#played at MAXIMUM VOLUME

[renegadeem]

Cid Loving Week - Day 7 - Meteor

It is done!

Many thanks to @cid-loving-hours for organizing the week, I had a blast making all of these!

It was my first time joining an event like this, and it was so fun! I was kind of nervous at first and struggled a bit to get started, but once the gears finally shifted I really went ham on it.

I hope these were as fun to see as they were to make ^_^

Don’t forget to appreciate Cid Highwind everyday!

[sturgeon-general]

Well, I made a few bad decisions and stayed up half the night making questionable Pokemon fusions, because I go down strange rabbit holes when I'm bored.

Anyway, I thought it'd be funny to make a 'highlights' compilation of my madness. Proceed with caution on this dangerous and mildly amusing journey of sleep-deprived discovery.

The very first thing I discovered was that Gloom fused with anything is hilarious and I will not be arguing about that.

Just look at these idiots. Peak shitpost material.

There were a bunch that were actually cute, Goomy fusions in particular.

Goobasaur NEEDS to be a starter this instant. Gooblast is just here for the lols.

Goreeffa and Clebyss are like the two mean girls from a classic indie coming-of-age movie. Goreeffa's the one who gets pitted against the quirky MC for no apparent reason, and Clebyss ain't too bright. (We all know she's just here to vibe.)

Moving down the list, Feeboot is very silly and I would die for Drudsprout. It looks like a mook from a classic side-scrolling arcade game or 90s rpg.

Anything fused with Cosmog is also super cute, and that isn't profile pic bias, I swear. (Ik I made more than one Bulbasaur fusion. Can you really blame me?)

Hoobat. Must I say more?

Then we have a few of the... stranger ones, including an aquatic reptilian, a shady search engine, a goth spider, Typhlosion 2.0, a deer who ate a bee and is now in process of becoming one, and another word for schmenis

Google seems particularly poignant, since Smeargle's whole gimmick is that it 'tracks data' from other Pokemon by copying their moves. (Don't come at me, Google. For legal reasons this is a joke.)

This one's just unfortunate.

A few went absolutely hard, though, which was a pleasant surprise.

Lastly but not leastly we have the worst of the worst, the creme de la creme, the haunter of my nightmares, the most reprehensible man in the entire universe:

That will be all folks. Thank you for your time.

[cglenwilliams]

"I'll light the path and keep us connected."

"That's what I do -- I keep us connected."

[halfdeadfriedrice]

I would like to report that I went to the Tumblr dance party at the local vegetarian bar and I paid my $5 cover and walked in and hissed "oh no. It's aesthetic Tumblr."

But I did get ambushed by a threesome of nerds at the bar who were wearing Homestuck shit and we shrieked at each other, which was lots of fun

[lupoteodoro]

“Are you family, sir?” “Boyfriend.”

To Be Played At Maximum Volume by @churchkey

[churchkey]

Update UPDATE...

I know probably when you saw me over here writing 33K of Perry fucking Mason this summer when I still haven’t posted the last chapter of Maximum Volume you might have justifiably been like ‘fuck you, we’re done’ and I totally understand that and don’t begrudge you for it but listen - 

Ch. 10 aka THE END is almost done. I’ll post before I go to bed on Sunday. That’s all except I LOVE YOU ALL and I hope you’re having a wonderful day!

(also, not that excuses matter, but Perry Mason is a really good show that totally got screwed by the WB/Discovery merger and sometimes you just have to get something out of your system, you know? and Matthew Rhys et al are fantastic and if you haven’t seen it, I promise it’s worth checking out)

[br1ghtestlight]

i would be so annoying to watch serious crime dramas with because i keep laughing everytime they play dramatic/scary music because im used to watching sitcoms and cartoons where that isn't a thing they would do sound editing-wise and it keeps pulling me out of the moment like its a parody crime mockumentary 😭😭

[submarine-06]

I'll be taking a long break from editing to focus on my mental health, you'll occasionally see one or two edits on some days though. I hope to see you guys again after my school exam ends and don't forget to take care of yourselves everybeing <3

[taylorspoems]

first day of autumn 🍁🧡

[hsnlv]

sulky sulky! | l.hs

pairing: bf!heeseung x gn!reader

synopsis: dating heeseung comes with many discoveries—like how his pouty lips aren’t just an occasional thing… they’re a constant. at first, you thought he was always upset with you. turns out, he just looks like that.

warnings: flufffffffffff!!!!!, pouty hee :((

wc: 1.03k

here’s my masterlist!

reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!🎀

the day you started dating heeseung, everything felt like a whirlwind. chaotic, loud, confusing—mostly because you discovered something about him you never quite noticed before: his lips. no, really. his naturally pouty lips.

when you first got together, you genuinely thought you had messed up. badly. he just kept sitting there with that pout and a weirdly sad expression, and you immediately spiraled.

