#we gotta love ot

[mechanicalinfection]

"Queer."

[daddy-ul]

heya, i'm jinn, i am a basic and i miss atlas rise! live.

[bunnyboy-juice]

does anyone else ever get the urge to dress their loved ones up like little barbie dolls? like i love you so much i want to tell you what to wear and watch you prance around in the cute little outfit i picked for you!!!!

[penisliker-moved]

started replaying tp (NOT TOILET PAPER!!!!!) with my sibling yayyy yayyyy skipping around

[lionizingheathen]

We always have time- R.L

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Remus taking you against a wall

Warnings: Smut, roughish smut, spanking, use of the word whore

Smut under the cut, hope you enjoy

"Remus... Remus... They're gonna be here soon..." You whined, and Remus pressed your face against the wall, thrusting his cock in faster as he closed his hand around your throat, pressing a kiss to the side of your face as he chuckled softly. "There's enough time, love. Don't worry." He reached around, roughly rubbing at your clit, making you let out a ragged moan as he tightened his grip on your throat. "And even if there isn't, they can wait, they're adults." Remus said, and you opened your mouth to protest. "But-." He slapped your ass hard, making you cry out. Okay. "I said take my cock and stop fucking complaining, are we clear?" He said, his voice somehow both incredibly sweet and dangerously calm at the same time. You whimpered and nodded, chewing on your lip. "Yes sir." You moaned, and he let out a grunt of approval. He liked that one, it was one of his favorite things that you called him. "Good girl, that's what I thought." He praised, and you grinned to yourself, thrusting your hips backwards to meet him. It always felt so perfect when you were together, like you were made for this. Made for him. "You always look like such a whore, taking me so easily." He teased, and you moaned, scratching your nails down the wall. His whore. Always. "Only for you." You sighed, and he nodded, tracing a finger up your spine. "Oh, you better be. I didn't agree to share you... though I wouldn't be opposed. I know the other guys have been eyeing you up, Sirius has made more than one remark about how pretty your ass would look bouncing on his lap." He smirked, and you whined, feeling yourself get even wetter at the thought of that, though you'd never have said it yourself. "Only... if... if you're there." You said, and he chuckled, sucking a mark into the side of your neck as he pulled your head up by your hair, making you gasp. "Oh, none of them would touch what was mine if I didn't get ot see it, pup. That's the whole point." He murmured, and you groaned, your forehead falling against the wall once again as you pressed your hands against it, feeling the fire begin in your stomach. You were getting closer by the second. "Oh fuck." "What, babe?" He asked, and you groaned, knowing he knew what was happening. He just wanted to hear you say it, that was half of the reason he always took you so roughly, he liked it when you got vocal for him. "'m getting close... Remus..." You whined, and he chuckled, only increasing his pace. God, he was otherwordly. "Good-." You were cut off by the sound of the front door opening. Remus didn't slow down his pace, if anything he increased it again, making your eyes roll back in your head. "Remus? Y/N?" Sirius called up the stairs, and you heard Remus curse, and his hips stopped for a moment, making you whimper. Was he going to leave you like this? "Shit..." He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he continued his hard thrusts, covering your mouth to hide any screams or moans that might escape as he shouted toward the door. "One second! Still getting ready." He called, and he released your mouth, kissing you sloppily on the mouth as he tugged at your nipples, making you whimper. "Remus-." He cut you off, bringing his fingers down to your clit again, circling rougher and faster now, making you melt into his hand. "Gotta speed this up." Remus bit down on the side of your neck, making you cry out as you trembled, feeling yourself begin to fall right over the edge "Come on, baby." He growled, and that sent you over, the shock of his growl. You came with a whine, burying your face into his neck as you clawed down his back. "Fuck... Fuck..." You whined, and he stilled inside of you, shooting his seed into you, lifting your head to kiss you deeply. "Mmm..." He helped you dress again, escorting you from the room. "There we go. Now the night can begin." There was no way that they hadn't heard any of that. No way in hell.

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

Love Me

Summary: Adin is well known for his edates so he invites kai and tries to set him up with a girl, sooner or later kai and y/n became something more.

"OK, uhhm we got one more girl to introduce." Adin said to Kai.

"OK, she better be bad, I like seeing a pretty girl through the screen." Kai said smiling thinking about the girl Adin going to invite.

" I got you, bro, just by her name she bad, you can even check her Insta she bad as fuck." Adin reassures Kai.

"Alright, bruh, I put my faith in you nigga, she betta be bad." Kai tells Adin as he drinks some water.

"OK, let me invite her." Adin says as he invites you to the chat.

"Hey." Said Y/n as she greets herself.

Kai was almost about to spit out his water while looking at, you look like dream come true.

'Damn she bad, I'm boutta shoot my shot." Kai thought to himself.

"Hey, Y/n how are you?" Adin ask you.

" Uhm, I'm doing good I never really done this stuff before so this is my first time." Y/n said to adin smiling.

Kai was punching the air right now through his mind, you was to fine. Your hair was freshly done, you had these cute pink acrylic nails, and your shiny glossy lips, Kai had to have you, just down bad just looking at you, he got to get know you.

As Adin start talking Kai shut him up.

"Damn, nigga let me talk to the pretty girl you the one that setting me up her." Kai said smiling wanting adin to be quiet so he could talk to Y/n.

"OK, damn, I'll just mute myself while you two talk, let me go get something I'll be right back." Adin said as he got up and left, leaving only you and Kai.

"Hi." Said Y/n

"Hey." Kai responded back.

"Wait, you said this yo first time, right? Why is that?." Kai said wanting to smack himself why he gotta be so forward.

"I'm sorry if that sounded forward, I was trying get to know you, I don't wanna leave a pretty girl like bored, you know what I'm sayin." Kai said making Y/n smile.

"Now that I ain't a problem, I never really do this stuff before, I'm focused on me, my family gotta provide for myself, so I never really put to much stuff on a nigga right know, you know, and boys never really notice me" Y/n said sadly, kai notice that.so he try to light the mood.

"Them niggas bugging then, cause if I was them and if I saw you in public I'll try my shot, word to my deads." Kai said making Y/n smile.

Kai and Y/n hit it off they been talking about they personal lives and what they do, Kai made Y/n feel some time a way she never felt like with a man, he was different he was nice, he liked her for her, and he was funny.

"I know this seems to early since I just met you and all, but can I get you number?" Y/n said making Kai's eyes go wide.

"Yeah, that's cool." Kai said trying to play ot cool knowing he wanted to jump and scream.

Adin came back seeing Y/n and Kai hitting it off, he know Kai is gonna thank him later.

"It was nice talking to you." Y/n said to Kai.

"It was nice talking to you, too." Kai said.

Y/n left the call.

Kai started screaming and shouting as he ran around his room.

"Ayo, W man's Bruh, Adin thank you bruh, I appreciate you doin this, man." Kai said.

"No, problem dude." Adin said to kai.

"Alright, I gotta go I'll talk to you later." Said Adin as he was about to leave the call.

"Alright, peace." Kai said as he left the call.

Kai couldn't stop thinking bout you. He turn around to see Fanum opening his door to coming inside his room.

" What you smiling for, gang?" Fanum question as he sees kai smiling.

"Bro, adin set me up with this bad bitch, bruh she fine as hell and I got her number." Kai said to Fanum, Fanum dab Kai up.

"W Rizz, Nigga." Fanum said dabbing up Kai.

"Ayo. Chat I finally got a girl." Kai said smiling to the camera.

(I'm not sure if I like this, but I hope u guys like this and tell me what u think?)

[brawlstars-dragon-au]

Sketch dump time! A whole bunch of requests from the crazy ex-bird app

In Order: Maisie, Pam, Colette, Buster, Chester, Chuster ❤️🧡 (and a teeny Gus), Leon and Sandy (Leondy 💚💜), Bull, El Primo, and Mandy!

Extra notes about each sketch:

Maisie:

Her breath attack is a condensed foam material, similar to that of a fire extinguisher. Using a gas similar to a pressurized CO² (based on gas-based fire extinguishers!), she shoots it out at high speeds. These hits can potentially cause frostbite and even severe damage to the body if left unattended. She's quite powerful in this AU due to this ability 👀👀 being able to put out the fires and overpower another dragon's breath? Now THAT'S some queen moves right there! She can also simply spray out the foam substance at short range without that pressurized gas. This helps with more close range fire fighting work.

