#and finger guns are sexy AF

[x-gon-give-it]

Behold the Spiders attempt at wooing the Deadpool.

It is working.

#they’re such dorks #continuing my merc Spidey x Deadpool agenda #Peter is so whipped #bad puns is Wade’s turn on #and finger guns are sexy AF #I love them #they’re so silly #peter parker #spider-man #spideypool #deadpool #fan art #wade wilson #my art #otp #spiderman

[margowritesthings]

ROMEO AND JULIET: II

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧.

series masterpost part I

pairing: low honour!Arthur Morgan x O'Driscoll!reader (f) word count: 5107 words warnings: 18+ minors dni, sexually explicit, low honour Arthur, rough sex, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), blood play, knife play, gun play, touch of cnc, dirty talk, degradation, enemies while lovers, violence, murder, choking, low honour Arthur being sexy af (yes it needs its own warning) authors note: okay, it's been a whiiiile for these two crazies, but part 2 is finally here!! i gave this one my all, i hope y'all enjoy <3 i have a plan for this series that's mostly built on requests ive received, so if y'all have any suggestions please feel free to drop them in my asks!!<3 as always thank you to my darling Bea for being my cheerleader throughout getting back to writing. couldn't do it without ya <3beta read by @cowboydisaster

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Thanks to Arthur, and your own terrible decisions, it is far from the easiest ride back to camp, your bare, sticky skin uncomfortably grinding against your saddle with each movement your steed makes. Also thanks to Arthur, ironically, it isn’t the roughest ride you’ve ever had. You’d actually be hard pressed to find a harder ride than the one you experienced just minutes ago. It infuriates you, how unbelievably satisfied you feel despite everything. It’s bone deep and unlike anything you’ve felt with any of the other men you’ve been with. It even dopes your mind up enough to allow you to reach the bridge out of Saint Denis before the real regret sets in like a gypsies fuckin’ curse. 

You urge Tybalt, your snow white Arabian, faster, almost frantically squeezing your calves and verbally ordering his gallop. The saddle burn is searing, but it’s not nearly as bad as the ice water that feels as though it’s being dumped over your head when you realise what you’ve done. 

Arthur Morgan.

Arthur Fucking Morgan.

Fucking Arthur Fucking Morgan.

You don’t even really remember how it happened. It’s a complete blur of pleasure and pain and the smell of Arthur’s smoky breath and the feel of his calloused hands against your softest, most sensual parts. One minute, you’re gathering information, planning just how you’re going to loot the bastard, the next you’re bleeding for him, burning for him as he takes you under the orange glow of the streetlights.

The wind whips at your cheeks painfully, the skin of your thighs ripping against the hard leather of the saddle. The faster you ride, the more it hurts, but you’re grateful for it. It's the perfect punishment for what you’ve done, a painful distraction from the thoughts plaguing your mind of you fucking someone who considers your father’s killer a father to him. To add insult to all the injury, you have to go back to camp empty handed. You didn’t even think about the job Morgan is probably off finishing right now after finishing you, which is probably exactly what he wanted.

“God fucking dammit!” you scream out into the swamps of Lemoyne, scattering a few birds from the trees into the inky night sky. 

Tybalt carries you home, but in your current state you simply cannot face your family and the other gang members. It's 4am before all the lanterns are distinguished and you can finally hitch up and bring yourself to enter camp, tying Arthur’s jacket tighter around your waist and walking as quietly as you can back to your tent. You don’t sleep, despite longing for nothing but your cot the whole time you were waiting. 

Your jeans burn faster than expected. 

If only you could burn the rest of the night to ashes just as quickly.

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It’s been three weeks since you’ve seen Arthur Morgan. Actually seen Arthur Morgan, that is. Three weeks of good old Uncle Colm handing you the shittiest jobs as punishment for your failings. Three weeks of trying so damn hard not to bring yourself back to that night every time you’re alone in your tent, but finding it near impossible. It takes 9 days for the bruises on your thighs to fade and 14 for the cuts on your neck, though the constant reminder of your sins lies just on your inner thigh, where Arthur’s knife ripped your skin as you came undone in his arms. The scar shines in the candlelight, only seen in the dead of night when you’re alone, shamefully tracing the same lines Arthur did with your fingers over and over, chasing that rush you know deep down you won’t find without him. He haunts you, and yet you’re infuriated each and every time his cocky goddamn smirk somehow shows up in your deepest fantasies. 

It’s not your fault. You can’t even get yourself off without brushing against the mark he left on you. Hell, he may as well have branded his name into your leg. Bastard.

These are the grievances you grumble to yourself near nightly, the battle you fight with your subconscious even now, as the lock to the gunsmith’s clicks open in your nimble hands. The old door screams out the tale of years without oil for its hinges when you push it open, stepping inside into the dark, empty room. You’re far too focused on everything you shouldn’t be focused on right now to check over your shoulder before slipping inside, but in your years as an outlaw that mistake is yet to cause an issue.

The moonlight streams through the windows, the panes casting shadows of crosses on the shelves and the weapons adorning them. Your tired eyes scan your surroundings, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lip at the sight of those beautiful weapons, all yours for the taking.

The owner of the store almost certainly lives upstairs, so when the weight of your boots on the wooden floorboards makes them creak underneath you, you wince. Yes, you’re more than prepared for any disturbances, but you’d rather not have to deal with the hassle of shooting some guy in the face. A quick job, in and out, and you can get back to camp victorious and not think about Arthur Morgan.

You start with the ammo, loading the leather bag up with all the little boxes. The shells and bullets make such beautiful music to your ears as they clatter around their cardboard boxes, a song of abundance and a successful loot that you could listen to all night. When all the side pockets are full, you turn on your heel, spurs scraping against the wood as you begin to survey the shelves upon shelves of weapons. They appear to be organised well, the rifles in one corner, repeaters next to them, there’s an entire wall of pistols, some glinting in the moonlight that breaks through the dusty window, with all the other types delegated to an area of the shop each. It’s a beautiful sight for an outlaw, especially when you see the cabinet of knives and start to imagine all the different places you could shove them into Arthur’s ridiculously muscular body…

You’re getting off topic. 

The floorboards groan under your weight again the moment you start pacing the shop to grab at least two of each kind of gun. For each that goes in the bag for camp, you grab another, ever so slightly better one for yourself. You’ll carry them out separately and tie them up to Tybalt once you’re out of this place. That’s the plan, at least. 

It takes you the longest to pick out the knives, each one possessing a captivating reason to be your favourite. The carvings on all of the different handles are stunning, each blade almost glowing right to their pointed tips. Guns are great, but you’ve always been fond of the art form of blades. You reach for one, an ornate dagger that seems to shine brighter than the others, its handle carved into a beautiful, twisted scene. There’s a woman in the middle, flames wrapping around her legs and waist as the Grim Reaper holds her from behind. The detail is incredible, each bony finger of Death himself gripping into the woman’s hip. It almost takes your breath away, but something beats it to it. Someone beats it to it. 

“Aw, shucks, I caught another stray!” Arthur exclaims, all sarcasm and bravado as your gasp gets stuck in your throat. How the hell did he sneak up on you? You can’t even breathe without the wooden floorboards threatening loudly to collapse in on you. 

You set your jaw, grinding your molars and letting out a long sigh through your nose. You don’t turn around to face him, not wanting to look at him for fear everything will come racing back again.

“Fuck off, Morgan. This job’s mine. You’re too late.” 

He takes two long strides forward until he’s right behind you, which you only know thanks to the buzzing of energy tickling your back. How you can feel him without actually touching him, you may never know. But you do, and it clouds your mind something awful. 

“Now now, little stray. Don’t we share jobs? I seem to recall you tryna’ claim some of my takin’s a few weeks back.” 

Your grip on the ornate handle of the knife gets tight enough to turn your knuckles white, but you still refuse to face him, telling yourself it’s so you don’t have to look at his stupid face and absolutely no other reason. 

“And if you’ll recall, I took nothin’ from you.”

“Not for lack’a tryin’, princess. I think we both remember just what I had to do to you to stop ya’...” he taunts, low and gravelly. It vibrates against your back.

Even with your back to him, you can picture so clearly exactly what shit eating smirk he wears right now, as Arthur reaches up to the nape of your neck, running his knuckles so softly down each vertebrae of your spine, melting your very bones. For some reason, you allow yourself a moment- just a moment- to indulge in it, to let that tingling feeling spread like ripples in a pond crafted by his hand, before the immense effort you have to put in to not moan audibly slams you back into reality. You spin to face Arthur, braid whipping the air around you from the speed of it as your new weapon is pushed against Arthur’s throat, the tip threatening to slice open his jugular.

“Now you listen here, Morgan, and you listen good. That night never happened. You had a knife to my goddamn throat, you took whatever you damn well wanted from me and I’ll be damned if you take one more single fucking thing. Now get out of my fucking sight and let me do my job.”

Despite your white hot rage, despite the sharp metal nearly being forced through his windpipe, Arthur is still smirking, and by god if that doesn’t throw more fuel onto your burning fury. He scoffs a laugh out, swallowing hard enough for his Adam's apple to push back into the blade, making a point that he isn’t in the slightest bit scared of you. When he leans in, your arm follows, your resolve to slice his throat open dissipates into the thick air. Arthur reaches up, wrapping thick fingers around your wrist to pull it down away from him. For some reason, a reason you’ll spend an eternity searching for, you let him, you chest rising and falling as you attempt to merely exist without the growing tension cutting you apart limb by limb. His breath tickles your nose, and his lips are so close to yours you’re sure he’s going to kiss you, but he stops no more than half an inch away from you.

“You know I took nothin’ from you that you didn’t freely give me, little stray.”

The insinuation shatters that lie you keep telling yourself, the version of events where Arthur forced himself upon you and none of this is your fault. You know he’s right, but admitting that to yourself would break you, does break you. But you can’t break in front of him, can’t allow the slightest crack for him to prise open and reveal your true self. You hate him so much, that much is the truth, but there’s so much hiding behind that veracity that you can never allow to see the light of day nor the glow of the moon. 

You grit your teeth, jaw painfully twitching from the strain of working the muscle so hard since Arthur’s presence has begun to drown you. The fire in your eyes burns threateningly, but it’s taking more and more to keep it aflame the closer Arthur’s wandering hand gets to cupping your cheek. Without breaking the stare tethering you together, you reach up with cat-like reflexes to grip his wrist, stopping him just before contact is made.

“Get out, or I’ll scream and everyone will know you’re here.”

You’re at an impasse yet again, Arthur clutching your wrist with a near bruising force, you gripping his with his hand suspended in the air. It’s silent, save for the deafening buzzing of electricity cracking between you. Arthur chuckles, the sound coming from deep in his chest and reaching the depths of you.

“You think that’s a threat, woman? Scream in fear of me, scream for me while I take that pretty little cunt of yours again, it don’t matter. Ain’t nobody gonna come runnin’ to save you.”

He lets go first, because he knows your threats are empty. He knows you’re clenching down tight on your molars because it’s the only sensation distracting you from the heat pooling between your legs and he knows you want him just as much now as you did that night in the alleyway. Arthur Morgan always gets his way, it would seem. And you’re no different. 

You don’t expect him to release you, so the silence between you fragments and slices you when you drop your blade to the ground with a loud clatter. Anybody upstairs definitely would have heard that, and you’re infuriated that Arthur is ruining the first decent job you’ve been given in weeks, as much as your anger is overshadowed by… other sensations.

“We’re… we’re trespassing. They’ll call the law, ain’t you a wanted man, Morgan?” There’s no integrity to your words, no more fire, only an apprehension that you pray to god he can’t detect. 

He sneers, “And you’re here to what? Clean this bastard’s floors? C’mon, O’Driscoll…” At that, Arthur kneels down, picking up your discarded weapon. He drags the blade lightly up your inner thigh, making it all that much harder to suppress the little moan building from the sensation. He spins the dagger so that the blade is in his hand, offering it back to you. You look down at him while you take it, enjoying the sight of the notorious Arthur Morgan kneeling before you like this more than you could ever admit to yourself. “You know we’re just as wanted as each other.” 

His words strike a chord. A lonely chord, in a lonely song of two lonely souls who can never let anybody else in. In your line of work, closeness is danger, it’s risk and it’s not worth it. Nobody outside could ever understand… except him. You know the stories of the Van der Linde gang, of Arthur and his son and suddenly it all makes sense, why he’s chasing you like a hungry cat after a mouse. It’s the same reason you didn’t stop him the first time, the same reason you haven’t screamed like you’d threatened to, the same reason why you’re going to let him do this all over again. That closeness… you need it, even if it is with a man you can’t bring yourself to stand. You’re just as wanted as each other… just not by anybody who matters.

He watches in real-time as you realise all this, as you figure out that the man you hate most in the world is the only one you could possibly let in. It’s maddening, infuriating, and now you need a distraction. And you’re going to take it. 

You meet each other's eye, spotting the challenge hanging between you to see who will be the first to break. You feel the tension infiltrating your body, stealing the breath from your lungs and setting your skin aflame and you know the only way to stop it isn’t through extinguishing the flames but fuelling them. You need to burn with Arthur until there’s nothing left but ash and soot. 

You spark, while your oxygen gets ever closer. Arthur takes a few slow steps forward, and it’s only when his smoky breath infiltrates your senses do you realise that despite everything, you have never kissed him. He backs you up against the display case until there is nowhere for you to escape, your lips so close you can nearly taste the whiskey on him. Your heart hitches in your throat, convinced he’s about to break the barrier you didn’t cross before. 

Arthur doesn’t kiss you, instead growling deep in his chest as he sniffs, trailing his nose from your collarbone to your jaw. You shudder, your shirt suddenly feeling much too tight on your form.

“W-What are you-”

“Exactly what you want me to, little stray.” He whispers, “Or should I-”

“No. D-Don’t stop, I-” 

He doesn’t let you finish your request, knowing exactly what it is before the words can leave your lips and you’re grateful, it means you can hold full deniability after the storm just like you did last time. Arthur grasps your collar in each hand, tearing your shirt apart and scattering your buttons across the floorboards. Your nipples feel the cool night air only for a moment before one is taken in Arthur’s mouth, the other pinched between his calloused fingers. It’s too much and not enough all at once, and you feel the heat and moisture pool in your underwear at the very thought of what's to come. You need more. Now.

Your nails dig into Arthur’s shoulders, pushing him to his knees before you with a force enough to bruise him. It is an addicting view, Arthur kneeling for you, and it’s not one you’re about to pass up again. His hands are quickly on your belt, unbuckling it to access your buttons and zipper to slide your jeans and panties down your legs. Clothes discarded, he grips into your thighs and spreads them, diving into your heat like it’s a source of oxygen. There’s no teasing, no featherlight touches nor gentle licks… no, he takes your clit in between his teeth, the sharpness shooting everywhere as he begins to suck. It catapults you. To where, you have no idea, but it’s incredible, otherworldly, and enough to make you instantly forget where you are. You mewl, tugging at Arthur’s locks as he begins to lap your juices up like a man starved. Say what you will about Arthur Morgan- and you do, often- but by god does he know exactly how to make you feel good. 

You’ve never had a man take you like this, with you standing above him while he bows to you, and it takes near everything you have to not let your legs buckle beneath you. Somehow, you know Arthur would catch you, but you’d rather not find that out right now. 

“Fuck…” you breathe out amongst moans and whimpers, hips bucking against Arthur’s face. His stubble burns against your thigh beautifully, each and every sensation of the moment working harmoniously to send you to dizzying levels of pleasure. You ride Arthur’s face, bare feet pointed on your tiptoes to allow him better access as you climb closer to nirvana. Your nails scratch hard against his scalp, wordlessly letting him know just how close you are, silently demanding he doesn’t dare stop. Arthur sucks hard on your sensitive little bundle of nerves, his teeth catching it every so often in the sweetest pain you’ve felt in… well, about 3 weeks. It hurtles you over the precipice you’ve been dangled over, and you have to bite down on your lip so hard you draw blood. A coppery taste blooms over your tongue, your only sign that you’re still human despite the unearthly, ethereal sensations burning every inch of your body inside and out. 