“are you okay? wait—are you mad? did i say something weird? oh my god, did i breathe too loud? i can leave, i swear—”

heeseung, confused beyond belief, just blinked. “babe… what?”

“you’re pouting.”

“yeah?” he tilted his head. “i always do that.”

and that’s when it hit you—he’s just like that. heeseung’s default face is pouty. he pouts when he scrolls through his phone. he pouts when he games. he pouts when he’s just existing. you swore he could be eating soup and still manage to pout.

you didn’t think much of it when you walked through the door and saw heeseung curled up on the couch with a pout on his face.

because, well… he’s always pouting.

you gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, said a cheerful “i’m home~” and skipped off to change, humming to yourself like nothing was wrong. and sure, you were a little late—okay, a lot late—but you figured he’d get over it once you brought out snacks and his favorite blanket.

but heeseung? oh, he was suffering.

you missed the way he dramatically turned his head away from your kiss like a betrayed prince. the way he silently stared at the front door after you disappeared down the hall, lower lip trembling in what he was certain was the most tragic expression in existence.

by the time you came back with snacks and the tv remote, he was already in full sulk mode. you flopped down on the couch beside him and turned on your show—meanwhile, he was sitting there with his arms crossed and his pout upgraded to maximum capacity.

and you? absolutely none the wiser.

he cleared his throat.

you nodded along to your show.

he shuffled loudly.

you crunched on chips.

he flopped over, body sprawled dramatically across the couch like he was Juliet waiting for Romeo.

you adjusted the volume.

he reached over and stole a chip.

you gave him the side-eye, then another chip like he was a toddler.

so he tried again.

first, he “accidentally” knocked over your water bottle. you just picked it up and kept watching.

then, he wiggled his socked foot under your leg. you moved a little to give him space.

he even fake-coughed a few times, each one more dramatic than the last.

finally, he reached his limit. with the strength of a thousand unfulfilled cuddle wishes, he stood up, stomped to the other end of the couch, and flopped down beside you with a soft little thud.

and still? no response.

he leaned his head on your shoulder.

nothing.

he poked your thigh with one finger.

still nothing.

he shifted closer—so close his nose was almost touching your cheek—and then, in the softest, grumbliest little voice, he mumbled:

“didn’t you forget something?”

you blinked, half-distracted. “uh… what?”

he looked up at you through his lashes like the saddest, poutiest baby in the whole world. “me.”

you giggled, thinking he was messing around. “what do you mean?”

he scooted even closer, nearly climbing into your lap at this point, voice turning all soft and sniffly. “you said you’d be home by eight… and we were gonna cuddle and watch cartoons and you were gonna play with my hair, remember? you promised…”

you turned to him, wide-eyed and suddenly so guilty. “oh no. baby, i completely forgot—”

“you did forget,” he sniffled, dramatically wiping at his perfectly dry eyes. “i waited. i made the couch all warm. i even picked an episode where the dog doesn’t die this time. i was gonna let you braid my hair like you always say you want to, and now i’m cold and emotionally neglected.”

you laughed softly, pulling him into your arms without hesitation. he wasted no time wrapping himself around you like a velcro koala, cheek smushed against your chest, arms hugging you like his life depended on it.

“you’re such a baby,” you whispered into his hair.

“i’m your baby,” he grumbled proudly.

“you’re so dramatic.”

“because i love you the most, obviously.”

©️ all rights reserved | hsnlv | 2025

[reallyexists]

To Experience Halloween-Adjacent Feelings

Play Simple Plan What's New Scooby-Doo? at maximum volume

wait 69 seconds

repeat

[vixlenxe]

God has delivered me the most Ivy v Tiffanie mashup ever. EBNCIDBN

One song is very bubblegum-pop-ish, light & fluffy melody, but the lyrics are fucking filthy, the other song is very deep & sensual melody, but the lyrics are more romantic. It's literally Ivy & her 'soft girl aesthetic but is actually a super whore' & Tiffanie & her 'bad bitch aesthetic but she's requires a deep connection to love'.