Her right wing and front leg were undeveloped, a disability she'd had since she hatched. However! With the help of mechanics, she uses these prosthetics to help her fly. Still gotta test out how to draw it to make sense, as well as sort out how it stays in place. I've been using inspiration from Toothless (HTTYD) and his tail that Hiccup made.

Pam:

Pam is a bulkier dragon, very much on the larger side of all of them. I'm at odds with myself to figure out whether ot not she'll have wings 🤔 so I had two copies there! Perhaps her wings may be a bit smaller if I do give her them.

Pam spits out molten magma that's stored up inside her as an attack. However, it can also be chunks of scrap metal that she stores up. Otherwise, it's just magma.

Though I didn't draw this, I want Pam to be very resilient to fire in general, as her species/family of dragon use their ability to spew this magma (technically Lava after ut leaves her body? I'll do more research on this...) in order to craft and shape metal. While other dragons need to spend some time to build up a fire hot enough, the Junker family line is able to do this much more easily. (Amber is a close second, though)

Her skin has the ability to crack and seep up lava out of it, potentially coating her body in this to give herself a temporary lava shield, something extremely hard to break through. (In the future, little Jessie may also be able to do this... however, Pam doesn't think she's ready at the moment and avoids the topic or any ideas of teaching her how.)

Colette:

Colette flies in a sort of funny way, twirling around and flapping her wings to maintain somewhat of a chaotic flight pattern. Think of a snake slithering through the sky, but with large wings and the grace of... a teenage dragon (not much, but it does work).

When she gets better at flying...pray and hope she isn't able to catch up to her favourite brawlers cause she isn't ever gonna let go of them 💀 It makes for a great attack, actually! Charging at enemies and coiling around them like a snake to prevent movement, like a big hug ❤️ she just loves everyone SO much 😍

Buster:

Finally kinda set on a design for this funky guy! He's a larger dragon (smaller than El Primo or Frank, but still definitely up there in size)

His wings never quite grew fully, so he wouldn't be able to fly 😔 however, that'll never stop him and his dreams of being a cool movie star 🧡🧡

Buster, at the heart of it, is an unstoppable force when he sets his mind to something. He'll charge in with the same ferocity as his favouite protagonists, rivalling the audacity and hard-headed nature of even Bull! All while doing so for his friends 💪 we love Buster in this AU frfr

Chester:

Chester always has theatrics when he flies. Flips, spins, and fun aerodynamic movements up in the sky! He's gotta compensate for his lack of speed compared to other wyverns after all, but he thinks he's pretty great 😎

Loved drawing this kinda unique pose tbh! That's what I loved with these drawings, I got to experiment without really thinking too much for em with how polished and clean that look. It was very fun! 🔥

Chuster ft. Gus❤️🧡:

We love some goofy gays here 🥹❤️🧡 I just wanted to let em have a little nuzzle + smooch! Dragons don't necessarily kiss, but little side boops like this are the equivalent of a cheek kiss.

Also, a little Gus on the side 🥹🥹 I love this sort of found family dynamic that have! Buster being the cool dad vibe/big bro to Gus, and then Buster being in a relationship with Chester so that he's also a cool dad too 😎 Gus loved these two guys from the very start, they're funny 🤭 never a boring day for these silly lads.

Leondy 💚💜:

My beloveds 🤲 I really do cherish the ship, as well as strong friendship Sandy and Leon have. (Btw in my HCs, Leon and Sandy are 13 & 14 respectively, just to clear that up!)

Sandy, I've mentioned a few times, is very inspired by Capybaras, so Leon finding one is just perfect 🤭 silly little deadpan face lads.

Bull:

BULLDOZERRRR- What a lad! Bull is inspired by- uh, Bulls! Great creatures, large bodies and thick necks to support those headstrong charges 🐂 I love making his posture all confident, strong steps to say, "Yeah. You TRY and stand up to me. I DARE you." Don't wanna mess with him on most days 🏃‍♀️💨💨

El Primo:

Still figuring out a full-body for El Primo, bit he's roughly the same size as Bull! (Maybe a bit bigger)

El Primo has got really small wings, similar to his El Dragón skin. Even his scales and horns are inspired by that mostly! Love when characters have preexisting dragon themed skins 🤭 makes it a lot easier to make ideas!

His "mask" is actually just body paint. He has similar paint on his body, really showing off the vibrant colours and persona he puts on for the crowds.

He WILL beat up his enemies into a pulp in matches. Thank goodness there's the gem powered regeneration and the respawn system in place 😭 I plan to give him a very strong body and tail, enough to support him when he needs to go on his hind legs and overpower his opponents. Buster is designed in a similar way as well!

Mandy:

Last but not least, the Queen of Candy herself. Not even the Dragon AU let's her escape fast food work 😔😔

Her super attack is purely a magical sugar-based rainbow blast, as shown in the sketch. Also, I'm now realizing that I forgot her red spots oml- No wonder she looks so empty 💀 uhh sorry about that, lads 😭 I'll redraw her one day to show off that glowing effect of her spots 🥹🥹

And that's all! Thank you for reading if you made it this far! Hopefully I can make more of these sketch dumps 🤭✨️ maybe take reqs from here too! We shall see. Take care y'all!

[middlingmay]

john & gale join the mile high club?!

EDIT: Credit to @onyxsboxes who absolutely came up with this idea first on this post and I completely forgot. Did not mean to snatch it, but it clearly left an impression!

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I honestly don't know how this happened Anon, but here's 3K words of Gale/John after the war (sometime in the 1950s), experiencing their first commercial flight.

I used this plan for an idea of the layout of commercial planes from that era. Fun fact, there really was a small waiting area at the WCs!

Rated M below:

The heavy curve of John’s hand pressed down hard above Gale’s knee. Gale felt the skin underneath spread under the weight, and the muscles of his leg protest against the pressure.

John leaned into Gale’s side and ordered into his ear, “Stop. Bouncing. Your damn leg.”

His fingers squeezed Gale’s knee even tighter, making it jerk as Gale tried to free ot from his grasp, but Bucky wasn’t for moving.

“Buck,” John said gentler now. “Will you relax? I don’t like it either, but there’s nothing we can do about it. And you’re starting to make people nervous.”

Gale glanced around at his fellow passengers. These new commercial planes weren’t as open as the B-17s he loved so dearly and could picture nose to tail with greater clarity than the house he grew up in. No, these new fangled planes had them sitting in generous rows two seats wide, affording the luxury of privacy, barring the passengers across the aisle from you.

Or in this case, the passengers to the left of Gale. Where he was supposed to be.

A woman and a young child, maybe ten or so. To whom Gale had no business casting such dark looks, but he wasn’t entirely aware he was doing it.

And just as John said, when Gale risked a glanced at them, he saw the woman hurry to look away.

He sighed, frustrated. “I always—”

“Sit on the left, I know. I know.” John risked letting his hand rub Gale’s leg so very slightly, millimetres by millimetres up and down. “But this isn’t Our Baby, you’re not Major Cleven here, and this isn’t the 350th squadron. Besides,” he said. “You are on the left; the left of me.”

Logic. Reason. That’s what Gale operated on. It’s what he used to curb his wilder impulses, when he felt the need. It’s what held him together at the stalag, held them together, and John was hoping it would hold him together, now.

But he miscalculated.

“That’s another thing: what do you know about these pilots, hm? Where did they train? How long ago? Where did they come in their class? How many hours they clocked?”

The ears of the woman across the aisle were starting to prick again, and John noticed some shifting in the seats in front and behind. Could be coincidental, but still.

“Buck.”

“What about their ground crew? When Kenny was responsible for checking the planes, you knew they were as good as they were going to get. I don’t know who they’ve got, but I bet it ain’t no Ken.”

Gale’s leg started bouncing again, dislodging John’s hand. He caught flashes of skin peering between the gaps of the seats; heard a murmur or two flutter over the noise of the cabin.

“Buck, you gotta keep a lid on it.”

“What if we get into trouble? You think these idjits gon’ know what to do?”

“Gale.”

An air stewardess, with her snappy suit and impeccable smile, appeared before them like she’d been conjured. “Is everything alright, gentlemen?”

It was a testament to Gale’s nerves that he didn’t even unpluck his lips from his own teeth, and just gave the woman a jerky nod.

