup with high octane ambrosia before offering it to Nils. “No matter how good you are, I don’t think the two of us are going to make that happen in twenty minutes.”

Nils took the coffee and sipped, smiling slightly. “Yeah. There’s someone in my network who may have an in, if only because he’s worked on and off at vendor sites in a lot of banks, but I’m not sure how down he’d be with the overall plan. He’s really good, but he tends to avoid extremely high-risk stuff. Rather keep the “racist hicks as pawns” bit out of it, when we talk to him. And if there’s anyone in your network who might be able to join, I’m open to suggestions. The QAnon cannon fodder stays between us.”

I thought it over. “There is… well, I’ll admit. He’s older, one of those ‘I wrote the internet’ types, so the social con part probably won’t go over well, but thankfully he likes knowing as little as possible outside of what he needs to do.  I’ll reach out to him, worst case, we have double the help.” 

“Let’s see whose guy answers first?” Nils said, not really asking and already picking up his phone.

I had the good grace to take a deep inhale of caffeinated goodness before savoring the flavor.  Then I grabbed my phone and messaged Bishop.  Nils’ got a response before I had even typed the message, but I chalked that up to my habit of messaging Bishop more details than most, knowing he wouldn’t go to the police if he turned down the job.  The man had a whole ass hydroponic set up in his basement, and I’d seen it - he wasn’t going to the cops on me unless I killed someone.

“Lash, is there some reason you and Nothing are messaging me on the same day, at the same time, about what I’m pretty sure is the same job?” 

I didn’t move my head, but looked through my eyelashes at Nils, who wasn’t showing any signs of being called out. Carefully, I texted back. “I didn’t know you were acquainted.  Now I’m intrigued. U n or not?”

“I didn’t know you two were acquainted. And I’m in mostly to see what that’s going to look like, Baklava.” 

“Did you already tell Nothing?”

“Yeah, I told Creampuff I needed to see this. I’ll be there in ten. Try not to blow anything up between the two of you before I get there. And if you brought coffee, save me 2.”

I smirked and slowly screwed the cap on my thermos. “My guy will be here soon. He’s pretty excited.”

“Mine’s on his way, should be here in ten.” Nils paused. “He seemed more concerned.”

Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, I reminded myself. “I have dirt on my guy, so I’ll admit I gave him more info up front than I do most.” Seven more minutes…

“Yeah, makes sense. So, in the meantime, uh. If I were to order pizza, anything you’d want on it? It’s uh. Gonna be a long day and we’re gonna want something to eat.” 

“Small with anchovies,” I said automatically. “I’ll eat it in the hall, don’t worry about the smell.”

“Absolutely the fuck you will not - you’re a guest. I’ll handle the smell if it’s a problem.” Nils was smiling, faintly again, as he pulled up the Mountain Mike menu. 

“I am going to guess you’ve never been in the vicinity of an anchovy pizza, so when you change your mind, let me know.” I was used to it… as much as I loved the opportunity to have one, I was well aware of how long the smell clung to anything in the room for days at a time.

“I have not, it is the principle of the thing.” He moved, clearly feeling awkward. “We don’t have much to do but kill time until he gets here, so like. What do you do for fun?”

“First, if it’s not too late: order extra lemon wedges with whatever you can,” I added. Least I could do. “Second… I watch a lot of anime, doodle, and sit on a bridge scaring people into thinking I’m a jumper.  There really isn’t anything else, unless you consider a semi-unhealthy relationship with music.”

“Requesting a few lemon wedges. I also watch a lot of anime, listen to a ton of music, sometimes a bit of gaming. Not a lot of fun in person, to be honest. Used to have a friend I’d hang out with, but you met me the day of that funeral, so, yeah, I’m fairly boring now.” He leaned back on the couch and offered me the spot further away from him, presumably to make me more comfortable. “How’d you get into voice acting?” 

“Deliberately,” I surrendered, looking mournfully at my thermos and wishing I had brought a larger one. “It took a ton of effort and practice, and a lot of voicing my own animations - “ I was cut off by the buzzing of someone requesting entrance. Bishop? Or Nils’ person? It wasn’t nearly long enough to be the actual food.

Nils buzzed the person in, and within a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. Nils opened it and grinned. “Harvey, been a while. You’ve been quiet. It’s good to see you again man.”

Bishop was standing there, glowering between the two of us. “So. One more time. Why the fuck are you two hanging out, and what are you contacting me for?”

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

Burning up

Paring - King of hell Tom Holland x Angel reader

Summary - Tom and Y/N taking care of each other’s needs, gets very frisky!

Warnings - smut 18+ plus swearing, includes (Daddy kink, Praise kink, female receiving, Male receiving, Oral sex)

A/N - Hope you enjoy this devilish smut, more soon to come!

Word count - 1k+

Callus, rough hands yet soft to the touch palms and finger tips run all over your mid drift. Feeling the delights that the pleasures of Tom brings are Amazing! Closing your eyes, feeling relaxed and calm sitting in not only the king but Your king of hell’s lap. To any outsider it is a death trap at their door, But yours.

“Sweet little thing aren’t you, Darling,” He lets a grunt out, lifting you up more against his toned, muscular chest.

You whimper squishing your thighs closer together at the feeling of his nice tight grip he has on your pretty waist. You can feel his bulge as he adjusts you on himself.

Tom smirks, bringing his hands closer to your sex. Hearing your breath itch, “fuck,” he whispers, “you like when Daddy does that, don’t you sweetheart,” he rubs slowly with his cold, slender, larger fingers onto your clit.

You nod, whimpering as his other hand still gripping on to you, making you bounce up and down gently with his legs. Like your a baby, you are his baby that he will protect and provide you with the sweetest of treasures.

You moan at the feeling of his fingers going down lower, he pushes his fingers in your tight, little hole. “feels so good, Daddy,” your voice going higher as he goes deeper!

“You are so beautiful, darling, sitting on my lap with my fingers in you.” He growls, in your ear. Your month slightly a gap as he goes faster, deeper, hitting a really good tender spot!

“That’s it, darling, just like that! use Daddy’s fingers sweetheart,” Tom groans, into your hair, pulling you even closer to his bare, ab chested. You moan at the contact, as he pulled you close again.

“Such a good girl for Daddy, doing so well Angel,” He praises his little Angel. You smile at his words and voice as they bring you to your closure.

“Are you close, my love?” He continues smirking, loving how much of a slut your being on his fingers. “Are you going to cum, like Daddy’s good little slut, darling,” Tom grills your G spot with his heavenly finger tip!

You nod, “Use your words, princess so Daddy can hear!” Tom smiles, kissing your cheek. “Huh, uh, I’m going to cum, can I cum Daddy,” you use your words, feeling so needy chasing your high.

He grunts at the way you look, HIS GORGEOUS QUEEN chasing her high with his fingers deep within in her. “Fuck, yes my Queen, come for your King, darling,” He goes even faster, if that is even a possibility. “I’m going to cum, for you Daddy,” you moan so loud, hitting your high so hard.

Your beautiful fluids Trickling like a waterfall down your leg. Tom holds you close as you ride out your high. “So wonderful, darling good girl,” he praises smiling again patting your bum softly.

