#and its like. okay so i can get out on my own or i can let my crush simply cradle me in his beefy arms and carry me home. hmm

[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured (Alexia's Version) II

Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader

Summary: Alexia comes home from work

Alexia comes in from a long day of coaching to find carnage in the house but no more than usual.

Jaume's muddy football boots are scattered in the entrance hall along with his school bag and his training bag. His jacket is thrown callously on the ground and she can just make out the dishes he hasn't cleaned up from his afternoon snack on the kitchen counters.

Her son is found in the living room, whirred into a game of FIFA and talking into his headset to his friends.

Your own ballet bag sits at the bottom of the stairs and Alexia can hear rhythmic thumping from your bedroom. She pops the door open and throws your bag onto the bed.

You're sitting at your desk, breaking in your pointe shoe by thwacking it against the corner of your study space. You're attacking the shank of your shoe viciously while your other one lays perfectly broken in next to you.

You've raided the sewing box too, a needle already threaded so you can sew on your ribbons as soon as you're done breaking in your second shoe.

"Did that one do something to you?" Alexia says and you jolt in shock, not having realised she came in.

"Yeah," You reply with a wry smile," It didn't come broken in." You whack it one final time against your desk and test its flexibility, finally content and get to work sewing your ribbons onto the shoes.

"You left your bag by the stairs," Alexia says and you roll your eyes.

"Jaume left his stuff all over the house," You reply," He's so messy."

"He's a boy. Boys are messy."

"Have you made him clean it up yet?"

"I'm letting him finish his FIFA match. It might embarrass him in front of his friends."

You roll your eyes again, tying off your first ribbons before moving onto the second. "They're so annoying."

"They're hormonal," Alexia replies. She takes your other shoe and starts sewing a set of ribbons on. "They'll grow out of it."

"Can they grow out of it now?" You mutter," I'm sick of them watching me."

Alexia freezes, like a pail of icy water has been thrown on top of her. Her mouth goes dry. "What?"

You give her a look. "Huh?"

"What do you mean they're watching you?"

You shrug. "I don't know. They're hormonal boys. I'm Jaume's older sister." You wrinkle your nose. "They say gross things sometimes. It's not a big deal."

Alexia hates that aspect of you. You're so resigned to the concept that it is what it is. You had problems like this when you were younger too, merely accepting bullying and rude words at you because you didn't think it would matter if you tried to fight it.

It's something that Alexia's never managed to snap you out of but she never thought that she would see it in a situation like this.

"What kinds of things?"

You frown at her. "I thought you knew."

"No! Is that why you didn't tell me?"

You shrug. "I thought if you were fine with it happening then I should be fine with it happening."

"No...Bambi...You should never think that those kinds of things are okay. They're not and if it happens again, you come to me right away."

You nod, not fully convinced. "Okay, Mami."

"Hey," She says," Put on your shoes. We're overdue a catch up."

Alexia's busy coaching at Barcelona most days. She's almost always working but she tries to find the time for you and Jaume both together and alone. It used to be a tradition that she would take you out once a week by yourself to 'catch up' but work has been so busy these past few weeks so you're long overdue some one-on-one time together.

"I'm sewing my ribbons!" You complain and Alexia fondly ruffles your hair.

"And you can take a break. You've just come from a full day of dancing. Go put on comfortable shoes. You can sew your ribbons tonight."

You huff but do what you're told.

Alexia goes back downstairs, switching the tv off.

"Mami!" Jaume complains, pulling down his headset," I was in the middle of a match!"

She gives him a pointed look. "And your stuff is in the middle of my house."

"I'll pick it up later."

"You'll pick it up now," Alexia says," This isn't your room, Jaume. I like my house to be tidy."

He huffs and moves to get up.

"And tell your friends to stop saying foul things to your sister."

He freezes, every muscle in his body going rigid and stiff. "What?"

"I know what teenage boys are like, Jaume, and I understand peer pressure and not saying anything so you can fit in but this isn't school. Your sister deserves to come home and feel safe."

"It...It was just jokes, Mami."

"Was it? You may think they were joking but were they actually?"

Jaume's face grows a little confused. "But they had to be! There's...There's no way they'd come to our house and...and say those things to her and actually mean them! Right? Mami, right?"

"Jaume..." Alexia sighs. It's clear to her now that Jaume genuinely had no idea that his friends could actually mean what they said. Alexia takes some comfort in knowing that, at least, Jaume hadn't done this out of spite or any other malicious feeling towards you. "Even if they were jokes, your sister doesn't need to be made fun of in her own house. If you let them get away with stuff now then they're just going to keep building and building and building on it until it's too late to stop them."

"Mami..." Jaume looks heartbroken now, glancing up the stairs where he knows you're doing something in your room. "They...She...Is she okay?"

"I'm taking your sister out," Alexia says," She's had a long day at practice and she needs some time to decompress, okay? Can I trust you to clean up your stuff and get started on your homework?"

He nods.

"Good boy." Alexia kisses his forehead. "Your Mama should be home soon. No tv until your work is done."

"Okay, Mami."

Jaume sits himself at the kitchen table, going through a mind-numbingly boring Physics worksheet when you come down.

"Ready to go?" Alexia asks and you nod.

"Hey, wait!" Jaume calls out and you stop, turning to look at you. "I love you."

You frown in confusion. "I love you too."

"Good," He says," I mean, it's good that you know that I love you." He nods several times and a small bubble of laughter erupts from you.

Jaume grins like he just won the lottery and Alexia trusts in her son to lay down the law with his friends.

She guides you out the door and to the car, driving down to some quaint café that's opened up nearby.

"A milkshake?" Alexia offers after you've found a table," I heard from Mapi that they do those big monster ones with a cupcake stabbed through the straw."

"Mami," You admonish," I still have dance tomorrow."

"Hmm," Alexia says," You're right. It's probably too big for one each. We can share."

"Mami!" You laugh," I'm trying to stay healthy. The Spring Season starts soon. We have performances to do."

Alexia reaches over to pinch your cheek and you roll your eyes. "Well, I'm your Mami and I say it's okay. You know, I'm quite wise."

"Fine," You say," But if we're getting a milkshake then let's get the red velvet one."

"Whatever you want, bambi."

Alexia orders some cupcakes and a cookie with it and rolls her eyes as you mock complain with no actual annoyance in your tone.

"Now," She says," I've spoken to your brother and he's going to sort his friends out or else."

You roll your eyes, poking at your food. "It's fine. I can deal with it."

"You shouldn't have to deal with it." Alexia reaches across the table for your hand. "Boys will be boys but that doesn't mean they should be saying those things to you. I...I just...Bambi why didn't you tell me?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, eyes darting to the side.

"Bambi," Alexia says again," Come on. You can tell me things, you know that, right?"

You nod. "I just...I was worried that I was being silly. That..." You shrug. "You know, you would think I was overreacting. It shouldn't bother me as much as it is. They're just stupid boys."

"Boys are always stupid," Alexia says decisively," And I don't think you're overreacting. It's going to be sorted out. If Jaume doesn't then I will."

She speaks so firmly that you can't help but agree, saved from replying by your mouth full of cake.

You still look a little awkward talking about it though so Alexia pivots the conversation away.

"So," She asks," What ballet is it this season?"

You're not usually talkative about the ballets you're practising, preferring it to be a surprise when you gift the family tickets to opening night but with the season approaching, you don't mind as much.

"First half of the season is La Sylphide," You say, sipping on the straw of the milkshake," Second half is Giselle."

Those words mean nothing to Alexia but you look excited so she decides to be excited for you.

Your cheeks go a little red and you pick at your cake. "Actually...I...er..."

"Is something wrong?"

"No...I...Do you remember when I told you that a few of our soloists got injured?"

Alexia racks her brain. "I think so. You said it was after the Nutcracker performances, right?"

You nod. "Well, they're still not back and the balletmaster decided to start doing understudies in case of injuries and sickness."

Alexia nods along. It's a smart choice, like rotating the players in a team.

You don't look at her, staring down at your plate.

"They're guaranteed one night though, you know, as the lead."

"Okay?"

"Mami, I'm playing Giselle."

Alexia chokes. "What?"

You finally look up at her. "I'm playing the lead, Mami."

"I..." Alexia whips out her phone. "What day is it? I need to check I'm not busy. No, I'll rearrange my meetings if I am. Oh, we'll have to call your Abuela and your Tia. Oh! And Mapi too! Jenni, as well." She starts typing away at her phone. "Wait, let me just text Olga. We'll have to get Jaume a proper outfit if you're going to play lead. And-"

"Mami," You cut her off though your voice is soft and quiet," It's not that big of a deal."

"Not that big of a deal?!" Alexia scoffs," You're seventeen years old, playing the lead in a professional ballet company! How could you keep this a secret?! Oh, bambi, we have to sort out tickets. What day did you say it was?"

You laugh. "I didn't, Mami."

Alexia crams the rest of her cake into her mouth. "We have to get home. We have to tell Jaume and Olga!" She looks at you for a moment. "So grown up! My little baby, playing the lead!"

You slouch in your seat. "Mami, calm down. It's for one night. People are staring."

"Up! Up!" Alexia insists," Come on! What do you want for dinner?"

"Mami-"

"You choose. Anything! Anything you want!"

"Mami-"

"What about that fancy place near Alba's house? I think I can get us a reservation."

"Mami!"

"Sorry, bambi. What did you want?"

"Can I just have a hug?"

Alexia pulls you into a hug, cradling the back of your head with her hand. "You make me so proud, bambi. I love you so much."

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[matan4il]

I’m muslim but I’m upset with the free Palestine movement especially as a woman. they are only making it worse for Muslim women subject to governments which are misusing the teachings of the Quran. they do not care even about Uyghur or Rohingya Muslims

I'm a day late, but I hope it's still okay to wish you Jumaat Mubaraka, lovely Nonnie! *hugs*

I feel you. A few years ago, I took a course and ended up becoming friends with the lady who happened to choose the seat next to me. She's a Muslim Israeli Arab woman. She had the audacity of divorcing her husband. She has a son who came out as gay, and she had the audacity to accept him as he is. Under Hamas or the Palestinian Authority's rule, she could be severely punished socially for either. Worse, her son would likely be terrified for his life, and might have ended up like one of my gay Palestinian friends, who have been forced into heterosexual marriages because the threat to their lives was so great. Instead, her son lives in Tel Aviv, is openly gay, and is an advocate for both the State of Israel and gay Israeli Arabs and Palestinians. She's an advocate for the State of Israel and Israeli Arab Muslim women. She gets to speak and be heard because she's an Israeli citizen. And it's not by chance that she is one. Her family made a choice in 1948, to stand by the Jews, rather than join the Arab attack on them. She once opened the Quran, showed me a specific surah, and told me, "This is why I know that as a Muslim, I must love the Jews, and stand by their state."

She has her own agency in choosing her position on the State of Israel, she has her well being, her son's, and that of many other Israeli Muslim Arab women and gay people to consider, and the anti-Israel crowd doesn't care about any of that. She's just an obstacle standing in the way of the narrative they've chosen, she shows reality is more complex than the black and white framing they embraced, which allows them to openly hate Jews while inflating their own egos, as if they're being righteous.

Not to mention coming up with ridiculous stuff like, "Palestinian men beat their wives because of the Israeli occupation!" This is honestly one of the dumbest things I've ever heard, only topped by "Israel is using cow/dolphin spies." But think of the practical implication. It means as long as Israel exists, no one's gonna hold Palestinian men accountable for the violence they're committing against their own wives. It's a betrayal of Palestinian women, all supposedly in the name of helping Palestinian nationalism.

(on top of the criticism voiced by UN Watch, it's insane how one of the speakers blaming domestic violence against Palestinian women on Israel is the UN representative of "Etat de Palestine," state of Palestine... What an easy way to avoid a state's duty to protect the women living under its rule from any and all violence, including domestic! If you're an independent state, and deserve recognition from the world, then you also have the responsibility to tackle domestic violence. If you're not independent, then why are you demanding to be recognized as such?)