When you reach what you assume to be the peak, the very edge of what you’re sure a human body can handle, the strength of your bite becomes no match for the need to moan out. It echoes around the room, a positively obscene sound that you can’t even really hear over the rushing of your own blood in your ears. 

“Quiet, goddammit.” Arthur grumbles, all but slapping his palm against your open, quivering mouth. Just as you think you’re about to come down from this immeasurable high, you feel two of Arthur’s thick fingers run over the part of your soaked slit that isn’t consumed in between his teeth. It’s the only warning you get before he plunges them deep inside you, curling to find that swollen spot he seems to have a map to. No barrier on this Earth or otherwise could stop the scream derived from pure ecstasy escaping your lips. The combination of the delicious suction Arthur has on your clit and the curved pumping of his fingers is a completely new level of euphoria. You feel so full before Arthur’s cock has even broken free from its denim confides and you’re not sure how much more of this relentless orgasm you can take without collapsing into him. 

You reach a crest higher than you thought possible, crashing back down into this realm as if your body is nothing but seafoam. Your chest swells with each laboured breath you’re finally allowed to take once Arthur removes his hand from your mouth, though you still can’t really see straight. Your mind is fuzzy, still trying to wrap itself around the concept that anyone could make you feel that good, so Arthur already has his zipper undone and is reaching to pull his cock out before you’ve even registered that he has stood.

After three weeks of Arthur only existing in your mind, you’d convinced yourself that your memory couldn’t possibly be accurate, that over a few lustful nights alone in the dark you’ve managed to exaggerate… but no. Arthur is, as much as you loathe to admit it, magnificent. Just as thick as you remember, with veins that wrap around his shaft like ivy throbbing with pure need. He’s almost too big, your overstimulated cunt seems to think, widening your eyes in awe to watch when Arthur begins to palm his leaking cock.

“I-I don’t think I can-“

“Oh yeah you fuckin’ can,” He grits, giving you no time to catch up with your own racing heart as he grips your thighs, lifting you up to perch on the glass counter of weapons and spreading you wide. Arthur surges up, spearing into you. He wastes no time, he needs not warm you up; after such a blinding orgasm, you’re already soaking for him. He feels your arousal, mixed with his own residual spit, coating his cock as he slides in up to the hilt. He groans viscerally, leaning right into the crook of your neck so his breath burns your skin. He takes your flesh between his teeth in a sharp, pinching bite and you yelp between mewls. Tears form in the corners of your eyes from the pure stretch and invasion of Arthur filling you so wholly, but you’re too far gone into this cloud of sensation to care if they fall. 

“See how much you need me, little stray… how much you fuckin’ need this cock, huh? Actin’ like you hate the big bad wolf, but I feel how your cunt weeps for me, how it wraps around me while I fuck you senseless.”

Your inner thigh is left with a burning red handprint when Arthur releases it to reach and rub hard circles on your clit. It makes it so hard to meet his eye without your own rolling to the back of your head in bliss, makes it near impossible to argue back when you can already feel another orgasm approaching, but your stubbornness persists enough to let you try and struggle out an argument.

“I can enjoy your cock and still hate you, wolfie.” 

Your less than affectionate nickname earns you a harsh slap against your clit, the pain bouncing through your every inch in the sweetest pain you could imagine. You cry out again, sucking in a breath through gritted teeth as Arthur continues to relentlessly pound into you. You’re sure you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, or ride for at least a week, but it’s a small price to pay for something so fucking good.

Neither of you are holding back, moaning into eachothers mouths, inhaling eachothers breaths, growling for each other and just barely avoiding your lips touching. You don’t hear the ceiling creak, nor the stairs groan under the weight of the gunsmith on his way to see who or what is making such grotesque noises in his humble little shop. All there is in this moment is you, Arthur, and his glorious cock fucking you insensible. Your ass burns from the friction of rubbing up against the glass display case, even more so when Arthur releases your other thigh to reach for something at his hip and the case is left to hold your entire weight. You see nothing but your big bad wolf, grunting and growling deep as you climb ever higher with him.

“What in the-”

BANG 

A gasp is ripped from your throat with the gunshot ringing in your ears. Your heart couldn’t pound any harder without breaking free of your ribcage, but a swift look to your left shows that you’re in no danger at all. Arthur’s arm is outstretched, smoking pistol pointed to the air above the now dead gunsmith. He doesn’t even look away from your face, contorted in such bliss as he continues to dangle you over the edge. He killed a man while buried so deep inside you, his victim’s blood now splattered across both your faces like crimson freckles. 

There’s no time to mourn, or even acknowledge, as grasps your jaw hard between his thumb and forefinger and forces your eyes back to him. The blood sprayed on his features suits him, you think, but that makes sense for the big bad wolf. The way he takes a life with such ease… it terrifies and enthrals you all the same. Your pussy squeezes around his shaft involuntarily at the thought of watching him kill again and again just to fuck you just that bit longer, at the idea that those measly mortal lives pale in comparison for his need to be inside you. 

“Oh, fuck, Arthur I’m gonna-” 

You’re cut off by a sharp slap to your cheek, and it burns so beautifully. The blood on Arthur’s hands smears across your skin, tainting you, body and soul. His hand quickly returns to its bruising grip on your cheeks, and you feel the heat of the pistol in his other hand pressing into your stomach. His finger isn’t near the trigger, and somehow you don’t think he would hurt you with it, but you suddenly realise the danger you could be in right now. You and Arthur hold a long-standing feud, your respective gangs have been fighting for even longer than that. The outlaw just executed a man ruthlessly for simply being in the wrong place, his own property, at the wrong time, and now he holds your life in his hands, literally. There is nothing stopping him from widening those jaws and consuming his little stray right here and now…

And what a way to go it would be.

You can’t bring yourself to care, can’t let the fear serve any other purpose than to pump the adrenaline around your veins and carry you back to the climax you’re searching for.

“Gonna cum, little stray? Come apart for me all over again? Hate me all you want, you n’ I know what you do for me when we’re all alone. Cum, little stray. Now.”

And you do. You come apart not with a fizzle but a bang. A blinding, screaming bang, where your limbs tighten around Arthur and your skin fizzles at any contact. He never stops his thrusts, each one seeming to renew the sensations spreading around your whole body like waves lapping and crashing against you. The gun presses into your flesh, serving as a reminder of the danger Arthur is capable of inflicting, yet it only heightens everything. You moan into his ear, your tongue running across his lobe not by design but because you have completely lost control of yourself. In this moment, you’re Arthur’s. And you feel too fucking good to even worry about it. 

The fear that he could snap your neck with so little effort, or pull the trigger of his gun and blast you to bits, lingers, spurring on your frantic movements while you grind needily against his own thrusts. Part of you wishes he would, so the both of you could find some twisted hellish realm where this union makes sense and you can rule it, together. The big bad wolf and his little stray. It’s an alarming thought to have, but who could blame you? If the devil himself could make you feel this good you’d bow to him too, weapons or none.

Arthur’s movements become sloppier, less controlled, and his grip on your cheeks tightens. He’s close, while you’re still riding your high. There’s a sharp aching where the gun presses hard into your ribcage, giving your future self the perfect excuse as to why you didn’t make Arthur pull out. He curses loudly, though it comes out more a growl, before biting hard into your neck. He surely draws blood with the force of his teeth against your skin, but it’s difficult to find it in you to care. He’s pounding you so hard into the glass you’re worried it’ll smash beneath you, but being shredded by broken glass seems an easy punishment for the sins you’ve committed again with this man.

You both come down together, glistening with blood and sweat and tears. Arthur remains in the crook of your neck, exhaling hot breaths over your skin. There’s a few seconds of a silence only broken with exasperated gasps, and then a wince when Arthur slides out of your drenched cunt. Now you can actually think straight, your hand shoots to your swollen lips at the sight of the deceased gunsmith beside you. Arthur is covered in blood, and you’re no better, but by God does it suit him. 

Having not gotten fully undressed, save for resting his jeans below his hips, Arthur takes no time at all to right himself, holstering his gun and pulling his jacket over the bloodstained shirt. He looks over to you, the harsh shadows cast by the moon only exaggerating his smirk. It takes everything you have not to flinch when he reaches for you, though the panic quells when he runs his thumb gently over your jaw, leaving a scarlet trail in his wake.

“See you on the next job, little stray.”

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[rikaspotting]

Traits I associate with Rika from Pokémon S/V:

Strong "how you do fellow kids" and "hey all you cool cats and kittens" energy.

Dad jokes galore

Clumsy af

Mom friend

Says phrases like "cool beans" and "rad" often

Finger guns

Sarcastic af

Foodie

Has southern accent and says yall and bless your heart (run if she say this)

Loves harmless pranks

Bullies Larry and Grusha by playfully teasing them

Adores tiny succlents

Can't cook for shit

Hard-core hugger

One of the very few people that can make Larry laugh

Stuffed pokemon plush hoarder

Loves camping

Gay aunt energy

Extremely unathletic

Short in stature, but a giant in terms of moxie

Gives amazing advice and is supportive af

Not afraid to stand up for herself or others

Can wear a suit or dress and still look sexy

Lava lamps

Little terrariums

Mushroom enjoyer

Only person who can bring out the casual side of Geeta

#rika pokemon #paldea #elite four rika #gym leader larry #larry pokemon #chairwoman geeta #geeta pokemon #pokemon headcanons #hey kiddo #mom friend #pokemon scarlet and violet

[papa-evershed]

Hellooooo! Here’s me crashing into your ask box to wish you a very happy, happy birthday!

I thought I’d ask you if you can remember some specific scenes/moments from a show and/or movie that triggered your “Oh, I need to gif this IMMEDIATELY!” desire.

And please do go ham on your reply, you know very well how much I enjoy them.

Have an amazing day! 🧡

Hey!!! I fucking love you! I don't know how the hell you manage to to do everything you do, but now you've gone and inspired me to start a fandom-friends birthday calendar. 😂😂 I legit admire how you always reach out to people and remember everyone!! But thank you so much for the birthday wishes, it's been a pretty good day so far so I can't complain! 🥰

As for moments I just had to gif?! There's been a fuck ton throughout the years and the men. 😅I'll answer under a cut for length and lets see what all my old lady brain can remember. 👵 I apologize in advance for how long this could potentially get and just how random the gifs probably are. I never feel inspired to gif cool scenes with witty dialogue, I just gif for thirst reasons because I'm a dumpster of a human. ETA: It got really long and didn't even scratch the surface tbh.

For Rob, I'll start with this one. I feel like I post it every time someone asks me about my favorite gifs or moments but listen, that man's god damn belly makes me feral. The context of the scene is also just peak Dad™ for me so it was 10000/10, absolutely had to gif this the second I watched:

This is an interview but you know when you first start checking out a new dude and you see gifs from interviews/shows where they look particularly tasty and you're immediately like I must find this and watch it or else I will perish. That was this interview for me. And how could it not be? Again...BELLY. Hairy belly. Just big, soft, delicious man meat. And thighs. As soon as I found it I had to gif it for myself so I could make it as obnoxiously big as humanly possible.

I watched this zoom live and the moment this motherfucker turned his head my brain said "gif it". Profile? Nose? Greys?

And this shot too. This man was fucking born to smile, he puts his whole ass into it.

This. His arms here. This scene was dark af but I knew I had to gif it anyway. I adore the shape of this man. It feels so fucking real to me. Soft belly, sizeable arms that still look natural. It's realistic, it's comfy, it's fucking sexy. He's just fucking man-shaped.

I don't even have to tell you why because I know you get it.

I'm an American what do you want from me? 🤡 I'm just kidding, it's not because of the gun. 😅IDK if you've watched Downton, but Thomas is just such a fucking capable man. There isn't a task they set him to that he doesn't excel at and I just felt like it was always overlooked and underappreciated by everyone around him. That shot and scene inspired an entire gifset I made about him being a man of many talents.🤓

I can't even explain it, I just knew I needed it. He just looks so man sized. And fuzzy. Just...go off daddy.

You and I both know I'd suck a dick for a good profile shot. The greys, the nose, the man...👀

I can't post all the gifs from this scene/episode so I'll settle for this one. But I knew immediately I'd be giffing it until my fingers hurt (that legit happens y'all, I'm old 👵) Not only did he spend some time in this episode being the soft, caring uncle but he did it in a cozy sweater and it was like they were sure to hit all my weaknesses at once. Soft cozy men? 👀Then they were kind enough to give us the most beautiful close-up shots of his face. And the boy just has a beautiful fucking face.

For old times' sake, I'm gonna include some Jon just for you but to be fair, I liked him for seven damn years so there were a lot. Too many to list or even remember. But here's a few that maybe aren't the obvious shots!

This one. I remember everyone losing their shit over his ass but I was losing my mind over that "soft flash of belly" (really, I was always fangirling the hardest over scenes where Jon looked softer than he really was so we shouldn't be shocked I eventually left for a man with a beer belly 😅)

Speaking of which, this scene too!

And of course, anytime he was covered in blood. I think I actually giffed this exact shot 5 or 6 different times.

And, the obligatory back of his head shot. There are so many here I could post because pretty much anytime I saw the back of Jon's head I immediately needed a gif of it but we'll go with this one, it was probably slept on a little bit.

Alright this is long enough! Bless anyone for reading this long. 😳 But legit, thanks for the fun ask and for the birthday wishes, Stef! 🥰🥰 Your kindness is one of the reasons I will always appreciate having been in Jon's fandom!

#i can't edit this for typos because every time i do tumblr tries to fuck up my read more insert so we all just gonna have to deal #listen you told me I could go ham 😅

[adickaboutspoons]

tagged by @red-sky-in-mourning. Thanks, hon. Hope everything is going better with the power sitch 🧡

Fair warning - I've had a glass of wine, I'm a lightweight, and an amorous drunk.

fave ed gif

I mean, an entire life of male-gaze cinema has trained me to read this as sexy, and boy howdy did it succeed. The toe-to-head "this is the love interest" pan. His fingers skating down his chest in a teasing caress. His cock(ed) pistol. And then you throw in how blazingly hot Taika looks in that wig and beard and leather? The flesh is weak, your honor. And the lizard-brain is even weaker.

fave stede gif

Relatable af, but also, I want to hug him and put him in my pocket for safe-keeping. He looks like a live-action Podling. I love his ridiculous face.

fave ed outfit

I love the classic leathers, and he's the prettiest princess in purple, but my answer is this outfit, specifically right here. The superb fit of the breeches and how well the color complements his complexion. shirt partially untucked and open to the chest. Then him, just laying there with his legs sprawled and drinking directly from the decanter. Look me in the eye and tell me that he doesn't look thoroughly debauched and debauchable.

fave stede outfit

It's a tie between the wedding outfit

and the navy taffeta with brick-red lace trim during the "Arthur's kind eyes" flashback.

