#they drive me insane your honour <3

[anachronistic-falsehood]

HEY GUYS!!! DREAMSTUCK UPD8!!! pspspsps samponk fans do u want food??? i've got food for u, this chapter is just a snack compared to the next chapter that one's a full ass MEAL

[allidoistrytrytryy]

a moment's silence when my baby puts her mouth on me (cove holden x reader)

ao3 version here

summary: Cove Holden and the black underwear (from Patreon moment 2, if you know you know), except it's his own surprise on a random Friday (smut with feelings)

word count: 3,116 words

tags: smut, porn with feelings, porn without plot, light dom/sub, switching, sexual intimacy, they're in love your honour, author has been feeling insane about cove for years and lately about the black underwear so here we are (female reader implied but i tried to be as non-descriptive as possible, can be a male trans reader too)

You were exhausted, your fingers rubbed at your eyelids and at your forehead, trying to take the headache away.

You had had a large project at your job, long hours, and planning that took too much of your time. You came home late, too late, so late sometimes Cove would already be in bed or asleep on the couch, always waiting for you (even though you had told him to sleep, not to wait up for you if you were too late, but he insisted every time).

You sighed at the thought of your fiancee. You missed him too much, missed being able to have time with him, going out on weekends or lazing around after work to watch a show you would fall asleep through anyway, snuggled in his warmth.

You hadn’t been able to do that in more than two weeks, always working, always in contact with your coworkers to continue the project even deep into the night. You were glad today was the presentation, and then you were taking a few days off, away from everything.

You felt the fear in your gut at the presentation. You were nerves on legs, as you always were when you had to talk in front of an audience. You knew that would never change, the way you spaced out, waiting and waiting, at your desk.

Your phone buzzed on your desk, which took you out of your thoughts and the ball in your stomach. A smile crept up on your face before you even had the time to read what the text said, at the name appearing on your screen.

Cove.

Romeo: You have this, show them what you’re made of. Love you. <3

You smiled hard, your finger rubbing at the heart emoji with the text, at the picture you had set as his picture on your phone. A picture of him asleep on your couch, snuggled under a blanket, his long hair freed from its usual low bun.

You hadn’t been able to resist the urge to take a picture, and your fingers had gone through his hair.

You sent him a heart back, now fired back up. You could do this, go home and kiss your fiancee senselessly until you fell asleep snuggled into his warmth.

And the presentation happened. It went well, and you shared smiles and compliments with your colleagues. Sighs of relief. You could all go home peacefully tonight.

Which you did. You sprinted to your car when the hour came, your colleagues’ laughter following you down the elevator. They all knew you were eager to be home again, to be with the fiancee you talked about too much. (You couldn’t help it. You loved Cove Holden too much, loved him since you were eight. What could you do?)

The drive went quickly and you arrived at your little place a bit further from the city in record time. When you parked in your spot, next to Cove’s car who was already there and home, you realized you had forgotten to send him a text. You bit your lip, hoping he hadn’t waited for it.

Five unread texts with Cove inquiring about the presentation, worried. Shit.

You climbed the stairs of the apartment complex quickly, your keys already in hand. You entered.

”I’m home! Sorry, I completely forgot to answer your texts, I’m so so...” You interrupted yourself by the sight of your living room, your coffee table with a range of plates and food, and even a cake.

Hands sneaked around your waist, a kiss on your hair, a chest against your back. Your fiancee enveloped you, mint, citrus and this particular ocean smell in your nose and you finally relaxed. “Hi sweetheart, how was it?” he asked gently.

You turned around in his arms and, as always, you had to crane your neck to look up into his eyes. You hadn't been fortunate with height while Cove had had too much of it over the years. His arms circled your waist. “Went smoothly, we can finally breathe now,” you answered and got on your tiptoes to kiss him quickly, which he answered with that giddy smile he never lost around you. “Now, what’s all of this, Covie?”

”Well, I knew it would go perfectly since it’s you,” you rolled your eyes at the remark but the smile betrayed you, the blush even more. “and wanted to celebrate it. I got your favorite things from your favorite places and got a cake.”

Cove looked like it wasn’t even an effort, and it wasn’t in your relationship. You both made so much effort, so much again and again for each other that it was just normal. But, it didn't change the fact that you were always touched by every gesture.

You still couldn’t phantom how dear you were to this man sometimes. You still couldn’t understand how your heart never seemed to stop expanding for him, taking in every piece, every detail, every word and action from him.

Your hands dragged his face to you, to kiss him deeply, like you had wanted to since you had finished the project. He sighed against your lips, that content sigh, his lips and tongue entangled with yours. An intimacy you could never get enough of.

”I love you so much,” you whispered against his lips and his eyes misted over, your crybaby, always yours.

”I love you too,” he whispered as if he didn’t want to break the calm of the moment, wanted to stay in this moment suspended in time.

Until you dragged him to the couch to drape yourself over him, eating and barely paying attention to whatever was on the TV as background noise. You talked about the project. He talked about his day and his own job.

When you finished, he pushed you to the bathroom. “Go take a bath, relax, I got the dishes,” Cove reassured and you pouted.

”But, I can help, I didn’t get dinner so it should be me,” you whined in his shoulder and he laughed while pushing in the bathroom while you couldn’t do anything.

”No way. Go, now,” he kissed your cheek and you still pouted as you got into the bathroom.

You did well on what he had told you to do, spending too much time in a hot bath until it got cold, your body wrapped in your comfortable fuzzy robe. You finally stepped out to get to the bedroom, itching to put your pajamas on, and fall asleep next to Cove.

The too-large shirt was in your hands, actually just one of Cove’s shirts you had stolen and never returned, as you did since you were teenagers, even before you were officially truly together. You hadn’t realized why the light was so dim, hadn't realized Cove was on the bed.

You turned your head slowly and you felt your knees wobble, felt your eyes widen until they almost popped out of your skull.

You had seen Cove in all types of clothes and nakedness over the years. You knew him and his body by heart, the moles, the sleeve on his right arm that you loved to kiss all over, the dips, and where the redness would creep. But right now? You were speechless.

Cove fucking Holden was sat against the headboard, half-lidded eyes on you, but you could see the blush high on his face and ears and down his neck. He was naked, well, except for the underwear but it was the underwear that made you want to scream.

It was black but it barely hid anything, the green happy trail visible from that delicious V-shape you liked to bite, down a dangerous low dip. Straps followed his hips and they showed his hipbones. You almost wanted to ask him to get up and show the back, to see how it looked over that ass you loved too much.

”Surprise,” he simply said, wanting to sound sultry but ending up at excited, embarrassed, waiting.

The shirt slipped through your fingers, forgotten on the floor, and you were still speechless. “What...are you...” you swallowed hard, heat at the back of your neck, on your ears.

