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elliesgaythoughts · 7 months

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Shut up

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Sub!loser!Ellie x Dom!Fem

Warnings: public sex, getting caught, fingering e!receiving, reader is a munch, squirting, Ellie bites readers boobie!, reader sucks some titty, thigh riding, dacryphelia, overstim, y/n ONCE, mama kink goes both ways, fluff.

(I don’t like this🥹)

Ellie stands in front of her mirror looking herself up and down, her glasses covered eyes landing on her worn out converses trailing up her blue jeans and stopping at the hoodie that drowned her slender body “this is so stupid” she whispers to herself, trying to convince herself to not meet up with you, because how could you, a fucking goddess want her.

You both met a few weeks ago, Dina added you to their group chat and Ellie, after her eyes scanned your photo a smile creeping up her face as her eyes landed on the pretty breasts that peeked at the top of your shirt. She paused taking you in, admiring you shamelessly, SHE ALMOST FUCKING DIED, you were in her group chat, you could see all the fucking stupid shit she said daily, all the texts where she joked about shitting herself, you wouldn’t know they were a jokes!

Her heart raced as she went through 3 years of messages trying to delete everything you could possibly read to consider her a fucking loser, there was a lot. DING!

Her eyes dart to the new message at the bottom of the group chat:

Dina: told you

You: damn you’re right, she’s a fucking loser😭😭

Ellie: what the fuck?!!

Ellie: Dinaaa!!

Ellie: I’m not a fucking loser! (She lied)

Ellie: Dina, whyy?😞 (tears well in her eyes)

You giggled to yourself, watching the bubbles appear for the fithed time, but you decide to interrupted her.

You: I like losers

You knew about Ellie for a while now, you were mutual friends, you flirted with her on the low, maybe even kissed her while you were both drunk at a party, only for both of you to pretend you forgot it happened when you sobered up, honestly, you thought she was really cute but you were just too nervous to DM her so you and Dina came up with an idea to get her attention.

Ellie: oh😲

Ellie: ohhh😏

Dina: Y/n wanted to ask did you want to see the new superhero film with her?

Dina: She asked me first but I said no because I’m not a fucking loser, but I knew one

Ellie: is this true?

You: yeah, do you wanna go with me?🥺

Ellie: 😏

You: what does that mean?

Dina: it means yes!

You: woohoo🥳

Ellie: woohoo!!

Dina: woohoo😒

Dina: fucking nerds!

Her head whips around at the sound of her front door being knocking frantically “let me in!” Dina yells from the other side of the door “geez” she mutters under her breath, dragging her feet as she goes to unlock it “hurry upp, I’m gonna miss it!” The door clicks open and Dina runs in, nearly knocking Ellie on her ass “WHAT THE FUCK DINA!?”

Dina is kicking her shoes off and laying herself on the her couch, her hand behind her head as she flicks through the channels, ignoring Ellie “she’s downstairs”

“who”

“You know who” dina smirks, eyeing her.

“Ohmygod. Oh my god” she starts to panick, you were supposed to meet her at the cinema, that’d give Ellie some time to come up with some ‘game’ as she calls it.

“Tell her I’m Ill”

“Fuck off”

“I’m serious” Ellie begs

“Get the fuck out”

“Dinaaa”

“Ellieee” she rolls her eyes

“C’monn” she practically begs.

Dina sigh’s standing up and Ellie instantly regrets her decision, she was intimidated by you, but maybe not enough to stand you up-SLAP!

Dinas palm lands onto Ellie’s cheek, she grips her face with both hands, pulling her closer “she’s hot?”

“Yeah?” Ellie replies, wanting to punch Dina in the throat.

“She asked you out?”

“Yeah”

“So why the fuck are you scared of her?”

“I’m a fucking loser.” She whimpers.

“She likes losers” she leans into Ellie’s ear “she likes to fuck losers.”

Ellie’s clit twitches in her boxers at the thought of you having your way with her.

“you gonna go down there and show her a great time, okay?”

Ellie bites her lip in contemplation “Fuck, fuck okay” she turns to leave, in a hurry.

Dina lands a smack to Ellie’s asscheek “go get em tiger” she laughs to to herself as Ellie slams the door, holding her asscheek.

The icy wind hit your bare legs as you watched Ellie walk towards you, her head low and hands in her pockets, when she finally got close enough to you, you spoke “hey ellie”

She reluctantly lifts her head and can’t help but smile at the sight of you, her pupils growing as they skim your face but avoiding your stare “uh hey, l-lemme get that for you” she walks past you and reaches for the handle of a worn of truck, something you imagined an old southern man would drive “this yours?” You question.

“Uh yeah, Joel gave me it” she waves you in shyly and you sit down, hearing the door creak closed, you look around the vehicle, inhaling the smell of pine from the little tree that hung from her mirror, you lean out the window and look her up and down “cute.”

Ellie never knew if you were talking about the truck or her but she chose to believe it was about herself.

The journey was smooth, you pretended to stare out the window only to catch Ellie’s multiple glimpses at you, you seen it all, the way her eyes scanned your bare thighs, the way they hovered to your cleavage, how her fingers tapped the steering wheel repeatedly, anxiously, the way her eyes almost bolted out her head when you grabbed her wrist to play with the rainbow bracelet that lay there twiddling with it “that’s pretty” you mutter.

She coughs, clearing her throat “Uh..yeah thank you” for the first time tonight her eyes locked onto yours “you’re prettier”

“I know baby, thank you” you smile at her and place her hand onto your thigh, looking out the window again, listening to her trying to steady her breathing as you smile to yourself…

You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, admiring yourself and touching up your make up, you’ve already chose the seats and sent Ellie to get snacks and wait for you.

After you decide you’re done you give yourself one more glance up and down and spin on your heels to walk out. The door almost knocking you off your feet as it comes towards you at lightning speed “what the fuck!” You scream as a short brunette woman barges past you “I didn’t fucking hear you! Shut the fuck up!” She says as she rolls her eyes at you and attempts to fix her hair in the mirror, completely ignoring you.

You could have a cat fight with her or you could go see the beautiful woman that’s waiting for you, you roll your eyes “bitch” you mutter under your breath as you leave her try to fix the mess atop her head.

Smiling to yourself at the thought of being so close to Ellie for the next few hours, you stroll into the dark screening room, looking up to see the auburn headed girl already downing a comically large bucket of popcorn, smiling contently to herself.

She catches you staring up at her and much to her demise she fucking chokes on the food in her mouth, coughing to clear her throat, you can’t help but laugh to yourself as you walk up the steps towards her.

“hey” you smile at her.

“hey” she whispers back.

“You gonna share?” You nod at the bucket that she’s clutching onto for dear life as you sit down beside her.

“Uh” she laughs “of course” handing you the bucket over, her fingers brushing yours and you almost melt as a shiver runs up her spine “cuteee” you squeal in your head as you get comfortable, putting your elbow on the armrest and placing your cheek in your palm as you watch the smile grow on her face as the theme song begins to play, she is so adorable…

You roll your eyes as you stare at the screen, “this film is fucking shit” you think to yourself, you couldn’t enjoy it, not when your eyes left the screen every five minutes, to watch the pretty girl besides you snore, the bucket of popcorn empty, laying against her chest as her head lay on your shoulder.

You tuck a strand of auburn hair behind her head, she looked so pretty, so so pretty that it make your clit twitch in your panties.

Growing desperate for her far to quickly, you tap her cheek softly and her eyes flutter open, they look so soft as she glances around coming to reality “yeah?”

“Want you to watch it with me, remember?” You whine at her.

“Oh fuck, yeah I’m sorry” she says, tilting her head down in sorrow.

You hook your finger under her chin, lifting her head up and looking into her eyes “hey hey, it’s okay sweetheart” you lean forward and peck her on the cheek gently, pulling your head away and watching her cheeks blush a deep red you place your palm onto the top of her thigh, as she squeezes them together, squirming in her seat. “Fuck it!” You think to yourself.

You trace light circles onto her leg through the denim, her face is roasting by now as she watches the screen in front of her, pretending she can’t see your soft gaze on her face shamelessly “Ellie” you whisper

“Yeah?” She whispers, eyes still on the screen, so scared to meet yours, scared she might cum just from your teasing and pretty eyes.

“Ellieee” you say impatiently and her eyes finally land on you, you look around the room, noticing the only other people there, a couple, a good distance away from you both.

You tilt your head as a way of saying “come here” with a teasing smirk.