[ilianasbruce]

“Morning love,”

word count: 2,570

summary: some morning loving with your husband ♡

warnings: fully +18 content. minors do not interact, please.

notes: well, hello, hello!!! ♡ i am back after constantly listening to “DC High Volume: Batman” with the feature of incredible Jason Spisak as Bruce and i couldn’t stand to waste any amount of time without having all those thoughts about Bruce. well, here we are now!! i highly recommend you to listen to that if you love voice acting as i do and mr. Spisak’s voice for Bruce will apply to this one too. and again, this is the ‘early years of Batman’ Bruce, because there are not enough fictions about him; i’ll be writing about the early years of Bruce as much as i could. this piece of the scene is for the female reader since i can only write nsfw content with the female reader; but you can check my other works if you’re interested in the gender-neutral reader since i tried to keep a balance in them. my ask-away box is open and you can talk your ideas through it, though!! ♡

“Stop,” you managed to murmur with the laugh in your throat. His slightly stubbled cheek was pressed on yours as he tightly hugged you. It was the earliest hours of a frozen December morning in Gotham and it had been a maximum of two hours since Bruce came from his nightly patrol. And he seemed quite content with his two hours of sleep schedule.

“Stop what?” he retorted. “Hugging my legal wife? Hm?” he nuzzled to your cheek before placing a kiss on the skin. “Or stop to kiss?”

You woke up to his sleepy kisses and ended up with his arms tightly wrapped around your body. Bruce was inclined to be affectionate when he saw for the first time how you were loving toward him — both physically and emotionally. That eased him in the edges and made him more comfortable with the physical affection. Now he was giving you some sweet time in the morning.

“You are supposed to leave the bed and get ready for your meeting.” you murmured with closed eyes. “Am I?” he asked half-sleepily. “Are you forcing me to leave my own bed? What a rude girl you’re.”

His morning voice and mix of his slightly Gotham accent were enough for you to flush prettily. You loved everything about him but him in the mornings after being beaten up by the Gotham was the other kind of thing that made you confused. You weren't sure to kiss him or chide him.

“Bruce,” you sighed as you tried to escape his unshaven cheek and bruised arms. He took advantage of your clumsy attempts and in a quick move, he was on top of you. That earned a soft gasp from you.

He just gave you a half-sleepy smile with a glint in his blue eyes. “You’ll be late again.” you said as your eyes locked in his blues.

“Will I?” he muttered as he leaned on to kiss your lips but you turned your head which made the kiss end on your cheek. He groaned before he attempted to kiss you. This time, he was successful.

“They have been doing that for years,” he murmured between the kisses. “They can handle without me. I am not in the mood for that.”

One of his hands found your throat, slightly pressing on it while his thumb slightly caressing your jaw. “We can do better things together.” he muttered as he gave you hooded eyes.

“Yeah, baby?” he slipped his leg between your legs before pressing his thigh to where you’d ache. That made you let a breathy moan to his lips. A curve of a smile formed on his mouth before he caged your face between him and your pillow.

“But-”

You were about to but he didn't let you even start; his lips were on you instantly, leaving you to do nothing but him to take the lead. Bruce loved to have his time with you, specifically in the mornings. Since his nights were reserved for the Gotham — actually, he had found ways to satisfy you in the night also —, the mornings were meant for you.

Only you.

He pressed his thigh to your cotton panties again, which made you softly moan to his mouth. God, how he loved to play with you. He could use his moves and hands like a grandmaster on the chess board. Very precise, very sharp, very winning. And you melted every single time. How could you not?

How could you not when he looked like that? When there was darkness under his eyes from the short sleep schedule or his post-freshly washed, messy hair after every patrol, looking at you as if you were something to be devoured every day? You were, in fact, something to be devoured but Bruce loved to take his precious time on you. You were his forever and he wanted to make sure to have you to himself until you two were goners.

He was just obsessed with you. His precious girl, just as sweet as honey and lovely, as he saw the first ever thing when he opened his eyes every morning. What more could he want? He needed to fulfill his hunger until the next unholy morning, only God knows when, before he got cockblocked by Alfred.

His lips went from your lips to your cheek. You were so drunk on him, intoxicated after how he usually kissed you when he was needy. He, once more, pressed his thigh your now damp, clothed pussy to both hold you on your spot and to tease you while his mouth tasted you as the first thing in the morning. His lips pressed kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, and your ear when he finally murmured something.