John smiled at her tight, but his tone was smooth and easy. The kind he’d doled out in the English pubs and dance halls regularly. “Yes ma’am.”

But there was no mistaking that Gale was uncomfortable, and bless the stewardess’ heart but she looked at Gale full of sympathy and understanding and leaned in a fraction so as not to be overheard.

“Lots of our passengers are first time fliers,” she said, and John swallowed the giggle that worked up his throat. “It’s very common to be nervous on an airplane—”

The sheer affront of this woman stilled Gale’s leg. He released his lip and leaned into John as he turned and looked at her, brow cocked, lips pressed and pursed, unimpressed. “Excuse me?”

John’s laugh snuck out before he could catch it. He lightly tugged on Gale’s shoulder forcing him to turn back round a little.

“Aren’t you sweet,” he said to the stewardess, easing her alarm at the tone Gale had taken with her. She eyed the blond man carefully, but gave John a small smile easy enough. He lowered his voice. “But it’s not that. We were, uh, pilots. During the war. It’s a helluva change, being the passenger instead of the man in charge.”

Her face cleared with understanding like the sky after a storm.

“You, uh, you got somewhere? Private, so I can talk him down?” John jabbed his thumb at Gale and smirked like it was all a joke, but he didn’t need to look at Buck to know that if looks could kill, he’d be ash in his seat.

The stewardess looked thoughtfully up and down the cabin. She grabbed one of her passing colleagues and muttered something in hear ear. When she got a nod in return, she turned back and said, “Come with me gentlemen.”

John stood, hunched underneath the luggage rack, and shooed Gale out of his seat using hands and feet. Trapped between the stewardess’ good cheer and kind concern, and John’s blatant bullying, Gale had no option but to follow along their strange little line.

She led them through the cabin, towards the nose of the plan, before she came to a skinny door. She eased it open and stepped through, holding it aside for Gale and John to follow. It opened into a cosy corner nook with two leather chairs, a counter top and sink. To their left was a smaller door that led to the WC.

The stewardess pointed to the last door, right at the front. “That door is locked. Only the pilots have access, and they won’t be coming out any time soon,” she giggled at her own joke and the muscle in Gale’s jaw tensed and ticked. “I can say the gents is out of order for a few minutes, but not too long.”

She turned on her smart little heels and closed the door behind her as she went.

Gale eyed the door to the cockpit intensely, with purpose.

“Knock that off,” John shoved and pushed and manhandled him until Gale fell onto one of the leather seats. “That is not what we’re here for.”

“Then why are we here?” Gale frowned, sulky and put out. He always denied, vehemently, that he pouted when he was cross with John, but it was a bald-faced lie. Gale’s lips were always plump and kissable, a deep pink most dame’s couldn’t hope to emulate with any shade of lipstick. But when he got sore like this, well. John knew it wasn’t right, but he just wanted to sink his teeth in and bite.

“Because you are going to get a cabin full of civilians riled all the hell up if you don’t calm down.”

Pouting turned to embarrassment and something softer, something sorrier. And John felt any amusement and vexation flood all the way out of him. He loped forward and took the chair next to Gale’s and let him nibble on his own lips whilst he tried to find the words.

“It’s just…I can’t stand it. Being in a plane and not behind the yoke.”

“I’m not a fan of it, either,” John confessed and Gale’s eyes shot up surprised. “But I’m pretty sure I’d like being arrested for breaking down the door to the cockpit and tossing some poor pilot on his ass, even less.”

That got a smirk out of him, even if John was pretty sure it was a vindictive one at the thought of bodily removing any other pilot from the captain’s seat. But it fell pretty quick, and Gale let himself tap along John’s knuckles.

“What if…”

John ducked his head to get a look at Gale’s face. “What if what?”

“What if something happens? And I can’t…I can’t fix it, John. I don’t like not having the controls.”

And there was nothing John could say to assuage that; not when he understood it so well. He’d had to ride second more than Gale ever had back in the Air Force, but that didn’t mean he liked it anymore. John was bossy and brash and managed to take control even when he wasn’t technically the lead pilot. But as a passenger? There was nothing he could do; he couldn’t bark out orders, take over the guns, watch everyone’s six like he had eyes in the back of his head.

But he had Buck to focus on, and that was something he could do.

“Tell you what,” John teased, earning a skeptical glance from Gale. “If we spot the Germans in the sky, I’ll help you kick down that door myself.”

Gale laughed and his eyes finally had a bit of sparkle in them. “Alright, Johnny.”

And to John’s surprise, Gale leaned forward and covered John’s lips with his own, pressing soft and full in that way that felt like he meant it, prolonged and sweet. When it ended, with the soft whisper of the kiss breaking, Gale didn’t go far. He brought his hand to John’s chin and let his fingers drag over the stubble there. John shivered and Gale had stayed so close that the movement knocked the tips of their noses together.

Gale’s hand snuck around the back of John’s neck and weaved its way into the curls there. With his thumb under the curve of John’s jaw, he pulled him in and kissed him again. And again. And again.

The fourth time, John could no longer contain the eagerness that had built layer by layer with each kiss. He surged forward, one arm locking around Gale’s back, the other round his shoulders so he could palm at Gale’s neck, and he tugged at the fine hairs at the nape, so he gasped just they way John liked it.

John eased his tongue into the opening between Gale’s lips. But as soon as Gale felt the silky slip of John’s tongue ease through, he closed his lips around it and sucked. John’s groan echoed in the little nook of the gents’ WC.

They broke apart. John kept his eyes closed, knowing if he looked at Gale with his reddened lips and ruddied cheeks, he was going to lose all control.

And that poor stewardess had been so helpful. She didn’t deserve an eyeful.

But he’d taken up with Gale Cleven, who had a way of derailing John’s best intentions when they occasionally reared their head.

“How quick can you be?”

John’s eyes snapped open. Gale’s eyes were dark, his pupils blown. He stared at John hard and heated.

“At—at what?”

Gale leaned back into the leather seat and spread his legs. And John, weak, predictable man that was, locked straight onto the space they left, perfect for him to curl into and press himself against the core of Gale. Breathe him in, touch, mouth, taste—

He looked up and saw Gale smiling, apple cheeks knowing. “You wanted to help me relax.” He cocked his head infinitesimally downwards.

John dropped to his knees with a thud so quick and so hard he felt it ricochet in his spine.

“I’ll be quick,” John breathed. “You know I take care of you real good.”

Gale’s fingers trembled as he unfastened his buttons and eased down his zipper, casting glances between the door to the cabin and the door to the cockpit.

“I know baby,” he reassured John as he palmed his cock inside his slacks. “I know.” He pulled himself free and John tipped forward the way he did when he was drunk sometimes, totally out of control of his own body. Gale smoothed a hand between his sizeable shoulder blades and tugged him forward. “Quick as you can, now. Before we get caught.”

But it was Gale’s turn to miscalculate. He should have learnt by now to never test John’s devotion to giving him exactly what he needed.

Because John swallowed him down, tip to root, in one swallow.

Gale nearly threw himself out of the seat. But John had tipped himself into Gale’s lap and his upper body pinned Gale down by the thighs. Gale’s chest buckled under the sudden heat and wet, pulsing suction and his body curved down towards John. His teeth were gritted in a solid, harsh, almost painful line to keep in the noise John always, always, managed to bring out in him.

“Christ, John,” he barely managed to rasp between his teeth.

He dared to look down and John was already waiting for him, eyes crinkled with mischief. And then John got to work.

Gale felt the muscles in John’s throat relax and watched the line of his cheekbones get sharp as he sucked Gale down deep and bobbed his head to a sharp rhythm they knew well.

March, two, three, four.

The nook was filled with John’s slurping and low, choked of hums of pure enjoyment. His hands crept up Gale’s thigh and thumbed where his underwear bunched underneath his cock and over his balls. John’s deft fingers peeled away the fabric and rolled Gale’s sack with the palm of his hands and the noise that tore from Gale’s throat was inhuman.

He felt fire and lightening zing up his spine already. The way that John knew how to work him, to take him to the edge so quickly was heady and overwhelming. John had always known how to love him; or rather, Gale would argue that John didn’t know how not to love him. And when they’d first stumbled into bed John had been a devoted student to all of Gale’s preferences, even those he didn’t know he had.