And yes, the lack of care for actual Israeli Arabs and Palestinians is what I often talk about, but you're right that the damage caused by the anti-Israel crowd is bigger than just to Jews, Israeli Arabs, and Palestinians. Holding up an Islamist cause, backing up the Islamist movement and showing them how the west can be easily won, this will only serve to harm more people. Including Muslims who are more vulnerable to human rights abuses, like women and gay people.

In the vid above, as another example, the UN Watch speaker asks the UN to compare the data on domestic violence suffered by Palestinian women, to that suffered by Jordanian, Lebanese, Egyptian women and so on... Maybe if they couldn't use Israel as their punching bag, they'd have to look at domestic violence against women in the whole region, and actually do something about it. But nah, it's easier to write off Israel as the guilty party when it comes to Palestinian domestic violence, and pretend like that's the only place in the entire Middle East where this violence stands out as an issue. And that's before we talk about observing the levels of anti-women violence in non-Arab Muslim countries, such as Iran, where the government itself has imprisoned and even killed women for not wearing a hijab correctly. This is a betrayal of Muslim women at large.

And in addition to all that, like you said, this crowd also doesn't give a shit about the Muslims being persecuted in any conflict that doesn't allow the blame to be laid on the 'evil Jews.' Even when the numbers targeted are much greater, and the scope of abuse far more severe.

Thank you for the ask, and I hope you're okay! I hope the world cares more about Muslim women, rather than posturing as if it does, but only when it can be used against Jews. xoxox

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[dotchannie]

- 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎, 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 :: c.bc x reader (MDNI)

synopsis: after chan's phone call, you rush home to find him in an unexpected predicement, offering to help him out in his time of need.

a/n: part 2 repost! the only double parter i ever wrote and ofc it was for dirty little channie,, my beloved subby boy, please enjoy xx (i dont think i used any gender implications but if there is its fem)

wc: 1,596.

PART 1 !

Warnings:petnames(baby, naughty boy?,angel, my love),feelings of panic on readers behalf, male masturbation with sex toys, swearing, edging, teasing, ball fondling, growling, begging.

You barrel through the front door, barely taking any care to make sure it's locked behind you as you do so- the sound of Chans struggling voice is sitting at the forefront of your mind and you know that whatever is bothering him needs to be your priority, panic building since he hung up abruptly.

"Chan?! Baby where are you?"

You're just about screaming now, out of breath as you sprint up the stairs two at a time, trying to cover as much ground as you can- praying nothing sinsiter finds you before you find him.

Chan can hear you, clear as day but his limbs have resumed a jelly like state. Unable to shout back he lays motionless- post nut paralysis robbing him of his physical abilities.

"CHAN?", you’re getting louder as you travel down the hallway to the master bedroom. Doors slamming into walls as you do so, making Chan wince- if he could.

You should have guessed he'd be in the last room you checked, instincts forgot in a blinding moment of anxiety. Aggressively swinging the final door open, you’re offered a brief moment of calm- his figure slouched in a haphazard manner before your eyes.

Rushing over to his bedside, you place the back of your hand on his forehead- the other palm down over his heart. He's clammy. Hearth thumming erratically against his ribs.

"What is it are you okay? Are you hurt? Can you move? Do yo-", your onslaught is stopped when you register his hand moving in your peripheral vision, limp wrist raising just enough to gesture towards the culprit- lay in a mocking manner after having brought a man to his knees in an instant.

a small 'oh' is all that leaves your lips as you put two and two together, eyes travelling to Chans crotch where you see the evidence of his fun.

"OH" you all but yelp, eyes drifting to meet his face.

"That thing…" he starts, eyes still squeezed shut, ”…that thing is lethal".

Oogling him, your brain becomes hazy at the sight infront of you- he’s absolutely fucked out. Senses fried from a severe serving of stimulation in a matter of minutes.

"hmph- can you stop staring like that and just laugh if your going to", Chan whines.

Your eyes refocus at the sound of him, mouth hanging open as you formulate a response in your head. He's still fully clothed but the flush across his face is nothing short of intoxicating- ears red in shame.

Not trusting your voice, you clear your throat before you speak up.

"Channie..., naughty boy-" words flowing like a carol as you taunt him, "did you get yourself off with my toy?"

He whimpers, an audible response to your interrogation- big brown eyes wet and full of uncertainty.

Chan nods, wholey uncertain as to why he’s so keen on shrivelling before your stare right now and tentatively shifts his legs into a comfier position- a grimace crossing his face as the stickiness lining his boxers slides across the head of his cock.

"How did it feel? it's good isn't it?"

His hips stutter. A flutter of aurosal in his stomach as he imagines you using it on your own sex- head collecting your slick, traces probably still evident on the silicon if he had bothered to check beforehand.

"fuck-" he sighs under his breath, "yeah, yeah it is"

"want me to show you how good?"

He nods instantly, head lolling back and adams apple bobbing when he realises exactly what he's agreeing to.

"I need more than that Chan, need to hear you say it"

Head rolling to face you, he looks you dead in the eye, "Ruin me, please baby- fuck, make me cum".

You reach out a hand to cup his cheek, his lips planting a kiss on your inner wrist as you do- an unspoken agreement between the pair of you that this is what he wants.

"hmm, we're gonna enjoy this"

Straighting up from your crouched position by Chan’s side, you crawl onto the bed- a knee firmly planted on either side of his legs, weight resting on the thick of his thighs. From this view you can see the dark spot on his pants. Sheer volume allowing his excitement it to seep through the heavy material.

You tentatively reach out- one lone fingertip hovering over him, idly outling the damp patch and making his chest rumble- eyes flickering up to observe him, you apply more pressure, dragging back and forth a handfull of times until you withdraw your hand entirely to land a couple of successive pats to his hip bone.

"how about we get these off?"

Chan shows his agreement, lifting his hips to allow you to awkwardly scooch his pants down to his knees.

"Not the ideal day to wear jeans baby", you comment with a giggle.

Chan’s head slumps backward once more, a sigh of relief escaping due to his cock being removed from its denim prison. Smoothing your hands up and down the muscle of his upper thighs, your thumbs dip beyond the junction where they meet- tickling at his expectant nerves and making him shuffle beneath you.

He's not entirely hard anymore but some light teasings will do the trick- grasping him in your hand, you deliver a few shy pumps before gathering his previous spillage to use as lubricant.

Chan can't help but ball his hands into fists at the contact, still slightly sensitive from his orgasm but gagging for another. Reaching to the side you retrieve the vibrator he had discarded.

"Ready?".

Gulping down a mouthful of nervous saliva, he offers you a response- "yeah, yes please".

"y'know-“ you start, finding humour in the question thats about to follow when the toy buzzes to life, "you can change the speed of these pretty easy?"

His eyes bug out of his head. Realisation hitting that he just busted the quickest in his life when he didn't even have to.

"Ah, it's okay Channie we all learn something the hard way"

You barely give him time to think before you make contact- fat head of the toy dancing across his slit in a way that forces his hips to thrust upward, vibrator following him up and back down. You figured he would react that way, free hand lowering to massage his balls.

Keeping him in the palm of your hand, literally, you can feel as he tightens- skin pulling taunt across his entire being when another orgasm dares rear its head. You pull away right at the cusp of another load, a guttural noise of disappointment bellowing from the pits of his stomach.

"ahhh- baby please, please just let me cum'.

"Sorry my love, you’re just too tempting right now. I’ll let you this time, yeah?"

Placing the toy adjacent to his cock, Chan can feel the dull vibrations up and down his length- a strong sensation tickling the far end of his shaft as you begin pumping the two simultaneously.

It doesnt take long for him to start writhing below you again, chanting out in broken plea's as his dick starts bouncing in your hand. You pull away again.

"FUCK!"- this time he growls, teeth bared as they clench together.

You've never seen him look so animalistic, especially not in the bedroom- especially not when he's below you.

It’s intoxicating, the control over his release right now but a small part of you is genuinely worried about his teeth shattering into shards.

Faking a pout as you jut out your lower lip in his direction, you offer a half hearted apology- "sorry baby, but you look so hot right now it would be criminal to not tease you"

Chan raises himself onto his elbows. Suddenly making you aware of his completely clothed upper half and so you reach forward, taking the zipper between two fingers and dragging it down the span of his torso- delighted by the lack of layers beneath as his smooth skin greets you inch by inch.

"that was just for me, wanna see you tense".

Chan huffs, one breath coming out in an off beat rhythm of stuttered air.

"I am begging can you please, please please for the sake of everything just make me cum!"

A smile graces your lips as you lean foward to kiss him slowly.

"Well… because as you asked so nice, sure thing", giving him one last peck as you pull away- he chases you as you go.

This time when you place the vibrator to him, you circle the head of his cock painfully lazily. No change in your pace as you drag him closer and closer to what he wants.

His hips are rocking desperately with you now- up and down in tandem with your circular motions to experience pleasure from every angle he possibly can. He shudders. A violent shake of his shoulders as goosebumps decorated the surface of his skin.

"yeah, y-eah angel. Just like that." He encourages you, trying to get some semblance of control in a situation he's not in charge of.

Chans rising further off the bed now, becoming sloppy like he does everytime he fucks you and you clench at the memory- zoning out momenterially before his sweet noises bring you straight back.

He's chanting like a madman. Every muscle in his body pulled taunt, toes curling painfuly as he grasps at nothing- but it's no good.

He cums, thick and fast, with the majority of it landing in the dips of his stomach- the rest spattering across your face.

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[reidsdimples]

Confetti 🎉

Spencer Reid x bau!Reader

Just cute 💝

“It’s not too much! How could it be too much?!” Penelope exclaims as she tosses confetti onto and around Spence’s desk.

You frown, especially because she picked the tiny confetti that finds its way into everything. Spencer will hate it.

“You just wanna torture him,” you shake your head and grin.

“You remember that time he filled my office drawer with those spring loaded snakes? Nearly gave me a heart attack! He gets what he deserves in the form of too much confetti love,” she quips as she dumps the smaller confetti into his drawer.

“Baby girl, you have your own office. We’ll never hear the end of what you’re doing to the kid,” Derek cuts in and drapes an arm over her shoulder.

“Shh! He’ll be here any minute!” Penelope says.

“Lights out, he’s in the elevator,” Hotch says more stoically.

The surprise party probably could have happened anywhere. But he would be least expecting it in the bullpen and as a result of a late night text from Hotch.

You crouch down and fiver nervously with the horn noise maker thing. Emily drags JJ behind a desk as the elevator dings open.

Spence pauses before opening the glass door, suspicion painted over his soft features. He glances through the glass briefly, furrows his eyebrows like he does when he’s thinking, and sighs.

“He’s suspicious,” you whisper to Penelope who swats your arm.

Just then Rossi exits the elevator. Your saving grace and plan B in case he decided to back out.

“I wonder what Hotch has for us,” he smiles knowingly at Spence before ushering him through the glass door. You can tell he so wanted to back out.

“SURPRISE!” The team jumps out with a roar of noise makers and clapping.

“Happy birthday Spence!”

“Happy birthday kid!”

An onslaught of attention is turned towards him and he sweetly smiles and takes it all in.

“Wow I didn’t expect this,” he lies. “Thanks everyone!”

“Happy birthday, you,” you nudge him sweetly. His face lights up when you talk to him, causing your heart to flutter.

You’re starting to think this crush isn’t just one sided. You hope, anyway.

Spencer kind of took you under his wing when you arrived at the BAU six months ago.

“It’s everywhere!” Spencer exclaimes upon inspecting his desk and drawers.

The team collectively points at Penelope who smiles wide with pride.

“That’ll teach you to put spring loaded critters in my desk!” She teases.

Spencer bites his lip and nods in a touchè manner and you find yourself smiling almost too hard. His cheeks are reddened and it always so cute.