Large shoulders were shrugged and he tilted his head, “I… we talked about how I wanted to try some...lingerie out and I thought it would be a good idea for a celebration.”

He was still waiting and you could see how waiting affected him, the redness ever more present on his face and down his neck, the quick jostle of his knee. You approached the bed slowly, eyes laser-focused on him.

You could feel a restraint slowly unfurling in your gut, a wait. You had missed Cove and his hands on you, you had missed the everyday intimacy but you had also missed the sexual intimacy you shared. You both couldn’t have enough of each other sometimes, a pull between your hearts and your bodies.

Your hands settled on the edge of the bed, and you crawled slowly to him, putting up a show for his eyes and his eyes only. The robe dipped down and he gulped, his eyes on your cleavage, on your bare chest visible underneath. You smirked, finding a place between his legs, hands on his thighs, so so close to the dangerous piece of underwear that threatened your composure.

”So, you decided to gift my eyes with this, baby?” you whispered, a finger playing with a strap at his hip. “You’re way too good for me.”

Cove gulped again and you wanted to bite at his Adam’s apple, leaving marks on his pale skin until everybody would know. He shook his head.

”What? You don't agree that you’re too good for me?” you asked, a little pout at the words, your eyes on his face. You were playing the game of how sultry you could be, how much you could push it until his own restraints broke. “Maybe I should show you.”

Your hands traced the straps and the edges of the underwear. Your mouth found a nipple as your hands traced but never touched where you could feel a hardness growing and growing. His moans hit your ears and you smiled, your tongue playing from one nipple to another.

”You don't have to...” he tried to say, his moans high, and god, did you love how vocal he could be. He was always so vocal, so good.

”I want to, so be a good boy, baby,” you whispered, bit at the side of his chest, so muscular, so pretty. He moaned higher, hips bucking against your chest. Your mouth traveled down and down, following the green trail of hair. “Driving me crazy with this, Covie.”

Your hands caressed the hardness over the fabric, but your mouth found the tip already out with how hard he was. The dip was so low that the tip was the only thing visible, so your tongue swirled around it, the saltiness hitting your tastebuds. You moaned, fingers at the straps.

”Oh my god," Cove whined loudly, hips bucking again, the tip making its way deeper into your mouth. “Shit, sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to...”

You shook your head and pulled at the straps downward, until the underwear sat underneath his cock and you pushed more and more into your mouth, desperate for more, to make him feel even better.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck," you heard him repeat and you wanted to smile, to tease him like you always did because he only ever cursed in those moments, so gone, so desperate.

More and more, until you felt tears in your eyes, until you breathed through your nose, hands at what you couldn’t fit down your throat because of how big he was. But you loved it, thighs clenching to relieve the ache that formed in between.

It wasn’t about you, even though you could spend hours between his legs, to look at his head thrown back, his eyes closed and face scrunched up, like now. He looked out of this world, long hair around his head, down his shoulders, redness still at his face, sweat down his neck and on his chest. You couldn’t believe he was yours still.

”Shit, sweetheart, I’m gonna… I’m...” Cove’s voice rang out and you felt how tight his balls were getting, see how his abs tightened. He was close, and a part of you wanted him to cum in your mouth, but you had another plan.

You popped off his hardness with a loud pop, saliva around your mouth, and his head rose up, his eyes opened in question. You crawled back up his body, your hands opening your robe, until you could throw it on the floor beside the large bed. You settled on his lap, hands on his shoulders.

You swatted his hands away before they could fall on your hips, and you saw the small pout on his face that you kissed away with a laugh. “Sorry, no touching baby, be good a bit longer for me,” you kissed along his face, nibbled at his neck, leaving a few hickeys as your hips moved, your wetness rubbing on his cock.

Cove whined still against your shoulder, “But you look so good… And you’re so wet,” he moaned, groaned. “Let me touch you, please,” he begged but you shook your head, your hips rising up to catch the tip at the edge of your wetness, of your warmth.

You slowly sunk down, your own moan unable to stay in your throat at the delicious burn his cock always gave you, that fullness that always took your breath away. You hummed as you sank lower and lower.

His eyes were closed tightly, his body trembled when you finished back on his lap, the length fully inside you. You stayed still, enjoying the moment, and his hands stayed beside his hips, beside the underwear that was still underneath his cock, trapping his legs in place. He was taut, all muscles tight and restrained.

”Please, please, move," Cove begged and you could only answer with your hips moving up and slamming back down.

Your moans intertwined with Cove’s, as you rode him, slowly, building a faster rhythm with every breath, every moan. You rode him, a deep pleasure building in your stomach, pleasure built with his moans in your ear, your teeth at his shoulder.

You rode him until your thighs trembled and his hips, so restrained until now, slammed up in response. You almost screamed his name. It had hit that one spot deep inside and your body had fallen down onto his chest.

All restraint broke in his body, his hands at your hips, so tight you knew you would feel them still tomorrow, “Sorry, I can’t...” he breathed out, before his hips slammed up again and again, his hands guiding your hips down every time.

“Fuck, Cove, Cove,” you repeated his name, your forehead on his shoulder, your eyes on the spot that joined your two bodies together, his cock sliding in and out.

His name on your lips broke him again and you lost all control you had on the situation. His hands manhandled you on your back, almost ripped the underwear that had started it all off his legs, and he had your legs folded against his chest before he slid back in.

The breath was knocked out of your chest, your hands tugged at his hair, and your eyes were on him always. The muscles bulging with every movement, the sweat trickling down, the pure ferocity and desperation on his face.

Cove wasn't always pushed to this side of dominance, if not ever. Not to this degree. You both liked to switch, to play with what were the limits and new things, but falling back into lovemaking most of the time. Here, your gentle sweet Cove was gone, to leave a rougher Cove you loved too, your moans encouraging him.

”Don’t stop, Cove, don’t stop," you begged, hands desperate in his hair, hips moving to answer every thrust deep inside, against the spot. You could barely talk and he could only groan and moan, his own mouth busy on your nipples, back arched.

You were getting closer and closer, and he could feel it, the way you arched more and more, the way you were tighter and tighter around him, the way your moans only got louder. His eyes were on your face, a hand moving down from your hip to the nub of nerves, so wet from everything.

Your head tilted back into the pillow, “Cove, I’m… I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, warned and he hummed in response, his thumb insistent on your clit, in time with every thrust. Your back arched even more, the pleasure exploding in your stomach, behind your eyes, and in your whole body until you were left a trembling thing underneath Cove.

His thrusts slowed down, but your hips moved and you shook your head. “No, don't stop, need you to cum,” you croaked out, voice spent, hands still tugging at his hair.

”I don’t want to hurt you,” Cove moaned over you, eyes half-lidded on your face, but you shook your head again. You tugged him closer, forehead against his.

”You can’t hurt me. Please Cove, I love you, please,” you begged, his thrusts were erratic and you could tell he was close.