Whenever he got to enjoy proof of that devotion, like right here and now, it never took him long to reach the highs he had only ever felt with John.

“That’s it,” Gale crooned, whispered, promised as John looked up at him eyes bright and focused on the pleasure washing over Gale’s face and controlling the rhythm of his body. “So good, baby. Always so good. No one better for me. No one else. G-god.”

Gale started rocking his hips in earnest. John’s noises, cut off by Gale’s cock stuffed down his throat, had become a constant thrum against his heated skin. John’s hands remained dedicated to squeezing, rolling and pressing against Gale’s balls, ignoring the pressure Gale knew had to be growing in his own trousers.

Dedicated. Loyal. Faithful. Devoted. That was John Egan.

“Fu-John. John, I’m—”

There was a knock at the door.

And John did not stop. Gale stared at him wild eyed.

“Sirs,” came the same gentle voice of the stewardess from before. “Is everything alright?”

John, the daring bastard, pulled back to tongue at Gale’s slit, to dip into that sensitive fold and dip out, and to swirl his tongue around the cock head, and not to call out to the stewardess, leaving it to Gale to somehow find a way to become coherent while John worked to tip him over the edge he was already hanging over.

And losing himself to the drop fingertip by finger tip.

Gale took a steadying breath, which shook and rasped in his chest and wasn’t steady at all, before he called out. “Yeah-yes, just. Just one moment, please.”

His voice was thick and desperate, and Gale hoped the woman heard it as an ex-soldier feeling a bit emotional over an airplane ride after the war. But whatever she heard, she didn’t call through again.

Gale got one flash of that blinding, roguish Egan grin before John descended, ravenous and gulping down Gale like he was the cure to what ailed him. John’s eyes fluttered closed in blissful contentment and Gale thrust his hands into John’s curls, bringing him down until his lips touched the skin of Gale’s pelvis, and Gale could grind up into the gorgeous, wet heat of John’s throat.

“John. John. God, that’s - I’m comin’. Baby—I’m comin’!”

The sound John made was high and whining. When Gale was in a certain kind of mood in moments like these, he’d say squealin’, and he drank down every drop of Gale’s release to slake his thirst.

At home, John could be content to lie there just holding a spent Gale in his mouth for minutes, an hour, however long either of them wanted. But they didn’t have that luxury here and they both knew it. Reluctantly, Gale shifted his hips back and John dutifully released him from his mouth, but not before placing the sweetest kiss on the head. Gale exhaled shakily as he tucked himself away and did himself back up. He lurched to his feet bringing Bucky with him to sweep him into a deep kiss. They shared the taste of each other, the breaths of each other. In it, Gale conveyed one thing and one thing only:

I love you.

They checked each other over, tucking hairs back into place and making sure their clothes were sitting proper. John did some clever tucking to hide his own arousal, before he opened the door and held it open for Gale to head out first.

The stewardess spotted them, and after they retook their seats, she hurried over with a smile on her face.

John shot her a smile. “Thanks, sweetheart. Appreciate it. We’re all good now, aren’t we, Buck.”

Gale coughed and flushed and looked at the stewardess apologetic. “I’m sorry. For how I spoke to you, before. I didn’t mean—”

“No need to explain,” she cut him off. “But if I can bring you anything you help you relax: some whisky or a cigarette, you just let me know.”

John had promised Gale no whisky or cigarettes during the flight. But she did give him an idea.

“You don’t happen to have any toothpicks, do you?”

Gale tilted his head just a little and looked at John out the sides of his eyes, but John kept his eyes on the stewardess, who’d beckoned one of her colleagues over and searched the little tray of good she carried, before emerging triumphant.

She passed into John’s outstretched hand a paper packet. Inside, his fingers could feel twin thin sticks.

He tucked them into his palm, and sent her off with a wink. “Thanks, doll.”

She resumed her checks down the aisle and John turned his prize over to Gale. Gale simply looked for a moment, before the tugging at his lips won out. Carefully, he picked up the little packet, tore open an edge and slid one thin little toothpick out of its sheath before slipping it between his lips.

Airplanes were loud, But John knew the sounds of Gale’s sighs better than any record by now. Gale relaxed into his chair and gave John a grateful look.

“Thanks, Johnny.”

Johnny. Gale’s favoured endearment when they were in public. Not Bucky, his name, Not John, which he used when he wanted to get his attention or impress something, or when Gale himself was stressed. But Johnny, for all the times they were in public and couldn’t say darlin’, sweetheart, baby, and if John was particularly lucky, sugar.

“Anytime, Buck."

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

ok so like i get where ppl are coming from with the “the crew loves izzy” takes but also like. ok. i think that take involves a certain amount of reading very deeply into the text to a degree that is almost reading against the text at some points. it’s like when ppl pour all this energy into an underdeveloped and unportant side character—none of those layers ppl add to the character are strictly contradicted by the text, but it clearly wasn’t what the writer intended for anyone to really focus on. and yeah, death of the author, just bc the writers didn’t intend for ppl to think abt something that hard or care about it that much doesn’t mean we’re not allowed to do whatever the fuck we want. but bc i love analyzing the shit out of this show i do want to talk about WHY i think the textual support for this headcanon isn’t rlly there.

first of all. when archie is like “why are we trying so hard to save this guy, he’s kinda a dick” and jim’s like “yeah but he’s our dick.” rather than elaborate on what makes izzy special to them they’re like “it used to be that the crew all had each other’s backs no matter what and things were better back then” while reminiscing fondly about 1. olu and 2. that shot from season 1 where the whole crew is hanging out except for izzy who’s sulking in the background hating everyone. if this was supposed to be an “izzy’s a dick but we love him anyway” moment i would expect jim to talk about. yknow. izzy. instead to me ot comes across more like an “izzy’s a dick but crew is crew, we stick up for each other even if we don’t particularly like each other bc it’s us against the world” which isn’t as impactful from an izzy stanning perspective but i think makes for, like, an interesting allegory abt the queer community. we all gotta defend the rights of ppl in our community even if those specific ppl are dicks and we don’t get along with them.

second of all. after they save izzy’s life and get caught by ed they all leave the room and then a few minutes later a gun goes off. maybe someone saw ed leave the room before the shot was fired, but either way they think either ed just killed izzy or izzy just killed himself. and then they DO NOTHING ABOUT THIS. nobody checks on the body. they put all this effort into saving izzy’s life and then when their efforts are foiled they do not seem that bummed out about it. the next scene with any crew member in it is frenchie talking to ed on deck, and ed is like “go take the day off” and frenchie is like “oh nice!” and he’s like, confused and a little concerned about ed suddenly steering the ship rlly erratically, but he also seems pretty excited about getting some time off (after so many raids in a row i would be too lol). and THEN!!! in the next scene where we get the whole crew, they’re crowded in the hallway that leads out to the deck and the conversation they have isn’t “oh my god i can’t believe ed killed izzy after we cut off izzy’s leg” it’s “maybe ed’s better now? maybe killing izzy was all it took? he seems pretty cheerful for the first time in ages, maybe ed’s okay?” like literally they think ed just killed izzy and they are more worried about ed’s emotional state than they are grieving a beloved shipmate

then in 2.04 the crew B plot is so blatantly “the crew struggles to trust each other again but after seeing izzy be incredibly sad and pathetic they remember that a good crew has each other’s backs no matter what and so they extend izzy some unearned kindness and make him a new leg” that i’m amazed that other interpretations even exist. like literally they’re all drawn away from screaming at each other with weapons drawn by izzy making some dramatic announcement and then falling and then drunkenly crawling away and refusing their help rambling “youre born alone you die alone” over and over again or whatever melodramatic bullshit he said. like he’s muttering abt being miserable and alone and there’s a WHOLE ROOM OF PEOPLE!!! standing RIGHT THERE!!!! like “oh hey man do you need help standing up? no? no ur just gonna crawl away? um. ok.” and then they all go “well at least we’re not as fucked up as that guy. maybe we should do something nice for him?” like they are literally almost explicitly motivated by pity, not fondness. which yeah, it’s probably fucked up the way they use izzy’s new disability to sort of emphasize how pathetic he’s being, but i think the intention there is not that izzy’s pathetic bc he’s disabled, he’s pathetic bc he’s refusing to accept help. like the crew doesn’t go “yikes 😬 at least we don’t have his issues” abt izzy falling down when his makeshift prosthetic breaks, they go “yikes 😬” when he bats away their hands and goes on a weird mumbling tirade. definitely not the most sensitive way to depict izzy in this mental state, but that’s a different post probably. for the sake of THIS post tho: the takeaway i got from this scene is that the crew is remembering how to be there for each other again. it’s easier for them to let go of their paranoia and stop being so defensive and distrustful when izzy is there as an example of what happens when you’re TOO defensive and distrustful. “the crew makes a leg for izzy bc they care about him on a personal level” did not seem to be the focus of that story arc. to me.