You smile, turning around to straddle him. You bring your fingers to his dark, black large wings. Softly, touching them as you breath heavy after the event a few moments ago. “You ok, Angel?,”Tom wraps his arms around you while locking eyes with you.

“Yes, thanks,” you giggle nesting your head into his broad shoulders. “Are you?” You look down seeing that he’s got a little, larger problem, before he could respond your crawling downwards to his length.

His breath hitches, as you lay your small, soft hands along the top of his now tight trousers. “Are you sure, darling? Because you don’t have to!” He says, firmly bringing his finger tips to your jaw line, lifting your head a bit to meet his gaze.

“Yes, I want this Tom,” you stand up cradling his cheeks into yours. Bending over to his ear, “I want to pleasure, My King like he pleasured His Queen,” you whisper, kissing his thin, tender lips. He groans, kissing back with passion!

“Mmm, you surprise me so much, my love! I really do love you,” He kisses you again, loving the sweet taste! “As I love you too, Tommy,” you kiss back loving his sweet lips just as much.

Going down to your knees in-front of him was a holy grail of a scene to watch! you slide your hand up his abs as he hasn’t got a shirt on to tease him a bit.

He chuckled liking the contact! “You are a tease too, my dear,” he teased back, secretly loving your touch, even if you was just teasing.

“You can’t talk Daddy,” you winked, gripping his length. He grunts at how hard his cock is, feeling the need to release the build up. “That’s it, Baby grab Daddy’s cock,” he praises, you put it near your mouth.

“Awe, does my little slut want my Large, Hard cock in her small, little mouth?” “Yes Daddy!” you nod, “Baby, Beg for it!” Tom smirked as he sees your eyes widen smiling, knowing that you love to beg and feel wanted.

“Please Daddy, your Baby girl wants your massive, Thick cock in her pretty, little mouth to choke and swallow your Devine cum,” you begged, batting your eyelashes looking so innocent but far from it.

“Yes, Baby go on,” Tom takes his length to your mouth. You kitten lick it then suckle on the tip, swirling your tongue around. “Doing so good for Daddy, Baby!” You take more of his cock, feeling good at his words.

“You can take it, good girl! You want me to choke you Darling, don’t you!” Tom grins, you nod quickly begging for more. “That’s it good girl, All of Daddy’s cock in his Pretty Girls mouth!” He groans, seeing the sight of you.

Stuffing all of his Big, Thick sexy cock in your mouth, you gag on it as you bop your head up and down. “Sucking it real good Sweetheart!” Tom guides your heart, feeling you hair as you suck. “Mmm, Darling your so PRETTY,” Tom groans as he feels close.

“Yes, Baby do you want Daddy’s load?” Tom moans, as you go faster not taking a break determined to swallow him. “Fuck, yes Angel just like that, OH AH your going to make Daddy cum!” Tom scrunches his face in pleasure releasing his massive load of spunk In your gorgeous mouth.

You close your eyes in bliss, moaning at the feeling of his Hot, milky cream liquid trickles down your throat, so heavenly perfect.

After Tom came down his high, he kisses your forehead. Whispering sweet nothings to you. “Such a good girl, Baby!” He praises once more, lifting you up, you nod feeling relaxed.

“Love you so much sweetheart,” you smile, kissing him. He moans as he can taste himself, “love you so much too Tommy,” you reply, smiling wrapping you arms around his waist as he takes you two to the bathroom to just have a bath.

Or so you thought?

[smoshsfavoritepizzaplace]

Not the same anon but Matt and Daniel were newbies at around the time Angela was being tested as cast !! I was a very casual viewer at the time and Matt was in more videos than Daniel so I know him more (by that I mean I know almost nothing ab Daniel) and I actually liked him n was kinda bummed to see him go tbh! I really liked his and Angela's dynamic, it was very... idk how else to describe it other than Italian™️.

I think another thing is, Trevor is a pastry chef. Unlike Angela, Arasha, and Chanse who are actors, Trevor isn't a comedian or someone who knows exactly how to be on camera, especially in a context like Smosh where all their personalities are SO overpowering. On Mythical, he has free reign to be by himself on camera and not have to compete for attention and I'm sure that it can be a little overwhelming for him sometimes.

I get why people dislike his IMMEDIATE casting cause he doesn't mesh quite as easily as others but as someone who loves him on Mythical, I hope he wins more people over and if not, that's okay! I still like him!

After someone clarified in the comments and I looked up Matt & Daniel, I know who they are now. I remember Matt, I think was in a dead table talk and Daniel was in the Mario reunion. I feel like I didn’t see them in that many videos because it seems like they were mainly on the sketch channel and I stopped watching that until Anthony came back (excluding “unscripted” videos.)

As far as Trevor, like I said the last thing I wanna do is dog pile on him. I like him as a person I just currently don’t see him as a Smosh cast member if I’m being honest. I kinda feel how I felt when Arasha first joined. After time, I ended up really liking her and enjoying her company. Since I like/liked every cast member, I’m sure Trev will eventually grow on me too, he just needs a bit more time there, that’s all.

[shytastemakerthing]

Hello! Could I get a romantic matchup for Twisted Wonderland or Obey me? I understand if you’re busy and only want to do one!

I’m 22 and an Aquarius. I always love reading, crafting (knitting, embroidery, and crotchet), playing video games (otome, Legend of Zelda, Fire Emblem, etc), going to conventions and cosplaying, and cooking. I also enjoy traveling, learning new languages, and just learning about other cultures and other views of the world. Even as a kid, I was always looking for something new to learn!

My favorite weather is when it’s lightly cloudy with a little bit of wind. Not blinded by the sun, but also bright enough to not feel bummed out. My favorite season is winter! Always loved bundling up in a blanket in a comfy sweater.

As for personality, I’m very silly and goofy with friends and family. I know them enough to not be afraid to make mistakes or make them laugh. They always say in a total optimist! I always try my best to see the glass as half full, especially these days when there’s so much negativity and heartache. I’ve also been known as the mom friend of all my friend groups because I always make sure everyone is taken care of and am always happy to just listen to anyone that needs to vent. Along with that, I’m also incredibly loyal and protective of my friends. I’m a absolute ride or die when it comes to my friends and family.

Thank you for taking the time to read my ask! I hope you have a great rest of your day!

A/N: Thank you so much for your request fellow winter lover! I will do your TWST match-up first and then the Obey Me match up on a separate post! Enjoy!

Honorable match-up mentions goes to Jamil and Idia! It was a rather hard decision to come to xD.

I match you with.......

Jack Howl

• Okay, your favorite season is winter, and his unique magic allows him to turn into a literal fluffy boy. You will never have to worry about being cold again thanks to your furnace of a wolf man! When it's cold outside, you both can camp out in front of the fireplace with blankets, he will, after much begging, use his unique magic to shift into his wolf self, and cuddle up next to the fire. Thoigh, do mind the thumping tail. It's much harder for him to control it like this. It has a mind of its own when it comes to you.

• Knit this man something, crochet anything for him and he will just melt. Though this complete tsuendere of a wolf man would never admit it, his tail totally gives him away. You've caught him plenty of times with the things you've made for him. He can't help it! You made it just for HIM, and it smells just like YOU. Yeah, he's whipped.