She looks at you so stupidly, mouth agape, in genuine shock you, you laugh before shrugging your shoulders at her and raising an eyebrow, she huffs out a nervous laugh “okay” she says so gently before she clumsily crawls onto your lap, face-to-face with you.

Her quick breaths hit your face as you lean in admiring her in the low lighting, her eyes still so bright, you brush your fingertips along the denim that covered her thighs in an attempt to calm her.

You’re almost nose-to-nose with her as you whisper “hey” sheepishly.

She smiles so hard that the corners of her eyes crinkle “hey” she replies, staring into your eyes, you both just sit like that for a moment, admiring each other, until she breaks the silence with a tremble of fear in her throat “c-can I kiss you?” she almost begs.

You just nod lightly and she instantly, cautiously hooks both her arms around your neck and leans forward, closing her eyes as her lips press to yours sweetly, her chest heaving from the light touch, a little smacking sound happening as she pulls her pout from yours as you open your eyes just in time to see hers flutter open so softly.

You mimick her stutter from earlier as you repeat her question back to her “c-can I kiss you?” She only smiles as her palms land on the back of your head, pushing your face gently towards hers “please”.

And just like that your lips are on hers again but this time you take lead over the sweet girl perched on top of your lap, rolling your tongue across her bottom lip, causing her mouth to drop open and a little whine to leave her as you slide your tongue across hers, tasting her, she tastes so sweet as she huffs into your mouth lightly, her fingers skimming your waist beneath your top, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin.

“elliee” you whine quietly against her mouth, she pushes your shoulders back, disconnecting you both as her green orbs looks into yours so desperately.

She looks over each of her shoulders, making sure both of you haven’t caught anyone’s attention yet before her head dips, watching her movements, she can’t believe what she’s doing as she slowly grinds onto your thigh, her eye’s land on yours, begging you for approval.

Your teeth lands into your bottom lip as you take in the sight of the literal goddess in front of you, your hands trailing up to her hips as you guide her.

You leanforward, keeping an eye on the couple in front of you as you trail kisses up her neck, hearing her whisper your name in praise.

“It’s okay baby, I got you” you say as you start to move your thigh with her grinding, “mhmm” she whines in your ear littering the side of your face with kisses, you feel her breathing down your skin, causing goosebumps as both of you work to make her feel so good.

She’s grinding onto you so desperately as her arms around your neck pull you closer, her whimpers and slight squelching sounds fill your ears, you’re lost in thought as you feel the weight of her on your lap, the movements of her on your leg, it felt so right, almost like she belonged on you.

“fingers” she begs quietly, interrupting your thoughts.

“You sure baby?, you can barely handle what I’m giving you right now” you tease, licking up the side of her throat.

Her grinding gets more frantic as she stutters, already out of breath “p-please, I can h-handle I-ugh”.

“Yeah?”

She nods into your skin.

You continue to tease her, reaching under her hoodie and tracing your fingers along her waist band as your other hand reaches up and tweaks at her soft nipple, causing a moan to fall from her lips “shh-sh-sh-sh, gotta be quiet mama” you remind her as you fumble with the button on her jeans and cup her wet pussy over her boxers, feeling her literally leak through them, her warm slick coating your fingertips as you circle her clit with two fingers, causing her to mewl.

Your hand comes up to cover her mouth as you look at her with fake annoyance and you hear her mumble a faint “sorry” under your palm as she grinds into your fingertips.

You lean forward, your lips brushing her ear “good girl” you praise her and her hips jerk forwards. Kissing her breasts through her hoodie as you slip your fingers into her boxers and listen to her gasps at the contact of you on her clit, you look up, your eyes on hers as you leave a slobbery mess of saliva on her hoodie.

Your digits are drenched as you kiss her to cut off her sounds while you slide a finger inside her, feeling her clench on you “ffuck, so t-tight” you moan about out as you pump in and out of the auburn haired girl.

You can’t help it, you slide a second finger inside her, struggling to enter her, you worry you’re hurting her but the look on her face tells you “don’t stop” as you start massaging that spongy spot inside her a pornographic moan leaving her as you press onto the back of her head, pushing her face into your cleavage “shut the fuck up Ellie” you thrust angrily into her, hearing how soaked she is, whimpers leaving her mouth as she fucks your fingers back, riding them softly.

As much as you love this, she got to shut up or you’re gonna have to stop, between the sounds leaving her cunt and her mouth, your little corner in the cinema was gonna get invaded by unwanted eyes.

“Suck” you tell her as you push her face deeper into your cleavage and she starts to suckle on the skin softly, soothing and silencing herself as your other hand comes down and cups her ass, guiding her, your thumb rubs little circles into her clit, you feel her wet warm walls pulse around you as her drool leaks between your breasts “d-don’t s-stop, ohh” she pleads as her legs start to twitch and tears prick her eyes.

“C’mon baby, give it to me”

Her teeth sink into the fat of your breasts to shut herself up, almost drawing blood. She’s so fucking messy, her slick dripping into your palm “give it to mama, fuck please” you say so desperately as she squeals into your chest, you feel the vibrations of her voice against your heart, her cum drenching your fingertips, you slowly continue to pump inside her, feeling her pulse onto your digits and her thighs shake in overstimulation.

“T-to m-uhh” she mumbles.

“Gimme one more mama” you curl your fingers, hitting her sweet spot “just one more baby” you’re hitting that spongy spot inside her so right “can you do that for me?”.

Her gaze meets yours, teary, weak and desperate for you “mhmm mama, oh-only for you” the people in front of you are subtly glancing behind them, giving you both dirty looks, anger builds in your chest, it’s that fucking bitch from the bathroom “shut the fuck up” her words ring in your head.

You pull out and rub her bundle of nerves quickly, harshly and causing tears to fall from her eyes as both her palms cover her mouth but your other hand pulls them away from her face, her eyes pop out her head as you nod at her reassuringly “be as loud as you wan-“ you’re stopped as her head turned to them, you smack her clit, causing her to squeal and direct her attention back to you.

“You’ve earned it” you shove two fingers back inside her, making her scream so loud in pleasure, the brunette’s head whips to your face, her eyes bolting out her head when she notices you, you just roll your eyes at her presence and suck on Ellie’s jawline as you wink at her.

She grabs her bag and drags her boyfriend out the room as you slap Ellie’s clit harshly making her squeal so loud as the brunette slams the door after giving you one last dirty look.

“Thank god!” You think to yourself before picking Ellie up off of you and putting her down besides you, her eyes darting around in confusion “d-did i do something wrong?” She almost sobs out.

“No, no baby” you stand in front of her and place your palm on her cheek “no babyy” you coo with soft eyes, her gaze softens with yours and her breathing calms down.

“I just wanna taste my pretty girl” you say, getting on your knees in front of her, your fingers hook into her waistband “can I do that mama?”

She bucks her hips at your words “yes” she breathes her out and you pull the denim and her underwear to her knees and shimmy yourself up between her legs, the plush of her thighs against your face as you suck on the skin there, looking into her watery green eyes, only looking away to admire the tears rolling down her blushed cheeks.

Ellie yelps in surprise as you palm both her asscheeks, dragging her to the edge of seat and lick a stripe up her pussy, literally salivating at the taste, you swipe your tongue over her clit and her fingers dig into your hair and pull, a gasp leaving her mouth, you look up to see her hand on her chest as it raises and falls dramatically, her eyes piercing yours, in shock at how good she feels as you glide up and down her clit “oh g-od” her hips buck into your face.

You only shove your face deeper into the trembling girl, sucking and flicking at her already so sensitive pearl “pleasee” tears fall from her eyes as she pants through chapped lips “ride it” you instruct as you flatten your tongue, her feet is on the back of the chair behind you as she uses your mouth, her warm slick coating your nose down, dripping down your chin as one of your hands tweaks her nipple while you slide your finger inside her, feeling her walls crush you “fffuck!” She squeals, her pelvis leaving the chair as a steady stream of liquid leaves her, her nails digging into the armrests and her body trembling.

You continue thrusting into her softly as you lick all over her folds, cleaning her up as she comes down from her high, you lean up, her knees that are still on your shoulders are touching her chest as you press your lips to hers while you softly pull out of her “you did so good for me Ellie” you praise her as she pulls you in for another kiss “th-thank you” she breathes. You kiss her on the forehead “you deserve it” you brush her sensitive clit with your fingertip just to hear one more moan from her, giggling to yourself while you tell her “let’s get you tidied up angel” a weak “mhm” is all she can manage as you pull her trousers back up and pat her messy hair down “so pretty” you say and she can’t help but blush more at your words.