”I love you, fuck, I love you so much, I love you," he repeated against your cheek, and you hummed, answered back, until he moaned louder.

Until the final thrust, until he came deep inside you with your name on his lips and you kissed his face.

Cove detangled himself from you only to bring back a wet washcloth, to wipe you and himself. You only got up to go the toilets, fast and impatient, to find him back in bed, under the covers.

You cuddled in his arms, your cheek on his shoulder, legs entangled to look at him. Content, beautiful. It was magical, as always, to go to sleep with him every night, to have him be the last thing you always saw at night.

”Well, that was a nice surprise," you giggled and he smiled lazily. “I’ll be the one to surprise you next time.”

He groaned lightly but laughed, forehead hitting yours gently. “If you want me to really die, sure,” and you could only laugh, his lips on your eyelids, yours reaching up to kiss his eyebrows. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

You hummed, “I love you, Covie.”

His smile grew larger, and his cheeks turned red as always, “I love you too.”

And you fell asleep, safe, happy, home, where you belonged.

[ssahotchnerr]

i’m in italy atm and all i can think about is going on holiday with aaron (with an age gap obvs), and him being full holiday mode😭

and wearing the HOTTEST outfits, like the tight polos, khaki shorts, button ups omg

but also being so caring and fun, and finally letting himself relax, your honour i love him🩷💖💞

omg i'm so jealous of you and PLEASE aaron in vacation mode is one of my all time favorite things 🤭 not me having a pinterest board with this aesthetic 🫣

no because no one needs a vacation more than him 😣 SO when you first mentioned it, he was a bit hesitant - like can he make it work due to his schedule, will he be able to take time off, etc - but he has more than enough vacation time piled up, and he wants needs to spend undivided time with you, so before you know it the two of you are booking a hotel and those buying plane tickets <3333

and the lead up too!!!!! the days up until you leave, he's sending you texts throughout the work day, things like "these consults driving me insane, can't wait until it's just you and me" "so excited to get away with you sweetheart" or he's texting you links of things to do while you the two of you are there - tourist places, maybe a wine tour, boat tours, maybe a beach or two. he's just so excited for that much needed break he's too stubborn to give himself, and most importantly he's excited to just be with you <3 🥰

and buying aaron clothes for him to wear 🤭 like of course you know what he looks the sexiest in, and of course he wants to please you hehe 🤭 so he doesn't argue against those tight polos showing off that strong torso of his, a tight button-up and almost looks like it's going to pop - again just exhibiting that hot dad bod and showing off his muscles in alllllll the right places <333333 🤤🤤🤤 and the shorts!!!!!!! the man has a hot pair of calves that he doesn't nearly show off enough thanks to the dress slacks he always wears - so those need to come out to play too

anddd he definitely does shopping of his own for you too 🤭 things for you to wear out and in the bedroom hehe 🥰😵‍💫

and it takes the two of you foreverrrrr to get ready in the morning, or to get ready for dinner, to go out, because either one of you just pounces the other because of how good they look 😵‍💫 the second aaron put on one of those sexy polos, you were a goner. you put on such a pretty dress, and within moments aaron already has it on the floor hehe <3333

but UGH just throughout the days the two of you are there - his eye bags nearly disappear, the tension in his shoulders are long gone, he's smiling and laughing more 🥹 he's just sooo carefree and even a bit giddy <3 walking around your vacation spot, both your hands are joined and he's swinging them back an forth lightly, bringing your hand to his lips, and simply kissing you no matter where with no hesitation 🥹

going on a boat tour with him 🩷💓💞💞🩷 he's standing behind you as you're taking in all the sights, his arms are wrapped around your waist, and he keeps presses kisses to your neck and UGH he's so happy to be in such a beautiful place with someone who's even more beautiful <3333

and lounging on a beach together, just 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 shirtless aaron and the dilf sunglasses <333333 and aaron insists on putting multiple layers of sunscreen on you - he says it's due to the sun, but he just wants an excuse to touch you lmao <3333 and of course if he's putting more on you, you'll gladly return the favor 🤭 aaron still manages to get a lil burnt, which he is a bit grumpy over that night as the two of you get ready for dinner, but in your eyes he just looks so soooo pretty sunkissed, and then it develops into a tan 😮‍💨🤤 <333333333

and every day, you end it watching by the sunset together 💕💓🥰 accompanied with sooo many kisses and sweet words <333 like aaron thanking you for getting him away, and how much he loves you <3333

[healmydesires]

enchanted (s.h) - teaser

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: prince!steve harrington x fem!servant reader

❥ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: “You’ve been in love with the prince for god knows how long. For the longest time you were content with admiring him from afar, knowing your adoration for your favourite prince could never be revealed. Until one day, everything changed.” royal!au. childhood best friends to lovers. fools/idiots to lovers. forbidden romance.

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff + angst + smut (18+ mdni)

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 3,5k so far (it’s gonna be a big BOI)

⟶ A/N: I know for a fact that this will be a big fic. I have so many ideas that it’s driving me insane and I have to have this finished!!! NOW!!! anyways pls anticipate this fic with me 🫶

let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list or if you wanna ramble in my inbox about this with me! <3

You had worked at the palace of the kingdom Pagrarus for as long as you could remember. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, making sure that it was clean and pretty every day. Your childhood wish was to work for the royal family, just like your parents did. Your family had served the royal family as maids and whatnot for generations, so it only made sense that you grew up around them, and subsequently, their child.

Steve Harrington.

You don’t regret it. Working for royalty.

In fact, if anything, you’re grateful. Because if not for your position now, how could have you crossed paths with a soul like him?

You still remember the day you met him. Clear as day.

Such a sweet sweet day it was. The memory is still fresh in your mind, like the scent of your childhood room. A scent you never quite forgot. It faded over time, sure. But if you strained your memory even now, you can still smell it. The scent of comfort.

—

Decidedly, there have been many days in your life. Some happy, some sad. Some you remember better than others while others fade away into the back of your mind. Some are ingrained so deep in your mind that when you close your eyes, you can see every detail as if it’s currently happening. None, however, do you remember more clearly than the day you met Steve. It had been almost two decades ago; when you were five, and he was six.

You remember being nervous - your parents had brought you along to the castle, to introduce you to the royal family - you used to be a very lonely child, not being able to make friends easily. You were in awe as you walked through the luxurious castle with wide eyes, seeing it for the first time, it was truly a beautiful place.

As a reward for your family’s many generations of loyalty, they got the honour of working directly for the royal family. Your parents were close to the royal family despite that they were working for them. When you were very young, your mother was a personal attendant to the young prince.

It had all been incredibly overwhelming back then, and you’d only hidden further behind your mother’s legs. Until - you’d spotted a boy, looking just as lonely and nervous as you, also behind his mothers legs. The prince.