“Let me, baby.” he murmured before slipping his fingers into the waistband of your panties. You didn't even realize his hands were under your thigh-length — his favorite — lacy, whiteish nightgown after being hungrily kissed by him. “Will you, pretty girl?” he went on as he started to kiss your neck.

You just retorted with a whimper when he skillfully pulled out your panties from your legs. He tossed them somewhere in the room, not even bothering a look at them as he bit your neck. Your hands gripped his shoulders when his long, calloused fingers slipped between your wet folds to gauge you. You sighed in ache, earning a humming from him.

“Yet, you want me to leave.” he muttered as he dipped his two middle fingers in you. You let out a sigh at the sensation, closing your eyes, and feeling the thickness of his fingers. He slightly moved them in a languid pace for not to overwhelm your morning body. Then, he quickened his fingers.

Nothing excited Bruce more than seeing your pretty face and your neediness for him when his fingers were fucking you. His blue eyes were hazy, both with sleep and lust, fixed on your face. You let out the sweetest sounds to his lips as his fingers worked on you. There was nowhere that Bruce wanted to be; you and his king-sized bed, him being between your thighs and your hands gripping his one-bruised shoulders. He knew how to fuck you with his body since he learned your spots by heart; with his fingers, his lips, and his cock.

He shifted some things slightly. His free hand pulled the straps of your nightgown, dragging the material from your shoulders to your ribs. His lips pressed a few more kisses to the valley of your breasts. Then, his hand hooked your leg over his waist as it gave him a good angle of you, thus his long fingers made your toes curl in a perfect way. He stole your moans with his kisses on the lips again, so damn needy and affectionate.

“Is it good, my love?” he murmured to your lips. You just shook your head, filled with his fingers. “Hm? Use your voice.” he continued as his lips found your flushed cheeks.

“Y-Yes,” you breathed out.

“Pretty girl,” he muttered as he fastened the pace of his fingers which made you press your face to his throat.

“Don't be shy now, let me see you.”

He sighed before biting your earlobe. One of the things about Bruce is that he did not have patience. However, his two years of Caped Crusader adventures made him be more patient. And he loved to have his patience with you during sex. Even though he was hard, even though he was glowing with pure excitement in his own way, and even though his tip would be pre-leaking the cum.

After your marriage with him, he was tending to learn and ease through many things. And psychical vulnerability was one of them. You were young and flourished by love. And you gave your love to him unconditionally which made Bruce spiral into your love over and over again. Your love encouraged him both consciously and unconsciously, boldened by your acceptance of his own kind of love he gave to you. He wasn't repressed — maybe he was, that's a question that doesn't matter. He had you as his Sun and he was thriving for you.

Bruce was gentle with you, even when he came home frustrated. He held himself, his vexation with his blurry mind. His actions during sex were the embodiment of his thoughts about you: filled with love and adoration. He made love to you, every single time. And every single time, he made you ache for him again — sweetly. But sometimes his frustration would slip off, most of the time when he was inside you, letting his thrusts be rough when you were face-to-face.

Before you reached your high, his fingers slowed down. You sighed and he kissed you. Bruce, as a small trait, when he was needy, loathed to waste his time with trivial moves. He could give you more, couldn't he?

After stretching you out perfectly, he pulled his fingers out of your core. You watched him with hazy eyes in the eerie darkness of your bedroom. The room was still dark but a small glow of early morning light from the slightly ajar, drawn curtains was coming through. You could see his messy hair, his focused blue eyes under his thick eyebrows.

Handsome. And all yours.

He was always focused when he was needy, always intense. You could see his focus when he easily got the condom from the nightstand drawer. He, in the seconds, freed his shaft from his bedpants and deftly put it on his throbbing cock. You could see that blurred since your room was blinded by the darkness.

He gave you a kiss before he slipped into you, but not fully. You let out a soft ‘Bruce.’, feeling the thickness of his cock. He gave you another kiss with a murmur of ‘I know, baby, I know.’ and gave you a few seconds to adjust to him. You sighed against his lips as his eyes silently watched you. When your eyes found his for a ‘yes, please.’ he continued to enter you. When he was fully inside you, he let a satisfied groan, feeling the tightness of your walls as your pussy wrapped him fully. Then, he slowly started to thrust his hips into you.