You grab her hand helping her weak legs lead to the bathroom as you sit her on the edge of the sink, kissing her face, cleaning her tear stained glasses and retying her hair, she almost looks like she didn’t get railed by you ten minutes prior, almost, but the look in her eye as she watched you reapply your lipgloss told a completely different story “wanna try?” You offer and she nods her head a sleepy smile on her lips as the wand traces her mouth “perfect” you say, gripping her chin and facing her to the mirror.

Your eyes meet hers in the reflection “so, so perfect” you promise as she smiles at your words, she leans closer and steers you towards her, sheepishly placing another peck to your lips, her fingers interlacing with yours as she grips your waist with the other hand, your hand on her shoulder, she whispers “you’re so perfect” with a twinkle in her eye, placing a wet peck to your forehead and squeezing your hand “so, so perfect” she smiles…

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thebearer · 1 year

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thinking abt milf!reader and dilf!carmy fucking in her mom car on date night 😵‍💫😵‍💫

minors dni 18+

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, hold on." Carmen hissed, head ducking low, you still lodged between his legs. He was hunched over you, uncomfortably in the backseat, pants undone around his thighs, your hand palming him through his boxers.

Carmen's hands twisted with the lever in the back, pulling and yanking on the small handle. "This shit... Swear to God, it never fuckin'- ah!" The second row seat folded, falling back with a satisfied clank! into the trunk. "Here, baby, lay back here f'me." Carmen rasped, pushing back so you could shimmy to the open seat, past the car seat on the right side.

Sugar had graciously agreed to babysit for the night, staying with baby Teddy while you and Carmen went out for a proper date night. Letting Carmen wine and dine you, taking you to a fancy restaurant, sitting in a back corner booth. You sat next to him, his hand on your thigh, pouring your wine into a glass. You let him cut your quail, he could always do it so quickly. Plus the way his hands flexed, veiny and precise with movements. You were sure you were dripping though your dress.

Your head was dizzy with wine, pulling Carmen into a sweet, deep kiss by the car. An SUV, the Mommy Mobile is what Richie deemed it. A mom car, reasonable and appropriate, safe for a baby. Plus, it had lots of room.

“Hurry, Carmy.” You whined, feeling him shuffle between your legs, pushing them apart. “Need you, honey.”

“I got it, I got it, let me just.” Carmen pulled himself out, jerking himself a few times. “Fuck, you ready? Good?”

You nodded, wiggling your hips closer to his. Carmen hunched over, pushed himself into you slowly, letting himself fill you up with every slow roll of his hips into yours. You gasped, back arching off the car’s interior, grabbing at Carmen’s arms.

“Fuck, ohmygod, Carmen that feels good.” You gasped, nails sinking into his skin.

“Good? It’s good? Doesn’t hurt?” Carmen had been scared to hurt you since Teddy. You supposed it was rational, he’d seen you practically ripped apart with Teddy, nearly passing out in the delivery room. The doctor had cleared you weeks ago, but still, Carmen was nervous.

“No, baby, feels good. S’good, Carm.” You whined, clenching around him. “Move please.”

Carmen let himself fall on top of you gently, his chest to yours, forearms propping himself up. You whimpered gently, his hips rolling, chest rubbing against your sensitive nipples still sore from Teddy’s feedings.

“God, I missed you.” Carmen groaned, pushing himself deep inside of you, hips rolling slowly. “Missed having you like this.”

You grabbed at his hips, moving to his ass, pressing him deeper inside of you. You just wanted to feel him for a moment, feel him inside you, how good he made you feel.

“I missed you, baby.” You whispered, looking back at his dazzling eyes, still shining in the dark of the car. “So much.”

“You feel amazing.” Carmen groaned, his forehead to yours, shuddering breath on your lip.

“Still?” You laughed lightly, whimpering as his cock brushed your sweet spot, leaving you gushing.

“Fuck yeah, still.” Carmen muttered. The sound of your wetness, the squelch from him fucking you, oh it was sick and beautiful to Carmen. Made his cock twitch inside of you. “Still the best pussy on earth. Even better now.”

You laughed, one arm wrapping around his neck. “Thank you.” You grinned. “Got a pretty good dick, Berzatto. Feels- oh! right there, Carm- Feels good.”

“Good?” Carmen repeated. You nodded, eyes pinched closed in pleasure. He moved, pressing your legs up, hoisting one over the back of the seat. “Let me make you feel better.”

Then he was fucking you, a new angle that had your eyes rolling back, gasping and writing in pleasure in the back seat, one leg wedged behind the car seat, the other gripping the back of the baby mirror on the seat while Carmen spilled inside of you.

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kylrim · 9 days

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Collection of drawings on magmar the artists there were so cool ohmygod and the last one was from a few weeks ago :]c

#kylrim's art #oh yeah btw trans Lucas is canon in this account #he's my entire life.. my baby..#earthbound is amazing breathe if you agree

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booksooks · 15 days

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𝑳𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝑫𝒂𝒚 3.2

Author's Note: Enjoy!

Content: Twilight. That's the content warning.

Word Count: 2051

Summary: Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

“Hanami literally what do I do?” You wailed, pacing around your small corner of the room. It was only around 5pm, but that meant you only had three hours until you were meeting Shigaraki for the movie.

“Didn’t you meet him like, two days ago?” Hanami asked, not looking up from her computer. “Why are you so worked up about this?”

You groaned and threw your hands up in the air. “I dunno! Cause- he like, flirted with me earlier, I think, and he’s really cute in like a wet cat kind of way!”

Hanami laughed, whether it was at your behavior or your word choice you couldn’t tell. “He’s just a guy. Calm down. It’s not like you’re going to be in his dorm or anything, you’re just going to be watching a movie on the lawn.”

You nodded and let out a pathetic noise. You seriously needed to work on some shit if you were this worked up over a guy after knowing him for two days. “Just- augh.” You sat down in your chair with a heavy sigh.

“Augh?”

“Augh. Hanami, what's wrong with me?”

“Attachment issues?”

You gaped at her in mock disgust. “Haven’t you only known me for two days?”

“Yeah, and I can already tell you have attachment issues,” Hanami joked, making a heart with her hands at you from her bed.

“Wow,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes. You froze. “Ohmygod, wait, what if he thinks I’m being desperate?”

“Aren’t you?”

“...That’s not the point,” you said, pouting. “Anyway, should I like… bring food or something?”

Hanami looked at you disparagingly. “We don’t really have… movie snacks…”

You glanced at the meager little snack cart that you had placed by your bed. “I have plantain chips.”

Hanami deadpanned. “Really?”

“Oh my god, wait, what if he’s allergic to plantain chips?”

“Do you even know what movie it is?”

“No.”

You jumped back up and started pacing again, anxiety coiling underneath your heart. Hanami only stared at you as you walked a groove into the floor. You grumpily snatched up a lollipop (caramel apple, because fuck you they’re good), and decided you would get some homework done before the movie, to keep your mind from running into next week.

It wasn’t long before it was two minutes till eight, and your phone buzzed.

You coming? From Shigaraki.

yuh! i’ll bring a blanket too!

You sighed and shut your phone off, slipping it into your back pocket before grabbing the blanket that lived at the end of your bed.

“Right,” you sighed. “I’m off. No plantain chips.”

Hanami looked up at your thrown-back shoulders, courtesy of false bravado that everything would be fine. She smiled at you. “You’ll be fine. Just relax and have fun.”

“Right,” you repeated with a nod. “It’ll be fine.”

With one last self-reassuring sigh, you left your room, and made your way to the lawn of Briggs Hall, which was directly in front of your building. The air outside nipped at your face and fingers, and you buried them deeper into the blanket in your arms as you looked around for Shigaraki’s pale hair. You did spot it, eventually, lit up by his phone as he stared down at it quietly, set pretty far away from everyone else.

You shook any last nerves off and made your way over to him, calling his name quietly when you got close enough to not have to shout to be heard. Ahead of the both of you, a projector screen was flickering blue as the movie got set up, and you threw the blanket over the ground next to Shigaraki. He looked up at the sound of his name.

“Hey,” he said, nodding at you. He shuffled over from his place on the grass and tucked his phone away.

“Hi,” you replied, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the blanket. “Do you know what movie they’re playing?”

Shigaraki grimaced, and you felt your heart sink as he muttered, “Twilight.”

Your shoulders fell and you groaned louder than was probably appropriate. “Dear God, why?”