A fond smile curls on your face as you remember Steve’s little frame. With cute round cheeks, curious brown eyes, long brown hair, dressed in fine fabrics that were only made for royal people. He had sparked your curiosity, his intriguing eyes looking at you as if he longed for your friendship already.

Your parents pushed you into his direction, you’d approached him hesitantly. Immediately, he’d give you the brightest smile once you were in front of him. And that one action - that one smile - had sealed it between the two of you. Ever since then, Steve has been your best friend. He’d stick out his hand for you to take and would tug you along with him down the hall, showing you around the palace as you both giggled.

Nostalgia cascades through you as you continue mulling over your relationship with prince Steve. You’ve lived twenty-five years, and throughout the vast majority of it - he has been your only constant.

And for as long as you could remember, you’ve had an intense and hopeless crush on the prince, Steve Harrington.

[mysticmellowlove]

wowowow the ceo drabble was so good! i kinda love asshole pathetic men ok. and if you’re up to it, do you think you could write a continuation? or like anything really, love your writing <3

note; continuation of August coming up~ also please don't let your higher-ups take advantage of you! just a helpful reminder :)

warnings; dom reader, gn reader, male sub, switchy reader, asshole reader, bad practice, talk of non-con (past), a very consensual present, ruined orgasm, they're both mean your honour

based off; this

Despite totally wrecking him the other day August was still an asshole, and they were still working a nine-to-five at a company they barely cared about. The incessant tap of fingers on keyboards was driving them just about insane. Linda was sitting next to them chatting about some new company policy. Mark was over by the water cooler trying to flirt up the new intern. It was so inane that they could feel their eyes roll.

That was when they hatched the plan, to try and weasel their way into the big CEO's life. Why work in an office when you can suck dick a few times and get money for it? August was a horrible man with too much money under his belt, someone who had accosted them a few times before. So why couldn't they be horrible as well? It wouldn't be hard to blackmail someone like him, all they had to do was get him in such a pleasure-drunk state that he said some dubious secrets or something.

A message popped up on their computer screen through the work portal, of course it was him... who else would bother bugging them this close to closing time? With a huff they got off their chair and gathered up the file of papers they had been assigned to check over. While they walked over to his office, with its own private floor of course (and frosted windows), ideas began to bubble up in their head. They couldn't do it tonight, they had no tape recorder on them and their phone was in office jail currently (staring at social media during work hours was apparently not acceptable).

But he was such a prick that the thought was tempting.

"Wonderful, I've been waiting on these for over half an hour." August's office door swung open as he stood there, his hand clasped around a phone that was pressed to his ear. He regarded them briefly before ushering them inside, the strict tone he used against them melting away into something much more charismatic as he continued to talk to what they assumed was a shareholder.

Calmly they set the papers down on his desk, making sure to put them in the appropriate place as he'd probably blow a gasket if his precious desk was messed up. Just as they turned to leave though they were stopped by a hand on their arm. With a curt smile he hung up the phone and put it into his suit pocket.

If only he wasn't so disgustingly hot they thought.

"Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I brought you up here. Those documents were half an hour late." He said cooly as he went to sit at his chair, his figure almost looming over his desk.

"You're my least efficient worker and pay cuts are coming soon..." he trailed off as if he was being mysterious. This was how it happened, back when they had first come here they had been so eager to please. Money moved the world, and they needed it more than anyone else. To admit they were a pushover wasn't easy but it was the truth.

"You know what I've had it up to here with you. Years of being this little toy has done a number on me. Have you ever thought that maybe I don't perform as high as you want because your cock is usually shoved into me?" A crude snarl rose to their face as they stepped forward, rounding the table so they could be at his side instead of in front of him.

"And yet here you are, threatening me. We all know you won't survive here without me, who'd make you cream your pants better than I?" A laugh left them as his eyes widened and his face reddened.

"Who are you to say things like that to me?!" He seemed to flare up defensively, just a scared little boy hiding behind his title... that was all he was. Their hand darted out and wrapped around his throat, slamming his head back against his leather chair. A strangled gasp left him as they straddled his lap, of course his dick was already hard against them.

"Come on now, don't fool yourself. I can tell you're cock's weeping at the sight of me. I have it conditioned after all. You've had years of fun and now it's my turn. I know what you are." They leaned into his chest, their free hand palming at his clothed dick. He shuddered beneath them, finally a drowsy look crossed his eyes.

"You're nothing but a cheap whore in a suit. I'm sure if you weren't in the rat race you'd be sitting at home tied to a chair." They laughed as he tried to fight back against them. Despite his arms being free he barely seemed to push them away. Acting as if he didn't want this.

"It's my turn now." They mused as they shucked their shirt off, letting their nipples rise in the cold air of his office. Immediately his eyes trailed to them, his tongue wetting his lips indiscreetly. A snide laugh left them again.

"See, you're like a dog, aren't you. So hungry for me and yet still so high and mighty. You know you never did beg last time." He seemed to be unaffected by their words as he tried to lean into their grip to get closer to their body. With an angry grunt they shoved him back again, their fingers digging into his skin as a warning. A short groan left him.

"It's your turn to sit back and take it yeah? Come on be a good whore for me." His mouth dropped open as they slowly shifted so they could take his pants off, letting his cock spring free of its cotton bounds. They rolled their eyes as they saw the angry red tip drooling precum.

"Insatiable." They whispered under their breath as they ground their pants into him. The rough fabric seemed to please him though as he tried to wheeze a moan out. They loosened their fingers before letting his neck go entirely, instead using his shoulders as leverage to bounce on him.

"Even now I'm only thinking about your orgasm, how annoying. You'll owe me one for later tonight, how about that." They hummed as the fabric of their own pants rolled over his sensitive dick. He looked up at them with glassy eyes, his words slightly slurred.

"W-what?" Was all he managed, seemingly too far gone but still coherent enough to have his snark.

"I quit, I'm done." They said as they looked down at him, a menacing grin on their face. His eyes seemed to widen but before he could say anything they wrapped their hand around him, tugging his cock roughly. A strangled moan left him as his nails dug into the armrests, his words muffled by his enjoyment.

"But this, this isn't over yet. You owe me for all of those years. You would've gone under if I wasn't acting as stress relief huh?" They cooed mockingly as tears budded at the corners of his eyes.

"You didn't let me cum last time." He managed to say as he looked at them, a small spark of defiance in his eyes.

"Better come up with something worth my time or else I'll leave you dry again." It was like a match was lit between the two of them, both feeding off each other's flame. Yet only one could win out in the end and they knew August would falter.

"Fuck." He groaned as his hands clasped around their waist, not controlling the movement but simply resting there. A small admittance of defeat.

"There are other positions open." He finally yielded, his eyes hateful as he looked up at them. They pretended to think as they stopped their movement, teasing a whine from his throat.