Pizza is delivered and cake is cut while everyone socializes. You see that Spence occasionally turns his attention to picking confetti off of his desk, it seems to really bother him.

While he and JJ converse with Rossi, you decide to start emptying his drawers so you can dump the confetti out. It doesn’t take very long, mostly folders and a few fidget toys are scattered within them.

You’re dumping out the second drawer when he appears.

“What are you doing?” He asks and sits on the edge of the desk.

“It seemed to really bother you,” you answer as you tried the contents of his drawer.

“I’m pushing the meeting to ten am tomorrow, go home and get some sleep!” Hotch instructs the team abruptly. It was one am so there was a collective sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” Spence smiles. “I can do the rest tomorrow.”

“No it’s okay, I don’t mind,” you insist. “Go home and get some sleep. It won’t take long.”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N,” Emily hugs you and then JJ.

“See you guys!” You wave them off.

Hotch, Rossi, Morgan, and Penelope leave in tandem. Penelope offered to help you clean the confetti but you told her to go home, she had already decorated the entire office. You could clean it up.

“Shouldn’t you be going,” you point to the elevator closing on the rest of the team.

“No I’m going to help. You can’t get rid of me so don’t even try,” Spence teases you playfully.

You huff a small laugh, smiling to yourself as you shake your head. He’s so cute.

“Huh?” Spence says suddenly. Wait, did I murmur something?

“What?” You turn to him, flustered.

“I swear you said ‘so cute,’” he tilts his head as he pops a balloon in his hand. You jump at the sound.

“I- uh- no,” you stammer. Your cheeks heat which is a dead give away.

“You’re stuttering, your breathing increased, your face is red… you’re lying,” he seems amused.

“I didn’t mean to say that!” You slap his arm with an embarrassed smile. You rush past him back to his desk to keep cleaning.

The next few minutes drag on awkwardly, neither of you knowing what to say next. Spence seemingly having little experience in the flirting department.

“Okay fine, I thought it was cute that you insisted on staying and helping despite the mess driving you crazy,” you cross your arms and lean against the wall.

You watch him closely as he turns his head toward you from where he’s leaning over his desk. His long hair and sharp jaw line causes your heart to skip a beat. His brown eyes meet yours as he articulates what exactly he’s going to say.

“You think I’m cute?” He asks, standing to his full height with all of his attention on you. No I think you’re fucking drop dead sexy but sure cute works. A small grin plays in his lips as he awaits your response.

“It’s a crush, really a small crush. And I’m sorry. It’s so inappropriate. I shouldn’t have said anything,” you ramble off and turn away from him.

Something about admitting this makes him intimidating. Especially because he’s walking towards you, fixated and silent. The gears turning in his big giant brain and you have no idea what he’s thinking.

“I like you too,” his voice comes out hoarse, a near whisper and he’s right behind you.

You turn back towards him as he pushes his hair back, he swallows hard, his face and neck now colored pink.

He’s nervous, disheveled, adorable.

You push yourself up on your tiptoes and kiss him quickly, just a small kiss. It shocks him, his eyes widening. His tongue runs across his bottom lip and then he’s grabbing your face in his hands.

He kisses you softly, sweetly. Your hands run down his arms and tangle into his shirt. You’re against the wall and his kissing you slowly, as though to take in and taste you completely. His soft lips taste better than you could have imagined as you push your tongue out to find his.

Shit.

The moment goes on in perfect passionate kissing and touching. His hands find your waist, your hips, your lower back, and your body comes alive for him. Small breathy sounds escape as you both fight for air and dominance in the kiss.

Finally you break it, pulling back and looking up at him. His lips are slightly swollen now, his pupils blown wide, and his hair messy from your hands.

“Happy Birthday, Dr. Reid,” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again.

#mgg #spencer reid #criminal minds #mgg pics #spencer reid one shots #dr reid #spicy spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #matthew gray gubler #spencer reid x bau!reader

[samarecharm]

Love being able to write. I can do whatever i want. I can make Ryuji interact w Lala-chan and u literally cant stop me.

#chattin #i feel like shinjuku and crossroads doesnt get enough love #ohya and lala dont get enough love 😭 #if they had an option to work there as a parttimer some how my akira wouldve absolutely taken it #u never see the place packed or w customers at all; it just feels cozy every time u go there #akira doesnt have a lot of places free from prying eyes; so id imagine he goes there often to just hang and study #catch up w ohya and get a bit of knowledge and validation from lala #like shes so sweet. i love her. she comes across as wise without being unapproachable #she makes comments she shouldnt (talking about ohyas job and history) bc she just forgot that she shouldnt lol #adamant about not letting him drink while hes there. its like. a safe space for him. #and i think hed like to invite his friends into his safe space; esp ryuji #gets to a point where even ryuji stops by on his own sometimes. #hes got questions but hes always in his head; never says it out loud #but it leads him in the right direction almost all the time #im thinkin of him having like. the most base level internalized homophobia and transphobia #like the kind of shit you just pick up as a child and teen and never question #and u kinda make fun of it bc everyone else is. but akira stumbles into his life and makes it so confusing #like. i dont think hed be trans. but akira would make him second guess alot about himself #about what he likes. what hes into. what hes okay w doing w someone like akira #and lala is like. u got that look in ur eyes kid. come sit. #doesnt entirely get it. but he feels a little lighter. not on labels but on his feelings #‘kid. u think of the ideal person and u think of him. at that point; it dont matter what bits he got.’ #and its blunt and MAYBE it gets him a little flustered. but hes always responded well to blunt words. no beating around the bush #makes his brain confront shit head on without the second guessing hed suffer through when left on his own #WAA. rambling. #gonna see if i can draft this up at some point

[cheriladycl01]

Fast Cars on the Island - Oscar Piastri x LoveIslandContestant! Reader Part 3

Plot: Your an engineer for Mclaren and you were asked as a PR stunt to go onto Love Island. You would keep your job of course but Mclaren wanted some more media traction.

A/N: I know they would never do this, and that's why its fiction!

Credits to brawn-gp for the GIF

Ian Stirling Intro:

"And its a bright and sunny morning here in Love Island, birds are chirping, the skies are blue... and there's one eager islander already looking at the view - OH! Look at that I'm rhyming" the voice says as it shows the different camera angles in the bedroom until it settles on your bed, showing that only Charlie is in it.

"Seems like our engineer, is an early bird herself... and is cooking the others a nice breakfast. Are we sure she's not part of the McLaren Catering because that looks delicious!" Ian exclaims as it pans to you laying out the scrambled eggs.

"Time to wake up those other islanders!" he says and the footage pans back to the bedroom where the lights turn on and everyone is woken up.

The First Morning:

You waited as all the other islanders come down and you smile as they enter.

"Babes? Whats this?" Auriela asks looking at the stuff you'd cooked and laid out for breakfast.

"I'm an early riser because of my job, so I just thought I'd make a start on breakfast for us!" you smile as they all cheer happily. Charlie comes up behind you, holding your waist before kissing your cheek.

"Thanks sweetheart!" he grins taking a seat next to you and taking an slice of mango from the fruit platter you'd cut up.

"Thank you" Aaron says softly and you smile at him.

You guys spend the morning chatting, exploring the villa, sunbathing, working out and swimming around. It wasn't until about 11.30 that Chris got a text come though.

"I GOT A TEXT!" he shouts from over in the gym and everyone starts gasping, the boys who were in the gym with him - Charlie and Jai start to jump on him excitedly slapping his back acting like little school kids.

"Read it out!" Millie shouts from next to you and Aaron in the pool.

"Islanders, it's time to get to know each other more in todays Challenge 'Kiss and Pie' your positions are fighting for the choice at the next coupling up" Chris reads out and you all look around in shock before getting ready to go to the challenge.

Lando and Oscar:

They boys were watching gearing up for episode 2.

But it was hard, Oscar was struggling seeing you cooking in the bikini and in the gym with the boys and then swimming around with Aaron it was killing him, but when the challenge came around he didn't know what hit him.

The Challenge:

The way the challenge basically worked was a fact about an islander was said out loud and the person who chose it had to kiss the person they thought it was about and then shove pie in the person you thought least likely. Pie being literally whipped cream.

"Okay, who has broken up with their boyfriend of 5 years after he proposed to her..." Chris says in shock before all the boys huddle round and start discussing.

He goes up, kissing Zavi making her blush a little.

"I'm so-so sorry Y/N!" he cringes before shoving the plate of whipped cream in your face, it falling down in between your cleavage.

"CHRIS!" you exclaim and look at him while wiping the excess cream off your face.

"Sorry... but all the boys agreed your marriage material..." he shurgs before running back off to the boys group.

"Okay, who has had three girlfriends at the same time... oooooo you WHAT?" Millie reads out in shock before coming over to the other girls.

"Who do we think it is?" Millie asks.

"It's got to be Charlie?" Auriela exclaims.

"I agree!" Zavi laughs and Millie walks over kissing Charlie full force making you just laugh. It wasn't like you were threatened anyway. She then goes to put the cream in Aaron's face, he was clearly the most loyal in the villa right now.

"Okay, who owns a Mclaren...!" Aaron reads out and before he can even discuss it with the boys he's walking up to you and kissing you. Both of his hands were on either side of your face tilting it to the side to kiss deeper. It was a really really nice kiss despite you both being covered in cream from the last two rounds.

He grabs the plate of cream before lightly smacking it on Auriela's face.

"YOU OWN A MCLAREN?" Daniel shouts looking over at you and you nod.

"I work for them, in a way!" you grin and all the boys look impressed with this new found information.

The games continue, more getting unleashed as you have a kiss with Daniel and another one with Aaron.

It was a fun afternoon but the sun was starting to set and you guys were due to go back to the villa.

Lando and Oscar:

Oscar's eyes were glued to you, he was having the most perverted thoughts about you and honesty he hated it. He was now sat in Lando's hotel room with a blanket around him and a pillow covering his lower half.

"Mate, you are drooling!" Lando laughs looking over at his friend.

"No... I'm not!" he cries looking over at his friend.

"Yes, you so are! My god, I saw you leaning in when you watched them kiss!" Lando grins looking over at his friend who sits back awkwardly.

"Come on dude. It's fine to admit you have the hots for her!" Lando exclaims and Oscar blushes a beetroot red.

"Fuck off man!" he groans holding the pillow down a little tighter to his body.

"Dude come on, maybe you should go in there and claim your girl... she's getting close to Aaron!" Lando jokes, and misses the look in Oscar's eyes as he watches you and Aaron kiss again, and he cant help but want it to be him.

Back in the Villa:

All the girls had gotten ready and were looking super cute, they were currently sat round the firepit with a glass a wine talking about their day out.

"God, I already miss home. And the job!" you groan looking between all the girls and their heads snapped up in shock.

"WHAT?" they cry out looking up, you'd all only been here two days... how on earth were you missing home already.

"I just... it's nothing!" you giggle.

Just then someone's phone pings ... it's Zavi's.

"I got a TEXT!" she exclaims and you all look at her.

All the boys come rushing over to the firepit to hear what it is.

"Islanders, please get ready to welcome your two new islanders!"

...

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[hockeyboistrash]

i miss you when i'm gone | a.s

this happens before wearing blue in a sea of yellow but could also be read on its own.

"Yo, Arty! You joining us tonight?" Brock asked, spotting his teammate in the hallway as he left the locker room, not noticing that Arturs was on the phone. The team were on a high having just won their game against Arizona and decided to head out for some drinks before heading to California to end their road trip.

"Can't tonight, sorry guys." Arturs apologised. While he wanted to go out with his new teammates he also didn't want to ruin the plans the two of you made. Dinner and a movie over facetime. It was a way to spend time together while Arturs was away for games. He wanted to spend as much time with you as he could before he went back home to Latvia and you were on opposite timezones. This would be your first break since you started dating and he admittedly was nervous, having no idea whether your relationship would survive the distance.

The guys said goodbye to Arturs, letting him know where they were going if he changed his mind. After you knew he was alone again you spoke up. "You should join them."