Your fingers went to the nape of his neck. You loved to play with his hair there, sometimes being awake when he slipped into the bed, curling his locks sleepily when he lay on top of you after a long patrol. Now, you were dizzy with his warmth and thick cock.

He let his leaned-back head drop down and pressed his forehead to yours as he moved at a steady pace, earning every moan, sigh, or whimper as a reward. “Fuck,” he gritted his teeth as he cursed. “I can do this all day.”

He kissed you, devoured you while hitting every spot perfectly. He was precise at his job as well as he was as the Caped Crusader of Gotham. And when it came to making love to you? Fucking you so good that made your head dizzy? Making you wrap yourself tightly around him with your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, skin-to-skin? Only calling his name with love?

Oh, you knew the answer. He knew the answer too. That's why he played with his pace. Bruce loved to keep you on your toes but when he heard the knock and Alfred’s ‘Master Bruce, I hope you are awake.’, he muttered to your lips.

“I can't even do this in peace.”

Before you whisper anything to him, he sped his pace up and kissed you as if it was his last, ever time loving you like this.

You were caged between his body and the sheets, his one hand on your leg around his waist and the other pressed next to your ribs on the mattress, preventing him to crush you with his body as he fucked you at a sped-up pace. You were too hot, like two flames.

You two occasionally broke the kiss for a breath. When your aching sensation started to pool in your stomach, you just whispered his name and it was enough for him that you were close. His hand next to your ribs went between you to find your clit to stimulate you. He pressed his fingers there and when you let out a breathy sound, his lips found your ear.

“C’mon, sweetheart, come for me.”

His lips found the sensitive area below your ear. He repeatedly kissed you there as his fingers pressured your clit. Your nails scratched at his upper back, creating a series of marks like a spider web along with his own scars.

“That’s my good girl, yeah?”

He muttered, encouraging you further which left you a few seconds later to come heavily. You let a strangled gasp to his neck, letting your head press to his skin, still being so close as you climaxed. It felt so good, so perfect, mixed with his warmth and your sleep-filled dizziness. When you saw the stars, he managed to follow behind you with a few deep thrusts, letting his face pressed to your cheek with a groan in his throat. God, wasn't he so perfect?

You two gasped for a breath. Pressed to each other, fitting perfectly, burning under the quilts. He kissed your lips before he got a good amount of air while you were still dizzy and breathless.

“Was I harsh on you?”

He murmured between the kisses he took from you as if he was already missing you after today’s ‘will-be’ events.

“No,” you murmured to him. “You were perfect.”

He gave you a smirk and kisses for the last time before he slipped out of you.

“Get some sleep, baby. I’ll see you later.”

“I love you.”

You whispered as you watched him with half-lidded eyes, in the semi-darkness as much as you could. He murmured an “I love you.” with a peck on your lips. You unwrapped your arms around him and he gently did your legs. After discarding the condom and getting out of bed, he reached for his nightrobe. Your eyes felt heavy when he disappeared through the personal bathroom door.

You melted to your pillow in seconds after pulling the strands of your nightgown to your shoulders. He couldn't have time to discard it from you. You listened to the silence for a few mintues before sleep slightly lured you. A few hours of morning slumber would be enough for you as always. What could you do when he was needy just like this? Guess you knew the answer already.

thank you so much for reading, i love you!! ♡

[hyperfixedbrainrot]

Obsessed with the idea that max and billy move in with hopper and somehow billy accidentally backs his way into becoming like,,,, the Good kid.

Hopper took some time to come around to the *uncomfortable murmuring* thing but Steve Harrington is an alright kid so why the hell not. And there are rules in this house, three inches means three inches, and as hopper reclines on his chair he turns his head left and there’s Billy’s room.

He can see Steve and billy on the bed and they seem focusing on writing something, and they’re talking, and leaning into each other and not kissing. and he turns to his right and el has the fucking door shut again.

It takes only one growly HEY before she sheepishly reopens it. He drinks his beer. He looks outside. Max is focused on trying to show Lucas a skate trick and he can hear them fighting from here.

He looks left. Billy and Steve are listening to something playing at a reasonable volume from the tape player and there is a reasonable amount of space between their faces. He changes the channel.

He looks out. Max is hunched over for maximum yelling efficiency and Lucas is making wiggly fingers and miming her. He looks right. Mike is trying to climb into his daughter’s mouth. He is trying not to yell so much because it freaks billy out even though he would never admit that, so he struggles to his feet in the overstuffed recliner and barrels into the room. They lie to his face!