What can I say - I'm a slut for red and blue, and the specific hues matched in these two outfits make my brain sing. I covet the fabric of Stede's wedding outfit like burning.

fave blackbonnet song

"Leather and Lace" by Stevie Nicks and Don Henley for them getting together, "Stranded" by Heart for them falling apart. (White Flag by Dido for the reunion IDC if I'm jumping the gun).

fave ofmd fic trope

If you write Stede and Ed engaging in all manner of sexytimes, but Stede is convinced it's anything OTHER than Ed being in love with him because How Could Ed Be In Love With HIM ("this is just what pirates do and we're pirates, so...", "ed is helping me get acclimated to being more casual about touching", "ed is such a good friend to let me do this", etc.)? I'm yours.

ed's hair or stede's hair

So here's the thing. My hair is v. similar to the Ed wig. Long, dark, wavy, shot with silver streaks. It's v. distinctive and defining - like to the point that my college advisor would tell underclassmen to go talk to "the girl with the hair" and they would find me on that description alone (and that a high school teacher once wrote me a v. inappropriate poem entitled 'The Lady With Hair'). And I love my hair. I cut it all off several years ago to donate to Wigs 4 Kids, and while I don't regret the donation, the following few years while it grew back out were TORTURE. So I wouldn't trade it for anything. BUT, if I weren't so deeply lazy, and burdened by sensory issues, I would be serving mid-century high-femme all the times, and Stede's highly styled and shaped curls are The Dream.

longest i've gone between rewatches

It's been awhile, actually? I mean, I rarely go more than a week or two without checking back in on one specific scene or another to make sure I'm remembering it correctly before I mouth off about something here or on Discord, but it's been months since I've watched an episode from end to end. I am planning a full re-watch before the new season drops, though.

hiding in the ship lucius vs. ghost lucius

I was an early adopter of hiding in ship. Like one of my first posts as dancing-with-the-madmen was about how he climbed the un-scraped barnacles on the hull like a climbing wall (we have fun making jokes here at spoondick llc ™,©, ®).

favorite crew member

How v. dare. Rude. Ask me to pick a fav muppet next, why don't you. Gun to my head? Prolly Buttons. He's so deeply and wonderfully weird.

tagging @nicnacsnonsense, @tisziny, @chocolatepot, @ymfingsteadilyon, @poorcitrusmanagement, @bizarrelittlemew, @peachesandpink, @artgirlfunkel, and anyone else who feels the music move them, but no presh, babes (gn).

And, uh, sorry for the overshares and being so horny on main.

#wineblogging #envinoveritas #I for sure won't regret this tomorrow #ofmd #our flag means death

[holobethyname]

📹 Lee Haechan - NCT 127's Bring the Noize © yuum606_ on Twitter

I have a lot to say!

But first, my God, Haechan 😳 I felt the shoulder pop at the gun click. THE SQUINT??? This man cannot wink but YES, he squints and he looks sexy af. The wrist pops for the "vroom vroom" steps are so strong, too. The finger twirl (?) after that beautiful turn. That was so delicate and pretty and gosh he's getting it!!! He makes choreographies so pretty 🥺 This is one of those choreographies that showcase the perfect blend of gracefulness and power in his dance style. The delicate finger and hand gestures with the pops and locks that are so defined. No one judge me because I really liked that body-locking part. I don't even know what it's called but he's on point! The other gestures and facial expressions, too! I love the way he dances so much. It's so clean, so satisfying, so captivating. Someone give him the Main Dancer title already!

#haechan #lee haechan #nct haechan #haechan fancam #nct 127 #bring the noize #haechan bring the noize #friends you do not understand how much this fancam gagged me cos i first saw it as a video clip and now there's a longer version???

[theunquenchablethirst]

He shot me right in the feels

#cameron monaghan #sexy af #finger guns #i want to lick his face

[twopoppies]

Hi Gina, sorry to bother you and I hope you are having a great evening. I tried looking through your post but hope I didn’t overlook anything. I’m trying to find fics that have to do with like a makeover or transformation… or like maybe one of them was awkward in school and then later on wasn’t lol. Glow up fics, if that makes sense. I know that’s kind of odd so no worries at all if you don’t have anything or don’t feel like searching! Just thought I would try my luck.

I really love your fic recs and just finished the top gun fic which I had seen you mentioned several times. Absolutely loved it. Thanks so much for all you do. Next on my list is your story, literally making love. I am so excited!! I also really love when I am reading a fic that I am super enjoying and all of a sudden see your beautiful artwork featured—makes me feel like it has the Gina stamp of approval lol. Anyway. You are great, thanks so much x

Oh you're so sweet! Thank you so much for that. And yay! I'm so happy you loved Take My Breath Away. It's such a great fic. Fingers crossed you like my fic, as well.

As for your request... I don't have any makeover fics, but yeah. I do have a few Glow Up fics to suggest! I'm going to keep searching because I must have more, but here are some to start with!

It’s Been So Long by @elsi-bee (T, 31K) This fic was really charming. I always love Louis and Gemma as friends, and the “in love with my best friend’s brother” trope rarely lets me down. This one was sweet and endearing while also being very moving. I loved the tender way they treated each other, even when they were pining, and the flashbacks were the perfect way to fill in the blanks.

harder to hide than I thought by dangerbears (NR, 6K) Gemma and Louis are besties. This one is sweet and charming. Gemma and Louis’ relationship is super cute and I love the way they tease each other. Louis notices how much Harry has grown up…

Love Is A Rebellious Bird by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews / @gloriaandrews (E, 135K) Everything about this fic is glorious. I’m always struck by how well the characters are fleshed out, how their behavior lines up with their backstory, how ridiculously hot the chemistry is, and how agonizing the angst is. So yes, no shocker, I cried buckets. Thank god for a happy ending. Harry is anxious/insecure in flashbacks only, but it still informs who he is in the present.

Like an Endless Summer by objectlesson (E, 87K) There are so many thing I loved about this fic from the summer camp setting, to the trope of Harry returning to camp older and hotter, to the way the other boys filter in and out of the story, to the way the author writes the emotions and overwhelm, to the hot af smut. It’s just a great read. The fic has been deleted, so the link is to a download.

Howls Like A Beast (You Flower You Feast) by @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 17K) This author’s writing is poetic without being too precious, descriptive in a way that paints a gorgeous portrait without piling on unimportant detail, and their smut is sexy af. I love all of their fics, but this is a personal favorite because it combines so many things I love (supernatural elements, Versailles, Larry, and smut…what more could you want? LOL).

Some Clear Jellyfish Don’t Sting by gloria_andrews / @gloriaandrews​ (E, 32K) This one is a such a beautiful portrayal of summer love with some pining thrown in to make the resolution that much sweeter. And yes, it made me teary.

once bitten and twice shy by @pinkcords (M, 19K) First of all, for a first fic in this fandom, I thought this author really did a nice job with their characterizations. I especially liked the way they captured Harry’s anger and humiliation and stubbornness. There’s a beefy epilogue as well which I haven’t had a chance to read!

#glow up fics #my fic rec #larry fic rec

[1dclicheficfest]

The time has come, my dears! We’ve compiled, organized and sorted your submissions and we’re ready to share them! We’ve had so much fun reading your clichés and we hope it’ll give you a good laugh.

Important disclaimer because it has to be said: we do not endorse any of the clichés submitted and these are not meant to spark Discourse™ . This is all in good fun, to spark your imagination and perhaps inspire some prompts!

Before we get to the fun part, don’t forget that prompt submissions open on February 1st and will run until March 28th. The full schedule can be found here.

And now, without further ado, here are your brilliant clichés.

HARRY

Green eyes

Huge eyes

Dimples

Always smirking

“The flirt”

Jobs: Works in a flower shop/Used to be a baker/Frat boy/LA socialite/Mermaid

“Quirky”

Clumsy/balance issues

Health nut/Workout junkie/Eats a lot of avocado and kale/loves yoga/gross green health smoothies

Very slow speech

Paints his nails

Beautiful long luscious curly hair

Long legs/large hands

Tall/large/big

Nudity/loves walking around starkers

Obsessed with being pregnant/babies

Kind to everyone

Bites his lip a lot

Tells terrible jokes/loves puns

Naive and oblivious

Clothing: Pearl necklace, Chelsea boots/gold boots/boots in general/Gucci everything/Flared, high-waisted trousers/’red and black sheer floral shirt with black skinny jeans’

Always unbuttons his shirt to show off tattoos

Baby seal laugh

Bad at driving

Hipster/takes artsy photos

Acting out for attention/Petty jealousy for no reason or because of a misunderstanding or when anyone comes near Louis

Bad dancer that gives it his all/makes awkward shapes with his limbs when trying to dance

Cat mom/Wine aunt

Resting bitch face

Rides a motorcycle

LIAM

Little clueless

Insecure

Louis is constantly messing with him

Roommates with Louis

Puppy/a lost puppy/puppy in human form/puppy eyes/puppy who doesn’t know how hot and strong he is/loves puppies

Manly muscle man/buff af/loves working out/sweet himbo beefcake

Bullied in the past

Giant heart/incredibly kind/soft/super loyal

Worry-wart/mother hen of the band/gets nervous when things don’t go to plan

Voice of reason/the responsible one/Daddy Direction/level-headed/most serious of the five/keeps the others grounded

Doesn’t know how to let loose and have fun

Lacking in experience/innocent about sex things

Oblivious to his feelings/other people’s feelings for him

Jobs: Firefighter/boxer/athlete

Super soft for Zayn

Protective

“Wants to cry as soon as Louis opens his mouth and doesn’t know if it’s because he’s scared, because it’s too funny, or because he just can’t handle any of it.”

Fear of spoons

Timid/

“being very shy/awkward in the beginning and then getting more confident because of Louis”

Snake habitat turn around!

Can’t spell

His turtle losing a foot

“Smelly pasta house”

Loves batman

Being alpha in ABOs

Unruly curly hair then trimmed to a crisp buzz

LOUIS

Blue eyes: ocean blue/blue as the sky on a sunny winter day/twinkle eyes

Arse and/or tummy as a defining feature

Sassy/sass master/feisty/snarky/cheeky/witty/playful/funny/sarcastic/joker

Flamboyant

Heart of gold/”Louis IS the sun”

“Does not suffer fools gladly (that’s your job you fooking loosah)”/hot-headed to pick fights only in defense of those he loves

Protective/Mama bear/loyal/Daddy of the group

Small/Dainty stature emphasized

Runs fingers through his fringe/hair always styled

Jobs: Footie player, teacher, drama teacher, actor, plays in a band

Loves music and writes songs

Plays footie (even if it’s not his job)

LOUD

Can’t cook/chicken wrapped in parma/”Can’t cook to save his life and if he does the kitchen ends up in flames”

Soft with Harry

School: Studying drama, being the bad boy, pop!punk Louis

Bratty/petty/snappy

Smoking

Zayn’s partner in crime

Rooms with Liam

Calls everyone ‘love’/uses too many terms of endearment

Yorkshire accent emphasized/always talks about Doncaster

Clothing: Vans or Adidas shoes/Toms/trackies/braces/red jeans/dressing in comfortable clothes only/no socks/scarf

Very good with kids/loves kids/family-oriented/looking after siblings/having a huge family

Eats junk food only

“The gay who cannot drive”

NIALL

Drinks a lot/Drinks everyone under the table because he’s Irish/Guinness lover/fun drunk/Will sing Gaelic folk songs when drunk/big social drinker-always making friends via alcohol/will kiss anyone when drunk

Food: Eats all the food/doesn’t season his food/loves Nando’s/”100% will take the last slice of pizza and not feel bad about it”/can and will eat you out of house and home/actually eats and cooks healthy but everyone thinks the opposite

Irish/Irish and proud/Wey Hey lads!/leprechaun Niall

Carefree/nothing bothers him

Romantic: falls fast and hard

Captain Niall!/Captain of the ship(s)

Music: guitar always present/Goes into the zone when he has an instrument in his hands - nothing will distract or get through to him/The Eagles fanboy/Damien Rice fanboy

Funny/always laughing/joking around/head back cackle of a laugh

Single/hooks up with a ton of people but no serious relationships/sleeps around/Serial Ladies man/Friends with benefits with multiple people at once/

Turns up the charm 100% and never half-asses it/”Scrunches his hair in thought and knows he looks cute doing so (like girls that purposefully bite their lip)”

Friends with literally everyone/has a thousand surface-level friends that think they’re close to him but keeps all at arm’s length/the greatest friend but also pickiest about who he becomes friends with

Clothing: Constantly shirtless/shorts over trousers/flip-flops as house shoes/gold chain/coin necklace/hoop earring/”golf dad that tucks in his shirts and unironically wears polos”

Obsessed with golf and football/practices his putt in the hallway with an empty loo roll

A bro

Secretly insightful/Tactless but gives essential advice as a result

Secretive/keeps his shit quiet/Definitely the guy with the most secrets

The blond one

Hairy chest

Worst poker face

Finger guns/peace signs

Blushes when he’s excited

Adores Shawn and Lewis

Cares a lot about what others think

Says no judgment but really judges a lot/judges you based on music taste

Rings in at 0 on the gaydar but could surprise you/the only het one

Tries to avoid conflict by remaining ‘on the fence’ and not picking a side

Always the roommate

Face mask selfies

Emotions rotate between sad, sexy, and fun - combination vary

Never a villain

Close with Harry

“Violent masturbating in the next room”

Constant pet names for everyone/”Even has pet names for his devices (like his vacuum robot”

ZAYN

Super smart/nerd/wise/The Ravenclaw

Smokes a lot

Secretly very soft/gentle/biggest heart/”His confidence and aloofness hide a sensitive heart of gold”/Bad boy secretly soft

Heart-eyes at Liam/Soft with Liam/”Lee-yum”

Mysterious eyes

Best friends with Louis

Jobs: Artist, tattoo artist, English teacher who loves art, works in comic book store,

Shy/withdrawn/mysterious/brooding best friend/quiet/”Seems intimidating until you realize he’s just shy”/bad boy outside, soft boy inside/”not as cool as he seems but way sweeter”

The artistic one/tortured artist/art student/skater/also does graffiti/spray-paint

Marvel fan/comic book fan/superhero fan

Clothing: Wears his clothes like armor/leather jacket/”He’s the only one with good taste and he knows it”

Most ‘devil may care’ about his sexuality

Family-oriented/family man

Involved with his religion

Model figure/carved by gods/vain but not obnoxious about it

Catchprase is ‘sick’

Needs time alone to recharge

Changes his hair a lot/that one strand of hair that falls over his eyes

Thinks Malibu is called Malabami

“Eats candy underwear off of Harry’s crotch”

#1dclicheficfest #cliche results #resources #masterpost #character cliches

[lilaccoffee]

HEADCANON: THE UNIFORM

I wrote my first GALLAVICH fanfic and i would love to know what you think! it happens in the world of Season 11 Episode 4. It’s longer than what i expected but had this idea on my mind for a while so hope you enjoy it!  ALSO! I might use the word HUSBAND a lot  #sorrynotsorry

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THE uniform:

After looking through all the guns and different kind of cool weapons Ian finally saw the exact thing that he had in mind, and honesty? It was even better now that he saw it right next to his husband. When Mickey told him about this new job and how much money it could get them, he knew he had to look the part, that’s why he took Mickey to a gun shop in the first place.

When he saw the military uniform standing right in front of him, he knew Mickey had to wear it and yes even though it’s all for his protection, a part of him just needed to see his husband wearing that sexy af uniform. So, after giving Mickey a look he pointed at it, letting him know that he found what he meant.

“jeesus... You want me to play fucking dress-up G.I.JOE?” Mickey said looking at it and at Ian at the same time, not believing it

“Look the part” Ian explained trying to get Mickey to buy it “everyone will think you’re some sort of special forces military badass or something” and you’ll look hot af too Ian thought but didn’t want Mickey to get the wrong impression because it was a great uniform anyway. Mickey looked at it, fully, and even though it was way to extra for his liking, he wouldn’t mind seeing Ian filling it…

“yeaah… I’m not wearing that shit unless you’re wearing it with me” Mickey said as if it wasn’t something he was actually looking forward to.

Ian looked at him for a split second and his face totally changed. The thought of seeing Mickey wearing it was ONE thing but him wearing it? Not a chance. It gave him too many memories.

“no way” Ian replied almost instantly. Images of a young Ian ruining his dreams, going maniac and doing crazy shit while wearing a uniform was something he didn’t want to think about. But Mickey wasn’t going to let it go that easily.

“ok, good. Take my chance wearing regular clothes and my real fucking gun… easier that way anyway” Mickey tried to sound disappointed and sarcastic and started walking towards the door, very slowly knowing that Ian would end up caving in. And even thought Ian still had demons to fight, he felt like he could do it one step at a time, in the safety of his home. Because Mickey needed to be safe if he was going to do this job and he would make sure of it. So when he saw Mickey leaving, he started planning how to explain to his husband how it felt a bit triggering, but he’ll explain once they’re home with their purchase…

“Mick…” he started “wait” and he didn’t know but Mickey wasn’t actually leaving, he was just waiting for Ian to think it through because he knew that even though Ian was stubborn as fuck, he also cared for Mickey’s safety more than anything and if It that meant wearing a fucking G.I.JOE uniform with him… so be it.