"But we've got plans." Arturs said, like it was the most obvious thing. You loved that he didn't want to bail on you but you wanted him to go and have fun with the team. Being the newest member, having been called up from the AHL, he wasn't super close with anyone so going out would allow him to get to know everyone off the ice. You also wanted to try and finish your college work tonight as you could go to the next home game if you did.

"It's dinner and a movie over facetime. We can do it tomorrow night." You assured him. "Besides, I'm on a roll with my college work and if I finish it tonight you can have me for me the whole weekend. You'll be begging to be back on the road." You joked, eliciting a laugh out of Arturs.

"I would never. I miss you when I'm gone." He admitted after the laughter died down, a red tint creeping on his cheek which he was glad you couldn't see as he would be more embarrassed. He didn't mean for those words to spill out.

"I miss you too." You said after what felt like minutes of silence to Arturs, his spiraling thoughts quietening. You miss how his arms wrap around you as you laid on his chest in your bed that's slightly too small for him. You miss making breakfast together in the morning after spending the night together. You were certainly going to miss him when he goes back home for the summer but you knew that he would be happy spending time with his family. That was the only thing that would get you through those long months, knowing your boyfriend was happy.

"Are you sure you're okay with me going out?" Arturs asked, wanting to make sure.

"I wouldn't have suggested if I wasn't okay with it." You told him. "Now go before everyone is two drinks down."

"I'll call you later." Arturs promised. You said your goodbyes before hanging up.

-x-

It wasn't long before your phone lit up with a text from Arturs, asking how your college work was going. You grinned picking up your phone, taking a photo of your current position, wrapped in a blanket with your laptop screen lighting your face.

"Who's got you smiling?" Connor asked, noticing the smile on the goalies face as he brought over the next round of drinks. He could tell it wasn't a what but rather a who, having seen the smile numerous times on the roadie.

Arturs felt the heat creeping up his cheeks. Everyone was paying attention now, waiting expectantly for his answer. He didn't know how, or if, he could get out of this question. "My girlfriend." He finally admitted, it coming out more like a mumble but everyone at the table heard him.

Questions were flying at Arturs and he tried to answer every question. He told them how long you have been dating, that you're in college, and how you met. They were happy that there was someone in their teammates life who made him smile like that.

"Well, they sound like an amazing person." JT said after the questions died down. "We can't wait to meet them."

The conversation moved on and Arturs found himself enjoying the night. It was nice hanging out with the guys outside of rink. There was no pressure.

He slipped out of the booth and went outside when he saw your face flash up on his phone. "Hey." Arturs grinned when your voice floated through the speakers. "Sounds like you're having fun if you're still out." You were calling it a night, wrapped up in bed as sleep was plaguing you, while your boyfriend was wide awake.

"Yeah its been good." Arturs told you. "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me Art. I'm glad you're having a good time." And you were. You knew how much of a struggle it has been being called up from the AHL so you were glad he could relax a bit, even if it is for one night.

"I wish you were here." Arturs said after a moment. Maybe it was the couple of drinks he had that was making him brave, telling you what he was thinking. "And I wish you could come with me this summer."

The whole thing was unspoken between you until now. You knew he was going to go back to Latvia for a couple of months, spending time with his family, but you chose to avoid thinking about it. Because not thinking about meant it wasn't real. But it was real and Artus had basically asked you to come with him. This was a new step in your relationship. One that you wanted to take.

"I've still got exams but I'm sure I could take a week or two out." You told him and his face lit up, not that you could see it. The two of you spoke about your upcoming trip. With each story and place to go Arturs told you about his smile grew. It was then, even with 1,554 miles separating you, that you loved this man and you couldn't imagine your life without him.

#arturs silovs #arturs silvos imagine #vancouver canucks #vancouver canucks imagine #canucks #nhl #nhl imagine

[deltaharrington]

SHARING IS CARING

PAIRING: Boyfriend!Bokuto Koutaro x Fem!Reader x Hinata Shoyo

SUMMARY: Bokuto’s close friend, and teammate, Hinata is inexperienced when it comes to women, so Bokuto decides to share his girlfriend as practice…

WARNINGS: NSFW content, MINORS DNI, sexual content, kinda poly?, group mastrubation, etc. Timeskip Bokuto and Hinata (THEY ARE CONSENTING ADULTS)

Dating a professional volleyball player came with its ups and downs.

Bokuto was the perfect boyfriend by all means, but that didn’t distract from the fact that he had to travel a lot, and with your work schedule, you couldn’t always make it to games.

As much as he loved seeing you at his games, Ko understood that you wanted to work. (Even though he’d argued plenty that his own income was enough for you both).

At times when you were separated, he’d have more time with the MSBY team.

Especially Hinata.

It was no surprise that his star pupil had grown since high school. He was taller, more experienced, and a complete catch.

So when the ginger expressed that he hadn’t had any luck with woman, Ko was shocked.

“I’ve never even touched a woman, Bokuto-san!” The ginger whined in the locker room after a game. All of the other boys had left, and the pair always went back to the hotel together.

“I feel like….I don’t know how” He added and Bokuto raised a brow at the revelation. “Like..you! I see the damn scratch marks Y/N gives you, so you must be doing something right” Hinata said, his cheeks flushing a bit.

“Are you saying I’m good in bed. Shoyo?” Bokuto teased and the ginger groaned and huffed, shaking his head a bit.

“Can you teach me? Or…tell me how you do it?” Hinata asked “I can flirt and get girls just fine, but when we go to have sex- I don’t think I know how to please them enough”

Bokuto understood that better than anyone. When you two first began dating, he was more than inexperienced and he was terrified he wasn’t doing anything right.

It took practice, and soon enough, you were putty beneath Bokuto when you had sex. He was an absolute God in bed.

If only he had someone to teach him.

“I have a proposition for you, Hinata” Bokuto said before he sat next to the ginger on the locker room bench. “If Y/N is okay with it, I’ll let you borrow her for practice” He said.

Hinata nearly gaped at the offer. “Bokuto- I couldn’t do that! She’s your girlfriend!”

“Sure you can my man! I’m completely okay with it, if it’ll boost your confidence.” Bo said “And Y/N is good at this stuff! She helped me!” He said.

So it was settled. Now to get your permission.

“You want me to what?”

“I want you to let Hinata fuck you, he needs the practice” Kotarou said like it was nothing.

“I- what made you think of this?” You asked, shocked.

You’d just been lounging on the couch with Bokuto when he brought the topic up. He’d just gotten home and you were spending as much time together as you could before he had to leave again.

“He was stressing about pleasing women, and I was like that when I met you” Bokuto explained. Oh. So he felt bad for him.

“I…I guess I wouldn’t be opposed to it” You mumbled and he smiled. “Only if you’re there” You added and he nodded with a stern look on his face.

“I have to guide him- I’m not sending him in blind” Bokuto said “And besides, you are mine after all” He added and you rolled your eyes playfully.

The idea had your mind racing with not-so-pure thoughts. Having two big guys pleasing you? Oh god. You hoped you wouldn’t regret this…

“How’s next week sound, pretty girl?” Ko said and you nodded your head, the nerves in your stomach swirling at the mere thought of showing your boyfriend’s best friend how to fuck properly.

The night of the…uh act? You didn’t know what to call it, but it came quickly. Bokuto planned on bringing Hinata over for dinner and then afterwards “the fun would happen”, as your boyfriend put it.

He requested that you wore his favorite set, as he planned on getting in on the action too. He wasn’t fond of being left out, especially not by Hinata.

The poor ginger boy was a blushing mess when he arrived at your apartment, and you tried to calm him down with small talk, but that only seemed to heighten his nerves.

“Hey, Hinata” You spoke as he picked at his dinner, his cheeks properly flushed and his hands shaking like a leaf. Poor guy.

“No need to be nervous, think of this like volleyball practice” You said and he began to lighten up after that. Thank the Gods.

Once dinner was over and everything was cleaned up, Bokuto led you both to the bedroom, having Hinata sit in the chair near your bed so he could watch first.

Bokuto stood looming over you with a hungry look in his eyes. Your cheeks heated up at this, glancing to Hinata to see nearly the same look in his eyes.

Oh fuck.

“The first thing you have to nail is the way you kiss someone…like this” Bokuto said and moved to you, gently cupping your cheek before leaning down, pressing his lips to yours. You almost immediately moaned into his mouth just by the mere passion in his actions, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Hinata watched intensely as you two made out, watching as Bokuto’s hands trailed to your waist and slipped under your shirt, gently squeezing at your plush hips.

Hinata was nearly a mess just watching something this intimate up close.

Bokuto pulled away, a small string of saliva connecting your mouths. A sheepish smile crossed your features he smiled. “Now she’s shy…” He teased before waving Hinata over.

Shoyo stood and made his way to you like he was a magnet, his eyes glued to yours.

“Your turn” Bokuto said and Hinata did as told. He gently cupped your cheek, tilting your head up to look at him before his lips met yours.

A gasp emitted from you as Hinata pulled your body flush to his, his large hand slipping under your shirt and traveling up your back.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth and your hands caught in his hair, gently tugging at the shorter strands near the nape of his neck, earning a grunt in response from him.

When Hinata pulled away, the same string of saliva held you together like with Bokuto.

“H-How was that?” He asked and scratched the back of his neck.

“Hinata..you were perfect, you did exactly what Bokuto would have” You said and your boyfriend smiled wide.

“See? You’ve got this ginger!” Bokuto said and gave you a smirk, moving to stand behind you.

“Stay in front of her” Your boyfriend ordered and Shoyo nodded his head. “Now, let’s get these off, hm?” He said and gently raised your shirt over your head, revealing the, nearly see through, bra you were wearing. He did the same with you pants, leaving you in your matching panties.

Hinata was a blushing mess “You’re so beautiful” He muttered and you blushed a bit.

Bokuto gently wrapped his arms around you from behind and you leaned into him. His hands trailed up and began to grope at your tits, emitting a small whine from you.

“She’s super sensitive, which means she’s very vocal…she’ll tell you if she doesn’t like something” Bokuto said and Hinata nodded his head profusely.

Bokuto’s right hand slid down your front and then into your panties, making your cheeks flush.

His middle finger found your clit and he began circling at a fast pace, causing you to throw your head back and let out a loud moan.

This lasted a bit, and Hinata was watching as you nearly fell apart in Bokuto’s arms.

“I like to play with her a bit, mark her up, bring her right to the edge…” Bo said right as you were close to cumming. He then stopped his movements, earning a pout from you.

“We’ve gotta let Hinata in on the action too, sweetheart” Bokuto said and you nodded “He can make you cum”

Hinata and Bokuto switched positions and you expected Hinata to have some trouble finding your clit, but he found it almost immediately, and he absolutely went crazy, his middle finger moving in circles at an ungodly pace.

“Hinata! Shit- that feels so good!” You cried out. His left arm supported your body weight as you leaned into him, loud and unpredictable moans leaving your throat.

“Fuck! Can I cum?” You asked and Hinata looked to Bokuto, who shrugged.

“It’s up to you Hinata” The man said and Hinata smirked a bit.

“Mm not yet, hold on a bit longer for me” The ginger cooed and you cried out in desperation.

“Please! Shoyo!” You begged and he hummed in confirmation before you came, your body shaking. Hinata held you up and helped you ride through the orgasm. He was good at this.

“Now give her some praise…she likes that” Bokuto said and Hinata nodded.

“You did so good for me” He whispers and pressed kisses to your cheeks and neck from behind you. “Good girl” He added and your cheeks flushed a deep red.

“Is….is that all?” Hinata asked and Bokuto raised a brow.