With gritted teeth, he tries to explain the importance of boundaries and respect and in the mirror above the hall table he can see billy and Steve doing nothing more salacious than sitting near each other. He wishes so bad that Mike and el would take a leaf out of their book and he gets as far as “you should be more like your brother-“ before El is throwing a massive fit, and slamming doors and screaming that he’s so mean just because he likes Steve and hates Mike and he growls “Steve RESPECTS THE RULES!”

[everlastingserenitys]

PULLED OVER OR BENT OVER?

summ. your police officer boyfriend who pulls you over and takes you in the station for a little "questioning"

pairing. sylus x f!reader cw. police officer!sylus, light roleplay, p in v, uniform kink, handcuffs (sorry), creampie, clothed sex, gentle sex, tension a/n. police sylus has been stuck in my mind forever.. had to do something

Driving along your gloomy city at night was something you enjoyed doing.

The way the lights from the buildings illuminated the city to make it look somewhat lively made you at peace. You were resting on the back of your car seat as you blasted loud music in your car, peaceful, right?

Well, not really.

As you were driving, the flashing of blue and red lights peered through your rear view mirror. With a scoff, you pull over to the side and glanced at your mirror, noticing the police man stepping out of the car and making his way towards yours.

You slam your hand against the window roller button and push the button down, the officer leaned his head in and inspected your car before looking back at you.

“Hello.” Sylus smiled.

“Sy–Uh, I mean, officer, hello.” you nod, resting your fingers on the steering wheel, tapping a slow rhythm on it. Sylus raised an eyebrow and asked you to lower the volume, of course you listen and glare back at him.

“What am I getting pulled over for?”

“Going over the speed limit.”

Your eyes avert to the sign where it said the maximum speed limit, and then back at Sylus who was already getting a ticket ready. Your eyes widened and you smacked the ticket away from his hands.

“First off, I wasn't going over the speed limit. Second, I…I can not have another ticket! So please, let me off this one time!”

“Can’t do that, sweetie.” Sylus teased, his pen wrote the last strokes of the ticket and he folded it up, placing it in the cleavage of your tits. You scowl and take the ticket out, throwing it outside before starting up the car.

“So that’s how you wanna play huh?” Sylus mocked, rushing over towards his police car. As his car was inching towards you, you pressed your foot against the pedal and stared at the mirror, you notice Sylus poking his head out of his car flashes a grin at you before he pushed the pedal on his car.

“Try to catch me.” you mumble and start driving, fast. Your tires roared against the rocky pavement as you pressed the gas pedal even harder, until you were seriously way over the speed limit.

Sylus’ car was still behind you, his sirens echoed through the empty road only the two of you were at. And that's also when you also realized, there was a dead end soon. Swerving was way too risky, it may cause your car getting damaged but a little part of you had hope, the tiniest amount of hope.

So when you swerved to the right, Sylus was quick to know what you were doing and he blocked your way before you could drive ahead. Taken aback at the sudden move he pulled you to a halt and you rested your forehead against the steering wheel as your breathing started to get unsteady.

The sounds of knocking on the window snapped you out of your daze. You stare up at the window and roll the window down to see Sylus looking down at you with a concerned and mocking gaze. He kept his composure and cleared his throat before pulling out a ticket.

“Please! N-no S– Officer! I’ll give you something else instead of that ticket, please!”

“Will you now?” Sylus raised an eyebrow and put his ticket and pen away. Sylus rested his large arms against the opened window on your car and tilted his head to the side as he stared at you with a seductive look.

“Come with me then, we’re going to the station.”

What?!

“That's not apart–I mean, okay! What about my car?” you ask, snapping your seatbelt off and stepping out of your car in a quick movement. When you hopped out of the car and closed the door behind you, Sylus grabbed your arm and flipped you until you were pressed against your car. He grabbed both your arms and placed them behind your back.

“You have the right to remain silent…”

What. The. Fuck.

Sylus finished the rest of his speech and you snapped your lips shut, not daring to say a word. Whether this was real or not, this was scaring the fuck out of you.

When Sylus acknowledged your silence he wrapped his fingers through the space between the handcuffs and your arms and dragged you to his car, he opened the door in a swift movement and shoved you inside. A whine escaped your lips when you felt your head hit against the seat and Sylus’ eyes flashes with a hint of concern, but he didn't say anything.