• Jack is a family man. He has younger siblings, he has his parents, and wolves have one partner for their lifetime. If he's with you, he is loyal and he is dedicated to you and only you. You are his mate and you can guarantee that he will make sure that everyone knows it. He's also protective.

• Speaking of family, he certainly would love to be able to have his own little pups 3unning around one day. Perfect little mixes of him and you. But only once you've both graduated, settled down, and are stable and ready enough for a family. He takes the welfare of you and his future pups VERY seriously.

• This man will certainly help you in the kitchen whether he can cook or not. He is someone who will go in halfway. Any, you make dinner, then he does all the clean up. You start the laundry, and he will put it all away. This boy was raised right and to be a gentleman.

• I can see him as someone who may like to travel and see things. See some new places with you. It's always worth it when it's with you. The first place he takes you is his own homeland (his family is absolutely smitten with you, for the record). And mayer dien the road, if you guys ever have a family, family vacations! Anywhere is perfect just so long as he gets to be with you and your pups!

• The biggest hype group the both of you ever had will always be the rest of the first year gang. Ace was harping on the both of y'all about when you would finally get together. Even Sebek could see the chemistry and we all know how that one is!

• He loves your optomist personality! You just always seem to be so happy to him, so carefree and wild without a care. Even if there are times when you have a rough day, you smile, but you also know you can confide in him. He may be a little dense with certain things, but he knows when you need him and this is one of those moments and he will out down everything to ensure you will be alright.

• He will indulge in some of the conventions here and there. They can be rather intriguing to visit. It's like a rather large culture festival that you decided to share with him. You still have a picture of the time you managed to get him to go with you as both of you dressed up as Red Riding Hood and the wolf. He already had the necessary assets taken care of, so it was rather easy. He will never admit it out loud, but he enjoyed it. Especially seeing the bright happiness that covered your face day long and the way your eyes would shine when you looked at him. His tail was more of a fan thay day than a tail, the poor thing was going so fast.

• Overall, you have a dedicated and loyal family man who would do anything if it meant to see yojr safety and happiness. This also means you have your own personal furnace in the dead of winter! He may never know how he got so lucky to have you, but now that he does, he will never let you go through anything alone.

[huraiyra]

HI! TELL ME ABOUT QUARTZ I BEG YOU!

IM IN LOVE WITH YOU NO ONE'S EVER WANTED TO HEAR AB MY OCs *CRACKS MY KNUCKLES*

... Im so sorry I have autism and can't shut the fuck up when I write (essay incoming)

so Quartz is my babygirl and my favourite OC. fun fact he was originally a straight love interest in a CYOA story I was writing on gotoquiz.com in like 2012. how our stories grow with us

Quartz is an emo scene adult (30) with black and white hair that falls over his eyes and he has the all the lip and eyebrow and ear piercings and striped shirts under band t-shirts thing going on.

his edgy boi angsty backstory is that his mom was my worst nightmare ending for myself (forced to get married and have children and hating all of them forever and trying and failing to be a good mom and eventually just falling apart) and so his childhood sucked due to a mixture of neglect, abuse, and having to take care of himself and failing. he had a bestest friend named Hollis, and a little brother named Jade who was the light of his life, until he gets killed in a hit and run bc mom couldn't be bothered to pick him up after extracurriculars. this is Quartz's villain origin story so he ends up stealing his mom's shit and leaving home at age 16 to go off himself or die or whatever the fuck but then he gets possessed by a dude (Edward) who thinks he is pretty cool :)c Edward helps Quartzie murder the guy who killed his brother. Edward is also a 700 year old freak and jackass who ruins his life more by egging him on to steal shit, do whatever he wants (namely whatever drugs he can get his hands on), fight people who bug him, knife himself but not die, and also possessing and unpossessing him and leaving his body half immortal and half mortal (checkered, like his hair).

he goes to check in on his mom one day and finds her dead on the couch (either killed herself or wasted away, unclear) which understandably ruins his life (again) (x4)

after a good decade of alternative highs of possession and lows of freezing on the ground on Canadian winter nights, Edward decides to bring Quartz to a home for other similarly possessed people (my childhood dream of living in a house with a bunch of friends à la Teen Titans) who all love him to bits despite him being broken, moody, violent and dirty. they don't really see him like that, even though that's all he thinks he is. they see a guy who never got to be a kid whose actually really adorable and decent and has cool interests (see: his backpack full of drawings Hollis gave him, stolen metal and rock CDs, comics, tokens from his brother, his 8 pocket knives, etc), who gets excited about new things, who tries to clean up after himself and treat people with respect, and who might shove you but apologizes immediately afterwards.

theres a trans man who takes a lot of naps and gives really good hugs, a magician who accidentally became his mom friend, a strange famous bald girl who likes being as much of a bum as possible, a genius bubbly girl who decides everyone is her bestie, and a genuine and hopeful but miserable man (Dominique) who was just recently possesed and lost his fiance on the way to his uni grad.

Quartz is a deeply scarred human being by this point and wouldn't mind if they ALL blew up and died, and spends a long time running off and ditching them and having some weird toxic friendship with miserable man.

Dominique is weirdly drawn to him even though he's Magna Cum Laude and well-off and never known pain, but he loves how underneath all the jagged edges this guy is genuine and not mean and the way he talks ab things he likes makes him like it too. Quartz is weirdly drawn to what he sees as a melodramatic priviledged bitch who is really smart and cute and sweet and handsome and kind and adorable and nice to me and nice to everyone and I want him to smile forever FUCK.

Dominique uses the magic power he gained from the possession to heal his suffering just a little (through a mind link). Quartz becomes somewhat addicted to this until Edward convinces him it's fake and bullshit and doesn't matter and on the other hand Dominique's benevolent possessor is like are you fucking kidding me your Summa Cum Laude fiance just died and you're mosying it up with this freak and EDWARD??? (theyve always hated Edward) (but never did anything about it to keep the peace) you should be ashamed of yourself

it takes Quartz a LOT of help including having a home and food and peace, having tv and junk food and homemade food, having people who like him and dont hurt him, just being unpossessed and trying to detox and thinking and thinking and thinking and also a chance meeting with the suicide spirit of his best friend Hollis (not chance) (they were looking for him) to make him realise that even if everything in the world sucks and he sucks and pain is eternal, there's no way out of existence and becoming a suicide spirit will just result in endless cycles of rumination and torture and no way out. LIVING on the other hand? it guarantees always another chance for small joy and if there is any source of joy in the world including friendship, he should embrace it. there's no way out so you might as well try to ease your own suffering and enjoy the good. because there IS good

(ps. I spent 5 years writing the scene where he decides he doesn't want to kill himself, because I was going through the same shit, and it finally came to be when I stopped being actively suicidal. unfortunately unlike him I'm still miserable. hey whats my other name besides Sumi again...)

so he tells Edward to fuck off, has a big fight and Edward leaves for good, and then tells Dominique's possessor to fuck off, and it works and they are humbled and apologize and agree to stop being nosy and resume their promise to being kid to Dominique (and by extension, Quartz) forever again.