So, when Mickey heard Ian calling his name, he couldn’t help but cheekily smile. He won. And it felt great.

Because of Covid, they weren’t able to try the uniforms before paying for them but they ended up buying them anyway, and some “parole friendly” weapons as Ian liked to call them.

Once home, they tried them on, well Mickey was going to but his eyes were on his husband looking fine as hell with his military uniform on.

“Mickey... this feels weird” Ian tried to explain but didn’t know how to without worrying Mickey. Mickey looked at his face, trying to read his emotions

“no shit, you think it’s my everyday look or what?” But Ian didn’t even scoff, he was looking at himself in the mirror frowning, he didn’t even look at Mickey even though the whole point of this shitshow was seeing Mickey wearing the damn uniform. Ian hated the fact that he was letting his emotions take the best of the situation and was starting to regret the whole decision but then Mickey got closer to him and laid his hand on Ian’s shoulder massaging it softly “hey, you ok?” he asked with worry. Ian looked at him and seeing the worry in his eyes made him snap out of it and nod

“I’ll be fine. I need to get used to it, I guess” But Mickey didn’t buy it and kept staring at him, so Ian sighed and tried to explain “it’s just the memories, you know?” Ian put his hands on Mickey’s shoulders and played with his hair trying to distract himself of the bad thoughts, he loved how close and touchy they could be with each other on the safety of their room “memories of me going all crazy with helicopters, going fucking AWOL and all that shit I did back in the day wearing a fucking uniform” he sighed loudly holding his husbands head by the back of the neck with one hand and playing with his hair in the other

“you should have told me before we bought them, we could have gone for something more subtle, you know?” Mickey wanted to make his husband feel better but didn’t really know how so he simply listened to him and caressed his face, Ian nodded.

“It’s ok, Mick” he smiled, just a little “it’s not as triggering as I thought it would be, just a bit shocking at first” he reassured his husband that he was doing fine “nothing to worry about” he ran a finger across Mickey’s brows trying to make the frown go away which made Mickey chuckle

“you’re such a kid sometimes” he gave Ian a peck “so you’re ok?” Ian just nodded “good. Because you look way to hot to let this damn outfit go.” Ian smiled widely now, raising an eyebrow

“Oh, I do?” he got closer to him but stopped instantly “wait a second, why aren’t you wearing yours?”

Mickey looked away scratching his nose “I got distracted” he looked at Ian again

“well, I do need a distraction so…” he let go of Mickey’s embrace and sat on the bed “go on” he said smirking which made Mickey scoff “you know we actually have things to do today so c’mon get the show on the road” Mickey gave him the finger but grabbed his uniform and started putting it on. Once he was done, he looked back at Ian who was simply admiring how fucking hot his husband was. Fucking married to that piece of art. Unbelievable. He didn’t realise he was grinning until Mickey got closer to him with a raised brow

“What, Gallagher?” He now frowned

“fuck, Mick” Ian didn’t know what to say so he grabbed him by the belt and dragged them in between his legs “so damn ugly” but his whole face said exactly the opposite

“Keep it in your pants, man… jesus” but he was also smirking, and his hands were already on his man’s hair so he took the hint and started kissing him, both of them trying to get even closer until they fell on the bed. Ian broke the kiss and grabbed his phone from the nightstand and started texting someone, making Mickey get off the bed “are you serious right now?” he said getting mad “the fuck you doing now?” he crossed his arms looking at Ian, not believing it.

“hmm?” Ian looked at Mickey for a second and then kept texting, a couple of seconds later he threw the phone somewhere and grabbed Mickey by the belt again making him get as close as possible “just texted V… told her we were going to be late” he chuckled and grabbed Mickey by the waist making them fall on the bed, Mickey’s back on the mattress.

“mmm… now we’re talking” Mickey said and hungrily kissed his husband.

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#ianxmickey #fanfic #headcanon #gallavich #mickeyxian #i'm sorry but i would have enjoyed a similar scene yanno? #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian and mickey #mickey and ian #shameless us #shameless #shameless season 11 #i'm way too invested in these characters to let them go #gallavich headcanon #shameless headcanon

[muse-oleum]

What did you want to show me?

Kingsman: Harry Hart x fem!reader

Prompt #67: “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules”

Summary: Another honeypot because it’s Harry Hart. Pulsating sexual tension and rough sex at the other end. Thank me later. 

Word count: 2k

Warnings: smutty af; swearing

When you get to the smut piece, play this, it’s my thot anthem. 

As a new Kingsman recruit, and one out of a grand total of two female recruits, you naturally drew attention to yourself. 

That, and your fiery, feisty and general no-bullshit nature. In fact, if half of Kingsman was enthralled by you, the other half stayed well clear of you. 

You’d been put forward by agent Bedivere, who knew what she was about. She’d been in your shoes only a handful of years before, and was a friend before a mentor. Thanks to her guidance, you made it to the very last round, and passed your last task with flying colors. 

Apart from Bedivere, Eggsy, Roxy and Merlin (even though he professed he “didn’t do favorites”), there was one other agent who was secretly glad of your enrollment. 

Agent Galahad, 6ft2, in his early fifties, with a killer swagger walk, was one handsome package. 

A tall, very English, very sexy package, who also happened to be a good twenty years your senior. 

That only made his occasional touches more thrilling. 

You were convinced nobody else had caught on to your mutual flirtation. Or, at least, you fervently hoped nobody else had because Merlin would definitely kill the both of you. With the amount of times you two had nearly blown up a mission by “accidentally” losing focus, you wondered at having never been told down by the quartermaster. 

Tonight, you could already tell, was just going to be another one of these nights. But this time, there was a twist. This was a honeypot. Your favorite. 

Why favorite? Honeypots were amongst the most entertaining missions on your agenda. There was nothing you enjoyed more than watching all these criminals fawn over you, and get absolutely dragged into the dust two seconds later. Hadn’t found anything more satisfying yet.

Roxy said this violent streak of yours was exactly why half of Kingsman was legitimately terrified at the idea of being left alone with you. 

All except agent Galahad. 

In fact, he was convinced what had originally attracted him to you was your sheer violence. If you had a grueling day, God have mercy on the poor soul who looked at you the wrong way. You could go rogue in a split second, and were never more powerful and sexy than when you were fighting. 

He wasn’t at all sure how he was going to handle tonight’s mission. You were posing as a couple (again) taking interest in a some underhand weapon deal (again) and he was going to need a cold shower as soon as he got back (again). 

The very moment he saw you approach the car, he felt a painful pull in his groin. 

You had opted for an open back red dress, figure hugging but bulletproof and comfortable. You had spent all the evening making plans as to how to successfully steal it from Kingsman’s seemingly never ending stock of fancy clothes. 

The dress hugged your figure in all the right places, leaving very little to the imagination. Agent Galahad had never seen you in such a dress - your gigs were usually more business/formal - and you smiled an almost feline smile when you noticed his reaction. 

If this dress didn’t get him to let go of that annoying self-control of his, than you’d consider yourself beaten. 

He didn’t look so bad himself in his three piece suit, the waistcoat accentuating his lean waist and broad shoulders. 

God he was so sexy. It should be criminal to be this attractive. The man was practically oozing sex appeal, from is slick back hair to the point of his shiny shoes. 

“Ready, Y/N?” he said once he had recovered his voice. 

“As always, Galahad.” 

The smirk you sent his way had his blood boiling in his veins. 

The car pulled up to another one of London’s long list of fancy hotels. This one was a tall penthouse, with tall glass windows reaching all the way to the 10th floor. Roxy would hate this, you thought. Not made for anyone who hates heights. 

“You go in there and gather as much intel as we can, get it?” came a suspicious Scottish voice at the other end of your mic. “No funny business, Y/N. Stick to the rules.”

“That rather depends on the level of stupid in the room.” 

Harry chuckled behind you. He was endeavoring to stare at something else than the motion of your hips under your dress and those intoxicating legs of yours. 

So far, he was miserably failing. 

“Ye, well, just get me what I need to bust those idiots, and if you have to beat up one or two of them, don’t ruin the dress. Stick together, don’t go off on your own.” 

“Would be a true shame, that’s for sure.” 

“Shut up Eggsy.”

“You sure need to learn how to take a compliment baby.”

“Don’t call me “baby,” it makes me want to vomit. Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“I am working. Looking forward to entertainment provided by yours truly.”

Sighing dramatically, Harry turned his glasses’ feed on, recording the room, people and looking at a 3D plan of the whole building through the lenses. 

You were already in movement, in conversation with one of your targets. The tall American was evidently used to getting his own way with women and was an absolute nitwit. He babbled on and on about his business, how he got hold of the weapons he resold to the mafia for high prices, and how he didn’t care about the countless lives lost in the process. 

Disgust welled inside you but you held your own, watching as Harry successfully seduced another unsuspecting victim. His target was a middle-aged woman, the wife of one of the upstart weapon sellers in the room. Said weapon seller was probably busy in his suite with another woman, so you couldn’t begrudge her interest in such a fine specimen. 

But he was yours first and hers second if you had any say in it. 

Ignoring Merlin’s orders, you abandoned your target here and there, making headway for the staircase, planning to do some snooping around. Merlin had specified not to get in any risky business, but snooping and danger went hand in hand. 

You interrupted what looked like an intense threesome as you hijacked the first door. They didn’t even notice. 

The third door you unlocked looked to be more promising. It was a large room, city view, jacuzzi and all. 

“Where the fuck are you, Y/N? We’re supposed to stay together!” came Galahad’s angry voice in your mic. 

“None of these players stick by the rules, Galahad. “You gotta play their game if you want to find something truly useful. Like this.”

You let your glasses record the document you held, before taking off the gloves you’d put on and placing it back in the briefcase you’d found it in. You took off your glasses and put them in your handbag. Galahad and you had decided only one of you would wear theirs full time, so as not to arouse suspicions. 

You heard the door unlock and ducked behind the bathroom door, gun already drawn, heart beating. 

“It’s me.”

“Jesus Christ, you scared the devil out of me!” you hissed, trying to shake off the rush of adrenaline. 

“Yeah, well, if you’d stayed with me or even just told me where you were going…”

“Oh, shut up, rules don’t apply in honeypots. Got anything from that lovely lady? She certainly seemed interested.” 

Galahad stared you down. Hard. Then he removed his glasses.

(fun under the cut)

“And here I was thinking that old fashioned honeypots still had a future” was the only thing you could think of saying.

His eyes had darkened, his jaw was set. You felt the weight of his stare over your skin. He backed you up against the bed, your calves brushing against the soft sheets. 

“Why won’t you stick by the rules?”

Oh, he wanted to play? Fine.

Putting on your best sultry gaze, you took a step towards him, grateful for your heels as they boosted your height to match his.

“Because rules are boring. And, sometimes, you’ve got to break them.”

“You’re always angry at something.”

“That’s what brats do. We’re angry and we show it.” You edged even closer, your breath tingling his skin. Your voice wasn’t above a whisper when you said, lips ghosting over the older agent’s jaw:

“Too bad life made us that way.” 

Galahad smiled, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. You were defiant, holding your small frame against his. He could feel your chest brush up against his. 

“Well, shall I show you what happens to brats who don’t stick by the rules?”

Your eyes widened. His hands snuck up on your waist, his fingers unzipping the back of your dress as his hands travelled up your back to grab your shoulders. 

He pulled you to him roughly, crashing his lips on yours as a groan escaped him. He felt your hips pressing against his, undulating against the hardened, sensitive part of himself. Your hands held onto his shoulders, ripping his suit jacket off his strong frame. 

You removed his tie next, just as he threw you on top of the bed, parting your legs to move in-between them. He thrust up against you, holding against your heated core for a few seconds. 

He pulled on your hair sharply, drawing a cry of pleasure and pain. You felt his tongue trace the outline of your throat, before he bit down hard on your pulse. 

I’m going to have to cover up that up. 

Galahad kept sucking bruising marks over your neck and chest, hiking your dress up above your waist before diving in between your legs. He didn’t waste time preparing you, sucking and licking up your core before attacking your nub. A sharp cry escaped you, a tug of pleasure ripping across your thighs. He held your hips down as you desperately tried to get closer to him. 

Galahad’s hands enclosed yours overtop of the bedsheets, gripping and pulling at your forearms to anchor himself against you as you shook against him, so close to release you could feel terrible waves of heat coursing through your core. 

Deciding you’d had enough of his torturing you, you pulled him up, forcing him to abandon his very enjoyable task. 

You weren’t about to relinquish control that easily. 

Twisting your legs around him, trapping his body underneath yours, you pressed down hard against his stomach. Biting your lips, you ripped button after button, throwing his waistcoat to the side. As soon as you felt his hands frantically reach for your hips, you dove in, leaving long, hot kisses on his chest. 

He rocked his hips against yours, locking his eyes with yours. God, you were going to orgasm now if he kept that rhythm going. 

He felt your legs squeeze up on him, as your head rolled backwards, the first moans escaping your lips. He surged upwards, meeting you thrust for thrust. He had to let you come first, but he knew he couldn’t hold out for long. Not with the way your heated core felt against his skin. 

“Fuck, Harry…”

Hearing you use his real name sent a jolt of pleasure through his groins. Fused at the core, both your centers felt on fire, feeding off each other in a dance as old as mankind. 

One hand found your breast, playing with your nipple. The other pressed against your throat, caressing your neck as he felt you pick up the pace. He knew you only needed the littlest push before he could enjoy his own release. 

Harry slid his hand down your torso, all the way down to where your bodies were joined. He applied pressure on your nub through the folds of your dress.

Your hands came crashing down on his chest as you bore your entire weight down on him, an exultant shout echoing through the room as your let your orgasm claim you. You rode the waves of pleasure, aware of Harry’s hands digging into your waist as he panted out his need. 

Smirking, you helped him along, drawing patterns against his fevered skin and, at long last, you felt him release inside you. 

His breath came ragged, chest heaving and eyes tightly shut, he was truly a vision.

You had to admit, you were proud of yourself for bringing such a man to such an undoing. You’d wondered what an unhinged Harry Hart would look like and now you had your answer. 

Leaning in, your arms resting on either side of his head, you resumed kissing him, stealing whatever was left of his breath. 

You could feel the last tremors of his pleasure on his lips. 

“What did you want to show me?” you murmured in his ear. 