Sylus got in the car moments later and started it up, you couldn't even sit up due to the bumpy road causing you to lie back down every time you tried to get up. The car was dead silent, all you were listening to was the jerky road meddling with the low tone of the static radio playing in the front.

“Officer?”

“Hm?” Sylus lowered the volume of the radio and peered his eyes through the fenced border behind him. He looked good, a little too good. You stammer out some random gibberish and before you could even ask if you were going to go to jail, the car stops to a halt and Sylus lets you know you’re at the police station.

“Already?” you groaned, wriggling around on the seat as you tried to get up but the door flung open and Sylus stared down at your figure, his eyes lingering on your hiked up skirt which was practically showing off your bare ass.

“C’mon, I have to take you in for questioning.”

“Questioning for going over the speed limit?! Seriously officer? It's not like a committed a crime or anythi–”

Your rambling was interrupted when you felt Sylus grab onto your hair and pull you into a fierce kiss. You kiss him back in the same needy manner he's kissing you in, and before you could seek for more, he pulled away, a smug grin crept on his face before he picked you up with one arm and threw you over his shoulder, walking the two of you in the station.

The cool breeze of the station rushed through you and you sighed against Sylus’ shoulder. He eventually made it to the room that had the sign ‘interrogation room’ labeled on it and kicked open the door. The room was just…empty.

Sylus placed you on the table and stepped away from you.

“No chairs, so the table it is, okay?”

You nod and he chuckled, stepping close to you again, he was just mere inches away from kissing you, and, instinctively, you leaned in closer, you were just seconds away from your lips to touch his. Sylus snaked his fingers around your waist and lightly pressed his lips on yours.

“Care to bother why you basically sped away from me after I gave you a ticket?” he asked, planting his lips on your face, pecking small kisses as his ruby iris glowed in the illuminated room. You shrug and dart your eyes to his lips.

“Look at me. Also tell me why you decided to swerve?”

“I don't know, officer. Maybe ‘cause there was a dead end soon?” you whisper, pecking his face in a teasing manner. A shaky whimper escaped Sylus’ lips and he gritted his teeth before lightly pushing you on the table. The handcuffs cause a loud clang to echo through the room and Sylus cups your knees.

“You could've stopped, huh? You know you shouldn't swerve, it's dangerous.” he said. You only nod in response and buck your hips towards him.

“You’re going off script, Sylus.” you mumble staring into his eyes, only to catch a glint of anger spark through them.

“So I shouldn't care for you, is what you’re saying?” Sylus asked, pressing himself against you, the fabric of his pants making contact with your laced panties sent shivers down your spine and you moaned in response.

“Quiet down, sweetie, there's still guards lurking around here.” he mumbled, grinding himself against you. You nod and clench your teeth, tight. Sylus continued his movements on you as he watched your reaction intently.

“Officer…” you whisper, rocking yourself against Sylus.

“One more question…” he whispered, leaning in closer as his movements started to slow down and he grabbed onto his belt securing his police uniform. He twirled around with the fabric securing him and then, a click echoed through the room and his belt fell on the ground.

Sylus pulled his pants and boxers down, revealing his hard, thick cock on display for you. You whine in response and wriggle closer to him. Sylus stopped your movements and pressed his cock against your fabric covering your pussy.

“What's your question?” you ask.

“I have two actually…” Sylus mumbled, slipping your panties down and pressing his cock against your soaking cunt before slowly pushing the head inside you. Before a loud moan could escape your lips, Sylus shoved his fingers deep in your throat.

“Can you stay quiet?”

You nod.

“And my second question, where were you going today?”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, trying to speak but his fingers and cock were making it difficult to. Sylus pulled his fingers out of you and planted kisses on your face before pushing his length further into you.

“I was doing a night drive o-out of boredom…ngh”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” Sylus whispered before thrusting his full length inside you. A wave of pleasure sparked through you. You try to hold onto something but you couldn't, the handcuffs kept banging against the table on every thrust he did and god, it felt too good.

“Mm.. handcuffs..too” you gasp, arching your back, seeking for more pleasure of his cock ramming inside you in a slow movement.

“Too tight..” you whine, still bucking your hips back and forth, back and forrtthh–

“Yeah?”

You nod repeatedly and that just made Sylus chuckle in response, he pressed himself against you and the feeling of his heavy armour grazing your breasts was turning you on, his pace quickens and slows down, it was like he needed to cum, but then didn’t, and fuck you needed to cum.