Dominique and Quartz end up able to talk and get to know each other and Dominique nurtures him and Quartz teaches him to loosen up and they end up little soulmates in that house and get married!!! everyone else is super supportive and love their two new additions, a smart genuine hopeful and loving man who studies a lot like Genius Bubbly, and a jaded but good man who needs a lot of help but is learning to live again

currently my beloved Quartz is taking antidepressants and going to therapy (it's working for him) and spending each day with a friend or reading (my love never finished high school) and chilling with his husband.

ummmmm tl;dr Quartz. I love him and cannot shut the fuck about him. I'm sorry. thanks for reading (or not reading)

[mountttmase]

HIIIIIIII🤭🤭🤭🤭

Everyone else had gone up already but you and Mason had made home in the kitchen. Chatting away like time meant nothing but before long he was pulling you upstairs and into his room as he was getting a little uncomfortable sat on the kitchen stools. OKKKKKKKKK🤭 WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO IN THAT ROOMMM

‘You should be. First girl I’ve had in here I’ll have you know’ he huffed, taking his jeans off before collapsing down next to you. To anyone else it might of looked a bit weird but the pair of you were close and before long he was turning on his side so you could face each other but you noticed his cheeky smile was missing. OHHHHH, PUR BOY IS IN SEX ABSTINENCE

‘Dunno, just don’t fancy it anymore. It’s not… fun’ MMMMMM

'Flirting’s fine, I can talk for England but anything more it’s like I panic lately. Like I’ve put all this pressure on myself and it’s messing me up. It’s like I’m sabotaging myself so we don’t make it to the main event’ OMG I FEEL SO BAD FOR HIM NOW

Linking your pinkies together and you were surprised he held yours tightly. THIS JUST MELTED ME

‘I dunno like… I always feel rushed. There’s a lot of pressure to… you know. Get them where they need to go but it’s like I don’t know what I like anymore. I focus so much on the other person that when it gets to the main event it’s all I can think about and it’s like I put myself off. Sometimes it feels a bit underwhelming and tense and the more I try the worse it gets’ OH BABY BOY, SHE KNOWS HOW TO TAKE CARE OF YOU🤭

‘It doesn’t matter anyway, let’s just go to sleep. You can stay here if you want or the room over the hall is free’ he told you, turning fully onto his side and away from you and you felt your heart sink. OH BABY

In the end you shuffled up to him, you front pressed into his back as you snaked an arm around his waist to hold him close and you smiled as you felt him relax into you. NOT ME ALREADY BEING IN LOVE WITH THEM

‘These girls, you don’t really know them do you? You don’t know what they like and they don’t know what you like and that’s the issue really isn’t it? You wanna be relaxed but your too focused on figuring each other out’ SHE WANTS TO MAKE HIM FEEL GOOD SOOOOO BAD

‘They don’t know you like I do Mason. They can’t give you what I can’ you told him. The words falling from your lips before you’d even thought about it but as soon as they had you knew what you had to do. What you wanted to do for your best friend even though this wasn’t typically what best friends did. OMG SHE SAID IT, FINALLY

‘No i… I don’t want you to stop, I just…’ SCREAMINGGGG

‘Well how am I supposed to say no to that?’ he chuckled. Hands finally reaching for your waist and you let him stroke your skin lightly. ‘I just don’t want you to feel like you have to’ HE IS SOOOOO CARING

Mason's arm that was around your body was gripping your waist tightly but there was something else you wanted him to hold so you took his wrist and moved it down so he could grip your bum instead. Feeling him give it a light squeeze and you hummed in satisfaction to let him know it was okay. SHE IS NAUGHTYYYY

You stared off trailing your fingertips over his body, your barely there touches effecting him immediately as his abs clenched and his breath got caught in his throat but the way he gripped your bum with both hands now let you knew he was loving it. I GASPED

‘Jesus Christ, y/n. Warn a guy’ he chuckled but you still gave him no warning when you covered his hands with your own so you could drag them up your body and cup your chest. Rocking your hips over his in hopes of riling him up a bit but to your surprise he was already rock hard under you. OMG SHE IS SOOOOO NAUGHTYYYY

'I’ve always wanted to know what you were hiding under there’ he laughed, feeling shy as he looked right into your eyes. ‘I know we’re friends and everything but I’ve always been curious’ OOOOO🤭

THE NIPPLE BITE🤭🤭🤭🤭

‘Can I take these off?’ You asked, fingers running back running along the waistband of boxers again and you felt him nod but he stopped you as you sat up so he could look at you properly. THE FACT THAT SHE IS CONTINUOUSLY ASKING HIM PERMISSION 🥹🥹🥹🥹

AND HIM TRYING TO GIVE HER SOMETHING BACK🥹🥹 BABY

‘Fuck, y/n. That feels so insane’ he whimpered. The sound making your tummy flutter. ‘Always knew that mouth would come in useful one day’ FAVOURITE PART HONESTLY 🤭😂

‘Sorry, I’m just really close and I don’t wanna finish there’ he told you sheepishly. HE IS BEING NAUGHTY TOO

‘Are you sure that’s what you want?’ You asked playfully, watching him nod at you frantically as he tried to lift your hips up but you wouldn’t budge. ‘Is it what you deserve?’ SHE IS A BIGGGG TEASEEE

‘But you-‘ THIS MAN....HE WANTS HER TO FEEL GOOD TOO🤭🥹

‘Nothing’ he laughed, finally looking back at you and you could tell from his blushy cheeks that he was a little embarrassed and overwhelmed. ‘Just, thank you’ CUTIE

‘Would you let me try though? I hate the thought of leaving you hanging’ I LOVE HIM

LOZ

PT.2 WHEN?🤭😂

OMG THAT WAS SOOOOO HOT, LIKE WOW

I LOVED HOW SHE IMMEDIATELY DECIDED THAT SHE WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO MAKE HIM FEEL GOOD AND HIM WANTING HER TO FEEL IN THE SAME WAY

THE FACT THAT HE TOOK CARE OF HER TOO🥹

OMG I LOVE ITTTTTT

THANK YOU FOR WRITING AND SHARING THIS MASTERPIECE AND TO CARLOTTA FOR HAVING THIS IDEA🤭🤭🩷🩷🩷

I LOVE THIS THANK YOU SO MUCH

Carlotta always has the best ideas 😌

[daysofourlivesrecaps]

Tuesday, 4 July 2023

Paulina’s bummed out because Abe’s been declared dead. (Did I mention Abe’s been declared dead? Nurse Whitley Or Whatley I Can’t Remember Nor Can I Be Bothered To Look It Up took a sample of Abe’s blood, then convinced the actor she had posing as his son, Theo, to spread it around the docks and tell the cops he saw Abe drowning. So he did all of that. Fake Theo the Actor, I mean.

So, yeah. Paulina’s actually not being a drama queen for a change because for all she knows, her husband is dead. Also Chanel is being level-headed and supportive instead of whiny and entitled?! Must be a dream sequence.