"Not interested." Was all they said.

"I'll pay." Their eyebrow quirked up. They didn't know too much about business but in this state neither did August. All he was doing was chasing his orgasm, the one they had denied him before.

"For what?" So close, they were so close.

"For being my..." A deliberate roll of their hips stopped him in his tracks.

"Fucking fine, for fucking me! I'll pay you to fuck me, just finish me off." A curt laugh left their mouth as they slid off his lap and positioned themselves next to him, their hand gripping him at the base.

"Come on now, that's barely what I want." He groaned as his head fell back to his chair, his teeth grit.

"Please make me cum, please please please." He begged, over and over like the broken record he was. They grinned and began to move their hand up and down his shaft, making sure to miss his head on purpose.

Before he could refute their actions they planted their hand over his mouth, intent on giving him his orgasm but not in the way he wanted it. His hips stuttered as his cock jerked in their hands, pitiful spurts of cum dribbled down his cock and coated their hand as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Their hands left him as the cold air seemed to chill him, his eyes trailed over to them as a silent question formed on his tongue.

"My house, tonight. Maybe this time I'll give you a real climax." They grinned as they turned on their feet and walked to his door.

"Consider this my two weeks." With a wink and a snide smile they were off.

[cupcake669]

A: Lucifer. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past few months have been a torment. I came to the Hotel with the single object of antagonizing you. I had to bully you. I have fought against my better judgment, the owner of my soul's expectations, the inferiority of your parenting skills, my rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.

L: I don't understand.

A: [through gritted teeth] I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honour of accepting my hand.

Part 2-3 of my silly little idea? Au? Fever dream?

I think that Alastor would be either smug af while proposing or he would be having a mental breakdown because he has feelings he can't control and it drives him insane.

Lucifer is genuinely baffled at first, but my man isn't the sin of pride for nothing, so he won't hold back at all when he rejects the Radio Demon's ass.

[ineffabildaddy]

43, 41 or z on the tmi tuesday ask game?

hello!! sorry i'm so horrifically late to this😭

42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing:

i'm gonna be totally predictable here and shout out my friends!! these are just a few of the dozens of wonderful fic writers i know:

@foolishlovers writes incredible quiet, gentle and romantic human aus, often trans-focused and so affirming and beautiful!!! read their work here. so so hard to choose a favourite, it changes all the time, but the first fic that sprung to mind was Tales of Turning Pages, a trans writer!crowley x librarian!aziraphale au

@crowleyslvt aka @leporidaecervinae is incredible for extremely visceral, psychological, raunchy stuff. read his work here - my favourite fic by them is Chains and Their Titles, which is a post-season 2 supreme archangel aziraphale/fem!crowley porn with plot journey

@voluptatiscausa's work is, as i have previously described it, thought-provoking and cunt-flooding to the highest degree<3 intensely gentle and clement and sexy and human. read his work here - it is all to be treasured but imo Communicato in Sacris is a mouth-watering priest au, and a brilliant representation of all their writing can do

@captainblou has an amazing handle on the back-and-forth and banter between crowley and aziraphale in every universe, no matter what they're doing around, with, or to each other... read their work here - a oneshot by them which lives in my head rent free is Roses don't wear freckles like you do, a pwp with some of my favourite things - wax play, praise kink, and sex toys<3

@bowtiepastabitch hasn't written a lot of fic in comparison to some other writers yet, but what they do write drives me absolutely insane. read their work here! they wrote a dom!aziraphale oneshot called The Art of Victorian Dressing which had me foaming at the mouth with how measured it was in its obscenity, and how sensually rich it was to read!

43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you?

@naromoreau and blackeyedblonde on ao3 (idk if the latter has a tumblr) are two writers whose work i've recently read that inspired me a lot - all your gardens in bloom and a clutch of our own respectively. if i ever write anything an inch as sexy and luscious and emotionally fulfilling as these two do i'll retire happily!

Z: Is there a story you’ve written that doesn’t seem to get much love?

there's a couple! i was quite pleased with this 18th-century oneshot i wrote recently for @portraitofalonelydyke, i'd be honoured if people gave that one a look!

thank you so much for these!! i hope you're having a wonderful day💙

[welcometololaland]

Binged Read "living at the centre of would...." tonight, and i am in tears, I just love love your writing so damn much Lola 🫶🏼 You grip on Characters and their Characterization is so strong. I have read every single of your Lone star fics till date. You are my Favorite author!! I have specially made a tumblr account to reach out to the beautiful writers of this fandom and appreciate them and let you'll know that you all matter so very much to us!!!

Can't wait to read what more beautiful things you put for us, i m specifically so intrested in ALTA ( just genuine excitement and want to share the Excitement , no pressure, please take your time,m very patient lmao)

Never Understood Grief so wonderfully and truthfully before!

Thank You <3

(ALTA SNIPPET BELOW CUT)

Thank you so much! The honeymoon fic was difficult for me to write (because I don't often write angst), but it was also incredibly cathartic. I think it helped me process a lot of my own feelings about season 4 episodes 17 and 18, and also made me think deeper about Carlos in particular and his state of mind in these episodes.

I feel honoured to know you have read so many of my stories! I hope they brought you joy <3 I think it's awesome you made a tumblr account to tell people that you like their work!

ALTA is finished, but it is in beta-phase. I'm not sure when it will be ready but I'm hoping to post ch 1 soon(ish). This fic has been so fiddly and difficult, I don't think I've EVER spent so much time nitpicking. I've re-written and re-worked the chapters so many times it's insane. Never write a mystery, guys. It's HARD lol. Here, have a snippet (it's unbeta-d, don't judge me).

Summer Break, June 2015

“Carlos,” TK sighs, sliding himself into the passenger seat of Carlos’ car, jiggling the ancient manual windows to wind them down, allowing fresh air in. Carlos knows he’s going to have to get a better car one day – he can’t keep driving around in something that has no AC in the middle of Texas – but he’s also a broke student and his father isn’t a movie star. Not that he’ll be reminding TK of that, lest he turn up to TK’s house one day and find himself presented with a brand new Range Rover.

Although, given recent events, he’s never going to be able to set foot in TK’s house again.

“Carlos,” TK repeats with a little huff, leaning back against the seat as Carlos backs out of Owen’s driveway. “Why are you so mad? It’s not like this is the first time this has happened—”

“TK,” Carlos exclaims, one hand tapping the steering wheel in exasperation. “Your dad walked in and we were—”

“My dad has walked in on us loads of times,” TK argues. “He has no sense of privacy, you know that.”

“Yes, but—”

“One time he caught me practically giving you a blowjob, remember?” TK interjects. “I think it was the first time you met him, actually—”

“TK!” Carlos practically cries. “How are you not more concerned about the fact that your dad walked in while you were riding me?”