“Hah..’m close sweetie.” Sylus’ arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer towards him, sending the last final thrusts inside you before he mistakenly forgot to pull out, and coat his white mixture inside you.

A groan escaped your lips when you felt his cock continue to ram inside you. The table was shaky, way too shaky and you felt like you were going to fall off any second. The sounds of his mixtures slicking in and out of you filled the room, you glance down to see the huge mess pooling out of you.

“Sy–fuck” before you could warn him about your release, a stream of your warm cum streams out of you and Sylus carefully pulls away, leaving a small trail of your mixtures coated on his cock, slick down it.

“You’re a good actress, sweetie.”

“Sylus! I didn’t expect you to take me to the fucking station?! I thought we agreed on doing it in the car, only.”

“I don't hear you complaining” he teased, his fingers sliding through your hair as he quickly gave it a ruffle.

“Whatever, let's clean this up, also get these cuffs off of me.”

“You're still getting that speeding ticket, by the way.”

part 8 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work

[churchkey]

i know webgott isn't exactly the ship you primarily write for but GOD i love the way you write modern david webster in maximum volume (and i love his raport with nix it reminds me so much of my own queer friend group in ways i've yet to articulate properly) and i was wondering if you have any headcanons about their coupling and/or their interactions with their friend group (as a couple or individually)?

Haha oh my god, thank you! That's so nice of you to say! I based them loosely on my cousin and his boyfriend, who used to have epic Halloween parties before they got old and decided it was too much work, and if everyone loved it so much, they could damn well volunteer to host it themselves. Alas, no one did.

But David and Joe are still young and fun so let's talk about them. I feel like you should win a prize or something because this is officially the FIRST Webgott ask I've ever received. I do have a few headcanons about them, which did not make it into the fic because I mean, for christ's sake, the thing is already way too long. Anyway, if you'll just follow me...

Even though they knew and liked each other in high school, I don't think they got together until later. Like one time in college they bumped into each other on campus and it was like "I always had a crush on you" - "same" and then they were inseparable. They got married kinda young, around 24 or 25 (I imagined them right around 30 in the fic) and their families were like "... are you SURE you don't want to wait a little longer?" But they don't listen to anyone else, naturally, because what the hell do they know?

I also envisioned them as having gone on some long bike-camping trip up the coast on a tandem bike just before they decided to get married, and something very profound happened on this trip, maybe it just challenged them in ways they'd never been tested before, and they met and overcame those obstacles together and it sort of cemented their bond as a couple. Because if you can successfully ride a tandem with your partner, you can probably weather any storm.

They used to have threesomes with George back in the day but they don't anymore. David and George are good buddies (I've always felt strongly about this, based solely on how George was kind of nice to Webster in that episode when he comes back from the hospital and is just being such a clueless dick). They go see bands together and to see midnight showings of cult movies and stuff like that. Joe actually thinks that if David weren't with him, he and George would be a good couple.

David still has a little teeny tiny crush on Mr. Winters. He wished he knew he was gay when he actually had him as a teacher, but he totally understands why he wasn't out at work.

As mentioned in Ch. 1, they're both journalists. Joe is a sports writer for the major metro daily, David writes for a local news/arts/culture blog. This means they're always out somewhere covering a game or event or whatever, which works for them because the true secret to their success as a couple is their own selfish pursuits of what makes them happy as individuals. They're good at giving each other space to do whatever the fuck they want, knowing that at the end of the day, they don't want anything else as much as they want each other.

Everyone assumes they're about one big blow up away from divorce, but they're actually surprisingly stable. They truly enjoy each other's company and are just as content tending to their flower beds together as they are going to a party or out to the bars with their friends. They worship their cats. They have a Sunday ritual (h/t @anthrobrat) of reading the entire Sunday paper, section by section, David reading the gossip page out loud and being appalled at the list prices of houses in the Real Estate section and saving the Food section because they might actually try one of the recipes this week (they never do). At their core, they're basically just a couple of old queens sliding comfortably into middle age, though their friends would be shocked to see this side of them.

Idk... this is honestly the most I've ever thought about them so I hope it fits with what you were thinking, or at least makes sense with their little cameos in the story. Thanks for the ask, it's always fun to explore and imagine. And thank you so much for reading my stuff! I appreciate you and everyone else who takes the time to read my work so very much. Take care 😍❤️