“Oh, we’re just getting started”

PART 1 of 2

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[deliciousdefendorinternet]

Barb and Crimp are not Redeemed characters and its odd how their films gave them happy endings.

lets start with Barb for one she led armies attacking other Tribes destroying cities and imprisoning countless people all so she could get the strings.

and wipe out all other cultures deciding only her own should Remain and anyone who didn't conform to that culture would be turned into a brainwashed zombie. some people try and argue she has good intentions but frankly her intentions aren't all that good compared to everything she did and this wasn't even a problem in the first place its not like all the Tribes were at war or anything.

they were fine living separately so combining the Tribes is a nice idea but going to these extremes is not excusable in any sense given there was no legit reason for her to take such extreme action. and in the end she gets beaten she doesn't have a last minute change of heart and decide to do the Right thing ( tho to be clear this wouldn't mean it would suddenly be okay for her to face no consequences one posotive I'll say about Veneer's arc in TBT is that he was still held accountable in the end despite having a last minute change of heart because Redemption doesn't mean someone gets let off scott free if anything it means the opposite )

and after her defeat Barb is instantly forgiven for no legit reason like I know story wise you could argue its because she's queen and they don't want more conflict with the Rock Tribe. but from a basic story point of view its wrong especially for a kids film Barb isn't only let off scott free but Poppy light heartedly befriends her. and makes it clear there's no ill will so yeah showing a film where a villain who causes this level of destruction simply because they believe they are right is let off scott free is not very satisfying story telling imo.

and its bad in a kids film Teaching lack of consequences and accountability for your actions no matter how bad.

like don't get me wrong I like Barb personality wise and that's deffo why a good chunk of the fandom don't have a problem with her being let off the Hook.

but obviously villains being likable doesn't mean they shouldn't face consequences loads of people love Velvet but most of her fans can accept that she deserved to go to prison at the end for kidnapping and torturing someone. and then there's Crimp she's less of a bad example but still an example she went along with kidnapping and torturing someone simply because she didn't want to lose her Job. she came and went as she pleased only being held against her will right at the end and just because her bosses were mean to her doesn't mean she isn't still a villain. the movie acts like this makes her a victim and someone who shouldn't be blamed for V and Vs crimes when frankly yes she should she was complicit. she turned a blind eye to someone's suffering because she didn't wanna lose her pay check she's just a cowardly Henchmen not an out and out victim.

and she should have still been held accountable in the end for being an accomplice.

and I'm sorry but to circle back to my guy Creek the morality of the movies is all over the place in this regards. the fact that the movies consider characters who actively chose to do evil things of their own free will as still redeemable and deserving of happy endings. even with no actual work put in to better themselves yet Creek the literal Hostage tortured and threatened into doing a bad thing was lumped in with the actual big bad villain in the end. and was seen as deserving of a gruesome comeuppance is frankly a Horrifying sense of morality and justice in my opinion.

yes he came back in the tv show but I'm only talking about the movie cannon.

and this way of thinking in Regards to what villains do and don't deserve to be Redeemed is Honesty arsed backwards. characters who do evil things because they decided that they should get to make choices that effect and change other Tribes filled with large populations of people simply because they think their culture is better than other people's. and characters who do evil things simply because they don't want to lose a Job no matter how much they may need it are infinitely worse.

than a character who simply gave in to the very human fear of not wanting to die horrifically and who was basically forced into the role of villain due to having literally no other option other than lie down and die. I love Trolls but man these movies have a terrible sense of morality and they do not do Redemption Arcs well. 😅😅😅😅

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls dreamworks #trolls 3 #trolls world tour #trolls barb #trolls crimp #trolls creek #trolls creek defence #trolls 2

[muchmossymess]

GUYS okay hear me out majoras mask boat boys au

I love legend of zelda I love boat boys this is like the ultimate combination of my interests you cannot understand the brainrot. Idk what to call it yet tho... majoras minecraft? Anyway prepare for an essay

OKAY so we have the Hero of Time, Etho, who stopped ganons plans before they started, and would be stuck in a child's body if not for the fact I think that'd be a lil weird for the more shippy aspects of this au that all the running through time aged his soul and his body followed suit (he's still got a young appearance, and the mask doesn't make him look older like he thinks). Same reason he has the scar over his eye (from the ganon fight); no matter how much the body may heal or rewind the mind will not forget.

Then navi (maybe bdubs?) left him, and he went with epona (maybe bdubs instead? (eponas a horse iydk)) and he sets out on a journey aka the beginning of mm:

Wandering through the woods on epona, gets jumped by skull kid. For those unaware, there is skull kid, a lonely lil sweetheart, and he wears the mask, an entity on its own. He also has two fairies, siblings tael and tatl.

So I was a little unsure about this for a while, but I think I've decided on grian for the skull kid and Jimmy for tael, grian bc watchers and Jimmy bc skull kid is not very nice to tael (bc of the mask) and like a listeners reference or smth blah blah blah

TATL. that's who's interesting. At the beginning she gets separated from her friends and becomes your companion. So naturally for this au she is our favourite joel smallishbeans. It works so well. Tatl is mean but cares, and that's joels dynamic with the bad boys and with etho, guys it's literally perfect idc what you say

I think it doesn't change much throughout like the story of the game, but just taking dialogue tatl says to link and its so perfect for a sassy joel to a "can't believe I'm dealing with this shit again" etho. Uh one thing different though; in hylian form etho doesn't have an ocarina but instead a mini marimba. Just because. I think it's cool, and for potential things later on.

Now, fairies in this au are just tiny glowing people shaped things with wings. The glow around them is their magic, and depending on emotions/energy the brightness changes (thats why they look like flying balls of light). Some fairies have the ability to make projections of themselves, more hylian sized in nature. This can be intimidation or distraction or w/e, but they cant do it for long periods of time bc its exhausting. These forms aren't physical. Just sized up light projections of their actual bodies.

So for a lot of their journey, joel is just a cute pocket sized ball of rage and sarcasm, who helps with ethos aim for fighting. Bc that's a game mechanic and also ethos like half blind. But like when joel calms down imagine him crawling into ethos hat and just dozing off. He can fit in the palm of your hand like guys it's so cute. But he is also capable of being worse than a mozzie

Oh probably a good point to put in what I imagine etho looks like. So it's typical link green (maybe a bit dampened?), weird pointy hat, short hair (white ofc), his shirt is more of a jacket with a fluffy cold weather collar, it's a bit too big for him but he knows he'll grow into it, he's all knobbly and thin (underfed a lil, boy was never taught how to care for himself beyond basic survival). His injured eye is red bc of ganon, and often gives him phantom pains. It can't be healed.

Anyway, at some point in their journey together, etho and joel learn a song that let's fairies have a larger physical form, no wings, sorta like the great fairies (who they learnt it from prolly). It isn't permanent, slowly draining ethos magic meter, the spell ends when you run out of magic. This is because I want them to actually be able to stand side by side or maybe hug, and also bc its hard to block a blow with your body when ur tennis ball sized.

Aaaaand, this ties back in with with marimba. What if ethos injured, or unconscious, and he obviously can't defend himself, so joel panics and plays the marimba in what he hopes is the right order to give himself a body. I imagine that being that small, you could not play an ocarina. And hey maybe joel carries etho away after that, and when the spell ends he has barely any light emitting from himself because he spent nearly all his magic (what he is made of) saving etho.

But this song isn't used much, because of its draining nature, and you can't really do any other magic things while it's going. So it's mostly just in the final fight (over and over) or tough moments or maybe joel wants to experience something like hoe hylians do. It's obviously inferior to how he experiences things as a fairy, of course, he's just curious thats all. He totally doesn't want etho to do it more.

Okay I think ill sorta stop here, I am NOT done, I will probably post some art I've done for this later lol, and I want help with who everyone else is (mumbo is the moon. You cannot stop me nor change my mind) with mcyts to npcs

#oh it feels so good to get this out of my system i have been sitting on this for MONTHS #apologies of it isnt SUPER coherent i never said i was eloquent and i was really just word vomitting my ideas onto the screen #if anyone had any questions or stuff to add i would cry /positive #yeah like yall are so good if you want to take your own spin on this or anything i would love to know so bad #i need to like scream from the rooftops #majoras minecraft au #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #jimmy solidarity #grian #ethoslab #etho #majoras mask #boat boys #smalletho #majoras mask au #trafficblr #moss' madness #i think thats all the tags...?

[cadaverousdecay]

I've been seeing a lot of vamipire stuff on tumblr recently (mostly from you lol) so could reccomend some "beginner" vampire media? because I'm geniunely out of the loop (never even seen Twilight) but I am very interested

Thanks in advance! :)

yay yay yay!!!!!! okay!!!

to start out id definitely say dracula 1931 is a nice starting point. (and the novel too, which is a lot different than the movie and is incredible. dracula daily just started may 3rd so its not too late to hop on that if youre interested) dracula is the most popular of any vampire character and he inspired countless aspects of the vampire as we know it. there are many great adaptations, but the 1931 version, while not completely faithful, is a classic and i would say is essential to any vampire lovers journey

then i neeeeeed to say the lost boys 1987. it is my favorite movie, its so fun, its about a family that moves to santa carla, california "the murder capital of the world" and gets tangled up in the affairs of vampires. i think it does well to introduce you to the world of vampires, its a great start, people who have zero knowledge of vampires can enjoy this movie

after that id say what we do in the shadows (2014) is a great one. its a mockumentary and does well to introduce u to a lot of vampiric concepts and different types of vampires. it builds up its world so wonderfully and its just really funny

then buffy the vampire slayer (the show) is great at introducing u to vampires and other creatures of the night, and is one of my favorite shows. its funny and can get serious when it needs to and brings up so many wonderful thoughts and ideas. and its fun to watch, every episode, even when not dealing with vampires, is very well written id say

i dont want to overwhelm u with vampire media so ill start out with these :) i have lots more that i love but i dont know ur exact taste. let me know what aspects of vampire media u vibe with and i can try to tailor a list of suggestions for u. if u lean more towards original gothic vampires or newer ones, horrifying or comedic, arthouse or cheesy gorefests etc etc.

and i think the most important thing to keep in mind when it comes to vampires is that they are VERY versatile creatures. there are vampires spanning every genre, representing things from illness to otherness to all the evils of the world, to misunderstood heroes. and the traits associated with vampires change from story to story. theres always more to learn about them and there are always new creative views on them. so dont stress about trying to pick up on everything there is to know about vampires. just have fun with it :)

hope u enjoy the suggestions!! i mostly suggested movies but if youd like any short story or song suggestions on vampires i also have those so let me know! i bid u welcome! enter freely and of your own will!

#thanks for the ask :) #vampires

[ms--lobotomy]

Not entirely sure what I'm doing. I need to write more Ferrus. Not used to writing from a non-reader POV but here we are. Hi!

Summary: Ferrus learns to comfort his partner.

Content Warnings: References to PTSD symptoms, I think I'm getting the hang of writing my babygirl so please bear with me,

Image Credit: @squishyowl

He was not made for tender moments. He was an instrument of war, and he knew it. He sighed as he fiddled with the warm metal in his silvery hands. He wasn't supposed to be in bed with you as you flipped through your book next to him. He glanced over. It was a work of fiction. He looked back at his own project. He gave the metal its shape with his bare hands; it could be a dagger in yours but it was more akin to a toothpick in his.

You shifted over, putting a carefully made origami bookmark in your book. Ferrus never considered himself one for conversation, but something in the way you shoved it to the side caught his attention.

"Are you going to bed?" he asked, barely looking away from the dagger in his hands.

"Dear, I'm already in bed," you replied with a shaky laugh.

Against everything he stood for, he let out a small chuckle. His chest rose and fell against the linen that covered his chest.

"Good night, darling," you said softly.

"Good night."

No matter how hard he tried to shake the feeling, he knew something was off. You weren't breathing like you normally did, your breaths were much shorter and more raggedy. Your hands gripped the linen sheets before they loosened and grabbed for another segment. He slowly stopped his work on the metal in his hands as he took a look at you, curling up in a ball.

Your voice would have been inaudible to all but a Primarch. "No, no, no..." he heard you whisper, clutching at the sheets. The faintest scent of salt hit him. "Someone, help..."