Speaking of dream sequences, John has one about Abe still being alive. Down at the docks. (“See? We told you we’d use the set if you paid for it! We’re using it SO MUCH!”) In fog that was added in post or maybe, like, delivered via a steamed-up camera lens or something. The point is, there is no way they also sprang for a fog machine or even a block of dry ice. Not this show.

Then John wakes up in a cold sweat and spends the next several segments talking through his feelings with the infinitely patient Marlena. Some superficial lip service is paid to the fact that she has also, as far as anyone knows, lost a dear old friend. But nobody’s here to talk through HER feelings. Quis therapy ipsos therapist? (Don’t bother looking this up. It’s flawless Latin.)

Nurse W.O.W.I.C.R.N.C.I.B.B.T.L.I.U. brings home a rare paper copy of the Spectator, which proclaims Mayor Abe dead.

“Whaddya got there?” says the very much still alive Abraham Carver. So settle in for another episode of Kim Coles Tells Unconvincing Lies! Hopefully we’ll at least get another episode of Body and Soul to help wash this tired old meal down.

Meanwhile, Real Theo gets a visit from Eli, who was easily the hottest dude on this show before he left a year or so ago. (Theo’s looking pretty good himself these days too, honestly.) Eli was here for a weeklong guest spot when I took my little break, and I thought that was the last we were going to see of him. But here he is again! Hooray!

And this time, he brought his wife, Lani! Double hooray!

Lani is Theo’s brother and also Abe and Paulina’s daughter. (Okay, the second part is a bit more complicated because this is a soap. But that’s an accurate enough description.) Oh, and she’s been away for a year because she’s been in prison for murder. The victim in question absolutely had it coming, but she’s a cop and in this beautiful fantasy world, cops are actually held accountable for firing their weapons without following the proper protocol. Ah, beautiful escapism.

Lani got a furlough from prison to bury her dad, because nobody realizes he’s just sitting around at Kim Coles’ house frowning at her really awful fabrications and hating all those stuffed cats. Seriously, by now I bet he could give you an extremely specific reason for why he hates each individual one of them.

Like his Black Patch partner, Steve is also feeling bummed out and guilty over the whole “we didn’t manage to find Abe and now he’s apparently dead” thing. Only Steve is going over the facts with Kayla, rather than opening up about his feelings. Opening up about your feelings is important, mind you, especially dudes this age in this culture. But it’s extremely telling to me that the husband of the surgeon is clinical and logical and the husband of the therapist is weepy and emotional.

Then Theo comes to visit the Johnsons, forcing me to once again play “Do These People Know Each Other and if So, How, Exactly?” 

I lost this round. But given that Theo also paid a friendly visit to EJ recently, I think Theo’s just an extremely likable young man that everyone is happy to see. I’ll buy that.

Back at the Price residence, Paulina gives an outstandingly comedic read in this exchange.

But it’s not a cactus! It’s her daughter, Lani, home (temporarily) from prison!

Lani then demands that Eli take her to the police station (where they both once worked as cops) so she can go over the evidence in Abe’s case. And I’ll get to that in a minute, but GUYS! I GOT MY WISH! MORE BODY AND SOUL! And we’re about to meet one of the great soap bitches of all time. (Nurse Whitley/Watley’s words, not mine. And of course Amanda yelled it. Of course she did.)

Said bitch is Lorna Delorean (no, really), who is played by the woman who plays Kate. And in case you were wondering, this hasn’t stopped being the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen, done or eaten.

Lani goes through the case file as promised and finds this professional headshot of Jerry, aka the actor Nurse Wh-atever hired to pretend to be Theo. (I recently discovered that he’s actually the guy who played Theo in the first place, before leaving and being recast with that other guy. Which is a delightful bit of stunt casting.)

“Wait,” Lani says. “He’s an actor? Did nobody think this was a little suspicious?”

And back at the Nurse’s place, Abe continues to watch Body and Soul, only to discover…

…FAKE THEO THE ACTOR, APPEARING ON THE SHOW WITHIN A SHOW AS AN ACTOR!

Days still basically adheres to broadcast standards even though they’re streaming exclusive now and honestly I think this would have been the perfect moment for them to finally break free of all of that because what else could poor, confused Abe say here than “what the fuck?!”

(He doesn’t. But man, he really should have.)

[casspurrjoybell-19]

TORN - Chapter 14

*Warning: Adult Content*  

"Goddess, he’s so hot." Brook's head fell back against the couch from her spot on the floor, groaning like she was in the middle of some kind of weird orgasm. 

"Do you see the abs on that man? I swear, give me one second alone with that guy and I would lick the skin right off of him," she says, staring at the screen in front of them, shaking her head as if she couldn't believe her eyes. 

She stuck out her tongue, eyes never leaving the screen as she rooted around with it to find the cheese stick she held tightly in her hand before chomping off a large bite. 

Her tight curls were out of the way in high bun on top of her head, although a few strands escaped and gently rested against her dark brown cheek. 

They were currently in the bonus room of the vacation house which held a comfortable media room. 

It was the last day of the retreat and they had decided to spend it with a movie night, seeing as how all of their mates happened to be on overlapping patrol duties. 

Tomorrow, they would be going back to the pack house and Berlin Cahill would be lying if he didn't say he wasn't feeling a bit bummed about it. 

So much had changed in his life over the course of this retreat and he was afraid that when returned back home, it would all vanish in thin air like Cinderella's carriage at midnight. 

"Are you serious?" Hannah blanched, her green eyes wide with betrayal as she looked over at Brook. 

The incredulous look on her face was comical, like she'd just been told someone'd killed her cat. 

"Have you seen Edward? He could get it any day." 

Brook choked on her cheese stick, pulling it away from her mouth and finally tearing her eyes away from the screen as she turned towards Hannah. 

"Hell no. Team Jacob forever." 

She pumped her fist in the air, her brown eyes fiery as if she was protesting a worthy cause. 

"She only likes Edward because he's rich anyway. Who wants a man who is cold, wants to kill you and stares at you all night? I don't know about you but that's not my kink." 

She crossed her arms, shrugging before mumbling ’My kink is being spanked’ at the end. 

Berlin giggled from his place under the blanket at that, thinking the joke she mumbled to herself was funny but a bit confusing. 

‘Like, who wants to get spanked? I feel like that would just hurt and not be really pleasureful.’ 

"Well... Well..." Hannah sputtered, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to think of some way to invalidate Brook's statement. 

"Callie," she yelled excitedly, as if she'd suddenly remembered she was still in the room. 

She quickly turned around to look expectantly at their our third friend who lounged quietly against the arm of the couch, raising a brow as she stared at the other two girls on the floor who were notorious for dramatic, pointless arguments like this. 

"What team are you on?"

Callie was quiet for a moment, pondering the question. 

She was the more chill one of our little group, going with the flow for the most part and blending into the background. 

Regardless, they still loved her dearly, as she gave a sense of balance when the four of them were all together. 

"Neither," Callie responded simply, shrugging her shoulders in indifference. 

"They both don't really do much for me." 

The look of disbelief on Hannah and Brook's face would lead people to believe they'd just been told the world was ending, not that they were simply discussing a terribly produced young adult movie. 

Berlin, on the other hand, wasn't surprised by Callie's response, as nobody was really sure if she felt attraction to anyone in a romantic way. 