The only response you got was a shrug as he looked up, the infamously cringey lines playing through the speakers as the quite honestly gorgeous forest scenery played out. The camera footage was shaky, and despite knowing that it was from someone’s perspective, you couldn’t help but wince. “This movie is so bad .”

Shigaraki snickered beside you, keeping his eyes on the screen. “At least I know you have good taste.”

You hummed and sighed, settling into the blanket and resigned yourself to watching the shitty acting and blue-tinted film. You found yourself wanting to die more than a little bit every time one of the characters opened their mouths, only to hesitate, or gasp, or stutter, or fry their voice.

“No one talks like this…” you muttered. “Not even back in the 2000s…”

“Did you read the books?”

You started as Shigaraki asked you a question, the full force of his intense red gaze on you. “Uh- no no. I mean, I started the first book, but I couldn’t finish it. Did you?”

Shigaraki nodded, which was surprising. “Toga kind of made me. Kept going on about some book club she wanted to start and then Dabi got into it. Not sure if he genuinely liked it or if it was just to peer pressure me into reading the damn series. I’ve never watched the movies though.”

You couldn’t hold back your snort at the thought of the tall, dark, brooding man liking something as cringe-worthy as Twilight. Shigaraki chuckled at your snort, and that sound was. Nice. Entirely too nice. You felt heat rush through your cheeks and you were glad for the distraction of the movie so Shigaraki didn’t have to see your flustered expression.

“Honestly, Dabi seems like the type,” you eventually muttered. “Like, unironically.”

“Don’t say that,” Shigaraki groused. He seemed annoyed now. “Nothing is ever ironic, or unironic.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, grammar police.”

He hummed, but didn’t say anything more. The next twenty or so minutes were spent in silence, just watching the shitty acting. Eventually Shigaraki spoke up again.

“Bella is so fucking stupid.”

You chuckled and nodded. You shifted and groaned softly; your back was starting to ache from being so hunched over, and you were starting to get uncomfortable. You huffed and eventually flopped onto your stomach, swinging your legs behind you like a teenage girl on the phone. A moment later, you were joined by Shigaraki, who had forgone kicking his legs up like you. You two were so close you could feel the warmth of his shoulder through his jacket, and you did your best to not turn and stare, to not tense up or even, God forbid, lean into him.

“This okay?” He asked quietly, almost a whisper.

You dared to glance at him. He was already looking at you, his eyes soft. You blinked rapidly at him, tried to not let how close he was affect you, tried not to stare, dammit. But he was so pretty up close, wavy, powder blue hair framing his face in a way that made him seem cute. Sure, his jaw was sharp, but he had more fat to his cheeks than his usual hunched posture would allow anyone to notice, and his eyes were lidded and sleepy. Seductive, almost.

His cracked lips pulled, the scar on the side of his mouth separating as he spoke. Wait, fuck he was talking.

“Sorry- uh, I-” you cleared your throat in a way that you hoped was casual and unfortunately you knew wasn’t. “I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.”

“I asked if this was okay, and you didn’t respond so I asked if you were okay. You were staring.”

His tone was entirely too smug.

“Yeah! Yeah yeah, I’m fine. This is fine. All fine.” Your heart felt like it was trying to crawl out of your throat.

Shigaraki nodded, still looking smug and radiating that same energy that felt suffocating. There was a tension that felt overwhelming. You pursed your lips and looked up ahead at the screen.

“This is the skin of a killer, Bella.”

The tension broke, and you buried your face in your hands, snorting. Shigaraki chuckled beside you, and you felt like you could breathe again.

The rest of the movie passed in a calmer manner. You two would occasionally crack jokes at the character’s expense, mocking them enough that eventually some people in front of you turned over their shoulders and sent nasty glares your way, and you piped down. You still couldn’t stop the quiet groans of discomfort at the bad acting and gag-worthy fight scenes. Seriously, who shouted like that? It was gross. And you told Shigaraki as much, who, to your heart’s delight, snickered quietly every time and only encouraged you further.

You shivered at the crisp night air wrapping around you, it had only gotten colder the later it got. Shigaraki shifted next to you again, resting his chin on intertwined hands as the final scenes of the dumb movie played out. The screen illuminated his face, highlighting his features prettily, and despite the both of you having been scoffing, his eyes were soft.

Fuck, you were staring again. But he hadn’t noticed, or you hoped he hadn’t noticed. The both of you were in a quiet, calm little bubble, away from the rest of the world, and you… liked it. You liked being alone with him, it was nice. It was broken by Shigaraki huffing at the final scenes, Bella and Edward being ridiculously awkward.

The end credits began to roll and the screen dimmed. You inhaled sharply, the cold air stinging your lungs. It was moments like these that made the now-returning, unspoken tension between you almost unbearable in its quiet intensity. People sat and stood up around you and started heading back to their dorms, and you felt Shigaraki stand up, too. You watched as he stretched, his tummy showing just barely, and he groaned as the stiffness left his muscles.

His gaze flickered at you, watchful, content.

“So, what’d you think?” You asked, sitting up and stretching your arms behind your head yourself.

“It was… bad.” Shigaraki wrinkled his nose in disgust and stepped off your blanket, and you followed suit. “Like, really fucking bad.”

You only shook your head in agreement and stood up, grabbing your blanket and folding it neatly. “Definitely funny, though,” you told him. “In like a, ‘this is so bad it’s hilarious,’ kind of way.”

He nodded, agreeing with you. “I guess.”

You nodded back, the both of you standing awkwardly as the movie players started dismantling everything. You rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet. Silence stretched between you.

“Well, I should let you go to sleep,” you muttered eventually. “It’s 10pm.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “See you in class tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

You watched as he walked back towards your dorm, then realized, oh shit, you lived there too, and skittered after him. He was waiting at the door, holding it open as he watched you make the most awkward, “I’m not sprinting but I’m also not walking,” jog in your life. You ducked underneath him and opened the next door for him, and all of a sudden the silence was too loud. You bit your lip to stop yourself from blurting out something stupid.

The trek to your room was faster than you’d have liked, and you gave Shigaraki one final wave as he disappeared down the hallway. You flopped down into your chair and buried your face in your hands. Hanami snickered at you.

“That bad?” She prodded.

“Omigawd, Hanami!” You whined through your fingers in despair. “It was fine up until the very end!”

Hanami looked up at you from her bed, her voice sympathetic. “What happened?”

You let out a groan, allowing your hands to fall into your lap. “It- we- ugh.”

Hanami waited patiently.

“It was fine, and then the movie ended and I didn’t know what to say, and shit just got awkward, and then we left, and it was just… so awkward.”

“You poor thing,” Hanami cooed, less sympathetic. “I’m sure things will get better. Just give it time.”

You could only hope she was right.

End Notes: i <3 writing for hanami shes based off my actual roommate (she's not teasing me abt a hot cool crush tho 😔)

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Desperate (sex and zombies- chapter 14)

pairing- {Daryl x fem!reader}

summary- You find yourself needing a helping hand.

warning- 18+ content, immediate smut, no plot just absolute filth, humiliation, dirty talk, fingering, slight crybaby reader?

notes- If you are here for the overall plot, this scene would be placed back in the prison, before things actually pick up with Rick. During the week while they are ignoring each other because he lost it on her.

*For that sweet anon who wanted another Daryl chapter; I assumed you liked 'transient' because of his attitude and dirty talk, so I tried to keep that in. Let me know if this satisfied your needs <3

You laid there, shaking and whimpering like a little bitch. Overaware of your own sounds, covered in a light sheen of sweat, with the sheets kicked to the edge of the bed. Hand in your shorts, and fingers stuffed up your cunt as far as you could manage. It wasn't enough. You'd been at it for an hour at least. Breathing all heavy and fucking your own hand, trying to find some kind of relief in the heat of the non air conditioned prison. Sexually frustrated from... well everything really. Rick mostly. Him losing it on you. You were avoiding him like the plague, afraid to make him any more mad. Afraid that he'd hold a grudge, and that you'd never even have a shot with him. As silly as it sounded, it is what you'd wanted from the start, so you really didn't want to fuck up your chances now.

You picked up your pace, bucking your hips further onto the three digits you'd managed to fit in your sopping wet pussy. A pool of slick had already dampened the sheets below, proving just how desperate you were to finish. Fuck. Why can't you finish? It's not like you'd never touched yourself before. You knew your own body. Right?

You were just stressed. At least that's what you figured. Stressed from the farm, and being on the road, and then the prison. Everything that had happened since arriving. It was really dampening your mood.