He set the metal aside, rolling over to face you. You were facing away from him, clutching the linens as tight as you could. You were shaking now. The smell of salt was much more prominent. He looked at you for a moment, tensing up before deciding what to say.

"Are you... in danger?" he asked.

He felt you tense up besides him before he heard a sniff. "I'm okay," you said, letting go of the sheets. He felt the smallest vibrations reverberate through the bed from your trembles. And the smell of salt was still in the air.

"You were asking for help," he continued. He looked down for a moment, pondering what to do next. He was a man made for the battlefield, not the side of a lover. What would he do if someone he cared for was asking for help on the battlefield?

"I can't leave you until you're safe," he said, a hand trailing to your side. You shuddered underneath him, but ultimately softened. "Can you tell me what I can do to help?"

"I don't know," you replied.

"Oh," Ferrus replied, running his hand along your side. He felt you shudder underneath him again. Oh no. What was he supposed to do now? He ran his hand through your hair, cold against your scalp.

"Can you face me?" he asked, his thumb trailing along your temple.

You turned over, your eyes a wet mess. A pained expression crossed your face, and your eyes briefly met his iron gray ones before you looked down. "I'm sorry..." you trailed off, a sob wracking your body. You shrunk back from him. "I know I should be stronger. For you."

Ferrus paused for a minute. Did his expectations for his armies wear off on his darling? His darling, who had never seen the horrors of the battlefield? "Do you think you need to be strong now?" he asked. He felt his arms trail to your sides again and pulled you against his chest, his hearts thumping against your ear.

He felt you melt against him, your hands grabbing for the cloth of his shirt. There were two wet stains beginning to form, but he barely noticed. His arms wrapped around you and he ran his hand up and down along your back.

"Ferrus..." you murmured, your voice muffled against him. Your raggedy breaths began to slow down, your shivering began to lessen.

"I don't know what's troubling you, but I've got you," he replied, pulling you up to rest his chin on the top of your head. You buried your head between his shoulder and neck, sobs wracking your body. His chest rose and fell against you, slowly and steadily.

"Thank you," you said. The two of you laid like this for a while, your breathing eventually evening out. He felt you asleep against him, your breath hot on his neck. He stayed awake longer, keeping watch over you before he too was enveloped by the comfortable, frivolous darkness.

#warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #ferrus manus x reader #reader insert #ferrus manus #warhammer lobotomy

[alexa-fika]

hii!! i love all your writings btw im giggling to all of it (i've read the x child!readers its so cute help)

i was wondering if you could make whitebeard pirates x child! with mist df reader that is moody oorrr that kind of child who likes to play pranks. if you could make it use they/them?? thank youu!

Naughty Bratty (Whitebeard pirates x gn!child!reader)

A/N: HERE WE GOOOO I COOKED, once again most part of this is based on interactions either my own students, so I hope you guys liked it, decided to combine these two requests since they are of the same nature and also it made the creation of this the more easier and also slightly longer ✊🏽

Reader here is replaced by dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“Dokucha Thatch is almost done with lunch; we’re gonna head down to the mess hall, so you need to put your stuff away before we do,” Izou called

“No!” They screamed, kicking their feet

“We can play with them later; right now, we must go to the mess hall and get lunch before food is gone.”

“I don’t want to!”

“That is quite alright, but do know that you won’t get to play with these then,” he said, gesturing to the building blocks in their hands

“Noo!” They cried

“Then pick them up,” he repeated

The small child scowled but obliged, grabbing the blocks from the ground and putting them in the small basket they originally were in

“Thank you”

“Hmph”

He sighed, shaking his head as he followed after the child towards the mess hall, following after them as they grabbed their food

“Dokucha, don’t hold it like that; you will spill it all over,” Thatch called out to the child as they balanced the bowl of food in one of their hands

“I don’t care”

“Well, I do because it’s my kitchen and my responsibility,” he snapped back

They grin at him, smacking the bowl to the floor, laughing gleefully

“Okay, that’s it, you’re done.” He stated, walking towards here

They stick their tongue out at him, turning their body into mist and making a quick exit out of the mess hall and into the deck where they glided over the ship, close enough to remain between the huge sails but high enough to where the crew could not reach them

“Dokucha come down.”

“Nope!” They laughed, accentuating the p as they twirled around in the air

“Dokucha, if we have to come get you, you won’t like what’s going to happen,” Ace called, having followed after the commotion in the mess hall

“Ha! Ha! Can’t catch me!” They mocked the two, pulling at their eye and sticking out their tongue out at them

“No, but I Can,” a voice piped in behind them as a force brought them to the ground

Once they had gathered their thoughts together, they glanced around them, noticing the talons caging them, following them up to the owner only to meet up with the disappointed look of their brother in his hybrid form

They frowned, turning their body into mist once again only to find themselves unable to, noticing how their brother had gotten ahead of them and covered the talons in haki to keep them solid

“Let me go!” They screamed, punching at the talons, trying to slip free from their confinement

“No, can do; you are done for today; we are not doing this.”

They glance at their wrist at the feeling of something surrounding it,only to spot a sea stone bracelet now locked around it, Thatch kneeling next to them

“Take it off, Take it off! ” they hollered

Ace sighed, taking a hold of the child and nodding to Marco as they lifted them, keeping a tight hold on them as they walked into the ship

“Where do I take them?”

“You can take them to my room; we can talk to them there; they'll probably keep trying to run and throw things if we try to talk to them here,” Marco answered, transforming his body back to his human form

“No! Let me go, asshole!”

“We’re not using those words,” Ace sighed

“Fuck you!” They screamed, trashing against him

He shook his head, tightening his hold on the child, and they entered the first mate quarters, placing down the child in the corner of the room

Marco followed after them, closing the door behind him after assuring Thatch they had it covered as he headed back to feed the crew

“Nope, you’re not going anywhere until you calm down and talk to us,” Ace said, blocking their way as they tried to slip away

“Fuck you! I hate you!”

“You can keep talking like that all you want; it will just make you stay here longer.” Marco shrugged

“Fuck you!” They sobbed as they began screaming at the top of their lungs, screams echoing across the room

“You’re just going to hurt your throat doing that,” Marco pointed out

Dokucha ignored them as they simply began to scream louder, kicking at the walls around them as they kept trying to slip away, only to be stopped by Ace each time

After a while, the child’s screams settled down; only small sniffles escaped them as they sat in the corner

“You ready to talk?” Questioned Ace softly

“Yeah,” they muttered, looking up at them

“So? Why did you do it?”

They stayed quiet, not looking at them

“Look at us.”

They ignored him, staring at the ground

“Dokucha, look at us,” repeated Marco sternly

They glance up at them at his words

“Why did you throw your food and run away?” He questioned, kneeling next to them

“I don’t know,” they mumbled

He sighed at this

“You think Thatch liked that?” He questioned

They shook his head

“Okay, so here is what we are going to do: we are going to go back to the kitchen, you are going to apologize to Thatch, and then you’re going to go talk with Pops about what happened,” he explained

“No! Don’t tell him!” They cried

“It’s too late for that Dokucha, we’re telling pops,” Ace told them

“No!” They whined

“You should have thought about that before you did it.”

They frown at that

“Are you ready to go apologize to Thatch?”

They nodded, taking hold of Ace’s extended hand as the three of them made it back to the kitchen, quickly finding Thatch, who, upon seeing them, stepped out of his cooking to approach them

They stayed quiet, fidgeting with the bracelet on their wrist as they shook it around

“Dokucha,” Marco called, a warning tone to his words

“If you are not ready to talk to Thatch, we can take another time-out in my room.”

They glance up at Thatch at the words, muttering a small ‘sorry’ their way

“Sorry for what?” Ace asked, prompting them to continue

“I'm sorry for being mean and throwing your food on the ground,” they finished

“That’s quite alright, pumkin’; it did make me sad to see you were acting like that; you think we could listen to my words next time,” he asked, kneeling down in front of them

They nodded, giving the man a hug

“Thank you, Pumkin,” he said embracing them

“Alright, thank you for apologizing Dokucha, are you ready to go see pops?” Ace asked, picking them up and placing them on their hip

The child nodded, placing their head against his shoulder as they began walking to the Captain’s quarters

“Pops, you have a second?” Marco asked, knocking on the door, opening at the affirmative response from the older man

Whitebeard glanced at them, sending a questioning look, spotting the child in Ace’s arms

“They are having a rough day today, been rude towards everyone,” Marco elaborates at the unspoken questioned

Whitebeard let out a grunt, waving the two men off as the fireman put them down and walked out of the room, Marco following behind him

“Why are you being a brat today?” He questioned, cutting to the chase

“I'm not…”

“Really? Then what would you call what you have been today? Cause it sounds like you have been a petulant child all day long.”

“Sorry”

He sighed, gesturing them to come closer, plucking them into their lap as they did

“Dokucha, we are not your parents; we don’t have any plans to abandon you.”

“I know”

“You're not showing it,” he quips back

“When you want our attention, you just have to ask us; we are not like them; you don’t have to waste yourself away trying to do the impossible just to be praised; you need just ask, and any of us is thrilled to be with you, so instead of acting like this talk to us, alright?”

“Thank you, Papaw”

Okay I know that that end is kinda suddened but honesgly the other one I had went too deep into the education sode of things and was too messy, so I just decided to stop there, hopefully it makes sense

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[inuhalfdemon]

No One Can Know... (10/?)

Word Count: 2,831 Words

Rating: Explicit (Tentacle SMUT)

Chapter 10

"Little by little, we cross the line

Little by little, the ties that bind

Little by little, by little, by little...

Little by little tonight."

- Alice Cooper

Lucifer swallowed hard; a deep flush flooding his face as he grappled with trying to process everything that he was seeing…everything he was feeling.

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Oh, the unholiest of fucks…

Multiple glowing-green tentacles were snaking toward him now; sliding up his calves and sliding under his jacket; one especially large one raised itself; then dipped it’s pointed end at his collar; coiling down and wrapping around his abdomen beneath his clothes; and still, more were coming…

He fought to control his breathing; shuddering at the contact the appendages were making all across his now sweating body.

It’s okay…just one of your top personal sexual fantasies you’ve kept to yourself for some time now…be cool….

The first tentacle was still pressing and pushing against him and he was having trouble forming thoughts before a smaller tendril crawled across one hip; diving downward along his lower back and sliding between bare cheeks.

“Whoa! Hey!” Lucifer jumped; waving at the tendrils. They retreated but only slightly. “A little forward don’t you think?” He gasped, feeling entirely flustered as he looked up at Alastor.

“I thought you might appreciate some forwardness.” Alastor smirked back at him. He hung, naked and suspended by the tentacles that erupted from his shoulders – their lengths twisting and winding themselves above him and into the rafters. One long tendril coiled itself from chest to leg, its center wrapped modestly over and across his manhood.

“Well, I certainly feel overdressed. No one bothered to tell me that our evening involved nothing but birthday suits.”

“Oh, you came dressed just perfectly, your highness.” Alastor told him, his voice dipping low.

The tentacles surrounding Lucifer started moving again; snaking into his layers of clothing and lifting and pressing themselves through and under fabric to find bare skin.

“Your attire will fit my plans just nicely. I would very much like to ruin that suit.”

Lucifer audibly gulped and Alastor laughed.

 “You’re getting yourself quite hot and bothered over all of this…” Alastor noted; the tentacles keeping him suspended slid lower and other appendages moved and pulled so that he was brought closer to Lucifer; one tendril snaking forward, curling and pressing to the King’s chin – lifting his head.

“You’ve been blushing since you arrived. It’s quite lovely.” Alastor’s looked down at him; satisfied. “I hope that you don’t get too bewildered by my…antics. I do still need you to be just a  little bit cocky.” He chuckled as the tendril released Lucifer’s chin, sliding away. Alastor’s tentacles pulled him back up and away from the angel.