She was older than all of them by a few years and still hadn't found her mate.

 At this point, they were pretty sure that she was a lone wolf or someone whose mate passed away before they'd met but they try to hold out hope. 

Regardless, she'd made something of herself throughout the time she'd been waiting and was currently training part-time with Benji to become a medic. 

"There can't be a tie," Hannah cried, reaching her hand into the popcorn to angrily shove a handful in her mouth. 

Horrifyingly, she then turned to stare at Berlin expectantly, her eyes silently begging him to take her side as she knew he was her last hope. 

"Berlin, you think Edward is hotter too, right? I mean... just look at the material..." 

She gestured towards the TV screen, on which the sparkling Vampire's face appeared. 

Berlin shuffled further underneath the warm blanket that covered most of his body, his face blazing as the girls stared at him inquisitively, eagerly awaiting his answer.

"Umm... Sorry, Hannah but I think that Jacob is cuter," Berlin muttered, although he felt bad comparing the two. 

He believed that everyone is beautiful in their own way, he just preferred the tan skin and rippling muscles of Jacob. 

They reminded him of his own mate. 

"SUCK IT UP..." Brook yelled, making a teasing face as she looked at at Hannah triumphantly, taking another bite of the cheese stick that she'd practically squished to pieces in her hand throughout her argument.

"Whatever, Edward is still hotter," Hannah whined playfully, crossing her arms stubbornly against her chest before turning back towards the TV screen.

"Sorry that I am loyal to my species. Vampires don't even exist... probably," Brook adds on the last word as an afterthought, as new species were showing up in the supernatural world every day it seemed like.

For example, their medic Benji was a half-blood Fae-Werewolf mix. 

They watch the rest of the movie in a similar manner, with Brook and Hannah also arguing over the best couple in the movie or whether Alice was the best character in the franchise. 

Their bickering was really entertaining but by the end of the movie Berlin was yawning profusely, his eyelids growing heavy as the end credits began to roll across the screen.

"When we get back home we have to watch the second one," Brook exclaimed, still wide awake in her spot on the floor as she lifted the rim of the bowl of popcorn to her lips, funneling the rest of the crumbs into her mouth. 

She chewed, a stray few pieces falling from her lips and back into the empty bowl as she spoke past her full cheeks. 

"I have to see Jacob shirtless again ASAP or else I literally might just die," she stated matter-of-factly, still chowing down on the remainders of the buttery snack in her mouth.

"Just gonna cheat on me like that... OH, EW, BROOK." 

Brook was obviously caught very off guard at the sudden sound of her Mate's voice behind her, as when she turned around, she accidentally sprayed the remainder of the soggy popcorn crumbs in her mouth all over his pant legs. 

The man behind her was handsome, with short cropped hair and beautiful, dark skin that was a little bit lighter than that of his mate. 

He was a bit sweaty from his night patrol but his face was incredulous as he looked down at Brook with an expression that read 'really?' without him having to say a word.

"YOU CAN'T JUST SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT, JAY," Brook exclaimed, standing up to face her mate, looking up at him with a challenging expression. 

"And don't act like it's that nasty when you literally eat my..." 

Jay's hand slapped over her mouth before she got out the last word, giving them an apologetic look.

"Sorry, she's just a little insane when she's tired. We have to go pack, so we will see you all tomorrow." 

He nods to them respectfully, smiling brightly at them as he reaches down, hauling Brook under his arm like she was a football and dragging her away from the rest of them. 

Berlin giggles at their playful antics as Brook protested to the treatment, going limp in her Mate's arms to make him have to work harder to carry her away.

A moment later, a very tall woman with lean muscles and a backwards baseball cap on over her short-cropped hair rounded the corner. 

The woman was sweaty, just like Jay, from patrolling but Hannah couldn't have cared less as she squealed with happiness, launching herself up from her spot on the couch, almost tripping over her own feet as she ran to her mate. 

"Greyyyy," Hannah giggled, the taller woman throwing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her softly against her side before placing a kiss on her forehead. 

"Hey, Peaches. I'm super tired from patrol. Can we go crash?" Grey asked her mate, her natural voice having a slightly husky tone, like someone ran sandpaper over her words before she'd said them. 

Hannah nodded enthusiastically, grabbing Grey's hand and waving at Callie and Berlin who remained on the couch. 

"Text the group chat in the morning when you're up, bitches. Love you," Hannah said to them before she pulled her tall mate down the hallway towards their room with a bright smile.

 Hannah was so in love with Grey and vice versa. 

They were a super cute couple and had actually been good friends before realizing that they were mates.

Once again, it was like they were tagging each other into the room, as Alpha Oasis Amador, in all of his brooding glory, walked into the room as soon as Hannah and Grey disappeared around the corner, his long legs walking over to Belin in just a few strides before leaning down on one knee next to the couch. 

"How are you, baby? Are you feeling okay?" Oasis fretted, as he always did, over his Mate, scanning his worried, light blue eyes over his body for anything that was out of place from the last time he'd seen him. 

Berlin giggles softly, the blanket falling off of his upper body as he sits up, reaching out to cup Oasis’ face in his small palm. 

The Alpha hoped that the skin-to-skin touch would help assure him that his Mate was, in fact, in one piece, just as he'd left him when he left for patrol five hours prior. 

"Sheesh, overprotective much?" Callie muttered under her breath as she stood up, brushing the dust of the snacks we'd eaten off of her clothes. 

Oasis growled at her statement, a glint of gold filtering into his irises as he snapped his head around. 

Berlin could tell he was seething with the need to say something smart back at her, so the young man quickly presses his hand against Oasis’ cheek, forcing his head to swivel back towards him. 

His gaze softened as Berlin leant up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. 

"I'm just fine, Osi," he whispers, his stray hand gesturing to Callie to leave the room before his mate did something rash. 

She scurried away quickly, not wanting to provoke Alpha Oasis. 

"I'm all in one piece, see?" 

Berlin grabs his hand, pressing it to his face so that he could feel his truth through their mating bond. 

Oasis lets out a deep breath, pulling back to press soft kisses to each of Berlin’s fingertips before speaking against them, his warm breath warming them up. 

"We scented something strange tonight. I don't think it's a cause for much concern but you have to understand I..." 

He breathed out, closing his eyes and standing up, pulling Berlin with him. 

"My instincts are hard to control as an Alpha alone. But you... you give me this almost feral protective streak. I can't quite explain it."

Berlin nodded understandingly. 

He'd never truly understand the instinctual need to protect that Dominant Wolves had engrained into their DNA but he was empathetic. 

He knew how hard it was for his own Wolf to resist his own instincts, so he could only imagine if they were multiplied tenfold, as they usually were for Dominant Wolves.

"It's okay. I like how protective you are. It makes me feel safe," Berlin starts, reassuring him. 

"As long you remember that I am my own person and don't try to smother me."

Oasis nods, opening his eyes to look down at Berlin with adoration in his eyes. 

"I will try my best, angel. Tell me if I get too ahead of myself, yeah?" 

Berlin grinned happily up at him, nodding happily as he remembered something that was still tugging at the curiosity bone in him. 