You let out a frustrated cry and bit your lip hard, trying to contain your emotions, still finger fucking yourself as fast as you were able to, but every time you thought you were close, it would just disappear. A salty tear slipped down the side of your face. Oh my god. How pathetic are you? You can't even make your own self c-

"Hey- Oh shit."

You ripped your hand out of your shorts and immediately went for the sheets, pulling them up to cover your embarrassment.

"What the fuck Daryl, have you never heard of knocking?!"

"Sorry I didn't know you were- I thought you had a headache..." Daryl stood, rather awkwardly right at the entrance of your cell. The curtain swaying slightly from where he'd just interrupted your, not so peaceful, privacy.

"I did-" you took a deep breath. You actually did, a few hours ago. And then you woke up feeling much better and weirdly aroused from some dream you couldn't quite remember. So you thought, what better time then to rub one out while no-one would bother you.

Your whole face was on fire, the humiliation of the situation setting in completely. "Just get out please." You covered your eyes with your hands and the sheet, attempting to shield your entire self from his gaze. No way were you coming now.

"Were you- uh, were you touchin' yourself?" His mouth was curled into a funny little smirk.

"Get. Out. " You said through your teeth, this time looking up at him, giving your absolute best death glare.

He stepped closer, confusion forming on his brows.

"Were you crying? " He asked, taking a couple steps closer, making your whole body burn bright red. Ohmygod just leave already.

"No." You quickly wiped away the wetness on you cheek.

"Well it looks like you were crying."

"I just- can you get the hell out please. Fuckin' seriously."

"Hey," his face softened at your tone. "I'm not tryna be mean okay. I was just checking up on you. Thought I'd bring you some water." He waved the bottle in the air, the sound of the liquid splashing around inside the plastic.

You didn't answer, instead just trying to focus on your heart rate that wouldn't calm the hell down.

"Why were you crying?" He asked, really sincere this time.

"I can't-" you sighed again. Pulling your knees up and burying face as you admitted the reason. "I can't finish. It's- I don't know, it's like I'm broken or something."

"You're not broken," He sat on the edge of the bed, a hint of amusement in his voice. He was way too close for comfort, and the fact that your sleep shorts were soaked through with your own wetness didn't help. "You're propably just stressed. A lot's been happening."

You nodded into your knee, not caring to make eye contact with the man. You'd asked him to leave a million times already and he clearly wasn't listening.

"You want some help?" He offered, hand coming up to your calf, gently squeezing it.

You scoffed an almost laugh. "Um no. I want you to leave."

"You uh... You sure?" His eyes travelled down to the wet spot on the bed, which you quickly moved to cover with your leg.

"Daryl I swear to fucking god-"

"Hey-" he moved forward, hands on your legs, pushing them apart and leaning in to you. "Relax. You've helped me out once or twice, c'mon. Let me. Last I checked, you can finish with me... Unless you've been fakin' it or somethin'..."

"Ugh." You fell back in frustration, head hitting the cushiony pillow below. "You don't get it. I've been trying for an hour and it just like..." You tried to come up with how to describe it. "Like it's never enough, I get so close and then it just... it hurts."

"So you gave yourself blue balls?"

What a freakin' boy. "Yeah, I guess if that's what you wanna call it." You rolled your eyes, propping yourself up on elbows, seeing him in between your legs. A patient look on his face. His bulging muscles extra apparent in his tight black long sleeve. Jesus Christ he was just making it worse.

"Try again." He suggested.

"I've been trying Daryl. It's not fuckin' working."

"Just," he grabbed your hand, and positioned at your core. "Let me see. Try again. Touch yourself."

The second the words left his mouth you felt a jolt in your pelvic muscles. His energy shifted from playful to possessive.

"I don't really-"

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." He counter argued. True. Though it felt different. More... intimate. Being on display wasn't really your thing.

"C'mhere." He tugged at your legs, pulling you down the bed and settling himself on the other end, one leg crossed under himself as the other hung over the tiny mattress, foot planted on the ground. "Take your shorts off."

You still felt the pink on your cheeks but the thought of actually finishing did help tame some of the embarrassment. You shimmied out of the shorts, tossing them to the ground.

"Shirt too."

"Daryl-" You warned. He was pushing boundaries for sure.

"Take the shirt off." His eyes were dark and you couldn't help but stare at the very prominent outline pulling at the denim of his jeans.

You swallowed hard and took the top off in one fluid motion, nipples immediately forming little peaks on your supple breasts. He licked his lips, hands twitching, ready to touch you, but holding back. Situating himself even further into the mattress.

"Well go on, show me what you were doin' before I walked in here."

You shook your head at him.

"Do it. Or I won't touch you at all. Is that what you want? Do you want me to leave you here all hot and bothered? Or do you wanna come?"

"I wanna come." You whispered. So quiet it was a shock he even heard.

"Then go on. Show me."

You closed your eyes and let your head fall back. Trying to escape into the marshmallowy mattress. And despite your reluctance, your fingers trailed down your stomach and reached your clit. Rubbing it a few times and falling on a circular pattern. Breath steadily moving your chest up and down, as you went to grab at your nipple with your other hand. Pinching it a little, trying to emulate what Daryl often liked to do to you.

"That's sure hot n' all, but it definitely ain't what you were doin' when I walked in."

You let out an unintentional sound at the thought of him watching. The thought of him being turned on by you touching yourself. You moved your hand even lower, middle finger dragging through your wetness and back up, spreading it onto your clit. Then dipping down again and inserting one digit. You swore you could hear Daryls breath hitch. You continued pumping in and out and soon added another finger.

"Look so pretty like this, all wet and needy." He said, his own hand finally making its way to your leg. Pushing you open so he could see you even better. "How's it feel?"

"Uh- It- It's ok," You grunted out, curling your fingers towards yourself, trying to focus on the end goal and not the way he was staring right into you.

"Relax your shoulders." He demanded, shifting around on the bed. "And breath." You did as he said, not realizing how tense you were. You stayed there with your eyes closed and your mind started drifting to thoughts about his own fingers instead.

"I don't think it's working Daryl." You huffed as you slipped your fingers out, rubbing them both on your clit from side to side.

"It's workin' for me." He quipped. A hand now on your thigh, squeezing down on the muscle of your quad.

Another tear escaped your eye with a shaky breath. What the actual fuck was wrong with you.

"Aw baby, don't cry." He leaned over you, an adorable smirk plastered on his face, as he wiped the frustrated tear from your face. "Why don't you keep rubbing and I'll try and help you out, okay? I ain't gonna leave you here like this alright?"

You nodded pathetically up at him. His dark hair falling into his eyes as he dipped down and placed a sweet kiss on your belly.

"Don't you fuckin' tease me Dixon I swear-"

"-to fucking god, yeah, I know." He kissed downwards once more, closer to where your hands had come to a stop, right above your clit. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?"

You whimpered. Absolutely aching for his beautiful eight inches to be filling up your cunt, destroying your cervix and making you cream all over him and those jeans he always kept half way on.

You kept rubbing fast circles onto your puffy nub. His own hand moved to your slit, startling you a little, at first. But as soon as he had three fingers, knuckle deep and fucking right into your sweet spot, you could barely form a cohesive thought. Just Him. His pretty blue eyes, his biceps flexing as he worked you into a writhing mess. His deep southern voice whispering a plethora of dirty little comments. One in particular, telling you to shut the fuck up before Rick walked in and caught you being a desperate little slut. It was working. Whatever he was doing was clearly working, because you could feel the extremely overdue orgasm starting to build. The familiar feeling of a knot forming in your stomach. Ready to unravel.

"How are you so good at that?" You asked him through laboured breaths, involuntarily fucking yourself onto his hand. Not that he minded. His eyes were glossed over and locked in on what he was trying, and very much succeeding at doing.

"You gonna come for me baby?" He ignored your question.

"Yeah I'm - Yes. yes." You would. At that pace you definitely would. He moved your hand out of the way and dipped down, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss to your clit. He huffed out a laugh against you at your reaction. Tightening around his fingers and letting out the most pathetic sob he'd heard all day. The vibration of his laugh sending you into orbit. He sucked on your clit as he curled his fingers, physically pulling the orgasm right out of you. Your head shot up off the mattress and your hands went right to his hair, keeping him held down, "Don't stop, Don't stop-" You moaned, feeling your core shake as you finally climaxed. The orgasm itself lasting a record breaking amount of time, until the tongue on your pussy was just too much and he pulled his fingers out, glistening white with your cum.