TK shrugs. “I don’t know,” he replies, infuriatingly calm. “We’re adults and adults have sex, right? I don’t think anyone in the Strand household is under any illusions as to why the pool house was out of bounds for six months straight.”

Carlos has a sudden urge to take a random left hand turn and drive them into another state. He’s not sure he can bear to be in the same timezone as Owen Strand, knowing that he’s seen them in such a compromising position. On second thoughts, Carlos wishes he could drive to Antarctica.

“Seriously, baby,” TK says, holding his palm up on the centre console, begging for Carlos’ touch. “It’s going to be okay. I bet my dad won’t even say anything. I mean, he might make an awkward joke about it but trust me, he doesn’t care.”

Carlos blows out a breath. “I don’t know,” he replies with uncertainty. “I’m beginning to think we should move out.”

Out of his peripherals, he can see TK practically bounce in the passenger seat. “Some place other than your college dorm?” he asks. “Carlos, that would be—”

“I’m not serious,” Carlos interjects, then feels terrible about it when he looks across at TK’s face and sees it fall. “Wait, hang on, I didn’t mean—”

TK retracts his hand and brings it to his face, covering his mouth as he turns to look out of the passenger-side window. 

“TK,” Carlos calls, sighing as he pulls over to the kerb and throws the car into park. “TK, look at me.”

TK turns back slowly, a sad frown etched into his features. “I get it,” he says, a little despondently. “I mean, I’d be terrible to live with. I know you think I’m spoiled and I don’t know how to do anything, and I do hate chores but I’d do them if it meant I got to live with you.”

“I don’t think any of those things,” Carlos says softly, reaching across the space between them to rest his palm on TK’s leg. “Sweetheart, I’d love nothing more than to live with you—”

“I do hate chores,” TK admits. “Come on, that part is true.”

“Okay,” Carlos concedes, allowing his lips to curl into a smile as he watches TK’s do the same. “If we’re being honest, you suck at chores. But I’m sure you could get good at them, with practice.”

“Maybe,” TK says, wrinkling his nose. “I hear you’re a pretty good teacher.”

“I am,” Carlos replies seriously, leaning halfway across the console to kiss the tip of TK’s nose and then his lips. “I want to live with you, TK,” he says. “I just can’t afford that right now. Plus, we’re young. Maybe it’s a good idea to wait until we finish college at least.”

“And give my dad more opportunities to walk in on us?” TK asks, arching an eyebrow. “Your funeral, Reyes.”

Carlos shrugs, trying to school his expression. “Oh no, that’s not happening,” he says smoothly. “We just can’t have sex at your place anymore.”

“What are you suggesting?” TK scoffs. “That we have sex in your dorm room? Because Darren is gonna have to get real cool with some stuff pretty quickly…”

Carlos shakes his head. “I was thinking more like abstinence.”

TK chokes. “Abst— No, Carlos. Abstinence does not work when your boyfriend looks like this.” He flourishes his hands in Carlos’ direction, motioning to the entire top half of his body.

“Was thinking we could wait until marriage,” Carlos teases, turning the ignition back on as TK squawks. 

“Okay,” he says, “I guess we’re getting married tomorrow.”

“Not legal yet,” Carlos points out. “Guess we’ll have to wait a while.”

[cardansriddle]

1K CELEBRATION 

THANK YOU MY FELLOW TOM RIDDLE SIMPS FOR 1K FOLLOWERS!!!!!! <3

In honour of reaching this milestone, I have decided to leave a prompt list for you to choose from and send in requests. (You may select as many as you want. There is no limit.)

—PROMPTS

"Are you jealous?"

"Stay."

"I would never hurt you."

"I would kill for you."

"Are you drunk?"

"You can do better than that."

"You have not changed a bit."

"Are Prefects not supposed to enforce rules? Not break them."

"Can you carry me?"

"You are an idiot."

"You drive me insane."

"You have changed."

"Let me take care of you."

"Why would you do this to me?"

"Come on, don't be a buzzkill."

"I do not need your help."

"Let me love you."

"Do not be a brat."

"Let your anger consume you. Let it all out."

"Kiss me."

"I have noticed the way you look at me."

"Just once."

"I despise your existence."

"Are you...crying?"

"Look what you do to me."

"You don't know me."

"I hate you." "No you don't."

"Talk to me."

"Are you alright?"

"You do not own me."

"I wish I could forget you."

"You haunt me."

"Tell me this isn't true."

"You are not the person I fell in love with."

"Don't lie to me."

"Get out."

"Do you love me?"

"I will kill him."

"Do not ask questions you don't want the answers to."

"Is this real?"

"You would understand me no matter what."

"You turned my life upside down."

"I wish I could kill you."

"You and I don't belong together."

"Keep lying to yourself."

"You are either truly blind or just really naive."

"Are you drunk?"

"This is not love. It is obsession."

"Wish I could say the same."

"Let all of it go."

P.S. I love you all. Thank you for being patient with me.

[prettypleaseinplnk]

hello my lovely bunny! <3

im so glad you enjoyed reading my last ask- i see it's made you so eager to hear from me again. don't worry, you've made me sooo so eager as well with how needy you sound :)

i love the fact that you have no idea who i am, i wish i could take advantage of that- just show up in the same aisle as you while you're out shopping, not being able to take my eyes off of you as my mind wanders, just wondering how easy it would be to grab you and take you home with me..

this time, i'd lay you on your back, place a bar between your legs to make sure you're spread completely open for me, and tie your hands to the headboard. i'd start softly drawing letters on your clit with the tip of my tongue, spelling out my name and forcing you to guess. i know how desperate you get, but i'd have so much fun watching you nearly cry from how badly you wish i'd just let you fall apart in my mouth. you'd only have a few chances to get it right, so pay close to attention...

but this wandering mind problem you have would make this hard for you, right baby? don't worry, i can fix that for you.. i could smack you, but i don't think my hand is enough- if im going to train you to only focus on the feeling of my tongue edging you to no end, i'll need to replace that pleasure with painful smacks on your already aching clit. aww, did that hurt, my bunny? maybe you can figure out how to pay better attention next time, hm? i'd keep denying you pleasure until you're just a perfect doll with no space in your pretty mind for a single thought. oh how embarrassing, did that sting on your pussy make you more wet? god, seeing you like this would drive me insane.. i'd need to get my fix before i let you finish..

i'd untie you, remove the bar from your legs, sit in a chair across from the bed, and make you crawl to me. you'd look like such a desperate little slut on your hands and knees for me- now let's see how deserving you are. come and taste me, baby- show me how worthy you are with that pretty little mouth of yours.. i can only imagine the needy little moans you'd make and how the vibration would feel on my pussy. i know you'd be so good for me. it wouldn't take long before i'm gripping your hair to push your face down, burying it in my pussy as my body tenses and i cum. you'd clean me up like such a good little bunny, right?

oh it seems like you're dripping all over the floor underneath you- how pathetic, getting all worked up like this from pleasing a stranger.. unfortunately for you my pretty little toy, i think i'd want to see just how long i can keep you yearning for release now.. hours? days? weeks? i know how badly you want to be broken, and im sure this would be a fun way to do it, at least on my end. torturing you would be my favorite, my bunny.