"Oasis, do people really... spank during sex?" 

Berlin breathed out, trying to get the most crass part of the sentence out all at once before he looked down at his bare feet, wiggling his toes to distract from the hot blush that he could feel creeping up to turn his milky white skin a bright pink. 

Berlin didn't have to look to know Oasis' expression had shifted from one of concern and 'pissed-off-tedness' to one of amusement as he guffawed, throwing his head back in amusement at his Mate’s question. 

The young man pouted, crossing his arms as he looked up at his lover through his hair. 

"You're too damn innocent for your own good, you know that?" Oasis teased, still laughing through Berlin’s words. 

The young man had gotten used to the Alpha’s frequent use of curse words over the past week and although he still thought of them as indecent, he'd accepted there was no changing that aspect of his Mate.

"Hey... don't laugh at me, it's a real question. Brook said it was her kink but I don't even really know what that is and if it's real or anything and I'm just curious if it was really a joke or maybe it was serious..." 

Oasis silences Berlin’s nervous rant with a finger to his lips, making him shiver at the barely-there contact. 

The Alpha smirked wickedly, his hands slinking behind his tiny lover to wrap his arms around his slender waist, stealing his breath as he jerked Berlin towards him, their bodies pressing together tightly. 

Oasis leaned down, his lips brushing up Berlin’s neck before he reached his ear, tugging it gently with his teeth before whispering."

How about I give you a more... hands-on answer?"

[kessicasrps]

I shake my head at you, looking at you with a soft expression. "I will be alright but I care more about you, love. It absolutely breaks my heart and makes me sick to think about how long this must have been going on.. And it makes me so angry that anyone would ever treat you that way," I say, swallowing thickly because it was incredibly hard for me to think about and I definitely blamed myself. "I love you too," I say softly to you, continuing to watch you. "Okay, fine, I know better than to fight you on it but you have to remember that I am pretty stubborn, too. And I will wait for you to get the ice before I go to the bed. I just don't want to let you out of my sight right now," I say softly, still feeling a little on edge after everything that just happened.

---

I went to go get the ice, eventually returning to you and I walked with you to my bed, laying you on the bed and placing the ice gently on your face where it was bruised. I laid right next to you as I ran my fingers through your hair gently. "I feel like this is all my fault," I say softly. "Your face wouldn't be this badly beaten if you hadn't been protecting me," I sighed. "I should've just believed you were coming back and not jump at the chance of being with someone again," I huffed. "Look at what he did to your face. Your skin is broken open and he could have popped your eye out of it's socket. I know you were trying to protect me, Louis, but you almost got yourself killed and you almost killed someone else,"

__

I giggle softly from your words, placing my hands on either side of your face and staring lovingly back into your eyes. "I am always eye fucking you because I have the hottest husband in the world. And you are so good at reading my mind, I can always see it when you're registering the dirty things I am thinking about," I smirk at you a bit before meeting your eyes when the kiss was broken. "Are you looking for more? Because I can give you more, baby..," I say, nibbling on your lower lip and continuing to tease you on purpose before licking slowly across your lower lip as well as I slowly slid my hand up your shirt and over your abs.

---

"I love eye fucking you," I smirk at you as I wiggled my eyebrows at you. "I have the hottest wife in the world," I smirked again. "You just know me too well," I wiggled my eyebrows again at you. "I'm always looking for more, baby girl," I say as I squeezed your bum. "I'd love a little more,"

[quindolyn]

Hiiii i heard a headcannon that james potter would love shower sex and i was wondering wether you could write something like that? No specific’s do whatever you want with it just sex in the shower ;)

 You in Here? || James Potter

Word Count: 2268

A/N: I hate this perhaps more than anything I’ve ever written but I need to write if only to remind myself that I still can because sidofhdfwqifbr. I feel like I haven’t been productive in weeks and posting is gonna hopefully help me with that. I’ve hated other things I’ve posted as well and y’all seemed to react positively to those so who the hell knows.

Warnings: Degradation, daddy kink, kinda proof read, little bit of exhibitionism 

Masterlist

“Jamie,” You called out, your voice echoing as it bounced back off the tiled walls of the Quidditch showers. 

You hadn’t been able to grab James after the Quidditch game, where he’d led him and his team to victory, before he had headed off towards the locker room, being stopped by Dobson who was subbing in as keeper for the game. The team’s usual keeper in the hospital wing with a bad case of blood poisoning he’d contracted from an unfortunate Care of Magical Creatures lesson. 

You’d never really given much thought to the boy as he was a year below you and you didn’t much run in the same circles but neither of those facts seemed to discourage him as he pulled you aside after the game.

His desperate and frankly pathetic attempts to flirt with you, the team captain’s girlfriend, had stalled you too long apparently as by the time you’d managed to break free of his bad pickup lines and clumsy winks James was nowhere in sight and Sirius had to direct you towards the showers where he’d seen him disappear into. 

And now stumbling around the locker room looking for your boyfriend you followed the sound of running water to the back corner of the showers.

“There you are,” You murmured as his dripping form came into view. Blocked by a sheet of warped glass all you could make out of his figure was the outline of his strong physique as he twisted and turned to let the water wash over his ridiculously toned body.

“James?” Your voice lilted up in a question as you wrapped your knuckles against the glass of the door.

“(Y/N/N)? What are you doing in here?” He asked, his voice rough which you assumed was from screaming over the roaring wind to communicate with his teammates. 

What you hadn’t noticed before escaping James’ subordinate was the aforementioned boy lurking a few feet away, jaw clenched, the vein in his forehead pulsing as he glared down the boy who seemed to have abandoned all of his inhibitions.

Though you had missed him, James most certainly hadn’t missed you and heading off to the showers he’d hoped that a hot shower would soothe the possessiveness bubbling up in his stomach but it had not had the desired effect. 

“Came looking for you Jamesie,” You explained, “Wanted to congratulate you,” A sly smirk tugged at the corners of your lips, painted a brilliant red as you began shedding the numerous layers of clothing you’d been bundled up in to shield yourself from the biting wind.

“Why don’t you congratulate that Dobson kid?” The edge to James’ voice was impossible to miss.

You frowned as you reached around your now nearly bare torso, having made quick work of your top layers, to unclasp your bra, shrugging it off of your shoulders to let it fall to the ground. Left in only your panties you spared a glance over your shoulder before abandoning those as well and opening the door to the shower.

Even after all this time you still had to stop your jaw from dropping whenever you saw James’ body, the defined muscles of his abs, the way they shifted in his back as he reached for things and just went about with his daily business.

His legs. Those fucking legs.

And don’t even get you started on his arms because you could go on and on for hours about them, about every part of him quite frankly.

You stood dumbstruck outside the shower cubicle before James pulled you in by your arm before someone walked in and saw you naked. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” The boy growled, towering over you as he wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you tucked into his strong chest. You could feel his half hard cock pressing against your stomach as one hand drifted to your ass, squeezing it to the point of pain before releasing and smacking the afflicted area with the palm of his hand. The burning hot water didn’t help either with the pain as it washed over your backside, amplifying the sting from your boyfriend’s harsh touch.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You asked incredulously, having no clue what he was talking about. “That hurt.”