in 2.05 we get our first ever instance of a character expressing appreciation for something izzy said or did or some trait he expressed (except for stede that time in 1.06 when izzy backed stede up on wanting to do a fuckery, which he only did specifically bc he wanted stede to fucking die and ed was taking too long), and it’s lucius saying he loves the shark izzy whittled. but during the entire episode leading up to that scene izzy is either in syede’s storyline where he’s not engaging with the crew or he’s getting snarked at by lucius, and not in a fun teasing way. like during that whole bit where izzy steals his cigarettes and calls him “twatty” lucius just looks so fucking annoyed and then uncomfortable. and then at the end of the episode izzy is sort of offering him advice and lucius is just sarcastically like “that sounds healthy.” and within this storyline, the point of these scenes isn’t rlly abt the developing and deepening relationship btwn izzy and lucius, it’s abt lucius individually coping w his trauma. izzy in this episode kinda exists in a weird place in the narrative, where he plays a supporting role in two different characters’ (lucius’s and stede’s) storylines without getting a central arc for himself. and both of those two storylines are only really about lucius and stede respectively, izzy is just there as this a static character who imparts wise advice. which is a very weird role for him to take, imo, but on top of that it doesn’t rlly contribute any sense of like, actual bonding btwn izzy and the other two.

and in 2.06 they just enjoy the show izzy puts on. they like listening to him sing. it’s all very cute! but also. i would not say that it shows the crew really cares about izzy?? i was in pit orchestra in high school and all the lead theater kids were always fucking assholes but they were also rlly good singers and it was fun to listen to them. i would mouth along to the words being sung by bitches who seemed to be trying to be sharpay evans irl for some bizarre fucking reason. like, cartoonishly mean girls. so like, the crew listening and dancing to izzy’s song doesn’t rlly sell “the crew loves izzy” to me. if anything, i would say that actually a stronger indicator of the crew loving izzy would be wee john sharing his makeup, and it’s a shame that we don’t get to see this happen. i mean that genuinely, i think that would’ve been a great moment to rlly strengthen izzy’s arc and it just. doesn’t exist on screen. and this isn’t like the finale where we know for a fact that they had to force a 40-minute episode into 30 minutes, Calypso’s Birthday has a runtime WELL under 30 minutes. it would’ve been SO easy to add another like 45 seconds of izzy and wee john getting ready together, but the only moment they show us is izzy walking in and discovering drag for the first time. it feels like the focus of this scene is less about a moment of connection between two characters and more about izzy individually having a gender breakthrough—and that carries on with the rest of the performance, too. bc it’s a performance, it’s everyone looking at izzy, it’s izzy a half step away from the crew as he puts on a show. the narrative framing of all this puts the focus entirely on izzy as a solo act, not on izzy as part of the crew. they like his performance, but we aren’t rlly shown evidence of the crew liking him as a person.

and that’s kinda it for izzy and the crew! up until he’s actively dying in ed’s arms and they’re all in the background silently weeping, at least (and btw, speaking from experience but uhhhh it’s pretty normal to cry when u watch someone die even if u have literally no connection to the person dying). even when they’re helping him back to the ship, ed is the one who notices he’s injured, nobody notices until he’s already giving izzy support. and i fully believe roach flips off izzy’s grave marker with fondness, but that’s also like. the only little personal moment any of them aside from ed has during the funeral. they do all laugh at his pinocchio joke earlier in the ep but idk if that one line can carry the entire weight of “the crew loves izzy” on its own. apparently there’s some shots during the zheng v stede fight where izzy can be seen in the background close to jim and archie??? but like, you can’t tell me a background shot of izzy standing near some crew members is strong textual support for the crew loving him. and i don’t think i need to argue abt any scenes in s1 bc literally every single crew member who was on that boat, ivan and fang included, was about to fucking drown him in the fucking ocean.

there is one single scene that gives actual strong evidence that anyone other than ed likes or cares about izzy. it’s the part at the end of impossible birds when fang is crying after ed shot izzy. so maybe fang specifically loves izzy, even tho izzy used to pull fang’s beard a lot and fang didn’t like it bc it hurt. idk.

here’s the thing tho. in 2.01 the writers use dialogue very effectively to tell us about the kraken era. the crew doesn’t say much, but what the do say tells us a lot: we know that archie thinks the kraken era is all normal pirating stuff, jim felt like the wedding raid (which seems like their only raid on a civilian ship and not a military one) was a step too far, frenchie is Not Okay but he’s doing a fantastic job repressing everything, izzy looks tired but the specific thing echoing in his head right before he starts crying in front of the crew is ed telling him “if you can’t do the job, someone else will.”

and we know fang, who’s known ed for decades, has never seen ed like this. and the specific thing he mentions as something he’s never seen from ed before is not batting an eye when ivan died. meaning that even before meeting stede, fang would’ve expected ed to have some sort of reaction to ivan dying.

and the thing about ivan is that we know next to nothing about him. he has very little dialogue in season one. we don’t even know how long he’s been working with ed—long enough to have at least heard about fang having to put his dog down bc “the love of a pet makes a man weak” when fang joined ed’s ship years ago, even if ivan wasn’t actually there yet at the time—but we do know that watching ed tell ghost stories was apparently the most open and available he’d ever seen ed get. so it doesn’t sound like ivan and ed were especially close. ivan was almost certainly less close to ed than izzy was.

if fang expected to see ed have some sort of reaction to the death of an ordinary crew member (who mightve been working for ed for decades, might’ve been working for him for months, we really can’t say) who wasn’t even that close to ed, seeing ed casually and unflinchingly inflict a life-threatening gunshot to his first mate must’ve been fucking earth-shattering. and interpretation is also supported by what fang actually says while he’s crying at the end of 2.01—it’s not “i can’t stop crying, izzy’s hurt” or “i can’t stop crying, izzy’s going to die.” its “i can’t stop crying, ed shot izzy.” more than the imminent demise of a crew member, fang is shaking and sobbing and traumatized because he can’t believe ed would do that.

and if that feels like a reach, just remember what happens after the leg is cut off, after the crew most likely believes ed shot izzy again, this time 100% fatally: the whole crew is crowded in the hallway, and fang asks “do we think he’s… better?”

fang is not sad about izzy. or if he is, it’s dwarfed by how much more sad fang is about ed.

in conclusion: have fun with ur headcanons i am not the boss of you but also there is less canonical textual evidence of the crew loving izzy than some of y’all seem to think k byeeeee

[bethelighthalazia]

ATEEZ OT8 - Asking Y/N to move in

Summary:  ot 8 and how they ask you to move in with them

Genre: fluff

Pairing: OT8 x reader (separate drabbles)

Word Count:  n/a

Warnings: none

[ note: this is just a drabble that came to my mind last night, hope you like it! Please let me know what you guys think of this little headcanon :3 RE-UploaD from @/justsomedreaming ]

Seonghwa

You and him are cuddling on his bed, his fingers drawing patterns on your back while the two of you watch a movie. When he paused it all of a sudden, you frown, looking up at his face, confused.

“You should move in here, love.” He'd say, smiling down at a speechless you, your eyes sparkling. Then he'd resume the movie, thinking that you might need more time. Your whispered “yes please” causes him to pull you into his arms, happy that you agreed to moving in together.

Hongjoong

He'd send you a text saying ‘we have to talk, come to the studio tonight?’ and your nerves laid blank all day. The amount of clumsy accidents throughout the day is very high, because your mind is caught with Hongjoong's message. Will he break up? What did you do? 

When you arrive at his studio, you're a wreck, starting to cry and beg him to not break up with you the moment you step in and look at him. Joong is mortified, confused as to why you would think that. “Wha- no! I wanted to talk about you moving in with me!” He'd say, panicking and pulling you into his arms to calm you down. It takes almost an hour in which you switch between crying and scolding him for scaring you like this.