-🫧

Hello 🫧, I’m so glad to hear from you again, that last ask got me so desperate!

Oh how I would love for that to happen..I would love to be out somewhere minding my own business maybe getting groceries or browsing items in a clothing store when suddenly you come up behind me, maybe you’ll grab my hips? cover my mouth with your hand? Whisper into my ear that I know you, and that I was made for this, whilst my brain scrambles to understand and figure out who you are.

I’d love to have you tie me up so I am completely at your mercy, my legs spread open, unable to move and revealing my cunt to you, allowing you to see how wet I am already just from what little you’ve done to me. I think even just having me spread out like that is enough to make me a mindless little doll for you…

And giving me the honour of being between your legs? Wow… I promise I’d be such a good little bunny for you, I’d be so eager to make you feel wonderful and get you to cum>.< So eager to bury myself in your pussy that my face would get absolutely covered in your slick, getting all messy just to please you. Would love to feel your legs shake around me and your pretty cunt pulse as you cum on my tongue it would feel so good, get me so wet and drippy.. it sounds so lovely.

Xx bunny

[anachronistic-falsehood]

SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED MY FIC i really appreciated the long comment <3333

I ENJOYED IT VERY MUCH oughgh dude it was so good. aghggh. the fucked up guys of all time <3 was giggling and kicking my feet and twirling my hair the whole time reading it

[markpakinarchive]

ten bl actors i want carnally to hold hands with and give forehead pats and cheek smooches to:

bc being aroace i don't want anyone carnally but i do want to be soft n gentle with my favourite bl boys!

tagged by esme @itsallaboutbl 💖 and tagging anybody who would like to do this and hasn't already! pls tag me in your lists, i want to see!

war wanarat, my little guy! he's so soft n sweet and tiny, i love my best boy!

bank mondop, i will wrap him in a blanket and feed him soup one day. i will. <3

james supamongkon, king of my heart for real. he's just so beautiful bro.

mix sahaphap, ofc he's here he's my best friend in the whole world.

mark pakin, my boy bestie! he's so fun and soft i want to tenderly hold.

yin anan, my tiniest boy ever with the cheekiest smile omg <3

prem warut, my goofiest bestie on this list who is also insanely pretty omg

babe tanatat, a newly acquired big brown eyed boy, but i already love him <3

park jaechan, number one pocket boy! giving him smooches right now...

but i wouldn't be rin if i didn't give an honourable mention to the men i might even kiss on the lips because they do genuinely drive me a little bit bonkers:

kao noppakao, he's been my number one since uwma and i would kiss him 100%

tor thanapob, my baby, my boy, my husband of all time! who wouldn't kiss him?

billy patchanon, he's so fine i don't think i've ever been this whipped for a man

okay time to shut up now but kdjfhks i'm sorry for not sticking to the memo i just don't want anyone carnally <3

[loriane-elmuerto]

—something something sentence Thursday

Got tagged by @dihardys and @indorilnerevarine to share a WIP I'm working on, thank you! Surprise surprise, it's not cod, it's jjba, in honour of stone ocean ending today (guys I'm so not ready you cannot believe)

Gonna tag @chuckhansen, @queennymeria, @countessrooster, @lucky-107, @cryptcombat, @florbelles, @unholymilf, @jendoe, @jennystahl, @shellibisshe, @cobb-vanthss, @heroofpenamstan, @cptcassian, @jackiesarch, @risingsh0t, @roofgeese, and @prometheas, only if you want to! ❤️

Putting this under a read more <3

Caroline doesn't know how long she has been on her feet, her hands never once leaving her husband's chest. Not even the long hours of the hospital that have trained her can keep her up for much more, but the sheer fucking will that has been instilled in her screams that if she moves away for even a moment, she will lose Jotaro for good.

Golden Saint, always the realist, keeps reminding her that Caroline is only exhausting her own life force for nothing, that all they can do now is wait, but Caroline can't wait. Apparently, she's been sitting and waiting for disaster to strike for almost twenty years now, which, in her own humble opinion, is just insulting.

Twenty years. That's how long their friends knew that Dio was alive, and nobody had said anything to her. As if she was a precious fucking porcelain doll that would break at the mere touch. Twenty years of silence had now destroyed the family she had worked so hard to create and maintain, the family she sacrificed her own dreams for. Her firstborn daughter, the girl that had endured too much for such a young age, now in prison for a crime she did not commit. The man she saved time and again, the one who always put his life on the line to protect her, now dead in her arms. Their youngest boy, only ten years old, but already exposed to old horrors that follow their family like a shadow, hidden away in Avdol's care, all alone on the other side of world.

Oh, how she wishes that she was still 29 years old, sitting with Jotaro on the front porch of his old home, watching Jolyne play with little Sherry as the sun was setting behind the children's backs. Where they were still happy, still in love—

"You're losing focus, Caroline." Saint's voice never failed to bring her back to reality. The Stand with the plague doctor mask was standing on the opposite side of Jotaro's bed, plague doctor mask in hand. Caroline hated at that particular moment that her and Saint had the same face.

Her throat was still raw from screaming and crying over her losses. "What do you want me to do? Pace around the room like a caged animal, driving myself insane as I watch my husband's body rots with each passing minute?" The mere thought forced her to press her palms down even harder, continuing the healing process.

"What you're doing is feeling sorry for yourself over the current situation. Your mourning the future, a future which won't even happen. You're focusing only on here and now, which, by the way, is slowly killing us both."

"You don't—"

"Shut up and listen already. You and I both know that Rejuvenation will not work, he needs both of the disks back. So focus on that. You, standing here, wasting your life? That's exactly what Pucci and Dio want. Do you want to give them the fucking satisfaction? Do you want Jotaro to wake up to your smiling face, or do you want him and the kids to find out you drained yourself to the point of death?"

She was right. She was right.

"You're Caroline Becker. When life decides to kick you down, you don't cry and feel sorry for yourself the entire time. You get angry, and you take matters into your own hands. So get angry already, and do something about it. You left a fucking dent in that psycho vampire's chest, you can rip his head off, and we both have the means to do it."

The Arrow. Truth be told, Caroline always hoped she would not have to touch the thing again, not after what happened at Morioh, to Kira.

But Saint was right. It was time Dio and Pucci were dealt with once and for all.

Saint didn't fail to notice Caroline's hands moving away from Jotaro's chest. Nor how her back straightened, how the look in her eyes changed. The Stand merely smiled as she put the mask back on her face.

"Finally."