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Fic: The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste, ch. 6

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Kagami Tsurugi, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Luka Couffaine, Lila Rossi/karma, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth/aneurism, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Kagami Tsurugi, Plagg & Tikki

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Lila Rossi, Jagged Stone, Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Penny Rolling, Anarka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois, Wayhem, Nadja Chamack, Nathalie Sancoeur, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Tikki, Fang, Principal Damocles, Caline Bustier, Ms. Mendeleiev, original minor character, Alec Cataldi, Lila Rossi’s Mother, Sabrina Raincomprix, Roger Raincomprix, Mylène Haprèle, Le Gorille | Adrien Agreste’s Bodyguard, Nino Lahiffe, Nooroo

Tags: Lila Rossi salt, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Teenage Rebellion, Swearing, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Crack Treated Seriously, Lila Rossi’s Lies Are Exposed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Luka Couffaine Needs a Hug, Paparazzi, Parentification, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Gabriel Agreste Needs an Aneurism, Uncle Jagged Stone, we’re all queer here, the spirit of punk is sometimes just being allowed to be yourself, Kagami Finds Her Groove, punk rock fashion, Savage Kagami, Marinette protection squad, Good Parent Sabine Cheng, Good Parent Tom Dupain, Protective Kagami Tsurugi, Protective Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Sharing a Bed, Pet Names, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Instagram, Bullying, Social Media, Anxiety, Makeover, Hugs, will cure your acne, Face Punching, Bad Ass Juleka Couffaine, Rumors, Protective Juleka Couffaine, Protective Adrien Agreste, Lawyers, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Holding Hands, accountability, mental health, Jagged Stone’s well-paid pet shark, How to Make the Evening News, Sexy eyeliner for days, one fish two fish Lila is a screwed fish, How to have fun and piss Gabriel off, Fuckery, sweet litigious karma, Alya sugar, lawyer shark doo doo doo doo doo doo, Schadenfreude, Bad Ass Alya Césaire, Gaslighting, abuse denormalization, Jagged likes his lawyers like he likes his pets: toothy af, Blood in the Water, Everything you didn’t know you wanted and some things you did, Gabriel Agreste is shark bait, Denial, Consequences, Principal Damocles salt, caline bustier salt, the impotence of Gabriel Agreste, snarky Nooroo, lies and the lying liars who tell them, Lila’s brain is a narcissistic hellscape, Lila’s mind is built like an Escher piece, Alec Cataldi salt, Adrien Sugar, wholesome salt, Fu Salt, Kwami Shenanigans, Nooroo is a little shit

Summary: The Social Media Coup

Notes: Meant to put this on Tumblr days ago but yay depression.

AO3 link

Chapters 1-2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

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Adrien was waiting for the dye to set when the girls returned, his hair securely under a shower cap. Apparently the stylist had decided to start by dying his entire head green, and the black would be applied to his roots afterward, with the logic of start with the light color, then apply the dark.

He’d never had his hair dyed, so he had just nodded. Luka hadn’t known if that was typical—apparently his normal hair color was black, and he just bleached and dyed the tips. It was amazing how much he was learning about his friends in just one evening.

The girls were carrying three large parcels, which they unpacked for them to take a look at. Several different styles of jeans—“We can return anything that doesn’t work,” Marinette said—a studded leather jacket, a hoodie that he just loved, and some jewelry.

“Chat Noir studs?” he asked incredulously. “They had those?”

Marinette nodded. “Kagami found them, and you mentioned Chat colors. We kind of changed that a little, but it seemed in keeping.”

Adrien grinned. “Thanks, girls. I really appreciate it.”

Kagami pulled out a large box. “There are also these boots. Marinette asked for my input on the choice, so I hope you find them to your liking.”

He stared after opening it, amazed to find what were basically stomping boots with huge buckles, reaching probably mid-calf.

“My father is going to have a heart attack,” he said after a moment, sounding not at all bothered by this. It was, after all, the point to freak the elder Agreste out. “You really went all-out! How much do I owe Jagged, Penny?”

Jagged was the one who responded. “Just some pics, I think. Hanging out like we’re jamming, yeah?”

That brought a bigger grin to Adrien’s face. If he had pictures, dressed in some of this and with his hair completely dyed, with Jagged Stone, it would be even more amazing. Not only for the sake of having those pictures, but for the reaction.

Luka brought it a bit further. “What about a video of the three of us jamming? Released to social media?”

Jagged and Penny exchanged a look, and she sighed. “Should I get a videographer?”

Marinette shook her head, a grin playing at her lips. “I think phones—we don’t want it to look set up. Just random. But we will need a keyboard for Adrien, and a guitar for Luka. And I know the perfect person to send it to first.”

All eyes turned to her.

“I babysit Nadja Chamack’s daughter, so I have her cell phone number.” Marinette’s voice was filled with glee.

Jagged grinned. “Bring out the big guns on this one.”

Penny nodded. “She may not be able to interview you without parental permission, but the video and news could make the rounds.”

“We’ll ruin my father’s announcement,” Adrien said with a laugh. “Serves him right.”

Kagami glanced at her phone. “We do not have a significant amount of time. Perhaps posting teasers on social media would be an apt way to start?”

“His hair isn’t finished yet,” Luka responded. “That will take perhaps another hour or so…”

Marinette nodded. “We can do other things. Adrien, you need to pick out a pair of jeans, and get dressed. We can get a shot of you and Luka cuddling, but without your heads in the shot. Start with a teaser to rile up social media.”

“We will want to drape the sofa with a sheet in order to hide the location. These sofas have a… distinctive color,” Penny added. “I have no doubt M. Agreste would recognize them, and then we would have difficulty.”

They got to work. Adrien chose a pair of the jeans that had silver decorative zippers randomly placed on the legs, moving to the bathroom to change out of his normal jeans.

As he did, something occurred to him. “Uh, Plagg?”

His kwami was nibbling on a bit of Camembert that had been in his jeans pocket. “Hm?”

“The hair… It’s not going to reveal my identity, right?”

Plagg laughed. “No way. I can change that without breaking a sweat. It’s worth it to see your dad’s face.”

Adrien relaxed—he’d been afraid he’d really screwed up. That was the last thing he wanted; Ladybug would kill him if he revealed his identity so stupidly.

“Anyway, I wouldn’t let you do anything that exposed your identity. But you’ll have to take off the studs before transforming—not sure if I could do much with those.”

When he left the bathroom, one section of the sofa was covered. Marinette eyed him critically before she nodded, muttering about fitting.

“You might need help with these boots,” Luka commented, holding one up.

“Definitely welcome. Do those lace, too?”

Kagami answered. “Yes. The buckles appear to be primarily decorative. Marinette was torn between these and a pair with three buckles and chains above and below. However, that seemed unnecessarily complicated.”

Adrien blanched at the idea. “Yeah, definitely.”

Luka helped him get the boots on, while Marinette snapped a leather bracelet on his right wrist. Kagami slid the green beaded one after that. Once the boots were securely buckled, he started to grab the box with the studs before realizing they wouldn’t show in the picture and could get ruined with the dye.

“Do you want to wear the leather jacket, or the hoodie?” Marinette asked.

While the leather jacket was tempting, Adrien didn’t think it was right for this. “I think the hoodie is more casual, and it’ll look better.”

“I agree,” Kagami said. “It will match with Luka, and add the appearance of being a couple further through the parallel dress.”

Marinette handed it to him, and then she and Luka fiddled with the sleeves so his bracelets would show.

Finally, they were ready, and Adrien and Luka sat on the couch. Not that Adrien knew what to do beyond that.

At Marinette’s urging, they slid closer together. After a few minutes of rearranging, Luka’s leg wound up bent behind Adrien, with him snuggled against the older boy’s opposite shoulder—he was careful that the shower cap didn’t slide up and cover them both with dye. Kagami rearranged one of his legs to be a shadow of Luka’s. It was a bit of an intimate position, but not too much; just enough to imply.

Then they played with arm positions, trying several options before deciding on one of Luka’s arms around him, and the other propped on Adrien’s bent knee.

“Adrien, lace your fingers with Luka’s hand, the one at your waist,” Penny interjected.

Adrien followed her instructions, hoping this looked natural. He was used to modeling, but had never done a shoot like this before—and Luka wasn’t a model, so hopefully it wasn’t making him uncomfortable.

Finally Marinette nodded and smiled. “Now just relax your muscles. Enjoy cuddling with your boyfriend. Both of you.”

“I feel like a mannequin,” Luka muttered, and Adrien couldn’t stop himself from laughing, easing against him helplessly. Luka’s fingers squeezed his slightly before easing, and the older boy pulled him a bit closer.

He barely registered the flashes from the girls’ cell phone cameras as they moved to different angles, catching multiple possibilities, even standing on different parts of the couch or the table.

A knock on the door interrupted them, and they hurried to hide in the kitchenette area. It was the hairdresser and some hotel staff carrying a specialty sink for washing the dye out, the time already come. He took off the hoodie so it wouldn’t stain.

While the stylist washed the dye out and applied the black, the others crowded around the two cell phones to decide the best picture, murmuring amongst themselves. Eventually they had a photo cropped and filtered.

When they showed it to Adrien, he was amazed they were able to get it to look so good with just a quick set-up. It showed his smile and Luka’s, but nothing above that, and the position looked natural. They looked happy, close. Just like it was a candid shot. He loved the way Luka’s painted nails offset his unpainted ones, their rings resting together in their interlaced hands. He wanted to get his nails done, too. Why not go all the way?

Marinette was born to do fashion, clearly, if she could put together a shoot like this in minutes.

One the stylist finished, Adrien used the computer to upload it to Instagram. It took a while to consider what message to include with it, but he settled on, “Someone very special in my life. Been keeping it quiet, but decided to go public finally. ♥”

He quickly shared it to all his official social media.

“Anyone want to bet on how long it takes my father to call?” he joked.

As it turned out, it took barely ten minutes, and Adrien’s phone was blowing up with social media notifications within the first minute. He rejected the call, and all the subsequent ones, and ignored the text messages. Especially the ones from Lila.

“You may want to turn off your phone so he is unable to track you,” Kagami commented.

The cacophony stopped once he followed her advice.

Luka smiled when his own phone pinged. “Juleka figured it out. She wants to know how long we’ve been dating.”

Marinette laughed, pulling out her sketchbook again. “Okay, on to the next phase. Details. How long, how many dates—and probably when you were supposed to be doing other stuff, Adrien, but Kagami and I can cover some of that. Maybe we can say we knew and helped you two spend time together?”

Then she got a wicked grin. “And you need to figure out pet names for each other, maybe?”

Adrien and Luka exchanged a look.

“I’m guessing Magic Fingers is inappropriate?” Luka drawled.

It took a while for them to stop laughing.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfiction #my fanfiction #The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #luka couffaine #lukadrien #kagami tsurugi #plagg #juleka couffaine #penny rolling #jagged stone #lila 'the liar' rossi #lila rossi #lila salt #miraculous salt #gabriel agreste #gabriel agreste’s a+ parenting

[tikkunolam-bitches]

Funny tropes/ ideas I love a little too much #1

I wanna do a thing posting ideas/ tropes for characters or in writing I enjoy a little bit too much.

The first one I can think of is a character becomes god or very powerful but has absolutely no filter and is just chaotic af but in a good way. This happens to my parame when she basically becomes god of a planet but has zero chill what do ever. A few examples of scenes:

#1

My parame, a 5 foot 4, 22 year old girl, covered in scars with a metal arm: *goes to a friends bar to chat*

Random dude: *pulls a gun, points it at her* So your the new god we keep hearing about, huh? Heard you killed a angel to get there, wonder what happens if I kill you?

Parame: *looks deadpan and uncaring* bitch I will turn off friendly fire like this is a fucking video game do not test me rn. Or at least wait until Iv had something to drink. You too fugly for me to fight sober. *returns to friends like nothing happened*

Everyone else: wtfffff????

#2

Angels and archangels, heavens most powerful weapon: *chilling in heaven talking about politics and shit*

My parame: *kicks the doors down after drinking 6 shots of espresso even though it’s 10 am* WHAT IS UP WHORES

#3

Two paras: *talking about a problem*

Para 1: *sighs* we’re gonna need some pretty heavy man power for this.

Para 2: what do you wanna do?

Para 1: let me call up my gays

Para 2: do you mean guys?

Para 1: no *calls*

Two seconds later, parame and a few others teleport in

Parame: *dramaticly throwing glitter in the air* we’re here, we’re queer, we’re ready to die.

Para 2: were doomed

#4

Two paras: *at bar, talking about how parame became a god*

Para 3 who runs the bar: yea i know her. I can call her up for you guys if ya want. Cant promise she’ll respond.

Para 1: wait you can just call up god?? Do you have to like sacrifice a child or something?

Para 3: what? No i just call her on my phone like a normal fucking person geez. *calls parame* I should warn you she can be very... loud at times.

Para 2: please she’s god how bad can she be?

Parame: *teleports in, sexy posing on the bar counter half drunk* what is up my cRanKY cREW *finger guns*

Para 2: if I were you I would build a bunker, might need it.

#maladapting daydreaming disorder #maladaptive daydreaming #madd thoughts #madd things #actually madd #just daydreaming #immersive daydreaming #daydreaming again #madd parame

[lokvadnod]

Okay so I fucked around and came up with Engineer x f!reader headcanons, here we go:

• So picture it: You get taken in by the engineers. One of them saw something in you that made you more tolerable than most humans, and he couldn’t just leave you stranded in that escape pod in dead space.

• He was initially going to drop you off on the first inhabited planet he could find but your kindness, intelligence, moral compass, and interesting way of thinking kept making him prolong it. Eventually, he just decides to keep you as long as you want to stay.

• That’s not to say that he’s sweet though, bc he’s not, at least not at first. He’s in denial about his budding crush on you and he’s trying really hard not to fall for an inferior human. He’s just... curious, that’s it (he’s lying to himself big time lmao).

• don’t let his tough, cold façade turn you off of him though, just be sweet and crack as many jokes as you can and you’ll eventually break through.

• He can’t fit into some small part of the ship to do repairs because he’s a fucking tank? He begrudgingly asks for your help. “Oh so the little human isn’t so inferior now, huh?” You give him a sly look from halfway underneath the low control panel. He shoots you a death stare from where he’s standing. “Just finish repairing those wires, human.” He says in that impossibly deep voice. You snicker and get back to it but not before you catch a small smirk on his lips out of the corner of your eye.

• Slowly starts being nicer to you, and starts looking at you for longer than is strictly necessary. He decides that you are very beautiful, not even just “for a human” but in general. You’re beautiful.

• When his buddies take jabs at you for being human, he puts them in their place. You’re different. He’d never tell that to your face though. He just takes up for you behind your back.

• In fact, he doesn’t outright let you know how he feels for a good while. Not until he can’t stand it anymore. When he does finally let it out, you see a side of him you’ve never seen.

• “I find you captivating. Truly and wholly good, beyond that which I’ve seen in any other human.” Dude has a way with words. He’s unexpectedly slick but in like a Shakespeare type way. “You are beauty unmatched, and I would be honored if you would allow me to court you.”

• yup, I hc that courting is definitely a thing for the Engineers because why not? They be like that

• Being courted by an Engineer is beyond anything you’d experience with another human. You will never want for anything. You are 110% spoiled. You also get the best gifts ever because your boyfriend is literally a member of the most advanced species in the galaxy (possibly the universe?)

• He treats you like a QUEEN bc that’s how he was raised. You will experience a level of love and respect you never thought possible.

• Y’all never argue. He can get snarky and cold but he is very good at not getting worked up and seeing your side of things. He appreciates it very much if you do the same.

• The first time he tells you he loves you is magical. He takes you to some beautiful planet that no other human has ever even laid eyes on and he spills his heart out to you. It will make you cry, I guarantee it.

Nsfw below because I’m a sucker for big sexy humanoids:

• Okay so my hc for the engineers is that they’re literally the type to wait for sex until marriage. Take it or leave it. If you can get the guy to bed you before you tie the knot, good for you, but that will be HARD. The waiting just increases the tension though, so eventually you’ll be testing each other’s limits like teenagers, always going just far enough to feel both wrong and right at the same time.

• When you do finally get at each other, he’s dominant af because of his slight superiority complex and his size

• Despite being dominant, he’s very vanilla at first. If you want something more, you’ll have to open him up to it. And believe me, he’ll eat that shit up because all he’s ever known is being prim and proper and advanced, and he would be so into getting a taste of the more raunchy side of things.

• The kind of dom that takes care of you and pampers you. After he gets used to the less “clean” side of things, he’s also the kind of dom to punish you if you misbehave during the act (it all just depends on his mood and stress level)

• VERY good at foreplay. He’s huge, he has to be.

• would never hurt you but he likes to show off his strength. You’ll be manhandled into positions you didn’t even know were possible.

• Likes to see you ride him, but he’s still in control. His hands will be on your hips pulling you down onto him at a pace that he chooses.

• seems to have a thing for your hair? He likes to pull on it, play with it, run his big ass hands through it, etc.

• Isn’t rough with you but isn’t exactly not rough either? He’s at least double your size and 1000 times stronger than you so his “gentle” isn’t exactly your standard of gentle but it’s not as bruising as it could be. The best way to describe it is strong and steady.