Smaller tendrils were snaking through Lucifer’s clothing; one coming from his chest, wound its way upward and to his neck; sliding up his jaw and under his hat and into his hair. Another coiled around his thigh; the tip of it sliding up and beneath layers so that it was flicking and tickling the underside of his lifted cock and balls.

“Ahh..” He gasped; the tentacles tightening around him.

“There are…rules to be addressed before you become too incoherent.” Alastor was telling him, the picture of absurd nonchalance.

“Rules?” Lucifer choked out; a tentacle sliding from his back, lifting from within the collar and coiling into this hair; pulling his head back sharply as he looked up at Alastor.

“You won’t touch me.” The way Alastor said this made it clear that this wasn’t an option. “Instead, I will have my own fun and you might get to watch…as for you, well…I get to - do to you - whatever I might like to, with these.” His tentacles tightened around Lucifer more still. “And, I get to absolutely destroy your royal garments…though I’ll spare the hat. 

Jesus fuck…did he hear me say something in my sleep!? This is too unreal!

“I…accept.” Lucifer croaked.

“Splendid.” Alastor hissed; eyes glowing wickedly red in the dim light of the station.

Alastor’s glowing-green tentacles swarmed him. Pulling Lucifer to the ground; they twisted and wriggled almost frantically as they buried underneath clothes and snaked and coiled in all directions across his body. One tendril quickly hooked the hat from off his head; flinging it somewhere aside. Finding his arms and his legs; tentacles wound and tightened so that Lucifer’s arms were bound tight together at his chest, his legs held loosely open and bent.

Assaulted by sensation; Lucifer bowed and bent backward. The tentacles contacting his skin were warm and tingling – sending a volley of prickling pleasure to his spine and spreading downward. Gasping; he jerked and squirmed at the overwhelming onslaught.

Alastor watched him with dark and narrowed eyes. He could feel every touch the appendages made; every poke or prod, every slither and slide, every push or pull. Feeling his way up the inside of Lucifer’s leg, he directed one tendril to snake its way up; slowly and steadily curling its limp and twisting body around Lucifer’s shaft.

He heard the King’s sharp intake of breath at the contact; and Alastor felt the heat coming from the man’s throbbing sex. The tendril curled and lengthened then using its pointed end; it burst through the seam of Lucifer’s crotch, ripping a gaping hole, releasing the devil’s monster it held in its firm grip.

Alastor leaned back, head tilted so that he may continue to watch Lucifer’s undoing.

Is this all that it would take? Alastor thought darkly; arousal clouding his mind and bringing treacherous thoughts to the surface. To set in motion the very ruination of Lucifer…to ensure the King of Hell was at his full and complete disposal and nothing in all of the realms to stop him?

Alastor scoffed at the thought. Surely not.

Others would be surprised to know, but: that type of pilgrimage didn’t hold his interest anyway.

Forgetting his dark thoughts; Alastor’s attention turned fully back to the task of sweetly tormenting his fallen angel.

The tendril wrapped around Lucifer’s shaft had started moving; and it was sending a series of vibrations down the fully engorged and erect length. Lucifer was nearly bent backward in-half; spit dribbling from behind clenched teeth as he battled with the increasing overstimulation.

Alastor felt a heat rising and burning through him; watching Lucifer – his antlers growing outwards…it was effectively stoking the flames to his own fire.

Shifting the tentacle that encircled his groin; Alastor let it drop away – his own member erect and needing.

Perhaps…this ruination…was only truly meant for me.

The tentacle encircling Alastor moved; coiling itself so that it laid snaking up one leg and curling across his waist and torso; supporting his weight. Other tendrils wound their way down from rafters; encircling his wrists and bringing his arms out and away from his body. One tendril slid to his penis – teasing the tip of it; Alastor’s gaze fixed on Lucifer.

Sweating, shaking and panting – Lucifer wasn’t sure that he could take much more of this. His system was absolutely flooded – he was having trouble deciphering the sensations; where they were coming from or where they began. Everything was too much and yet not enough; all at the exact same time.    

He heard tearing and soon the tentacles were ripping apart his clothes. His jacket; shirt and dress pants hung in tatters – the tendrils winding through the tears and holes to pull themselves tightly to him. Their movements were becoming less frantic now – more steady; the tingling and vibrations slowly dying away. The appendages sliding across his skin had become slick; both with his perspirations and something of their own.

Breathing heavily; Lucifer angled himself to look up at Alastor through glazed eyes – seeing that he was now just starting to enjoy himself.

A tendril was wrapped intricately and tightly around Alastor’s balls and shaft and it was moving – slowly jerking him off. Alastor’s eyes were closed now; his head bent back as he focused on what he was feeling; focusing on the tendril still wrapped around Lucifer’s cock. Matching the pace he had set for himself; he moved the tendril.

Oh, fuck… Lucifer felt himself sink beneath the surface; watching and feeling this all play out.

Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK. Lucifer’s overstimulation had turned into an overwhelming pleasure. His body now ready to process everything it had experienced into something…earthshattering.

Alastor felt Lucifer’s tightening.

Heh, not quite yet, Luci.

He deliberately slowed the tendrils movements, releasing the grip it held and sliding it to play and flick at Lucifer’s balls. He got a rewardingly frustrated groan for his efforts, and it broadened the smile stretched wide across his face.

Almost there.

Alastor bit his lip; feeling his own waves of pleasure washing over him. He stretched and pulled against the tentacles supporting and holding him. There was something to be said for self-care – the feeling of fucking and being fucked – it sometimes was very rewarding.

“Please…Al….” Lucifer was pleading now. “Fuck…I’m so hard…”

Feeling his penis curving tightly now; Alastor obliged.

Alastor slid the tendril that had been torturing Lucifer back into place and he almost came from the contact. Moaning; Lucifer felt the relief of the sliding and pulling against him and he was climaxing in moments.

Alastor thrust his hips sharply; his own peak found as he felt Lucifer’s sweet release – and his tendrils slid away.

“Well, I did have more planned but I greatly miscalculated the stimulatory effects of these things.” Alastor was telling him; a tentacle snaking from his back and tossing his clothes into a bundle on the floor. Another one coiled and curled over to Lucifer; offering him his hat before slid away; disappearing completely into Alastor’s back.  

Alastor had found a pair of black sweats to slip into for himself and a soft red robe that read Hazbin Hotel in the stitching for Lucifer. Charlie had insisted the robes be made and on hand for any guests who wished to have one but Alastor had never seen any of the current residents bother with them.

They were in Alastor’s room. Following their rather erotic session within the radio tower; Alastor had moved them and their belongings by the use of his shadows.

“Yeah, no shit.” Lucifer twitched; a spasm of the residual energy transferred to him by the tendrils zapping through his body.

“My fault entirely.” Alastor continued. “I haven’t really experimented in putting them to this particular use before.”

“Oh, that’s what I want to hear. You could have ripped me in half!”

“Funny, I wasn’t hearing any complaints from you earlier.” He looked at Lucifer from the corner of his eye; head tilted – his smile ever-present across his face.

Lucifer flushed and Alastor chuckled.

“We can take a shower.” Alastor offered. “But, I’m afraid mine is not nearly as glamorous as yours.” Lucifer twitched beside him again and Alastor snorted. “It might help to reduce some of that tension you’ve got left.”

“Yeah, let’s try it.” Lucifer readily agreed.

Alastor led him to his bathroom.

Lucifer was surprised to find that it was entirely surrounded and engulfed by plants – and not just cute little houseplants but true and actual flora. There were patches of bright green grass and wildflowers bursting from the floor tile; vines wound their way from the ceiling; snaking across the walls; moss grew in mounds or hung long and stringing overhead; a small cypress even took up one corner; branches stretching over the tub and shower; filling the room with a natural and heady scent.

Very strange to have all this in a bathroom but it was all also very Alastor. This hotel room; it was like, his own personal little deer den.

Lucifer paused; slowly turning and taking in every detail as Alastor ran the shower; waiting for the water to reach an agreeable temperature.

“How did you-?”

“With an incredible amount of power and an incredible amount of skill.” He answered; holding his hand to the water and nodding, he moved to strip his sweats off.

“You are…such an ass.” Lucifer told him. He approached the shower as Alastor stepped in and stopped; appreciating a blooming and pungent bunch of honeysuckle.

“Stop molesting the flora and get in.” Alastor told him.

“I wasn’t touching any of it!” Lucifer pulled off his robe; going into the shower with him.

It wasn’t exactly cramped but the space left for them was small. Alastor was dousing himself under the hot water that poured from the shower head – working his claws through his hair and the base of his antlers; steam filling the room.

Lucifer patiently awaited his turn; pressing himself into a corner.

Alastor shook the water from his head and antlers; turning to look at him.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m…waiting? I don’t know…I mean, I know you don’t want to actually be touched right now so –“

“Oh, come here.” Alastor reached for him and pulled him under the water with him. “Just don’t get…handsy.” Alastor said; turning to reach for some shampoo. Lucifer hissed when the hot water touched his skin. “And, don’t be a baby.” Alastor added.  

Lucifer stood with his back to and against Alastor’s lower chest and stomach – feeling the hot water washing over both of them. Alastor worked through the shampoo, conditioner and body wash that he had; passing them to Lucifer to use as he went. Lucifer went to scrub at his back and seeing that he wasn’t getting all of it; Alastor indifferently lathered up the parts that he missed for him.  

When they were done; they both returned to Alastor’s room – their waists wrapped in towels and carrying their clothing.

“Charlie’s not back yet?” Lucifer asked him; poorly hiding his concern.

“No, not yet.” Alastor shook his head. “Neither are any of the others. My shadow is still keeping an eye on things.”

Lucifer was starring at a bit of peeling wallpaper.

“I’m certain she is just fine, Luci.” Alastor told him. “Lilith wouldn’t allow anything or anyone to harm her and she didn’t go alone.”

“Heh,” Lucifer laughed lightly. “That’s the first time you’ve called me that…’Luci’. I like it.”

“You did tell me that I could.” Alastor reminded him.

“Yes, yes I did.”  

“I thought you did very good tonight, by the way.” Alastor told him. “I mean, you handled things well. I wasn’t easy on you. I’ll make some adjustments and plan out things a little better the next time we try it.”

“Next time!?” Lucifer’s eyes widened.

“Only if you’d like to-“

“I would. Very much.” Lucifer told him; already very excited by the idea.

Alastor couldn’t remember what he had meant to say – ‘you were perfect’ or something similar to it but what came out was:

“You’re…perfect.” 

He tensed; hearing himself say the words, but then Lucifer looked at him and…something changed.

“What did you say?” Lucifer asked him, softly.

“I…” Alastor’s throat clenched at the look Lucifer was giving him, his heart thrumming heavily in his chest. A warm and familiar feeling…a cold and frightening memory…

Fuck. Do I really want to take this risk again? And, for what exactly…?

Ears leaning back, Alastor moved in – clawed fingers spreading across Lucifer’s jaw and cheek as he bent down – softly kissing the angel. Lucifer returned his kiss but otherwise, he did not move –restraining himself from touching Alastor.

Alastor broke the kiss – deciding something.

“You may touch me.”

It wasn’t long after that, that they were both tangled in each other within the sheets of Alastor’s bed. Lucifer was still feeling incredibly overstimulated from their previous session already and Alastor took care in slowing things down and steadying them both out where he could.

Suddenly, Alastor broke away from Lucifer; his head coming up – ears working and eyes darting as he focused on something; like he had just had an important thought.

“What is it?” Lucifer asked, shifting to sit upward.

“Husker and Niffty…they were both alarmed by something just now.” Alastor paused, ears still moving like he was listening for something that Lucifer could not hear. “I think…whatever it was; it’s resolved itself now.”

“You’re sure? You can go if you –“

“No,” Alastor shook his head. “They’re ok. They’re at that damnable bar downtown that they’ve got named ‘Consent’ these days.”  