"Think you made a little mess sunshine." He said, licking clean each of his fingers. The sight making your stomach do a backflip. You could feel the rest of your cum on the sheets below, all wet and gooey. You could already go again. Actually you needed to. Even though you had finally finished, you wanted him. To feel every thick inch of him fucking you into another mind blowing orgasm.

"You got one more in there for me?" He asked, as if reading your mind. Leaning himself back up and starting at his belt.

"Yes daddy." You clamped both hands onto your mouth. Why the fuck would you say that? His eyes got all big as he grinned at your response.

He chuckled, "Y'know I won't make fun of you for that today, with you cryin' and all, but I hope you know I won’t forget that."

You groaned. Knowing it would come back to bite you in the ass. "Please can we just-"

"I got it." He pushed you back down, settling between your legs. His cock seeming a lot more intimidating than you previously remembered. Standing proud in his hand as he jerked himself a few times, aligning himself between your legs. He pushed himself in, throwing his head back as he grunted. The pressure making you both moan.

"So fuckin' wet for me aren't you?"

"Yes, all for you Daryl, so fuckin' wet..." you trailed off, eyes rolling back into your skull. He fucked you hard and slow, drawing it out nice and long. He was so used to quickies in a car or in the basement of an abandoned house, that he'd forgotten what it felt like to actually fuck someone. To really experience it. And was he ever experiencing it. His pupils completely blown, watching you squirm on his cock. His shirt pushed half up his abdomen, hands gripping your thighs and positioning them wherever he wanted. As soon as he had them up and over his shoulders, that tight, burning sensation hit the sides of your nose, forcing a few more tears out of your pretty doe eyes. Out of pure pleasure this time instead of pain.

Eventually he moved both your legs to the side, contorting you into a twisted mess of sobs. Grabbing your face and forcing you to watch his pelvis slam against your asscheeks over and over. That's it. With the grip on your jaw, and his cock buried deep, you let out a raspy moan, tugging on the comforter until your knuckles were white, signalling you reaching your climax. You didn't even have to let him know. You let the feeling wash through your core as he fucked you through it. He pulled out quickly and shot thick white ropes onto your skin and the sheets below. Too far gone to care that you'd need a shower, even though you'd already taken one that morning.

"Fuck." You whispered, as he collapsed down next to you, pulling his boxers back up.

"Yeah..." He was out of breath, Just laying next to you, hand moving to tickle a pattern onto your knee. You grabbed the sheets, pulling them up and wiping off.

"Hand me that sweater, will you?"

He grabbed the oversized sweater off the ground, handing it to you, you slipped it over your head and climbed halfway over him, reaching into your bag and grabbing some clean boy shorts, slipping them on as well. Then collapsing right back next to Daryl. To rest your shaky legs.

"I told you, you aren't broken." He tickled your thigh, biting back a laugh as you smacked his shoulder.

"God you're such an asshole." You chuckled along with him.

"What's that baby? You think daddy's actin' like an asshole?'

Your smile dropped and you could almost feel the tears forming again. "You promised..." He'd already forced a few too many emotions out of you for the day. You just didn't have it in you to take the jokes at your expense anymore.

"I'm sorry!" He put his hands up in surrender. "Seriously!" He smiled sweetly at you. You let him take your hand, pulling you up off the bed. "C'mon, let's go get you washed up. They're probably making' supper right now."

The entire time you ate, he kept grazing the bare skin of your thighs, toying with the hem of your sweater and glancing at you through his peripheral. It was a miracle that no one asked why you were blushing so hard.

#smut #twd fanfiction #sinsandsweetness #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x y/n #sexandzombies #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl twd #daryl fanfiction

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toastedkiwi · 2 years

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Ohmygod! How did all the readers react to Chris being sexiest man alive?!

Shy was like “I’ve been telling you this whole time and I knew it. And it took them long enough to realize.” She did make him a cake. A sweater she made him actually made it into the photo shoot and into the magazine. Chris made sure she got credited for making that sweater.

Snowboarder cringed because that’s her dad. He’s a fucking meatball. He isn’t sexy to her. He’s a handsome dude on some occasions but nothing more. She had a buddy film her reaction which is her screaming and launching herself off a cliff. Don’t worry, there’s snow below and she’s already broken her arm.

Traumatized Daughter just had a long sigh. This wasn’t something she was expecting to happen.

Star Wars Actress was throwing him a party and was claiming “THATS MY MAN!” while Presley is like “THATS MY DADDY!”

Roomie sent him flowers with a crown and a little note that says congrats.

Model bought a bunch of magazines. Made some calls to have some of the photos blown up and framed. She’s in the process of making sure that every single one of the properties they have will have said photos. She’s also planning a big celebration on that Friday. She is gonna spoil her golden retriever.

Popstar Evans laughed because excuse me, what? That’s her brother. He’s a handsome man but sexy? That’s fucking disgusting. She does send him flowers. Henry sent him a bigger bouquet and put on the card “you fucking did it, you son of a bitch. I’m so proud of you. xoxo - your one true love.”

Haley Dunphy rolled her eyes.

BFF Kard was like “I FUCKING TOLD YOU AND YOU DIDNT FUCKING BELIEVE ME!” Plus she knew a long time ago. She knew the second he got the call. She was at the shoot. She posed him a couple times. She fluffed his hair. She gave him pep talks. She made him laugh. She composed an outfit.

Love of his life was like “and you come home to me? People’s Sexiest Man Alive?” She couldn’t believe it.

Pageant Star put a crown on his head and said, “there’s my sexiest man alive.” She had a big smile on her face.

Mama didn’t realize until a week later. She had been busy with kids and she’s been working her ass off too. She hadn’t been on social media. Also, Chris never mentioned it to her when they talk nor anybody else. She’s on the Kelly Clarkson Show to promote her latest project when Kelly tells her “congratulations on your husband being crowned the sexiest man alive last week.” Mama said “what do you mean?!” Then the magazine cover is on the screen. She literally said “what the fuck?! He didn’t tell me shit!” She walked off set and got her phone from her manager. She proceeded to call Chris. She was sent to voicemail. Kelly is laughing hysterically. Mama said “you knocked me up. —-First, you wormed your way into my life with Jackie. You then knocked me up. Trapped me! You dragged my ass to Boston to raise your mini-me’s together. You married me. And you mean to never tell me that you’re the Sexiest Man Alive? I had to find out from Kelly on the show. -I’m just done with you. Love ya but good day to you, you meatball.” Mama is just so exhausted.

Rockstar Neighbor sent him a fruit basket and leopard thong.

High School Teacher is dreading going in the next day for school.

Russian said to him “don’t be getting an eggo on me. You still a meatball. My meatball.”

Italian kissed both his cheeks and then lips. “I’m proud you got this title. You deserve it, Bambino,” she said.

Sailor knows she’s going to get shit when she comes back from leave. She can handle the America’s Ass because that’s hilarious. But Sexiest Man Alive? Try the Dumbest— the Lamest— the Boringest- the Annoyingest Man Alive. That’s her big brother, he’s not anywhere near sexy. But she did go out to dinner with him and the Rock with a few others to celebrate his title along with her being back stateside.

Kardashian has shirts made. Everyone is sent shirts. She’s got the pictures blown up and in her office (her mom does too). She surprised him on set with a cake. She humbly put in her Instagram bio “married to the sexiest man alive.”

News Reporter happily made the announcement for those who missed hadn’t seen it yet and bragged that it is her man.

Teen costar took to social media and asked for an immediate recall.

Animator sent him a drawing of Dodger with the sash that says “Goodest Boy Alive.” With Chris standing next to him in his own sash.

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bearthewhipsandscornsoftime · 1 year

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I found this sketch I’d done few weeks ago earlier for isozyme’s fic you’re not a religious person (but) on ao3. This has got to be one of my favourite gomens fics of all time I literally cannot express in words the emotions 😭😭

The speech bubble is supposed to say “Then it is love, and love cannot be wrong” (a quote from the fic) but my v’s look a lot like r’s lmao.

(I’m realising now that Crowley’s looking past Aziraphale, I forgot to draw the table properly, I have no idea what is going on with Azi’s clothes, and ohmygod the hands I hate them)(I also can’t remember how long Crowley’s hair was in the fic sorry 😭)

#good omens #good omens fanart #fanart #fanfiction #ineffable husbands #art #my stuff

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love-in-my-twenties · 2 months

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This week I've decided that I'm going to do things I've been postponing for months.

So...

Things I did

Bought and installed (I mean, paid the firm to install, obviously) an AC in my apartment with my dad

Tidied up my apartment (I can't believe I actually did it lmao)

Got rid of some of the boxes left after the new furniture

Things to do

Prepare my old phone for my dad

Clean up my apartment more !!