• The engineers have the best, most effective methods of birth control in the galaxy so ofc he’s gonna cum inside you if you are down with it. You will not get pregnant until you wish to be, if you ever do wish to be. Also, there’s no need to worry about STDs because engineers are too advanced for those too so *finger guns* ((side note: I do totally hc that engineers and humans can have viable offspring bc canon says they made humans with their genes. I don’t think it would be too hard for a human to get knocked up by an engineer, the most it may probably take is a little tinkering from the Engineer doctors or whatever. Like I said, whatever you want, your engineer will provide, even if what you want is a little baby with him))

• Leave some marks on this dude in places that will be covered up by his bodysuit thing (?) the next day and he’ll love it. It’s like evidence of some taboo secret you two share, even though it’s not taboo because you’re married. He’s just never heard of a sex life like the two of you share, so primitive and passionate, and it turns him on to have reminders of it on his skin, just underneath his clothes. He’s also really prideful about it, what other Mala’kak has a spouse like his? The new swagger in his step is almost comical but still so hot at the same time.

#engineer x reader #engineer headcanons #alien vs predator universe #aliens

[emeraldbabygirl]

Cheeky

Genre: smut, it’s all smut, smutty smut smut smut

Warnings/Kink(s): sensory deprivation, orgasm denial, overstimulation, degradation, dirty talk, toys, spitting uwu, oral (giving and receiving)

Length: it’s long af like holy shit, I think it’s the longest one I’ve written??

Hours had passed. Tears stained the black tie that Yongtae was using as a blindfold. The only thing you could hear was your quiet sobs and heavy breathing. Yongtae had covered your ear with a pair of headphones and tied your hands and feet to the bed. But that wasn’t all Yongtae had in store for that night. You had been crying at the overstimulation from the vibe that was strapped to your legs. Yongtae denied you of your orgasm several times, having sped up the vibe just enough to get you there and then putting it back to the lowest setting.

Your body ached for him to touch you, you ached for him to let you cum but you knew his games. And you knew the safe word and although you were thinking of using it right now you pushed yourself to take it. You wanted to see what he had in store for the rest of the night. You wanted him to be proud of you. If it weren’t for the headphones you would’ve been able to hear the bedroom door open. You would’ve been able to hear his footsteps approach the side of the bed and you would’ve been able to hear his chuckle as he called you his fucked out slut. And you would’ve been wet at his degrading words.

You felt a pair of hands by your head. You held your breath as the hands undid the tie. You adjusted quickly seeing as the room was simply lit by the few lamps in the corner. Yongtae adored seeing your figure lightly illuminated by the soft glow of the light. Yongtae’s eyes were cold, like they always were but you knew that there was lust behind them. Yongtae didn’t show emotions and his expressions were always plain, mostly giving off a dark aura and there was nothing hotter. You were so attracted to his looks and he used that to his advantage. Walking to the edge of the bed Yongtae threw his tie on the floor followed by his suit jacket. He crawled on the bed inching his way towards you, your breath caught in your throat. Leaning real close to you he whispered something that you couldn’t make out. He ghosted his lips over yours, down your neck, past your collarbone pausing at your now rock hard nipples. His gaze never left you as his hot breath caused you to yelp. He continued to ghost his lips down your body all the way to your soaking core. You watched as his lips moved again before he wrapped his hand around the base of the vibrator and pressed it up against your extremely sensitive bud. You screamed out, tears falling once again. You caught a glimpse of him smirking, something you never saw him do and it drove you insane. Your core ached for him. “Please Sir” You whined. Yongtae came back up to you and held his two fingers in front of your mouth. “Suck” you read his lips and eagerly opened you mouth wrapping your tongue around his digits. You sucked with need, batting your lashes hoping to get some type of expression out of him again. He had no idea you saw and you needed him to slip once more. 

But he was good with hiding and controlling his emotions and you knew it. And if you told him he slipped he would’ve lost it. You had the bruises to prove it. He thought he could control his expressions and you let him think that until the first time you told him he slipped and he let you have it. You didn’t mind, you thought it was hot and you were thankful for that night because he gave you your very first whole body orgasm. Tonight however you wanted this punishment to be over. What was the punishment? You wouldn’t shut up about his friend. You always called him Gun, mostly because you didn’t know his real name. However if you started calling him by his real name you really would’ve been in for it. Yongtae knew you had a thing for his friend. He didn’t mind being the type he was, Yongtae even offered to let Gun have a round or two with you but back then you were too shy to be shared. Since then though you often caught yourself thinking about Gun and if he was similar to Yongtae or if his fantasies were more fulfilling. Yongtae’s head tilted to the side as he stared through your soul. You slowed your pace and his mouth moved again. You caught the word “Gun” fall off his lips and he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting from his fingers to your lips. 

He got off the bed and came around to your side once again, this time taking the headphones off. You moaned loud. To let him know that you were needy, to let him know you ached for him and if his back wasn’t facing you, you would’ve seen the devilish smirk painted across his face. He was slowly getting aroused. It always took him awhile, which was why his teasing was so long. You didn’t mind though, the longer he went teasing you the more precious sounds escaped your lips and the easier it was for him to get hard. He pulled up a chair and sat down in it. Leaning back he slowly popped the buttons on his shirt. One button at a time, very slowly until his chest was peaking out. He was teasing you further, you saw the dark colored mark from the last hot night you had and you smirked. Two could play at this game. “Sir, you liked when I gave you that mark. Isn’t that right.” You said matter of factually.  “I remember the way you moaned. It was so sexy Sir, you got me so worked up. The look in your eyes as I sucked at your delicate flesh, the way my tongue licked up your chest, the way my teeth grazed against your hot flesh.” You did your best to focus your attention on him, the low hum of the vibe mixed with the vibrations was working you over the edge but you pushed those feelings aside. 

Your eyes fell on his growing erection that was pushing against his pants, the way it caused the material across his thighs to tighten. His facial expression never changed though. You moaned, “Sir, you’re so hard thinking about it aren’t you. We want me to give you another one don’t you? I can tie you to the bed and bite your skin until you’re covered in purple marks that only I can see.” He had his chin perched in his hand, being held up by his arm that sat on the arm rest. His eyebrows rested on his face, his jaw locked. 

You were getting to him, you could tell. He turned his head and scoffed before leaning over the edge of his seat. Feet flat on the ground, his legs spread, his erection pushing against his pants. You smiled as he clasped his hands. He looked right at you as his face relaxed. “You think you can rile me up slut” The way he hissed that word caused you to sharply inhale. You tilted you head back and bucked your hips into the vibrator. “Maybe. You love it when I try Sir.” Yongtae stood up and hovered over you. His eyes looked into you and you breathed out. “I should’ve kept the headphones on you.” Without warning he turned the vibe on max volume sending a scream to rip out from your throat. “Oh god! Sir please!” You squeezed you eyes tightly as waves of pain and pleasure washed over you. You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten, the familiar feeling of your orgasm coming to shore. “I might love it when you play your games with me but you know that nothing gets you more excited than when I play my games with you. You like the long teasing, all the ruined orgasms, you love the way I stare into your eyes, you love the way I call you what you really are, a dirty, shameless slut.” Yongtae gripped the vibe at the base again and held it against your clit. “Fuck! Fuck Sir, oh god!” you screamed again, tears running down your cheeks. “I’m gonna cum” you gritted your teeth, squirming in the restraints. “No. You don’t get to cum yet. We still have all night. You’re gonna take it until I let you cum. Are we clear?” He growled. 

Whimpers poured out of your mouth as your thoughts turned into putty. Your eyes were open and hazing over as your orgasm came closer and closer. Yongtae never told you how much he loved your expression as he ruined you. He loved your tear stained face, he loved the look in your eyes, he loved the way your chest heaved up and down and the way your body shook, the way your thighs clenched around the vibe, the way your body, moist with sweat, glistened in the low light that emanated from the lamps. Yongtae let go of the vibe but kept it on the highest setting. He swung his legs over the bed and straddled your torso. He unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it out from his pants and opened it wide so you could see the multiple marks you gave him. You bit your lip trying to hold back from making more noises. 

Yongtae’s hands traveled up your torso and to your breasts. He pinched your nipples in between his fingers and pulled before letting go to slap you right across your breasts. You yelped, you voice shaky from how close your orgasm was. Yongtae knew you were close. “I said, are we clear slut?” “Yes Sir, yes.” you shakily called out. You breathing was heavy. You were at the edge and seconds away from your orgasm. You were ready and bucked your hips one last time into the vibe. But like Yongtae said, you had all night. He turned the vibrator back down to the lowest setting and you let out a frustrated whine that was enough for the corners of Yongtae’s mouth to curl up. “Don’t you need a release S-sir?” you tried to sound confident like you were earlier but you couldn’t control how shaky your voice was and how sore it was from screaming. Yongtae got off of you and sat back down in his chair. “Oh, he’s a bit swollen, I can feel him but I’ll get my release after I’ve finished teasing you. Besides, you always love the way my cum tastes after these long sessions.” You blushed at Yongtae’s words. “You do realize I’m going easy on you. If Gun was running this session he would give you no mercy.” “I don’t believe that, he can’t be worse than you.” you replied. Yongtae pulled out his phone and dialed a number that you only assumed to be Gun’s. “Are you testing me slut?” He asked. You wiggled in the restraints again. Your body was exhausted and you needed release. “What’s going on Yongtae?” You heard Gun’s sweet voice through the line. “Hey, so y/n’s a bit tied up at the moment and thinks you can’t possibly be worse than me.” Yongtae’s gaze was glued to you and sent electricity throughout your whole body down to your core. Gun laughed on the other side before the line went quiet for a bit until Gun spoke up again, his voice different. A dominant tone. “Let me talk to her.” Yongtae stood up and walked over to the bed for the third time that night and held the phone against your ear.

“You might think just because I’m younger than Yongtae means I won’t let you have it. If Yongtae wasn’t such a pussy on the inside he’d let me have my way with you. And Kitten, I’d have my way with you. You’d be screaming all night through multiple rounds, multiple ruined orgasms. You wouldn’t be able to walk for weeks after I finish with you. You might think Yongtae has all the good toys but Kitten, I’ve got much more than him, enough to last 48 hours, maybe longer depending how how much you can take it. And you’ll take it. I’ll have you begging for me to let you cum by the time the sun peaks in through the window. Into the afternoon the next day and another all nighter. You’d be a crying, fucked out mess Kitten. That sweet pussy of yours would be so wrecked by the time I’m done with you, so sensitive, you wouldn’t be able to walk for weeks, even move. Everytime Yongtae touched you you’d scream out at how sensitive you were and you’d remember those 48 hours and beg me to fuck you like that again. So much so you’d stop cumming for Yongtae-”

“Ok, that’s enough Gun.” Yongtae growled pulling the phone away from your ear. “We both know that I can fuck her way better than you. Besides, with the way she rides my cock is enough to keep her coming back no matter how many times I let you play with her.” You had spaced out during this conversation thinking about Gun and Yongtae playing with you had your head spinning. Yongtae ended the conversation and sat on the bed next to you. He cupped your face softly. “Now you believe me correct?” Yongtae said. “Yes Sir.” Yongtae nodded and stood up off the bed and went to his drawer and started digging for something. After a few minutes he comes back and sets something on the bed. Yongtae then turns the vibe off and begins undoing your restraints. You heave a large size of relief and your hands immediately find your pussy and you start gently massaging it. “What do you think you’re doing?” Yongtae says very calmly. He looks at you from the edge of the bed as he opens up a small package. “I- Sir, please, my pussy is so sore, you make my clit so sensitive..please Sir, please fuck me already.” You say bucking your hips as you play with your clit. 

Yongtae crawls on top of you and pulls your hand away from you and pins them to the mattress. “Touching yourself before I tell you to is a penalty.” Yongtae’s lips crash into yours but only for a second as he makes his way down your body. His hot lips nips at the skin along your jawline, neck, your collar bone and down to your breasts. He ghosts his lips over your pert nipples and you gasped at the sensation. “That’s 5 more minutes of you not being able to cum.” You moan out of frustration. “I’m sorry but you know the rules Princess. Now, come here.” You rose off the mattress to grab Yongtae’s hand and in a quick second he flipped you over on to your hands and knees. “Now,” he began running his hands very slowly up your thigh. “Put your face in the mattress.” “Yes Sir.” you did as he asks and your ass rose a little bit. A quick smack to your thighs told you that he wasn’t satisfied. “Higher, come’on stick it up in the air like you would for Gun and spread your legs. I wanna see that pussy.” You face turned red at his words. 

You did exactly what he said and a satisfied humming came out of him. His hands made another appearance on your thighs and the mattress went down and he sat on the bed behind you. His hands traveled up to your ass and began rubbing it. Then a couple swats across each cheek had you moaning into the mattress. “Look at how sexy you look for me. I can’t wait to get that pussy dripping. You were in a position where you couldn’t see jack but that was alright with you because Yongtae had a way with words. “I bought a new dildo just for you. It’s thrusts, you hear that?” You heard the low and strange humming noise the dildo was making and you couldn’t help but wiggle your ass a bit. Another swat landed on your ass. “Keep it still slut.” Yongtae was becoming impatient and you could tell. And when he was impatient it was only the smallest thing that would set him off and even though you were looking for him to fuck you rough tonight you didn’t want this punishment to go on longer than it needed to be. 

You felt Yongtae’s fingers slide right into your pussy. He started slow to tease you and then sped up. “If you try and hold back your moans I’ll add more time understand?” “Yes Sir.” You say making sure your words are loud and clear. Yongtae pulls his fingers out of you and his hands reach around your thighs to get a good grip and pulling your ass closer to him he sets his tongue against your slit. With his other hand he reaches in between your legs and finds your clit. Gently pinching it and rubbing it with his fingers you let out a soft moan as he begins working you up. Through soft moans Yongtae had your pussy dripping and his tongue deep inside you. Yongtae then spit right into your hole causing you to shriek. He chuckled. “Did I ever tell you how good you taste?” Yongtae said pulling away from you. All you could do was moan. Yongtae had the biggest grin on his face as he slid the dildo right into you. 

“Shit” you whispered. With the dildo now all the way in Yongtae turned it back on and you felt as it pumped into you. “Oh shit.” you cried. Yongtae’s hands went to work kneeding your ass. Your moans got louder as the dildo was stretching your walls. “Tell me how it feels.” He said lightly spanking your ass some more. You couldn’t help but push your ass into Yongtae’s hands. “Five more minutes.” he said. You whined as Yongtae came around the bed to face you. You had turned your face to the side so you could see him. “I’m sorry Sir.” A little bit of Yongtae’s soft side came out as he reached his hand over to move your hair out of the way. In a calming voice he asked you once again, “how does the dildo feel fucking your slutty pussy huh?” you moaned again as Yongtae gripped a chunk of your hair. “It feels good Sir, fuck!” “That’s better.” he said letting go of your hair. He propped one side of his body up on his elbows as one of his hands traveled down your back. Traveling under you and light grazing your nipples Yongtae pinched one of them and started rolling and pulling it between his fingers. 

“You have such pretty nipples you know that? And such cute breasts.” Yongtae gently slapped your breast before sitting back up and coming around behind you again. Yongtae pulled the dildo out of you and let it rest on your clit. “You’re doing better than I thought you would.” He said before shoving the dildo back in. You cried out. “Sir you’re not being fair!” “I’m not being fair? I’m not being fair?” Yongtae’s voice gets low and you realize you might’ve dug yourself a hole you can’t get out of. He pulls the dildo out of you and grabs your hips, his nail digging into your skin. “You’re the one not being fair. You feel that?” Yongtae’s grinds his cock up against your pussy, through his pants “You feel how hard I am right now? I have to sit and punish you because you won’t shut up about wanting to fuck Gun when all Daddy wants to do his fuck his little Princess until she cries. All I want to do is mercilessly pound into that whore pussy of yours while you take it and leave nail marks in your hips and cover you in bruises and hickies and fuck you so good you’ll cum over and over and over again screaming from each body shaking orgasm I give you. But Daddy can’t do that because he’s too busy punishing his naughty slut. Maybe if you behaved like you do around Laon we’d both get what we want.” 