[rosaacicularis]

🎵 song rec for the soul?? Because every since I found this song it’s just- EVERY OTHER LYRIC IS SCARIAN AND IT DRIVES ME INSANE I need- help. "Bob Dylan" by Fall out boy (yes I know) this if formatted really strangely so like I apologise

When they say ‘you and what army?’ / i guess they’re talking about you and me /

nobody will love you like-like I do / I guess thats half true

so what fates do we share?

(this is literally the first 30 seconds like)

some of my favourites below!

so put your shame on a billboard for a second (all I can think about is the reputation points board)

everybody loves bob dylan / i just want you to love me like that - im obsessed do you love me like that?

come down from your holy mountain / i’m down, i’m down

i say ‘lets list some lyrics’ I say, and then proceed to put literally every other lyric in the song. its just them your honour, i cant be blamed

no but you’re literally so right, and you should absolutely say it <3

they’re obsessed with each other, they want a kind of love only the other can offer….. they want to ruin each other, so that they’re dependent…… they want the world to know that they’re together, that they’re each other’s….

[gregoftom]

sorry just had to send this post your way what with those marvey asks and this one just seems so you-core :')

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OH BOY that is insaaaane omg i can see why marvey drives ppl insane bc this would absolutely be my 13th reason good grief. i like how good boy is me-core i am Honoured that's my association <3

god bless you for this ask and the post link i appreciate it MUCHLY

[niuxita21]

So, I really enjoyed doing an inventory of all the shows I watched in order to select the top 5 last year, so I decided to do it again this year, taking advantage of the fact that I’m going through a bit of a work crisis and have a lot of unintended free time. I also imposed a rule that I could only include new shows I watched this year, otherwise at the very least MSH2 and Evil would be on this list again, and that’s boring. Anyway, once again, I give you my top 5 shows of 2022.

5. Hacks (HBO Max)

It’s no surprise that this show is on here when Wanted, the show it closely reminds me of, topped my list last year. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: the whole “older and younger woman are forced to work/hang together for plot reasons and start out bickering but eventually grow fond of each other” should become a trend the way the “group of teenage girls survives a plane crash in the woods/a deserted island” premise seems to have taken off. The relationship between Ava and Deborah is truly what drives the show, and I’m glad the people behind it recognize it to the point of referring to it as a “love story” in some media outlets. However, this show does have a leg up on Chelsea and Lola from Wanted in that 1) Ava is actually bi and 2) her attraction to Deborah has been acknowledged in canon, all of which makes their dynamic VERY interesting. I’m very excited to see where the writers take it in season 3 with the starting point of them working separately for the first time, and I hope this show manages to steer clear of whatever dumpster fire is going on over at HBO Max. *fingers crossed emoji*

4. Only Murders in the Building (Hulu)

(No illustrations because I still haven’t finished it, boo.)

I know, I didn’t think this would be my type of show what with its 2:1 male to female lead character ratio and complete lack of lesbians (no, Cara Delevingne’s character’s 2-second guest spot doesn’t count), but what hooked me was the unlikely dynamic between Oliver, Charles, and Mabel, which is a weird hybrid between fathers/daughter and BFFs that I really enjoy. That plus the whole murder-mystery aspect was what made it must-see TV for me in the second half of this year. Very excited to see more of my favourite weird, dumb little family getting into EVEN MORE trouble in season 3.

3. Yellowjackets (Showtime)

Again, no surprise this show is here when the other show I dubbed as “Lost with teenage girls” (The Wilds) also made it into my list last year. However, I do think this show is more deserving of that title, purely because of the way it got me staying up late reading all sorts of theories and how haunting some episodes were. Super stoked to be getting at least TWO more seasons of whatever batshit insanity the writers come up with to explain the “how cannibalism” and “why cannibalism” of it all (even if I will forever be bitter by the casting of adult Van and the gross torpedoing of only the hottest married lesbian couple on TV since Stef and Lena *cough*). The sole fact that THAT is the main premise is just... absolutely bonkers, lmao. Your fave gritty, male-dominated, Emmy-bait shows could never.

2. The Mallorca Files 

From being harmlessly entertained by it, to becoming absolute T R A S H for its lead crime-solving duo in the span of a short dance sequence, to the crushing despair upong finding out it had been left incomplete courtesy of the pandemic and might not even get another season, to the soaring excitement of the season 3 announcement, this show put me through a rollercoaster of emotions this year. But now I’m just happy that the COVID-truncated season 2 won’t be the last we see of the hottest crime-fighting pairing this side of the Atlantic. I mean, realistically, it’s just your typical upbeat, Castle-esque crime drama with the standard bickering lead m/f duo, except with the added value of bilingualism (well, sometimes), with honourable mention to the lead actors’ commendable yet adorable efforts to get the Spanish pronounciation right (seriously, I want Elen Ryhs’s pronounciation of “García” as my ringtone. Oof); the gorgeous Mallorca setting, which ALMOST justifies the Airbnbs costing 1000 dollars a night in the summer (not that I’m speaking from experience or anything); and, most importantly, HEIGHT DIFFERENCE. It also pretty much cemented what is clearly my “type” of late when it comes to hettys I will become absolute trash for against my better judgment (namely, tall(er) handsome goofball + hot gringa. See also: Rollins/Carisi and Magnum/Higgins). It’s good to know that, even in my mid-thirties, I still find ways to surprise myself. So yeah, if you know me, you can pretty much guess why such a run-of-the-mill crime drama is so high up on my list. But if you’re into that sort of thing, you should definitely check it out. At the very least, it will put a smile on your face.

1. Mine (Netflix)

A K-drama on my top 5 shows of 2022 list?? It’s more likely than you’d think! I wasn’t interested in K-dramas for a long time because I thought they were all romances and that’s extremely boring to me. However, after a friend of mine introduced me to them via one show that was all about female-bonding with zero romance/love interests, I started to understand the appeal, and this show marks the fourth K-drama that I’ve watched in little over one year. The moment I heard through the grapevine that this show included lesbians, I decided I needed to check it out but, as usual, that ended up being the least interesting part of the show for me given that the actual plot involved none other than one of my FAVOURITE neo-tropes (namely, woman gets attached to a child that is not her own and needs to fight tooth and nail for her right to be their mother), with the added twist of the typical adoptive mom/child/bio mom familial love triangle turning into a Harold-adjacent, two-mom situation AND a trio of complex, three-dimensional leading ladies who, despite maybe not completely liking each other at the best of times, were 100% down for teaming up to bring down trash men. It’s like this show reached into my brain and took notes of EXACTLY what to put in to get me completely obsessed with it. I’m having a hard time dealing with the pesky K-drama custom of shows having only one season because like, what am I supposed to do with my life now???? WHERE will I find another ice queen lesbian character that can threaten to kill a man without breaking a sweat???? Life is pain.