“Oh, I hate that place. What even is the vibe supposed to be like there, anyway? Like, are they really encouraging consent or is it supposed to be some messed up joke because they’ve got all those sex rooms and-“

“Luci.” Alastor growled at him. “I really don’t want to talk about this right now.”

He crushed his face back to Lucifer’s; clawed fingers winding into the angel’s hair and pulling them both back to where they were.

When Alastor slid himself inside Lucifer, he groaned at the tight and quaking heat. Lucifer shuddered, panting beneath him. Alastor began thrusting and their bodies melded together in a delicious friction. Lucifer’s claws raked bleeding scratches across his back and shoulders; Alastor’s tongue slipped between parted lips and slid wetly inside the King’s mouth.

When they came, they came together – fully and completely consumed by each other.

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[taste-thewaste]

27 sentence Sunday (I counted) 5.5.24

Happy Sunday! Hope everyone had a good weekend and has a good week ahead. Say hello to my beautiful new banner by the bestest bestie @england-would-fall!! It matches my icon which she made also! Thank you to @o0anapher0o @blueeyedgrlwrites and @tailsbeth-writes for the tags!

This Sunday you get to meet my 3rd installment in the ‘let’s play dress up’ series (Alex in a little black dress ; Henry in a tutu) which is Henry in a bikini fic. I had a revelation on it yesterday and finally started really working on it. So here’s a way too long clip of it, because I can never shut up.

The trip to Thailand had been Alex’s idea. He’d slid into bed one night clutching pages of printouts like a travel agent from the early 2000s, pages depicting a private villa with its own private pool overlooking acres of vegetation. A balcony with soft, overstuffed chairs. A bathroom to die for with a glass ceiling and stepping stones and rainforest shower heads. A gigantic king-sized bed with egyptian cotton sheets. Complete seclusion. Just for the two of them.

“This is exactly what we need, Hen,” Alex had whispered, nudging his nose gently into Henry’s neck. They had been dragged out of the closet against their will, kicking and screaming. They had been forced to perform their relationship in front of the entire world. “I want to go somewhere where I can love you with just the two of us. Where we are out and happy, but we don’t have to do it for anyone but us.”

Henry had studied the printouts with his Serious Prince Face and then looked at Alex. “Oh, my love. You just want to have sex in a private pool.”

Alex’s lips had twitched into a smile. “Well, okay, that, too.”

Now that they’re here, Alex is determined to make the most of it, and ‘the most of it’ to him is dressing Henry in this tiny bikini that he’d found online and getting him dripping wet (in more ways than one).

He watches as Henry reaches out and traces a finger along the strings on the side. The bikini is simple, all white, with ties at the hips and the back. Alex had passed up all the other, flashier swimsuits for this one because he knows how beautiful Henry will look in it. The way his chest will fill out the front, just enough. The spot where his hips dip. His soft, lightly tanned body covered just enough in white fabric that strains to contain him. His beautiful boyfriend, the love of his life, laid practically bare for him in this.

Henry picks it up and holds it out to Alex. “Help me?”

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[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Unexpectedly | Chapter 03

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Idol!Reader

Summary: When the company Y/N is signed with announces its closure, she feels as though her career as a soloist is over. So when KQ offers Y/N a contract, she jumps at the chance if it means she can work (and fall in love) with her best friend, Wooyoung.

Warnings: Anxiety. Self-doubt. Swearing.

Word Count: 1,830

Screenshots: 10

A/N: Is anyone liking this. It's not turning out how I expected it would. I hope people are enjoying it.

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After placing her phone down, she spots someone approaching her. It’s Kang Manager Kang In-Su, one of her managers. "Are you okay?" He asks, looking at her with concern. 

Y/N opts to keep her phone in her pocket instead of next to her jacket. "I need some air, I'll only be gone for 10 minutes," she informs him, managing a small smile but her defeated tone reveals her true emotions.  

"Sure thing," he replies, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'll cover for you, but remember, just 10 minutes as promised. You're on your own after that," he teases, eliciting a slightly more genuine smile from her. "Go ahead. Your 10 minutes start now."  

She conveys her appreciation with a slight bow as she slips out of the room while everyone else is engrossed in their tasks.  

The moment Y/N steps out, she is enveloped in the familiar embrace of her best friend. She instantly relaxes in his warmth. His soft lips press a kiss on the side of her head as she wraps her arms tightly around his waist.  

"I have 10 minutes," she murmurs against him.  

"Would you like to talk about it?" he asks, squeezing her tightly.  

"Just give me a minute," she responds, clinging onto him tightly, seeking solace in his embrace. His unique scent of black orchids and his own essence invades her senses, relaxing her. 

They stand there in silence, the world around them fading into the background as they hold each other. Y/N feels the weight of her worries slowly lifting off her shoulders, replaced by a sense of comfort and security that only he can provide. 

After a few minutes, Y/N finally pulls away slightly, meeting his eyes with gratitude and vulnerability. “I had trouble sleeping last night,” she admits. “My mind wouldn’t stop racing, and today everything seems to be going wrong. I can't get the choreography right, and I keep missing my marks. Everyone is getting frustrated with me, and I have a live soon." 

He listens attentively, his expression softening as he takes in her words. Without hesitation, he reaches out to gently brush a stray strand of hair away from her face, his touch comforting and reassuring.  

“What’s been on your mind?” he asks instead of lecturing her about not calling and talking to him about it sooner. 

“My comeback next week. I'm not usually this anxious about it but it's my first with KQ and the songs are my own this time so it's a different sound. The choreography is also new. Everything is new. What if they don't like it? What if it all fails?" She answers, leaning into him again. 

“They’ll love it, I’m sure of it,” he begins to reassure her. “If they don’t, that’s their problem. The real Sunflowers will support you whether they like it or hate it. Everyone has a flop era,” before he can continue, she pulls away and lightly hits his chest, only for him to grab her and yank her back into it. “But this isn’t your flop era. Your flop era was with the company we shall not name. With us you’re only going to flourish into the idol you’re always supposed to be. I couldn’t be prouder of you and the work you’ve put in to make this comeback happen.” 

“You’re going to make me cry,” she mumbles against his chest, swallowing the lump that was forming in her throat. 

Wooyoung opens his mouth to say something when the sound of the practice room door opens, and Manager Kang In-Su’s voice fills the space. 

“Sorry Y/Nnie, 10 minutes is up.” 

Y/N reluctantly let go of her best friend. “I’ll call or text you later.” 

He nods and watches her go back into the room before asking Manager Kang In-Su if he can talk to him for a second. 

Once Y/N is back inside the practice room, the chaos begins again as they get her ready for the live. More than half her team pile out of the room, leaving her with Manager Kang In-Su who returned just before everyone left, another manager who oversaw this part of things, two tech savvy staff members and a makeup artist. 

“Are you ready to start?” Manager Kang In-Su asks her. She nods but can’t help feeling a little nervous. In the three months she’s been with KQ she’s kept things relatively quiet. This will be the first time she’s spoken publicly about everything that’s been going on.  

She’s sat on the floor, in front of the device set up for the live. Her own phone is on her lap as her makeup artist lightly covers her skin, so she doesn’t look as exhausted as she feels. 

“What did Woo want?” she asks him. 

“He just wanted to see if you’d be available to get food later,” he answers just as the tech staff were making sure everything was running the way it should. “I told him you’ll be here until late, but he can stop by with food and make you take a break for a little bit later on.” 

“We’re good to go,” one of the tech staff tells Manager Kang In-Su cutting Y/N off from saying anything. 

“I’m also done,” the makeup artist states as she packs away her brushes and the makeup she used. She steps away, quickly leaving the room. 

Manager Kang In-Su looks at his watch, as soon as it turned the time the live was scheduled for, he motions for the staff to start it. 

Feeling slightly awkward, Y/N watches the comments start to flood in. She looks from her phone now in her hand, to the one on the stand that’s recording the live. She greets everyone and waves her hand. She does this a few times before she begins to feel at ease, seeing all the lovely comments filled with love and positivity. Some seemed eager about what she could share about everything. 

During the next 20 minutes, she engages in conversations with everyone, expressing her gratitude for their support, dropping subtle hints and spoilers about her upcoming mini album, discussing her transition to KQ, and answering as many questions as possible.  

Naturally, she receives numerous inquiries about Wooyoung, Yeosang, and the others. Although Manager Yoon Jun instructed her to avoid those questions, she couldn't completely ignore them and responded vaguely to some. Manager Kang In-Su didn't seem to mind, but she knew she would face consequences tomorrow when Manager Yoon returned to work.  

As Y/N prepares to answer some more of the recurring questions, there's a knock on the door and Wooyoung enters, carrying a plastic bag. She looks at him in surprise. "What are you doing? You're going to get in trouble."  

"Manager In-Su said I could come and to bring food," he informs her, moving closer and taking a seat beside her. Y/N glances at the chat section, witnessing the frenzy of comments. She struggles to keep up with all of them. She looks at Manager In-Su, who is behind the camera. He shrugs and silently mouths the words 'eat now' to her.  

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" she asks, turning her attention back to Wooyoung. " 

I don't have to be back in the studio for another hour," he replies, unpacking the chicken and sides that were in the bag.  

"You didn't have to buy all of this," she says to him.  

"I didn't. Manager In-Su did," he reveals, picking up some food with his chopsticks and offering it to her. She eats it, knowing that refusing would lead to a fight. 

Y/N takes another look at the comments to see that they've slowed down a little, but now that Wooyoung is there, the questions about him tripled and is unsure what to do.  

On the other hand, Wooyoung appears unfazed by the impact his unexpected arrival has had on the comment section. He begins to interact with fans and answer their questions with his usual charm and enthusiasm as they eat the food in front of them. 

"Can you tell us about how you first met and became friends?" Wooyoung reads from Y/N's phone. While their friendship was well-known to the public, the details of how they met remained a mystery.  

"My grandparents were neighbours with Youngie's family when my mum and I moved in with them, after we came back to Korea," Y/N explains, feeling more at ease now that Wooyoung has taken charge. "Our parents arranged a playdate once they realized we’re the same age, and we've been inseparable ever since." 

Y/N glances over, reading more of the comments as Wooyoung reminisces about their childhood and the mischief they used to get into together.  

“Wooyoung-ah what are five things you love about our Y/Nnie?” Wooyoung reads outloud again, gaining your attention again. “I’ll go first. 5. I love how talented she is, 4. I love how kind and caring she is” he looks at her. Her cheeks are slightly red from the compliments. “3. I love the way she dances and how she gets lost in the music. 2. I love her smile and the way she laughs.”  

At this point her face turns bright red. She leans against him, attempting to conceal her flushed cheeks.  

Wooyoung wraps his arm around her, pulling her closer and says the last reason, "And the number one thing I love about her is that she’s in my life because I couldn’t imagine it without her.”  

Y/Nnie looks up at him with nothing but love and gratitude. "I love you," she whispers, her voice filled with emotion.  

He smiles down at her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I love you too," he replies. 

"They have such a special bond."  

"Their friendship is heartwarming."  

"Find someone who looks at you like Wooyoung looks at Y/N, or vice versa." 

For the next 20 minutes, Y/N and Wooyoung engage with their fans, even sharing a dance routine they performed together at a school talent show. There are moments where they get carried away, enjoying each other's company and almost forgetting they’re live, giving fans a glimpse into their genuine friendship.  

As the live stream comes to an end, Y/N feels uplifted and grateful for the time spent with Wooyoung. They hang out a bit longer before parting ways - he heads back to the studio, while she continues practicing for her upcoming comeback stage. Everything seems to go right this time. She doesn’t make a mistake and everyone else seems happier. 

When she’s done for the day, she checks her phone to see messages from her mum, Yeonjun, Changbin, Haneul and a few others. She messages them all back and pulls up her conversation with Wooyoung, quickly sending him a message. 

She messages them all back and pulls up her conversation with Wooyoung, quickly sending him a message thanking him for his support and how she wouldn't have been able to get through it without him. 

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