“Fuck..I’m sorry Sir, I’ll be good for you please, please just fuck me.” Yongtae pulled away and inserted the dildo back into you. Minutes passed and then hours and he kept denying you of cumming no matter how many times you begged, no matter how many times you cried. Yongtae was laying under your torso with his legs hanging off the bed sucking on your nipples when you noticed the light coming in through the window. You wondered what time it was but you were too afraid to ask. Your whole body felt numb and your legs were shaking as you felt your knees were about to give out. You knew you were getting a kink in your neck and a pain in your back. Your nipples were extremely sensitive from Yongtae’s mouth and your clit felt like it was gonna fall off. 

“S-sir,” you softly whimpered, you’re voice shaking. “my knees are killing me, can I lay on my back please.” At your desperate, soft words Yongtae stopped what he was doing and helped you onto your back. You sighed at the comfort of the bed. “Thank you Sir.” Yongtae nodded. Surprisingly the dildo stayed in place but shifted a bit causing a set of moans to rip through your throat. Your throat hurt from screaming all night and that last moan felt like someone struck a match inside your throat. “I have good news, I’ll let you cum but you have to count for me.” Yongtae said as he spread your legs apart. He sat in between them and rubbed your thighs with his hands. “Count? That’s it?” you were a little surprised as to how easy Yongtae was making this. Yongtae nodded moving the dildo around in you. “If you can count to 20 I’ll let you cum.” you smiled and began counting. “Faster,” Yongtae said “Faster?” you asked. Why was he asking you to count fast? What was he getting at?

“Oops, you have to start over.” there was the catch. If you stopped counting you had to start over. You sighed and started again. When you got to 15 Yongtae started rubbing your clit really fast which caught you off guard and you stuttered over the next number. “Start over.” he stated. You began crying. You were so exhausted and so frustrated. You were literally seconds away from being able to cum and Yongtae was still teasing you. “Sir, please let me cum, please, my pussy is so sore.” Yongtae’s hands rubbed your thighs. “I’ll let you cum when you can count right. It’s all you this time Princess.” You whined again causing Yongtae to furrow his brows. “Aww, what’s the matter, do you not want to cum?” All you could do was jerk your hips and whine. Yongtae was teasing you and there was no way you could focus on counting with him doing this. “Come on now, it’s only to 20, you can do it. You’ll get a nice reward if you cum for Daddy okay?” You nodded and began again. “Faster.” he said jerking your clit off even faster. You did your best to focus on each number and you finally reached 20. 

“Cum.” Yongtae commanded. You let out a silent scream as your voice gave out, your orgasm catching up to you. Your back arched and your legs closed around Yongtae. You let your body do it’s thing as your eyes rolled back into your head. You hands gripped the sheets and your whole body shook as your walls continued to clench around the dildo. Through your whole orgasm Yongtae kept his hands on your thighs gently rubbing them until your orgasm passed. Yongtae pulled the dildo out of you turning it off and placed one of his hands over your sex until your body stopped jerking. It took a good five minutes at least for you to completely calm down. You were panting and the pleasure you felt was so much better than any other time you had with Yongtae. Yongtae let you catch your breath while he softly kissed different places on your body. Starting with your thighs, your stomach, going up past your breasts, over your collarbone and up your neck til he came to your lips. His lips were soft and felt good against yours.

With your shaky hands you reached up to grip Yongtae’s shirt as his body hovered over yours. “Sir,” you asked breaking the kiss. “Yes?” he asked looking into your eyes. “Do you think, sometime, you could let me play with Gun.” Yongtae just stared at you for a bit before he chuckled and kissed your lips again. “You won’t let that go will you? I’ll think about it. But you’ll have to talk to him.” You face turned red at this causing Yongtae to chuckle again. “It’s time for your reward. You did good Princess.” Yongtae sat on the bed next to you and patted his still hard cock. “He’s ready.” you giggled and got in a comfortable position and undid Yongtae’s belt. You slowly undid his pants and pulled out his cock.

It felt good in your hands and although it was already hard you still pumped it, slowly, making sure to look up at Yongtae while doing so. “Mmm Sir, your cock is so hard and long..and so thick.” You brought your other hand to his cock and started pumping with two hands. “it’s so big I have to use two hands” you giggled. Yongtae reached down and stroked your hair with his hands. Taking one hand off his cock you reached up and moved his shirt out of the way. Yongtae let go of your hair and slipped his shirt off his shoulders just enough to give you more access to his chest. You found his nipple and started playing with it. You rubbed it slowly and you sped up pumping his cock. Yongtae’s head slowly tilted back and his mouth opened a gape. You moaned and raised up just enough where your mouth was even with Yongtae’s nipple. You darted your tongue out and gave his nipple quick licks.This caused Yongtae to jerk into you, pushing his cock into your hands. 

“Are you getting excited Sir?” you asked. Your teeth grazed against his nipple before you pulled it into your mouth. Sucking on it caused Yongtae to lean on the bed and when you pulled away from his nipple he let out a shaky moan. You smiled and went back to giving his dick attention. “I love your cock Sir, it’s so perfect. I love the way it feels in my hands.” You bent down again and placed his tip in your mouth. You slowly sucked on it bobbing your head slightly back and forth and making sure that every time you pulled off you licked his tip.  You continued to whisper dirty things to him that caused his chest to heave. You licked the underside of his cock and that caused Yongtae to reach his hand to your head and entangle his fingers in your hair gripping a nice chunk of it. You looked up at him and smiled while you rubbed his tip with your thumb. “Tell me how good this feels Sir. Tell your naughty slut that you love the way she works your cock.” Yongtae wasn’t responding, he was in his own world. 

“Answer me Daddy.” you growled. At those words Yongtae looked down at you and grinned. “It feels amazing Princess. But I need that whore mouth of yours around Daddy’s cock. Don’t keep me waiting.” You nodded and wrapped your mouth around his tip again. Then you pulled off of him once more and licked him up and down his shaft. You left soft kisses at his base and then moved your lips down to his balls. You kissed them gently and wrapped your mouth around one of them. A low groan left Yongtae’s mouth. “Don’t. Tease. Me. Slut” he growled, gripping your hair tighter. You grinned against his shaft. “But teasing you is so much fun. Daddy.” Yongtae pulled your hair so your head came up to meet his face. He crashed his lips into yours and your hands rested on either side of him, pressing into the mattress. His grip loosened as his hands slipped down to grab your breast again. You moaned into his mouth. 

Yongtae broke the kiss and grabbed your hair again and pushed your head onto his cock. “Shut the fuck up and suck Daddy’s cock with your whore mouth Princess.” You wasted no time at all hollowing your cheeks out as he pushed you down his cock. He groaned loudly as he guided you up and down his cock. He laid all the way back on the bed and brought his other hand to your head and held your head as he face fucked you. His thrusting was fast and his strokes were elongated as his tip hit the back of your throat every time. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes and you started making gagging noises as it was becoming difficult for you to breathe. You tried to pull away from his cock but his grip was strong. You gripped the sheets in your hands and tried your best to breathe. Yongtae held your head against his cock, his tip at the back of throat causing you to gagged. “Fuck!” he shouted. Tears were running down your cheeks and you couldn’t breathe. Yongtae finally let go and you pulled off his cock coughing and gasping for air. Your eyes burned and saliva was dripping from your lips connecting to his cock. 

Yongtae just scoffed and jerked his cock in his hand. “I know you can do better than that. If it was Gun’s cock you’d choke on it til you passed out. Come on slut, make me cum.” You nodded and opened your mouth once more and let Yongtae guide you. His grip this time was a little more gentle and allowed you to move at your own pace. You focused your breathing and opened your throat while breathing through your nose. You bobbed your head faster and faster around Yongtae, his breathing becoming heavy. He was getting close. You pushed down to his base and gagged a few times before pulling off of him again. Saliva covering his cock, precum leaking from his tip. You were out of breath. You grabbed the tip of Yongtae’s cock and pulled it down and held it between his legs for a few seconds before letting it go and watching it spring against his abdomen. “Fuck,” he groaned. Yongtae didn’t talk much when you were making him feel good but you could tell by his facial expressions and body movements that he was aroused and getting close to cumming. 

“You like that Sir? You like the way I suck your cock? Your perfect cock, it feels so good in my mouth, do you like the way your cock fills my mouth?” You went back to pumping Yongtae’s cock. Yongtae’s head was tilted back into the pillow and his back came up off the mattress a bit. “Fuck yes. Yes, I love the way your slutty mouth feels around my cock. I love hearing you gag on this hot cock, the way I fuck your throat, my tip hitting the back of your throat, the way your tears run down your face because you can’t breath. You’re so sexy choking on Daddy’s cock. You make such sexy noises, your such a needy, horny mess.” You moaned at his words. “Hmm, Sir, when are you gonna let me ride your cock and shove my face into the mattress and fuck me from behind til I can’t walk?” You whined out these words feeling really needy. “I need to feel your cock in me, I need you to fill my whore pussy with your amazing cock please Daddy. Please fuck me til I cry, make me cum over and over.” as you said this your hands worked Yongtae’s cock. “Soon..be patient.” Yongtae choked out as you got him closer and closer to his orgasm. 

You whined licking his tip once again. “Sir, you know I’m impatient-” “You say you’re impatient yet you’re teasing me instead of letting me cum.” Yongtae grunted out, his hips jerking up into you. You sighed kissing his cock some more. “If I let you cum can you let me ride you please?” Yongtae chuckled. By now Yongtae and you and repositioned yourselves on the bed, him laying right up against the headboard you positioned in between his legs, your arms resting on his thighs as you gently stroked his cock. “Your cock is so beautiful Sir.” you planted kisses up and down his cock again before bending it to the side to lazily suck it. “It would look even more beautiful if you’d hurry up and make it cum.” You laughed, “who’s impatient now?” you asked getting back on your knees again. “I’ve waited all night very patiently unlike you who wouldn’t behave at all. You were very impatient compared to me.” Yongtae said letting you see the smile that was appearing on his face. You blushed and then finally gave Yongtae what both him and you wanted.

His deep moans and cursing had you touching yourself as Yongtae’s orgasm came close. You matched your moans with his and Yongtae’s hand grabbed strands of your hair, his hands and breathing shaky. “More, faster Princess.” Yongtae was like putty in your hands, you had him so worked up he whined every time you swirled your tongue around his cock. His cock jerked up into your mouth a few times and his grip on your hair tightened. He was seconds to cumming so you sped up, bobbing faster and faster on his cock. Yongtae pushed your head down onto his cock and moaned loudly as he came in your mouth. His hot liquid hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. “S-swallow it..slut.” he weakly stated. You did your best to drink up his juices but he pushed your head off of him too soon and drops of cum fell from your lips onto his cock.

Yongtae sat up and gathered the extra juice from his tip with his fingers and pushed them to your lips. “I said all” he whispered, sounding exhausted. You opened your mouth and sucked his fingers clean while he grabbed your breast with his free hand. More cum had dripped down your chin and onto your breasts when you had pulled out. You went to clean it up but Yongtae pulled your hand away. “Hang on,” he said reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing his phone. “Let me send this to Gun, look at the camera Princess.” you looked up at him, your cheeks pink and tear stained, drool and cum dripping down your chin and collecting on your breasts, your own cum leaking onto the sheets. “Good girl.” Yongtae swiped the cum from your breasts and held his finger out for you to clean once again. “Good girl, come here.” Yongtae placed his finger under your chin and brought your lips you his. His lips and saliva tasted sweet. Your body pushed onto Yongtae and he fell back onto the bed while you to continued to kiss. You were both exhausted so you just laid on top of him while he stroked your hair. “You’re such a good girl aren’t you, Daddy’s perfect slut.” you nodded curling your body into him and watched the sun climb higher in the sky as your bedroom filled with daylight. 

Have a shitty gif I made with tumblr uwu. (I wanna know how to make good gifs tho but for now these will work) Holy fucking shit and a half. That took two weeks? I think. Damn. I honestly wanted to stop after the punishment but I pushed myself to write more. Hopefully it wasn’t too much. Bitch I’m exhausted and Dojin wasn’t even punishing me.

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[eeyore101247]

OKAY so I’ve sent this to a few writers and never had a reply so I’m hoping you will - you and Tom in a survival situation (zombie apocalypse maybe?) (means he can be all sweaty and dirty and sexy, also him shooting a gun would be fit af) and you finally find safety so you can relax together and reveal your feelings. then it gets nsfw but you have to be quiet so you don’t alarm anyone

OMG YES! I’m posting a gif with this (credit to gif creator).

AN while in the middle of writing this: So, uh, I’ve gone overboard XD Inspiration kinda hit and I went with it, so I apologize for how long this turns out to be. Atm, in the writing process, I’m not even done and it’s probably well over 1.5k words. 

Your chest heaved as you ran down into the abandoned cellar, Tom not too far behind as he slammed the doors shut and locked them.

“That was too close for comfort.” You muttered, trying to catch your breath as you turned on the lamp. You could hear the weak banging from the zombies on the metal door, their grunts and groans muffled by the cold steel. Dropping your bag of supplies, you walked over to the rickety bed in the corner, flopping down with a groan.

“I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you, love.” You heard Tom say as he moved further into the cellar. You could hear his boots hitting the concrete as he picked up your bag and placed it on the shelves with the rest of the supplies. You let out a sigh as you continued to listen Tom move around your small makeshift home. The two of you had found it the day before and had deemed it livable enough to stay in for a few days. There weren’t many supplies and only one bed, but the two of you made it work. Especially with how cold it could get at night. 

Your mind drifted as you thought about the night before. The two of you were pressed up against each other, clothes against clothes, skin against skin. He was warm, providing all the heat you needed to get through the night like a living furnace. Your back had been pressed against his chest, his arm draped over your waist to maximize space. You had felt his muscles through the shirt he had been wearing, feeling them shift and flex through out the night as he had slept. You had barely gotten any sleep, having spent the whole night with rather erotic thoughts running through your mind as his crotch was pressed against your backside. 

You were pulled out of your thoughts as the bed dipped, a soft grunt leaving the body now laying beside you. You turned your head to look at him, trying to fight back the growing blush as you took in his appearance. His unruly chocolate curls were messier than normal, damp with sweat and dirty with dust and ash from the burning buildings filled with zombies. He let out a sigh, eyes fluttering closed, lashes kissing the skin of his flushed cheeks. Your gaze moved from his hair, taking in his messy brow, the urge to try and fix it washing over you. You brushed it off as you admired the shape of his nose, the small bumps from the numerous times he broke it adding to his charm. The freckles that decorated his nose and cheeks were barely visible in the light, but you knew they were there. You looked lower, taking in the curve of his lips. The temptation to capture his lips with yours was strong, the desire to bite down on the shapely lower lip coursing through your veins. 

You swallowed as you quickly looked away, burying your face back in the mattress as heat gathered in your face. To say you harbored a crush on your partner in the apocalypse was an understatement. You weren’t sure if these were real feelings of love or desperation driving you wild with lust, but there was something festering within you. The countless butterflies that had taken up residence in your stomach constantly fluttering whenever he threw you that crooked smile or called you those adorable pet names in that accent of his. The racing of your heart whenever the two of you were inches apart, whenever his skin brushed against yours and left a fiery trail of desire and electricity behind. 

Silence engulfed the cellar as the faint banging on the doors continued. The only other thing to be heard was the soft sounds of your breathing, letting you know you both were still alive. Your stomach let out a soft grumble, letting it be known just how hungry you were. You heard Tom let out a soft chuckle, his warmth soon disappearing from beside you as he stood up.

“Come on. Let’s fix some dinner.” He said softly, gently patting you on the shoulder before helping you up.