Yunho

He'd take you out on a date, completely with reservations at the fanciest restaurant, flowers and everything. At first, you'd wonder if you forgot a birthday or anniversary, but you couldn't think of anything like this.

After ordering your food, he'd take your hand across the table, smiling so completely in love, his eyes almost sparkling. “Y/n, my love…would you move in with me?” He'd ask, all flustered and shy, and getting out a little box with a key to the dorms, a pink ribbon attached to it. You'd act as if you have to think for a few moments, watching him squirm a bit, but then you nod and he looks like the happiest golden retriever ever.

Yeosang

You spent almost all day at his place, but now that it's evening, you're getting ready to head home. Before you could leave though, he takes your hand in his, looking a little pouty.

“I don't want you to go.” He'd mumble, almost a little whiney. “I gotta go home, Yeo. We'll see each other tomorrow again.” “No, stay please. Just make this here your home? I will give you the keys right away.” His words leave you speechless for a moment, but then you nod, kissing him. He's happy that you will move in with him.

San

Like every afternoon, you're on your way to your boyfriend San, but you stop in the doorway to his room at the sight in front of you. He's sitting on the ground, assembling a second closet and his bed is bigger.

“Sannie, what's-” “You'll need a closet and we have more space on the bed. For when you move in with me!” He'd announce happily, your hesitation making him deflate though. “You- will you move in with me?” He'd ask quietly and when you nod, he'd jump up and hug and kiss you, smiling with his stupid adorable dimples again.

Mingi

He'd be fidgety all day, nervous even, but you couldn't tell why. Mingi had thought about this for weeks now, he's happy with you, he loves you, so why would this be so hard?

In the end, he'd forget about all the things he wanted to say and just holds out a key to his place to you, looking at you with those beautifully innocent puppy eyes of his, no need for words at this moment. When you nod and kiss him gently after taking the key, he'd let out the breath he was holding in, happy and excited for you to move in with him.

Wooyoung

When you arrive at his place, you stop because you see a moving truck in front of his place. And you see him and the guys carrying stuff inside, stuff that looks like yours. 

“Jung Wooyoung, care to explain why my stuff is here?” You'd ask, causing him to freeze in place, the others looking at him surprised. They thought you knew. “Yah! You're moving in with me, jagi! I hate when you leave in the evening, so you live here now.” This man! You can't even be mad at him though, especially when he looks at you with those puppy eyes and the tiny pout. “Fine…” “yay, I love you so much, jagi!”

Jongho 

Jongho would ask you right away one day after you watched their dance practice. He'd sit down with you, smiling and taking a sip of his water before looking at you with a serious face.

“Y/n, what do you think about moving in with me?” He'd ask, calm and almost as if you're talking about the dance practice. It takes you by surprise, but the butterflies on your stomach and the blush on your face are enough to make him smile. “I- I would love that actually, Jongho.” You'd say which, to everyone's surprise, earns a happy squeak from the man. It seems like he's very happy about your answer.

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[st4r-fruitz]

for my next trick, i will explain boat boys as if youve never heard of them, but im sick and cant be botherd correcting my spelling mistakes:

boat boys forst origionated in this minhecraft server grian (their frined) amde called double life. double life is the thirud season of an on going sereies called the life series or, some poeple call it the traffic series bcuz the lifes u get go from 1-red 2-yellow green-3. anywasy so bopat boys are joel and etho(eefo). they wweere paierd in doubl;e life. on he first day they got to know eachother and they made some jokes and stuff, it was niv]ce. actuually they ar ecalled boat b hoys bcuz they went arounf the server in boats. like, on land. it was very funny. the seconf session joel made a big boat for them to live in called the "relation-shipo", (get iot, get it? nudge nudge). etho went tyo the warden and joel sount very concerned as he did so. i dont remeber much abouyt double life as ive been binging limited life for 3 months now. they died due to a trapped nether portal. the perotral had lava spilled aorunf it. it was very sad.

also inportant fact: ther forst time etho and h=joel ever in terected on the whole entire life series they were in boats. they were both riding in boats. are u joking me. THATS SO FUCKING POETOIC WTF CHBFSHVBSHJBJHVKS

onto liml li9fe. they firat saw eachorther in the forst session. etho said "oh so ur gonna make a boat with a new friend now huh?" bcuz joel and jimmy had planned to live in the water. etho was very jealous ogf this, it made me sad. then joel saw etho ina boat with a co2w and joelk saidn "CANT BELEIVE YOUVE REPLACED ME WEITH A COW EEFO!!!" and etho responded with "he keeps me company atleats" AHAHDBFBHVBHWJJVSB JKSNNOOO. anyways in session 4, etho KILLDED JOEL!?!?!?11?!?!??! it was vwery cool actually. joe, clutchedf a fall, and etho landed in huis clutch water and saidf" YOU SAVED ME. YOU SAVED ME JOEL, SO NOW I CAN KILL YOU" that was very cool of etho. even joel daid himself to etho "the fact you landed in my own water bucket trick" i thionk thats everything improtant in liml life?

then serect life. oh, secrect life. my beloved. my onbe treu savior. save me secret life, save me. so, the two sigificant events of secrect life between bgoat boys i can remeber are 1: joel and ehto hop in ab baot otghter and joel goes "we cant do tjis ehto, the fandom will go crazy" (true( then vthey go for a lottle ride untill they are fiorced to stop by a blcok in. their way and ehto goes "well tjis is where the relatiopnshoip ens" HDGBDFISBFCHBES 2: scott is talk9ng abt his task for the sessions=] which is "say i love you to three plkayers and get them to say ot back" so rheyre discussing who would say it back, andf scott goes "i love yoy " to etho and he goes "thank you?-' HAHAH ayways so one thing leadfs to another and etho is on joels front door stepo saying to joel "i loive you" and joerl responds "uhh ok eefo i know youre obbesed with me i saw u made me the thiumbnail for ur fist bvidoe but cmon ehto calm donw" and etho is sad NSJDWBHJSDCJH im sad jusbjbfdn. its alot.

and now the decked o0ut stream. (ik th9s. was before secret life SHUTUPSHGUTPU) so, jimmy askes for a kiss from joel before he does his decked oyut run. joel goes "yeah sure. on the neckk" and jim goes silent till joel goes "WAIT NO ON THE NECK- I MEANT THE CHEEK IM MEANT THE CHEEK" nd it li9ke this hwole meme for the whole event. jimmy startes sing "etho and joel, sitting in a baot" and etho goes "kissing on the neck"!!!!!GSUGDEGUSDVJ!!!!then when they are at rens ice biat thgingy joel and wehto are sitting nect to eacher in thjeor boat s and etho goes "AWH GOTTA COVER UP MY NECK " joelsays "I DONT KISS [PEOIPLES NECKS!!!" then joel scooches up to etho in his boat and joel goes "schooching up to ya etho " and etho goes "his hand slowly reaches into my hair" LIKE EHTO IS HEE WRITING A WHOLE FANFIC OKKKK ETHO I SEE YOUUU. anyways rhat was very funny.

anyways. hermitcraft. oh boy. theres a lot and i will prpbaly misss a lot too but oh well its later and im sick and tired so SUCK IT UP. ill just do dotpointrs of the things i remeber.

etho sees jols banners and really like sthem and asks j]him for trhe pattern, whoch leads to many books which may or may nboit have been signed with neck kisees.

etho makes statues of jpel them pretemds oit wasnt him. joel rrqally liukes the statues and adds thjem to the front of hios nade awith his tori gate

etho so happens to be talk9inmg abt joel and joel hears him and goes "alsways talking abyt m,e eefo"

joel and etho are talki9ng and theres a camle and etho goes "joel mjust reallt like camels ciuz they goit the loonnnggg necks" and joel syags "oh for goodness sake" (ilobve when joel says oh for goodness sakes its like one of his mottos ayt tjis poibgt it so funny )

thatys all i camn remeber i migjt add mre when i thin k of it

thanks for taking the time to read this if u did (and u even could, oops) i doubt many people will make it down this far with reading it, so congrats i guess!! you get.. nothing-

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: AT LONG LAST SOMETHING ABOUT DRAKEN!!!!! My god. Idk wtf has been wrong with my brain but it was not functioning correctly there for a bit. Anyway, here's hoping this is the end to my dry spell of Draken fics/bits.