Buy and install new curtain blinds

Go to a doctor...

Catch up with uni notes from previous semester

Get rid of the rest of the boxes

Get rid of an old damaged chair that is still here idk why

Buy a pin board

Paint my window-sills

christmas. tree. ohmygod. i need to--

જ⁀➴ I also celebrated my birthday a few days ago and watched the first Olympics volleyball game today! (Not happy about the score but damn, it was a good one)

I'm working on my habits and routines too and it's, well, it's not going bad. It'll be easier now, since doing anything with AC is like 10x more pleasant and hopefully the olympics will make me wake up at reasonable hours.

Habits I want to stick to:

Drinking enough water

Watering my plants consistently

Eating healthy and REGULARLY

Daily pilates

Drinking matcha and green smoothies

Not forgetting about my meds

Waking up before 9:30 and going to sleep before 12:30 for now (will be shifting it slowly)

#MY BROTHER MADE ME A BATZ MARU CAKE it was so cuteeee (and yummy)#with the ac it's mostly my dad that handled it i have to admit #but i bravely spent long hours with the team first pricing it then installing #/lh!!!#diaryblr #personal diary #habits #routines #daily routines #daily life #uni life #psychology student #psych student #aesthetic #moodboard #to do #procrastination #my pics #happy bday me

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These past two months have filled me with nothing but tears. I was looking for a post I reblogged from you two years ago about the “warnings” Israel sends Palestinians before bombing their homes and cried reading it aloud again. May Palestinians one day be free and may their oppressor’s grey heads go down to the grave in blood.

ohmygod i know exactly the post youre talking about anon! i went back and looked at it also in the first week of israeli bombing this october bec zionists online kept bringing up those 'warnings,' as they always do, to justify bombing civilians. it's insane that this is seen as a mercy.

honestly, i've never felt so deeply heartbroken. i dont feel like watching a new show or reading my silly little poems or listening to taylor swift anymore. every waking moment of mine is consumed with the desperate need to do something - anything at all - for palestine. to spread awareness, and encourage people to donate, and deconstruct israeli propaganda bec this is all i can do now. i dont want to fall into despair and im doing my best to cultivate revolutionary optimism and hope!! i've cried and had nightmares and messed up my quizzes bec i cannot stop thinking about everything that's happening in palestine but!!! every single time, i have picked myself up and reminded myself that this is also a battle of perseverance, and we cannot afford to exhaust ourselves to the point that we cannot look after ourselves and therefore, cannot contribute to the cause.

my heart goes out to you anon and i hope you know that we are all united in our solidarity, in our collective pain and also in our collective struggle!! and youre aways welcome to reach out if it gets overwhelming and if you just need someone to talk to <3

(just a side note: i have personally been able to cope better with the despair ever since i started following more palestinian resistance-centric sources, e.g. the telegram channel, resistance news network + accounts like mellow.falahi on IG or revolutionaryem on X/TWT just to mention a few. these sources report on the activities of resistance forces + translate messages from different resistance factions + share news ab israeli aggressions all over occupied palestine, while also speaking about the long history of palestinian resistance/sharing speeches from iconic palestinian revolutionaries/sharing revolutionary artwork, etc. i think it's rlly imp to remember that palestinian resistance has existed ever since zionism landed in palestine (even before 1948) and that this is just one of many battles fought by the resistance. every single time, the palestinian people have survived and the palestinian resistance has survived. this time will be no different inshallah.)

#anon #free palestine #<3 #from the river to the sea palestine will be free

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nessituran · 6 months

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location: urban harvest

featuring: @deanharlan

In preparation for the impromptu sleepover she was planning later that night for her and her two best friends, Nesli thought she'd stop by Urban Harvest on her way back home. Which home for her these days, consisted of a cute cottage-style room she'd booked at Twelve Oaks Bed and Breakfast just a few miles south of the quaint grocer market. Being that her arrival home was unplanned and indefinite, to say the least, she was constantly making trips into town to gather comfort necessities she couldn't seem to find anywhere else. Even on the road.

She already managed to stock her shopping basket with two bottles of wine, her favorite halal snacks, a new bottle of shampoo and was going through a hoard of magazines when a girlish shriek practically lit the atmosphere and startled her out of her skin.

A young girl, who looked to be no more than thirteen started jumping up and down excitedly along with her two best friends as they chanted 'Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod' from the end of the aisle. The sight of them together, happy, young and innocent reminded Nesli of simpler times. Of her, Georgie, and Michelle walking to Bell's Grocery every summer and sneaking popsicles from the coolers. The gripping memory was enough to distract her from their persistent fangirling which only grew louder as the object of their praise drew closer. At first, Nesli had no idea what had spurred their dramatic outburst. Until it all became more crystal clear after she spotted a familiar head of blond hair and blue jeans. The same kind that had always belonged to one special man, who had a habit of bringing to life the butterflies in her stomach. Only this time, the butterflies felt more like bees. Stinging at her heart with each passing second her eyes lingered on his back in shock.

It was one thing to see him in her dreams late at night, or in her breakfast earlier that morning but it was a whole other to see him there in the flesh. When the last time she checked (which she'd admittedly done only an hour ago) there was no new signs of his whereabouts.

What was he doing here? Curious as she was of the answer, hearing the young girls call him by his name before bartering for his autograph, only reminded her she wasn't ready to find out. When it came to her fight or flight response - she chose flight once again. In an effort to get away before he could recognize her himself, Nesli turned on her heel. Albeit, too quickly, and ended up tripping over her own shoelace. The only thing that prevented her from kissing the floor was another shopper's cart which steadied her fall and she'd grabbed onto as they loudly questioned whether or not she was okay.

"I'm fine, really. Thank you." Cursing her clumsiness and their nosiness, Nesli didn't even have to look back to check whether or not Dean had clued in and noticed her. She could already feel the heat of his smoldering stare burning holes into her shoulderblades. While she could still run, she decided against it at this point. It only felt more wrong when he was able to watch her do it. Thus, she waited until the girls got what they wanted before she approached him red-faced and looking guilty than ever, like a kid who'd just gotten caught with their hands in a cookie jar. "Hi." Although a short word, it felt heavy when spoken out loud. "What--- You're here. In Georgia. Aren't you supposed to be in Seattle doing that interview?" Just because she left him without saying goodbye two weeks ago, didn't mean she didn't kept tabs on him or she didn't still have access to their shared calendar.

#𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 〉 thread.#with: dean harlan.#i tried making this short but didnt know how with the emotions and setting of the scene.#pls do not feel pressured to match.

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flowerypotter · 2 years

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thinking of you, with my head underwater

For some reason she thought something would be fundamentally - biologically - wrong about being with him; like his calloused hands and messy hair and clean childhood simply could not belong with her sharp smile and dirty blood. Even so, her body has embraced him as her own; nestling him in her cooked grip and keeping him safe inside.

summer jily! in love jily! they love each other!!! yes they do!!

read here or on ao3!

and you’re moving, through my bloodstream

with every heartbeat it’s getting hard to remember to breathe

(Upstream - Anna Bates)

August has a restlessness to it - an urgency she feels and fears cannot escape. Something has been brewing in the pit of her stomach, rotting her liver - she knows the word for it; oh she’s used it many times. Never with him though, not just yet.

As the third weekend of the month approaches and her boyfriend invites her for a refreshing day by the pool she finds herself pondering if the questionable amount of sunscreen she’s applied makes her look like a bit of a snowman. She's in the midst of reflecting this pressing concern when someone puts an arm around her.

‘Red, please get your boyfriend to come out and have some fun.’ Sirius greets her. ‘He’s been moping about you abandoning him since the minute you left. It’s kind of pathetic actually.’

Sirius Black had not changed since she last saw him, same raven-black hair and aristocratic features. Same carefully careless mannerisms and slightly crooked smile.

She grins. ‘Hello to you too Sirius.’

He pats her head. ‘We’re out back. Did you bring drinks?’

She wiggles the bag hanging from her fingers. ‘Do you know where-?’

‘Yes yes, go on, he’s over there.’

James is leaning on the gateway to his pool. Messy hair sticking up and sporting summer-tanned skin glowing incandescently. He’s mid-laughter when she looks.

She admires him and his blinding smile - not at all ready for the overwhelming feeling that arises from her lungs and into her brain - leaving her lightheaded and unbalanced. She stumbles on a tricky step and he rushes to right her. ‘All right there, Lily?’