Dinner passed by in comfortable silence and small talk, reminiscing about the days gone by. Tom told stories of his family and friends, drawing soft giggles from you at the weird and crazy things they did. You told him stories from your own past, heart swelling with pride as they drew chuckles from him as well. 

The banging had long since stopped as the cool air started to settle in the cellar. You sat on the bed, watching as Tom finished pulling the supplies out of the bags and sorting them out on the shelves. You watched as his muscles tensed and shifted beneath the fabric of his shirt, his biceps flexing occasionally whenever he picked up something heavy. You thought back to earlier that day, the way his muscles moved as he shot at the hoard of zombies you had come across. He was skillful with the shotgun he carried around, the veins in his arms bulging slightly at every shot he took. They became more prominent whenever he unloaded the gun, unable to look away as you had watched his slender fingers slip the buck shots into the barrel of the gun, snapping it closed and taking aim once more. 

You squirmed on the edge of the bed, the heat building in your core pulling you out of your thoughts. You moved your gaze away from Tom, focusing on your bare feet against the cool concrete, hoping it would help cool you down. It helped a bit until your thoughts drifted back to Tom and his warmth and the fluttery feeling he filled you with the night before. You took a shaky breath as your core tightened, closing your eyes to try and pull yourself together. You had managed to bury these feelings for the past six months and you didn’t want to risk losing the amazing friend and partner you had made in the five months before that. 

“Ready to get some sleep darling?” Tom asked softly, pulling you out of your thoughts once more. Your gaze met his warm brown orbs, an unfamiliar emotion swirling around in his gaze. You almost thought it looked like love and adoration, but you quickly brushed that thought away. You were just projecting what you wanted to see in your desperation for joy in this dangerous, death filled world you now lived in.

“Yea.” You said softly, dropping your gaze back to the floor as you scooted forward, allowing him space to slip in between you and the wall. You kept your eyes down as the bed dipped behind you, feeling him brush against your body as he adjusted himself to get comfortable. Minutes passed and he had stopped moving, a strong arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you down to the mattress with him.

“Is something wrong, darling? You’ve been really quiet since dinner.” He said softly, his warm breath tickling the skin on the back of your neck. It sent pleasurable shivers down your spine, striking a cord with the growing heat between your legs. You swallowed nervously as you felt his hand gently rest on your hip, thumb slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt and rubbing soothing circles against your skin.

“Do… do you think it’s possible to find love anymore?” You asked softly, staring at the wall across the room in the dim light. Seconds passed in silence, your heart hammering in your chest as you waited for an answer. You weren’t necessarily revealing your feelings for him, but it was just as nerve wracking because it could still turn out to be a rejection. 

“I-I mean, the world is even more dangerous than it was before. Everything can be ripped away from you at any moment and everyone is so focused on survival that it doesn’t really seem like there’s much room for love anymore.” You rambled on, your nerves and anxiety causing words to spill from your lips without a second thought. “Sorry, it was a stupid question.”

“It wasn’t stupid at all and to answer you, yes. I think it is still possible.” He said softly, his fingers moving up to brush the hair away from your neck, exposing it to the cool air. “As desperate as we are for survival, we’re also desperate for those small, fleeting moments of happiness. They keep us moving forward. Give us a reason to see the sun rise once again.”

“Really?” You said softly, glancing over your shoulder at him as a newfound sense of hope coursed through you. Your gaze locked with his as you slowly rolled over, being careful not to take up too much space as you turned to face him. His gaze was warm and caring as he looked at you, a small smile on his face as he nodded.

“Really.” He whispered, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Your skin burned as his fingertips brushed along the skin behind your ear, trailing down across your cheek. His hand gently cupped the side of your face, his eyes scanning over every feature. You could hear the pounding of your heart in your ears, praying to whatever gods there were that Tom couldn’t hear it. Your breath hitched in your throat as his gaze lingered on your lips for a few seconds before meeting your eyes once more, a light dusting of pink decorating his cheeks as he gazed at you.

“Tom…” You muttered softly, mouth running dry as you warmed under his gaze. You weren’t exactly sure what you were going to say or what you wanted to say, but all your fears and worries seemed to melt under his stare. You shivered as his thumb brushed over your lips, a hint of hesitation swirling in those gorgeous eyes of his.

“Kiss me.” You muttered softly without a thought, your cheeks warming beneath his hand. His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t leave you waiting long as his lips soon pressed against yours. They were warm and slightly chapped, but you didn’t mind as his hand moved to the back of your neck. Your lips molded to his, a hand coming up to tangle in his curls. Your body thrummed with joy and love, a sense of home and belonging washing over you as your eyes fluttered closed. Everything about the kiss felt right as all the missing puzzle pieces of your life fell perfectly into place. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that.” He muttered softly, his lips brushing against yours as he pulled away ever so slightly. Your heart fluttered at his words, warmth blossoming in your chest as you smiled.

“Then don’t stop.�� You whispered as you pulled his lips back to yours. You hummed softly into the kiss as your lips moved in sync, his hand coming down to rest on your waist. He gently rolled you over, coming to hover above you as his tongue swiped at your lower lip. You happily obliged, a groan slipping past as his tongue slid inside, slowly exploring every inch he could. His hands gently roamed across your body, his touch leaving trails of electricity as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt. You pulled away for air as your stomach tightened, the desire to get closer to him washing over every nerve in your body.

“Tom…” You groaned softly as his hands slowly pushed your shirt up and over your head, revealing your naked breasts beneath. You hadn’t felt much of a need for a bra in the wastelands, one less layer in the sweltering heat on some days. 

“Yes, my love?” He hummed softly, his lips leaving a trail across your jaw and down your throat. His hands explored every inch of your torso, dancing around your swollen nipples but never touching. Your hands traveled down his back, tugging the fabric of his shirt up to try and pull it off. He chuckled against your skin before pulling away, quickly ridding himself of his shirt before attaching his lips back to your neck. 

You let out a groan as he sucked on the sensitive skin, his tongue gently caressing the mark that would be left behind. You raked your fingers over his back, shivering as you felt the muscles ripple beneath the skin in response. His lips continued to leave a trail of marks across your collarbone and down your chest, coming to rest in the valley between your breasts. You felt his hot breath ghost over your skin as he pulled back, a hand coming up to cup one of the soft masses of flesh, nerves, and fat. You gasped as his tongue trailed from the underside up to the nipple, gently taking it between his lips and sucking on it. A moan slipped past your lips as you arched up against him, a static shock of arousal shooting down to your core. You could feel the growing wet spot in your panties, your skin burning in anticipation of what was to come next.

“You’re so gorgeous, baby girl.” You felt him mutter against your skin as he peppered your chest in kisses. He gently rolled your nipples between his fingers, pulling another moan from you as you ran your hands down along his arms. You could feel his biceps flexing beneath the warm skin, your mind drifting off to what they looked like under the sheen of sweat. 

His hands traveled further, brushing along the skin just above the waistband of your shorts. Goosebumps decorated your skin in anticipation as you let out a soft whimper, pressing your hips up against him. You felt him smile against your chest, his hand brushing against your core through the fabric of your shorts. You let out a whine, pressing against him in an attempt to get more friction, but he just pulled away. 

“Tommy, please.” You begged softly, gaze pleading as you looked down at him. His eyes met yours, those chocolate browns blown wide with lust mixed with love and desire. His lips trailed soft, open mouthed kisses down across your stomach, coming to rest just above the waistband of your shorts. 

“‘M gonna take care of you, baby girl. Don’t worry.” He said softly, his lips pulled up into a smile as he slipped his thumbs under the waistband, slowly pulling your shorts and panties down your legs. You gasped as your core was met with the cool air, blushing furiously as you watched Tom toss your clothes aside, leaving you naked and exposed in front of him. 

His gaze dropped to your soaking, swollen core, causing you to squirm under his gaze as he licked his lips. He gently ran a finger through your folds, drawing a gasp from you as you laid your head back against the pillow, eyes fluttering closed as your chest heaved in anticipation. You felt his thumbs gently pull your lower lips apart, his warm breath tickling the area between your legs.

“So fucking gorgeous.” You heard him mumble as he pressed gentle kisses along your inner thigh. You felt his hot breath against your core, groaning as his tongue slid through your folds, stopping just short of your swollen, throbbing clit. 

“Shit.” You cursed softly as his tongue swirled around in your arousal, swiping over your entrance before dipping in. You gasped as the tip of his tongue brushed against that sensitive spot within you, the knot in your core tightening.

“Fuck.” You groaned as he slipped his tongue out, bringing it up to brush against your clit. Stars entered your vision as the knot grew ever tighter, his lips curling around the small bundle of pleasurable nerves. You threaded your fingers through his curls, groaning as you felt his fingers gently rubbing at your entrance. You tugged on his hair as he slipped a finger in, gasping as he groaned around your clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you, but not enough to push you over the edge. 

You gently pressed him further between your legs as he started to pump his finger in you, curling his finger just right to brush against that sweet spot against your walls. You felt yourself quickly approaching your high as his tongue expertly played with your clit, another finger joining in not too long after.

“D-don’t stop.” You moaned as your grip tightened, his fingers starting to pump faster. It wasn’t long before he pushed you over the edge, his teeth gently scraping across your clit and sending you into a mind blowing orgasm. You let out a cry as the knot snapped, your body shaking as pleasure coursed through your veins, radiating out from your core and filling every nerve in your body. He continued to work you over through your high, slowly pulling away as your body started to relax against him. Your chest heaved as you slowly opened your eyes, looking down at him with a blissful smile.

He straightened up, your juices covering his lips and dripping down his chin. He dragged the back of his hand across his lips, trying to wipe most of it away as he climbed back over you. His thumb gently brushed across your cheek as he smiled, his gaze full of love as he looked down at you. His lips met yours once again, his tongue gently pushing past your lips. You could taste yourself on him, stirring something deep within you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt him shifting ever so slightly above you as your tongues danced with each other. 

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked softly as he pulled away, his warm and loving gaze staring down into yours. You felt as the head of his shaft brushed against your folds, a shiver of pleasure running up your spine as you nodded.

“Yea. I want this Tom.” You said softly, gently caressing his cheek as you smiled. He let out a slow breath, a blush crossing his cheeks as he smiled. He leaned back down, his lips pressing against yours once more as he slid the tip of his cock between your folds. He carefully lined himself up, slowly pushing in with a groan as you gently bit on his bottom lip. He slid in easily, filling you up and stretching you wide around him. You were tight, having not really had an active sex life in the past, leaving things just slightly painful as you winced. He stopped once he bottomed out, his hips pressing against yours as he waited for you to give him the signal to continue. You took a few deep breaths before nodding, gently brushing your lips against his as encouragement.

“Fuck, you’re so tight angel.” He groaned softly as he started off slow, his hips gently meeting yours. You moaned softly as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to yourself. Every nerve, every cell in your body radiated a warmth and love you didn’t know existed as you stared up into those beautiful brown orbs. Your fingers gently traced over every inch of his face, taking in every imperfection and flaw. Time stopped as his hips continued to move slowly, your focus on the man above you as the two of you made love. 

“Oh Thomas…” You moaned softly as you pulled his face down to yours, your nose bumping against his. “I… I love you so much.”

“I love you too baby girl.” He muttered softly against your lips, groaning as he captured them in a sensual and passionate kiss. Months of bottled up feelings came pouring out as your lips moved in sync, saying everything words could not. You felt that familiar coil start to form in your core once more as he slowly started to pick up the pace, his hips gently slapping against yours. 

You swallowed each others moans as he continued to thrust inside of you, snaking one of his arms under your back and holding you against him. His other hand slipped between the two of you, his thumb drawing lazy circles over your clit. You pressed your hips up against him as you tugged on his lower lip, dragging your nails down his muscular back. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned against your lips, your breaths mingling as your lungs screamed for air. You let out a soft whimper as he pulled his thumb away from your clit, pouting as he straightened up. He grabbed one of your legs, hoisting it over his shoulder before leaning back down over you, snaking his arm under you once more. His hips slammed into yours, drawing a loud moan from the both of you as he hit deeper than he had before. His other hand slipped back between your legs, his thumb drawing rushed circles over your clit as his hips started to slam into yours.

“Oh Tommy! Don’t stop!” You moaned out, trying to keep yourself from crying out again as the coil grew tighter with every thrust as the head of his shaft brushed against your g-spot. He grunted as he grabbed the metal frame of the headboard, his brow glistening with sweat as his gaze met yours. Your breath hitched at the emotions swirling around in his eyes. His love and adoration washed over you as your high was fueled by his lust as the coil snapped from just that look. You let out a strangled cry as your second orgasm washed over you, your walls tightening around Tom and drawing a low groan from his lips as he continued to pound into you.

“Fuck, Y/N…” He groaned as his hips slapped against yours, your clenching walls quickly pulling him over the edge with you. You shuttered as his warm seed filled you up and seeped past his shaft, coming to pool on the mattress below you. His pace slowed as the two of you rode out your highs, bodies glistening with sweat in the dim lights.

Tom carefully collapsed on top of you, burying his face into your neck with a pleased sigh. You gently wrapped your arms around him, your eyes fluttering closed as a shaky sigh slipped past your lips. The cellar was filled with silence once more as the two of you struggled to catch your breath, bodies covered in sweat.

Your cheeks burned as you felt Tom placing gentle kisses along your neck and jaw, leaving a trail up to your ear.

“That was amazing.” He whispered, his warm breath producing goosebumps as your heart raced. You gave a small smile as a lump formed in your throat, tears of joy threatening to spill over as you laid there with him in your afterglow.

You couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped past your lips as he started to pull away, your gaze turning sad as your eyes met his. He looked down at you with a smile, placing a gentle kiss against your lips before pulling out of you with a groan.

“I’ll be right back my love.” He said softly, slowly getting to his feet and moving over to the other side of the room. Your vision was hazy with the tears that still threatened to spill over, your heart swollen with love and joy as you watched his silhouette grab a piece of torn cloth and dampening it in the small sink. He soon walked over, a loving gaze adorning his features as he crouched over you. You shuttered as the damp cloth was pressed against your core, whimpering at how sensitive you were. 

“Shhh, it’s okay. Just cleaning you up angel.” He said softly, carefully dragging the cloth between your folds. You shivered as he pulled away, letting out a squeak as he gently placed a kiss just above your slit. You watched as he tossed the cloth aside, crawling back into the bed beside you and motioning for you to roll over. You did as you were told, your face hot as he pulled your bare back against his chest, his softening member pressed up against your butt. 

“I love you so much.” He mumbled against your skin, pressing kisses along your shoulder blade. You couldn’t stop it as a soft sob slipped past your lips, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Darling, baby girl, what’s wrong?” He asked softly, his voice laced with concern as he pulled you closer to him. You sniffled as your lips pulled up in a smile, feeling him shift to hover above you ever so slightly. You turned to look at him, your smile growing larger.

“I’m just happy.” You said softly, reaching up and caressing his cheek. He leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed as his lips pulled up into a smile. “Just happy that you love me as much as I love you.”

“How could I not love you? You’re absolutely amazing, love.” He said softly, his gaze meeting yours once more. You smiled as you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Not as amazing as you.” You said softly, gently pushing a few of his curls out of his face. “Now let’s get some rest. We have a long day tomorrow.”

He nodded softly as he laid back down behind you, pulling you tight against his chest as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

“I love you so much angel. Sweet dreams.” He said softly, pressing one more gentle kiss to your skin.

“I love you too Tommy.”

AN: So, uh, this got a bit out of hand, ending with a total of 4,297 words. O.O I don’t know how it got to be this long, but I know I am very proud of how it turned out and I hope you enjoyed it Anon! I’m sorry this took so long to write, a lot has happened in the past week, but I finally got around to writing it! Though, this isn’t quite blurb length as it is about as long as my longest one shot XD

Also, it’s 4:37 in the morning when I finished this lolz

Thank you for reading!

~ LoLo *^-^*

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