C/W ::: Draken x Bored.F.reader, playful sex. Nothin' special, just kinda cute.

WC ::: 715 +/-. Literally, I don't know how I managed to write something so short.

MDNI under the cut.

█▓▒▒░░░ "I'm so bored," you whined.

"Then get off your ass 'n do somethin'. Jesus." His response did not please your under stimulated mind or body.

So, you took his advice, got off of your ass and onto his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you started to kiss his face, eventually making your way to his lips.

"Heh - what's this, princess? You think you're doin'?" His arms snaked around your waist and he pulled your closer to him. Higher up on his lap so you were completely straddling him.

He scooped his hands to cup under your ass and began moving you so you were sliding back and forth across the (now completely noticeable) bulge in his gray sweats.

"Wanna play?" He kissed your neck, inching his hands from your thighs to your waist and back again.

"Mmm-hmm … play with me, Ken. I want you t'let me win, too, k? Unless you just HAVE to be the winner. In which case, I'm sure we could work something out."

You laughed so sweetly when you wanted him. He loved to see the look in your eyes grow more and more dark the needier you got. "I'm a lover, not a fighter, princess. You can have whatever you want."

He smiled up at you, lifting his hips so that his bulge was pressed even harder against your core. You whimpered and reached to pull his sweatpants down.

"I wanna win, Ken. You gotta help me win." Your voice was dripping with desire and he was more than happy to oblige. He grabbed the bottom of your shirt and helped you lift it over your head. You unclasped your bra and tossed it to the side as his hands slid up and down your body.

"Fuck, baby. You're so fuckin' hot." His eyes roamed over your breasts and then down to your pussy where you were grinding on him. You leaned forward and kissed him again, your tongue pushing past his lips.

You pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths.

"This game, Ken. It's called 'Get The Other One Off First'. And I wanna win. Needa win, k?"

"You're on, princess." He grinned and pulled down his boxers, his thick cock springing free. He took it in his hand and started stroking himself as he watched you pull off your panties and toss them at his face. He caught them with his teeth and growled playfully.

"Gonna get'cha, doll. You ready f'me?" He continued to pump his cock as he stared into your eyes. You nodded and positioned yourself over his tip.

"Mmm ... ready for you, Ken. Always ready for you." You slowly lowered yourself down onto him, your hot walls stretching around his hard cock.

He let out a deep moan as he filled you completely. "Oh, fuck yeah. You feel so good, baby." He lifted his hips and thrust up into you.

"Winnin' already, though. Fuck - don' know how much longer 'm gonna be able to play. You're giving me one hell of an advantage here." He threw his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.

"That's okay. Tryin' my best to beat you." You started to bounce on his lap, the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs filling the room. "I'm close, Ken. S-so close … fuck … how - how the fuck do you make me feel this good."

"Because. I know you, baby. I know how to get you off." He grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto him even harder.

"Oh my god - oh fuck - fuck!" You leaned back, letting him hold you so you wouldn't fall, and came on his cock. Your juices trickled down his shaft and pooled at the base. He pumped into you a few more times before he groaned and spilled inside of you.

"Shit, baby - shit … fuck - you're so fuck-in' h-ot!" He held you close and you sat still for a few moments as the both of you tried to catch your breath.

Finally, he let go of you and you lifted yourself off of him. You sat down beside him on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I won." You said in the most bratty voice you could persuade.

"You won, yes yes yes. Now, what do you want? A gold star?" He put an arm around you and pulled you closer, kissing your temple.

"Fuck that. I want a rematch." ░░░▒▒▓█

@ryuuc00chie @trevengersprincess @katkusuo @kazutora-kurokawa @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82 @viburnt @southside-otaku

[cyberpunkhwx]

When they find your p*rn dash

❥Pairing: ateez hyung line x gn(fem?) Reader

❥ Genre: Suggestive

❥Warning: mention of porn, mention of future sexual actions, suggestive, comedy?(nah just me trying to be funny)

❥Word count:

❥Requested? No

Hongjoong:

"Babe! Can I borrow your laptop? I forgot mine at the dorm" Said your boyfriend in the livingroom. You were in the kitchen, making the dinner while Joong was continuing his work from home.

You let out a hum, trusting your boyfriend with your belonging, not minding it at all.

He took it as a green light as he muttered a "Thank you" as he opened your laptop.

As he settled everything down, he found a weird looking tab open. Maybe it was important? He decided to let it be and just open a new tap bit curiosity took better of him.

But the random moaning sound that came put of the tab catching you both off guard, making you come running to your bf.

"Y/N!! IS THAT WHAT YOU WERE WATCHING YESTERDAY AND TOLD ME ITS JUST ANOTHER ROM-COM MOVIE?"

"MAYBE!"

Silence. No one said a word until he took a deep breath and started again.

"You know we could actually give that position a try you kno- KIM HONGJOONG!- JUST AN IDEA OKAY!!

Ddeonghwa:

It didn't take him long to snap at how "messy" your apartment was. Well, to you, it's pretty normal but your bf definitely disagreed.

"Move your feet y/n"

"agh"

"Don't 'agh' me young lady, I'm here doing you a favour"

"And I'm realllllllyyyyyyy thankful to you babe, I love my responsible boyfriend sooo much"

"T-thanks babe- Wait, Y/L/N Y/N you know this ain't my responsibility right?"

"Yeah yeah sorry my bad"

He huffed, not really pleased with your answer but kept on his work.

"Babe, you gotta update your shopping list"

"My phone is there" you said pointing at your desk with your toes.

"Are you that lazy y/n? C'mon get up" He said going toward your phone. Entering your password and going to find your Note app.

Only to have his eyes blessed with the playing video of a video screaming her lungs out, as she's being pounded like no tomorrow

You suddenly jump out of the bed toward him and try to snach the phone out of his hands.

But as the little shit he is, he held it above your head. Using his height to keep you on your toes as the video is still being played.

"What? Were you watching it yourself at some point? Let's check it together, huh?"

He let out another loud laugh as he heard you whining in his chest.

"We gonna do alot with this video, baby"

Yuyu:

He hasn't been the same since he opened your phone and saw your twitter bookmarks.

Like he knew you can find everything on the bird app but y/n, HIS Y/N?

"Here I thought I've been planning to wife up a cutie not knowing how filthy they were"

He thought to himself smirking as he got up from his position on the chair. Making his way to your shared room. Where you were laying cluelessly.

"Hi sweetheart, how are you?" He said basically jumping on you, easily towering on you body with his.

"A little bird told me you liked it when I use advantage of my giant self" He said as he slipped his hands to your face.

"Wha-who-w-why would you ever think like that?" You argued, clearly not ready for him to find out this way.

"Deny all you want love, I won't keep you from the endless pleasure I can give you, now that... I know" He whispered the last part as he grinned beside your ear.

Yeosang:

"I never knew you were into Hard-core Bdsm gets fucked on the wal -" you snached the phone out of his hands before he kept reading the title of the tab you left open before using the bathroom.

"How much of that did you see?!" You said Panicked of your boyfriend seeing the kinky side of you.

You always tried to keep ot vanilla. Slow and gentle kissed. Nothing like what your boyfriends eyes just witnessed.

"Enough" He said smiling to himself.

"Is this why you insisted on having empty walls in almost every room? I could do that if you want to, you I do!" He said flexing his arms as he still gave you his goofy smile.

"Emm- ohhh guess what my mom just called and I gotta- it's fine I wasn't planning on doing anything now- Oh... that's- Cuz I'm gonna devour you whole tonight Babe. Wear the lacy once, those you keep under your socks"

He said now taking his own phone and leaving you to "call your mom".

A/n: lemme know how it was!

Requests: Open

Masterlist

[gojoswhitebabydolllashes]

Well...

Mingi x Fem!idol!reader x Seonghwa

Overview: A series of interviews reveal a secret about your love life you hoped would stay secret.

Warnings: suggestive content. Fluff ig? Mingi and Seonghwa are very tall. Polygamy. Slight seongi if you squint.

-

Clip 1:

"That is San!" Baijin, your lead vocalist, exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

The rest of the band members laughed as Baijin tried hard to prove her point. You slicked your mid length bright orange hair out of your face as you sat arguing playfully with two other members, Sulin and Lena, who agreed with Baijin.