“Good,” He responded curtly, returning his tight hold on the supple flesh of your bottom, squeezing even more harshly than before, no doubt leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers. 

“S’ what you deserve after teasing me like that with that fucking prat, and then right now, standing naked in the middle of the locker room, anyone could’ve walked in at any point and seen your arse.”

“No one was gonna just-”

You were cut off by his fingers meeting the side of your face more harshly than you anticipated.

“Ow,” You squeaked, “Was that necessary?”

Growing more and more frustrated James pushed his index and middle finger past your slightly parted lips, shoving his long fingers further and further until the tips of his rough, calloused digits bumped the back of your throat and had you struggling to breathe as he triggered your gag reflex.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” He grumbled, catching your wrist with his hand before you were able to grab at the wrist of the hand gagging you, “First flirting with that little prick and now talking back to me, who the fuck do you think you are?”

Your response was garbled as you tried to speak around his fingers, but no matter what you were trying to say it was muffled even more as he pushed his fingers even further down your throat. 

A sick smile grazed his face as you gagged violently, tears slipping from your tear ducts and rolling down your face in twin rivers, collecting in pools at the curve of your jaw.

“Oh don’t cry baby,” He cooed mockingly, pulling his fingers from your mouth, allowing you to take deep gulps of air as he moved his hands to cup your jaw, his thumbs wiping away your tears.

One hand trailed from your face, down your torso, pausing at your tit to take the nipple between his fingers, pinching harshly and pulling a strangled gasp from your lips as the action sent pleasure mixed with a healthy amount of pain zipping up your spine. 

Eventually finding his way to your pussy James ran his index finger through your sopping folds, smiling cavalierly at the pool of slick he found there.

“Fucking pathetic,” He muttered, staring at his finger as it teased your cunt, “You got off on that?” He asked, lifting his visage to meet yours, “You got off on Daddy fucking choking you with his fingers?”

After a beat of held eye contact, you realized that it wasn’t a rhetorical question and that the man in front of you expected an answer. 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

Satisfied with your response James’ gaze dropped back to your pussy where he was now lifting up your clitoral hood, exposing your sensitive bundle of nerves to his touch.

“What was that you said about congratulating me slut?” He asked, harshly pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger, smirking as you whimpered and brought your hand up to clasp his bicep, supporting yourself as you felt your knees weakening. 

The pleasure he could bring you from just his fingers was enough to have you in a puddle by his feet, clawing at his ankles and begging for more.

“Think as a reward I’d like to mark you up, show everyone how much of a desperate whore my baby is. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Daddy, wanna be your slut.”

“My whore,” He corrected.

“Your whore.”

At your agreement James latched his lips onto the side of your neck, sucking vicious hues of purple and blue into the delicate skin that resided there.

“Fuck,” You swore, tipping your head back so that he could have even better access to your skin.

A pathetic whine slipped from your trembling lips as James pulled away from your neck, instead attaching them to yours, delicately brushing his against your own. As you tried to lean forward, wanting to deepen the kiss you felt James’ hand bury itself in your damp hair, gripping tightly at the root, using his hold to keep your head in place as he pulled back.

“No swearing pretty girl,” He murmured as his lips brushed yours ever so lightly against yours, “Pretty babies don’t swear, yeah?” 

He peppered kisses across your lips as you nodded your agreement, tickling your skin before finally deepening the kiss as you so desperately wanted. You savored the taste of his lips as his tongue delved into your mouth, exploring the warm expanse before mingling his tongue with yours. 

You were no match for his aggression as he dominated your tongue pulling a moan from the depths of your belly where you felt a know tightening as the slick between your legs continued to collect in a pool of your own arousal.

“Gonna show you how good I can make you feel,” James promised, crouching to loop his arms underneath your thighs, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist, and moving to support your bum as he backed you into the wall, using that to help support your weight. 

“Gonna show you how good I can make you feel when you’re mine.”

“Please Daddy,” You begged, pleading eyes looking up at him as you pushed your bottom lip out in a pathetic display of your submission, “Want your cock please.”

It was funny really, how quickly you went from feisty to his submissive slut. And you didn’t even have his cock yet.

Your begging spurring James on, he didn’t bother restraining himself any longer and instead pushed his cock into your warm, pulsing pussy.

A cry tore its way through your throat as he didn’t even bother to ease his way in, not wanting to wait another second, just wanting to be inside of you.

“Shh,” He hissed, clasping a strong hand over your mouth, hanging wide open as you barely had control over yourself to keep your eyes open, much less make the conscious effort to keep your mouth closed in order to keep in the moans and whimpers that shamelessly tumbled from your agape mouth.

James’ pace was relentless as he thrusted in and out of you, watching as his cock appeared then disappeared as he moved in and out of your cunt, your pussy squeezing him to an almost painful degree.

“So fucking pretty,” He swore, palming your tits with his strong hands, leaving your nipples hard as he pinched them again, just as he did earlier, watching the look on your face as he twisted them to the point of pain. 

You snapped your mouth shut so that you wouldn’t let out a curse, not wanting to disobey Jamie. 

“Mine, all mine,” Jamie grumbled as he let go of your boobs, preferring to watch them bounce as he sped up his thrusts, the spongy tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot, pulling a strangled sigh from you as you lost more and more of yourself in pleasure.

“All yours Daddy,” You agreed, leaning your head up against the cold tile of the shower wall as you focused on the pleasure James was bringing you with every deep thrust. 

“That’s right slut,” James said, remembering his earlier frustration, “If s’all mine, all f’me then what the hell are you doing talking to that little dick?”

His hard gaze met yours and though they were swimming with lust it did nothing to dilute the seriousness they held, making it clear to you that he expected an answer.

“Didn’t mean to Daddy, didn’t mean to be naughty,” You explained, hoping that he would realize that you really had had no mal intent in speaking with the boy, you just hadn’t wanted to be rude.

Seemingly paying your response no mind James attached his lips to your collar bone, laving his tongue over it before retracing his steps and sucking marks that matched the ones he’d previously left on your neck. 

As he worked to paint your skin in rich hues he lifted your hips so that he could reach even further depths inside of you, sheathing himself completely inside of you before pulling back out, all while moving his fingers to your clit, where they had once previously resided. 

The combined stimulation of him so deep inside of you and his strong fingers on your clit had the knot in your belly tightening as the stimulation on your clit sent tendrils of pleasure shooting up your back.

It was all too much, the overwhelming stimulation from his cock combined with his fingers pinching and rolling your sensitive bundle of nerves between the pads of his fingers, and the steady streams of scalding water warming your skin almost had you forgetting to ask to cum as you felt the pleasure boiling up in the depths of your tummy. 

“D-Daddy may I-”

You were cut off by the sound of the locker room door slamming open quickly followed by the rumbling of voices.

“Potter!” One of them called out, “You in here?”

Recognizing the voice as that belonging to none other than the very boy who had landed you in your small predicament you studied James’ face, with wide piteous eyes as the sound of footsteps slapping against the tile floor approached your little enclave.

James smiled deviously at you before responding, “Yeah, we’re back here.”

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