And there go the butterflies, always when he calls her name. So many years of curses and vicious surnames blossomed into affectionate touches, secrets and summers by his side.

‘Yeah, just the heat I reckon.’ Ohmygod what is wrong with her, he's her boyfriend for god's sake. She shouldn’t be blushing and stumbling around like some school-girl with a crush. Although, fair to say, indeed she is.

‘And your enthralling physique Prongs, I know you make me stumble around you too.’ Sirius winks.

‘Fuck off’

He salutes, bringing two fingers up to his temple. ‘As you wish.’ And promptly jumps into the pool, splashing Lily and making her squeal in surprise. ‘Fuck you.’ She calls after him.

James chuckles in response and turns his head to her.

Lily looks at him then, cupping his head and bringing it closer to her; their lips brushing. She smiles. ‘Hi’ .

James smiles back. ‘Hi.’

They pull apart and he tugs her into a hug. She rests her chin on his shoulders and he presses a kiss the crown of her head. ‘How was your summer?’

‘James, I saw you two weeks ago.’

‘Oh so now it's a crime to ask about my girlfriend.’

‘Shove off.’ She makes to step away from her but he grabs her by the waist.

They stay in silence for a few seconds, the air heavy with something sweet. Maybe she’s imagining it but it seems as though they’re both trying to bite back the same words.

James kicks a stray rock and brings a hand up to his hair ‘I’ve missed you, you know.’

She looks down at the water to avoid the intensity of his gaze; his reflection is so bright it hurts her eyes. I’ve missed you too, so much I can taste it, so much I've had to stop myself from showing up on your doorstep and taking your face in my arms and shouting my love for you from the highest rooftop in this cursed city.

‘James..’ She starts, she almost says it right then.

‘Hi Lily’. Interrupts a voice before she can complete her answer.

Remus Lupin comes into the garden wearing a white t-shirt and green swimming trunks, he’s shouldering a bunch of towels and maneuvers them to one side as soon as she sees him, raising a hand in greeting.

‘Remus!’ Lily screams and runs up to hug him. She wraps his fingers around his neck, and they lose balance with the force of the impact, he laughs into her hair and pats her back.

‘Wow, I did not get that much enthusiasm. Did you Prongs?’ Sirius comes up from behind, raising his sunglasses to his head in contempt.

James sighs. ‘We all knew Moony would steal her away eventually.’

‘Tough luck, you had a good run there.’

‘Oh shut up’ Lily replies, making a very rude gesture that her mother would most definitely not approve of.

She brings her head closer to Remus’. ‘How was last night?’

He avoids her gaze ‘Oh, you know, same as usual.’ He nods at James and Sirius, now performing a fairly dramatic play in which she rips out each of their hearts and proceeds to stomp on them while executing some very intricate dancing routine. ‘They help.’

She nods. ‘I brought around that potion I told you about.’

He starts shaking his head. ‘Lily you don’t have to-’

‘I know.’ She turns to look at him. ‘I want to.’

He quiets. ‘Thank you.’

She presses a kiss to his cheek and hears the drowned screams arise behind her.

—--

He’s laying in the sun and she’s admiring the glow of his golden skin, and how basking in his light is making her see things differently. Like when she woke this morning and thanked a higher power for allowing her to be here at the same time as him. She doesn’t particularly believe in God, much to her family’s disamy; but it feels a bit sacrilegious, to be with him and offer nothing in return - to have him hold her and not ask for forgiveness.

She thinks if there is a God- if she ever met him, she’d just want to thank him, for everything; for him.

She leans down and presses a kiss to his sun-kissed forehead. ‘You’re hot.’

He squints up at her. ‘Thanks?’

She slaps his chest lightly. ‘Your temperature you idiot.’

He laughs softly and nods to the pool. ‘D’you want to go in?’

She offers her hand and pulls him up. ‘Sure.’

—

Of course she knows she has to say it first, it's the natural order of things. She knows he’s waiting for her, not wanting to pressure her, letting her take the lead - write their narrative. And she does feel it, deeply, inconsolably and seraphically. It is almost a tangible thing, a ball of light that has grown in the base of her throat, taking her breath away. But still- something stops her from saying it, fear maybe. Not of rejection- of acknowledgement, of admitting she’s out of control and he’s the only thing keeping her grounded, that she’s been burnt so many times and his kisses are a balm on her red-scrubbed skin.

Shaking her head out of its stupor- she plunges into the pool with a resounding splash, her muscles spasming from the cold.

Lily dives downwards, laying down at the very bottom of the pool, and looking up at the blurry surface.

She thinks about love; and how you dip your feet and get pulled down by the current, how you taste a drop and your head gets tipped back, throat bare, more and more being poured down your lips into your lungs, pooling until you’re drowning in it - gasping for breath but still thirsty for more. Always thirsty.

As her head breaks through the water to come up for air, she can feel his eyes following her every move. ‘Why don’t you quit staring and get in with me?’

He blushes a bit at getting caught, but quickly recovers - messing up his hair and standing to meet her at the edge of the pool. ‘Aren’t you cold?’ he looks up at the suddenly cloudy sky, ‘it’s about to rain I reckon.’

Lily circles his wrist and tugs. ‘Freezing. Come warm me up.’

He sputters out a laugh. ‘Alright then.’

As he takes off his T-shirt Lily can’t help but stare at his toned muscles, he smiles at her like he knows what she’s thinking and pushes himself into the water, grimacing when the cold hits him. ‘Fuck, it’s cold.’ he can hear Lily’s teeth start chattering. ‘C’mere’.

He brings her into her arms and rests his forehead on her shoulder. Rubbing her arms to bring some warmth into them.

Something screams inside of her. She realises that she’s in so deep she can barely feel the bottom.

Every time he does something like this - like kiss her temple or smile from across the room, or take her hand while having dinner with their friends, she feels as though that is it- she has no more love to give to him, no more space in her overflowing heart. He proves her wrong every time, there is always more pouring out of her into his ready steadfast hands.

The glistening warmth inside her is ready to spill out. ‘James.’

Her words must have sounded graver than intended because he quickly rights himself and looks in her eyes. ‘Lily?’ he asks ‘is everything alright?

‘Yes.’ she starts laughing nonsensically- the world’s secrets being revealed to her. It's so simple. ‘Yes, everything’s perfect.’

He brings his hand up to his hair. ‘I’m not sure I underst-’

‘I love you.’

He looks like a deer caught in headlights. Eyes wide, as though confused. ‘What?’

Lily starts to repeat herself but he looks like the words are sinking in and suddenly he’s messily kissing her, every part of her. Her cheeks, her chin, her eyelids, her nose, her shoulder, her throat - making his way up until he finally presses his lips to hers.

Something about him is he kisses with his whole heart; you can feel his love pouring out of his sleeve - which is why when he says it it’s like she’s been hearing it her whole life. Still, it takes her breath away for a second before he swallows her pleasant sigh. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you.’

She starts to feel wet drops fall out of the sky, splashing and splintering when coming in contact with the surface of the pool. Water meeting itself, reuniting in the cycle of all things known and unknown. The birth and the rebirth, cleansing her soul and clearing her vision.

Her name sweet on his lips ‘Lily, Lily, Lily’. He leans down again and presses his lips to hers; it's messy and kind of awkward because they are not able to stop smiles from bubbling up; relishing in this moment when even in the rain he’s holding her and everything is good.

For him it was different.

James has always known they belonged together; were meant for each other. Didn't need to make sure or question fate; there are times he’s doubted of course - but he’s never given up hope. Really, he’s always known in the back of his head that this could - would - be the outcome.

So when he tilts her chin upwards after hearing the words, it's not anything completely new. It feels like coming home. And when he says them back he can't help the feeling that he's playing right into some sweet cosmic game.

Rain is now ceaselessly pouring, wet pearls peppering their skin as they embrace. Thunder rumbling.

Her eyes inexplicably start watering - the emotion of the moment too much for a second, their whole history resting upon her shoulders. It’s like he understands though, his fingers immediately wiping the tears from her eyes, his lips gently brushing them away from her skin.

‘Alright, Evans?’

She softly nods. ‘We should get out.’

‘We should.’

‘I love you.’

‘I know.’

—---

She’s wearing his sweater, wet hair dripping onto the marble floor. A Bowie record can be heard from across the room. A mug of tea piping hot in front of her. A summer storm waging outside. It’s love.

#jily #jily fic #happy jilytober!#my first fic aaajsdljsd #marauders #james potter #lily evans

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