"YOUR SO WRONG! THAT IS A MINGI ARM IF IVE EVER SEEN ONE!"

The crew members behind the camera laughed along with your group. Jade, your lead dancer, pointed to you.

"What makes you so sure ___ Sun-Li?!" She exclaimed, playfully poking your chest.

You held in your reasons. Because you couldn't tell them that you had felt it wrapped around your thighs or that his hand had held your wrists together multiple times while he rolled his hips into you, breathing heavily.

No you could not tell them that at all.

You cleared your throat.

"I JUST KNOW!"

The screen counted down to 1 from 3 and revealed that the arm had, in fact, belonged to mingi. You pursed your lips and jerked your fist, "Yes!" You hissed excitedly.

"HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT!" Jewel's mouth fell agape in shock.

You laughed and covered your eyes shyly. "He is one of my bias after all!" You flapped your hands by your side feeling defeat.

---

Clip 2:

You were at glamour doing an interview reacting to the ATEEZ cyberpunk dance they did on tour. Sulin openly admitted straight away that she couldn't take her eyes off of Wooyoung, making the other members giggle softly.

Jade pointed to something she had noticed on San as the video showed the group holding blindfolds in their mouths, slowly getting lower to the ground. You tried to keep your composure calm as you watched Seonghwa roll his hips while kneeling, hands behind his lean and broad back with the blindfold in his mouth still.

You held your hand over your mouth, trying to cover your sly smirk and deep blush over your cheeks. Jewel paused the video and looked at you, which made everyone else look at you with confused and knowing faces.

"Why are you all looking at me?!" You chuckled and covered your face with your tattooed hands.

"We all know you think Seonghwa is hot! You don't have to hide, " Baijin stated openly, making your blush worse.

"I mean, he's got a way with his hips. I gotta admit," Faye raised her brows and pursed her lips.

Oh, he sure does. The lean muscle on Seonghwa made your knees weak. How he was still able to flip you over with his lean arms... God, it made you blush every time.

"Yes he does" you tried to agree nonchalantly.

---

Clip 3:

Your group had been selected to film a video with ateez. It was just a casual and fun video of dressing the other idol. So, for example, yunho would dress Jade and Vice verse, Yeosang would dress Sulin and so forth.

you had been assigned wooyoung and San. Easy enough. You thought. They often dressed the same anyways, so you weren't too worried. As you picked out outfits for the two boys, grabbing things like bracelets and leather jackets, it didn't stray away from anyone's eye that Mingi and Seonghwa kept eyeing you off, whether you were squatting by the shoes or picking out a belt for wooyoung, their glances did not go unnoticed.

First up was Jade and yunho: both were dressed in some kind of blue and looked comfortable. They were pleased with their outfits. Everyone thought it was sweet that they matched.

Then went yeosang and sulin: Dressed in dark purple, yeosang twirled upon Seonghwa's request to see the whole outfit. Sulin wore light pink that suited her well, she couldn't stop smiling.

Eventually, I came the time for Baijin and Mingi and then Faye with Seonghwa. While you could tell your boys were playing it professional for the camera, the three of you didn't refrain from eyeing each other as faye and baijin explained why they dressed the boys the way they did.

You hated it.

Watching the girls' hands stroke over Seonghwa's lean shoulders and mingis narrow waist giggling to themselves. You wanted to set the building on fire watching this take place. Faye admired the shining red jacket she'd put on Seonghwa and baijin bragged about how the mesh top hugged mingis waist perfectly.

"What do you think___? Ravishing?" mingi asked you playfully, almost teasingly.

You cleared your throat. "ravishing indeed," you smirked pleasingly, posing with your hands in your pants pockets.

In your peripheral, you could see Hongjoong murmur something to San, which made them both laugh. Then Wooyoung and jungho joined in on the joke, and soon, all the other boys except mingi and seonghwa, who stood intimidatingly infront of you acting as some kind of bodyguard wall.

Without the others or the camera seeing, mingi licked his lips at you as seonghwa smirked at you, making you tilt your head to the floor, blushing heavily.

"I think we have a winner!" San exclaimed as he came and jumped on Seonghwa, who instinctively grabbed san's legs on his back.

The group laughed and made funny comments to Seonghwa and San, with yeosang and yunho trying to jump on the back of San, much to the dismay of Seonghwa.

-

Instagram.

Liked by fixon_n_on and others.

YIN: Over the past couple of months, Seonghwa, Mingi, and I have contemplated announcing this to the world. As idols, we have feared announcing this might cause some issues with our fans, and we openly state that any hate toward us will not be tolerated. On this day, we finally made the decision to tell you all that we are a polycule. I love my partners with my whole heart, and I am immensely proud of them and I hope you can all find it in your hearts to support us. @Fixon_n_on @star.hwa 🫶

[the-s1lly-corner]

may we please request gn porcelain doll!reader whos on the verge of abstraction (but has zero idea how to stop it and is afraid to admit it) x jax and maybe pomni (separate) ? ot I love how canon your writing is !! have an amazing day/night :3

Jax and Pomni x porcelain doll!reader whos abstracting !

cracks my knuckles. a TADC angst request? dont mind if i do eheheheh! and ueueueueu thank you anon! i gotta admit im really self conscious about writing characters, doesnt matter how long ive been writing them i always feel that i could do better with their characterization... but im so so happy to know that theyre not too OOC!! that means a lot!! got a little too silly on jaxs part so its longer than pomnis i hope thats okay!!

POMNI:

gosh imagine this is the first time shes seen someone actively abstract... like yeah sure shes seen kaufmo in his abstracted form, but seeing the aftermath/complete transformation is totally different than being there in the moment. i think she would.. be all over the place. i mean youre at your worst and you dont even understand whats going on... and pomni doesnt know what to do or what she can do to ground you. can you even be grounded back to the present moment? can you even back up and regain yourself? is that something someone can do? i think her panic makes you panic, which ends up making your.. situation worse.. i think pomni would try to keep you together as best as she can; physically and mentally. i got the image of the readers face cracking open and the abstraction stuff peeking out and pomni just... trying to push the pieces back together... its a horrible situation, and before long you're fully abstracted and pomni just stands there. im not even sure if she would have the mind to run away, probably too caught up in trying to bring you back to her.. i think sometimes she would stop in front of your old bedroom door and just. stare at the brand new red X over your portrait

JAX:

unlike pomni, i think he can more easily catch the signs of someone abstracting, though i dont think hes seen someone actually lose themselves right in front of him and transform right there... hmm... but unless you and him are very close i dont think he would bother trying to check in on you. i mean, if youre not, why would he? but... lets say youre both friends, or even partners, and he notices that youve been acting off.. i think it would still take him a little longer than id like to admit for him to actually come to your room to check in on you. perhaps he wants to give you space, or feels youre just going through something and thats your business, or maybe he didnt feel obligated to ask how youre doing as horrible as it sounds (i feel this is more likely if you guys are just friends, though, perhaps not close but still friendly with one another).. gets tipped off that something is wrong when he sees a stray (and glitching) piece of porcelain on the ground... which turns into two pieces, then three. a trail, leading right to your breaking form. i think at first he would think its some joke, before realizing that this is actually happening. unfortunately, i dont think jax is the best comforter so even in your last moments of being conscious and aware would still be spent in fear and confusion.. but at least theres an attempt to try to help you, right? i think jax would actually try to call for help, at least he might be able to admit hes unqualified to help you.. but regardless of if anyone hears him its too late for you.. i like to think he keeps some of your porcelain shards, on the off chance theyre still hanging around even after youre sent to the cellar

[dailydragon08]

I really think Luke would be more interested in Padme than Leia. Not that Leia would completely ignore her or dislike her, but I just feel like it’s gotta be different growing up with “we adopted you and are Mom and Dad,” vs “no, we’re not Mom and Dad, we’re Aunt and Uncle.” Which of course Owen, Beru, and Luke all loved each other like parents/children, but but Leia’s “mom/dad” voice was explicitly filled by Bail and Breha, vs Luke’s wasn’t in that way.

Also I understand the twins have aspects of both parents in them, but by the end of the OT, I’ve always thought Leia mirrored Anakin and Luke mirrored Padme much more than the reverse.