#his sleeves also fuckin show his wrists and just

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his

#sasunaru #sasuke #naruto #idk what else to tag #lmao #listen #i cant be the only one who feels like #a goddamn touch starved victorian man #whenever i see naruto’s pants never fully cover him #like theres always leg #and i just #im normal ok im completely normal #HHHHAHSHDKDFJDKLFFJDKFKFKFKKFKF #his sleeves also fuckin show his wrists and just #kishimoto was that intentional like did u #think of naruto and then like yea this guy always needs #some skin shown bc hes covered all over #is that very straight of u #oh my godddddd #my art #round fox baby #naruto’s boyfriend

[something-about-sunflowers]

ALRIGHT, *cracks knuckles* let's get into that teaser, shall we?

Should I itemize this? I think I'm going to itemize it lmao.

So:

Starting here because this is a baseline for Stede, he's got no neckerchief here. This is likely early in the season, probably the very start.

Man's got a fuckin' ARM.

This is Ed. You can see the bare right arm in both shots.

Red neckerchief. Ed's scrap of silk? Beat to shit if it is, which, he did toss it out to sea so, it would be.

Ed's not wearing the knee brace. Or gloves for that matter. I know the knee brace being an actual mobility aid is unconfirmed canon/fanon but it does make me :(c to see him without it. Either it wasn't actually considered as a mobility aid or he's lost it like he's lost his gloves OR he's going without it because he doesn't care if it hurts.

Closer shot of the neckerchief.

I just wanted to point out all the knives stabbed into the table. Also, those look like bits of paper on the windows, did they keep some of the books to repurpose for window blocking purposes?

THERE HE IS!!!!!!!! Other people have already pointed out the makeup and his ring still on his tie, along with the whip on his hip cjizzy real. He's got a new baldric but I also think his clothes look. Darker? Than in season 1? This is a darker/heavier contrast setting but it carries into other shots of him too I think? Like they're less sun/saltwater faded or something?

Other thing to note: If I have my orientation right, this is to the right of Stede's bed nook and to the left of the library, which means this shelf is the one with the auxiliary wardrobe opening mechanism. Which I bring up because:

This little guy seems to be in the place of the mannequin. Ed kept the auxiliary wardrobe and gothed up the mannequin to justify it still being there.

SO much here. This is, I'm fairly certain, Benjamin Hornigold. This camp he's set up (along with what he's wearing) looks like it was made out of a shipwreck. Ed's barefoot and missing his jacket and gloves, and his shirt's torn up at the sleeves. Definitely where he washed up from his dip in the ocean.

Note the trees and the lighting, that comes up later. Ed shoots here and Ben moves with the shot but it doesn't look like he was actually HIT by it to my eyes.

'Wanted. |Blackbeard| Villainous Pirate. Murderer, thrice over. $400 Reward for the criminal responsible for: theft - brigandry - larceny - arson - tax evasion ➡' Presumably there are more crimes/info on the back, though we see the reverse side in the next cut and it's either blank or all in very small text, I couldn't quite tell.

The poster to the right says 'Port' something which has me wondering Port Royal but that's just the only 'Port' something I know, could def be somewhere else.

(Also, just for fun:

Here's how much abouts Ed's capture would be worth now.)

Wider pic than it needs to be but I didn't wanna cut out Olu lol. ANYWAY. Neckerchief again. Also the back of the poster, see what I mean about it either being blank or very tiny?

Babygirl. . . But also that Bride Ed figure kinda slays. Little bralette with the midriff showing, I see you Babygirl. When will he be allowed to just rest and do silly little crafts WITHOUT heartbreak looming over him?

Well. Four is not nine. So. There's that. The other five could be used or out of frame though, of course.

OH. He's back to his fingerless gloves! They might actually be different from his original ones though, they look different at the wrist to me, not quite sure though.

The BOYS!!!! Frenchie looks like he's having a GREAT time. Considering he suggested they turn the hostage into a table and complained about the Republic of Pirates being a bit gentrified I'd say this is more in line with what he's used to in piracy. I 100% buy he was going along with Stede's way because he knew it was an easy ride compared to real piracy. This wouldn't necessarily be a return to form for him but definitely something he's more used to? And he gets to be kitty :3c

And FANG!!! Look at him showing a bit more skin!! Good for him!!

Everybody say 'Thank You David Jenkins'. Right now. Look at this Mad Max shit. Fuckin' Imperator Jimenez right there. LOVE that tye added the 'beard' after the 'fuck's wrong with your face?' bit in 1x10. Full 'it looked weird on you but I slay' energy.

Jim

Izzy

Fang

Near as I can tell at least. I can't make out if Frenchie is in the shot and I'm pretty positive Ed isn't cause he stayed by the cake when they charged in.

Man, yknow I know we were all kinda clowning on it a bit at the end of 1x10 but this look really is so JARRING. Like, in the dark it's menacing but in the light? It's unhinged and that reads as more dangerous imo.

Also just for comparison's sake the pre-Ed-ified version of the bride figure. He really did full on customize that thing lol.

I DON'T THINK ANNE KISSED STEDE HERE. It feels out of character of the show to pull the 'It's fine if a woman does it to a man' kind of thing with regard to unwanted kissing. This is the frame the scene starts on in the trailer. She's leaning back from him and isn't nearly close enough to his mouth to say for certain that's where she was coming from. My money is on her leaning in to whisper something into his ear, maybe under the guise of it being an advance/intended kiss, which would also explain the annoyed look when she's interrupted. She either got ACTUALLY interrupted or it's part of the act. Stede doesn't look nearly as uncomfortable as he would be if she'd kissed him or tried to, he looks confused.

Izzy going for his sword when this guy tries to get the drop on Stede. He either is starting to care or he knows how much Ed needs him alive.

Also, this is the other potential source of Stede's neckerchief. Mr, Knife right here has a red one and Stede doesn't have it in this scene. I do think this one is a little less distressed than the one Stede has though so it could just be coincidence.

See? No neckerchief. He DOES have a sword at his hip tho! So this, I think, is after Izzy's started training him.

Also, he actually looks really good in red lol.

Baby. He's definitely missing the ring in this shot. It sits higher than the baldric is covering. I want to give him a little kissie on his ouchie and then let him have a nap, he needs that.

The pants match the coat. Also, black shirt. Stede is kinda slaying ngl.

Still missing her head :(c. Isn't that bad luck?

Maybe yall didn't hear me properly with the Jim pic. I'll repeat:

EVERYBODY SAY 'THANK YOU DAVID JENKINS'.

I can't get over how Stede's just standing there politely with his arms behind his back lmfao.

Also, Izzy's got his right leg up, he's putting his weight on his left. . . 'foot'.

I SAID EVERYBODY SAY-

I know tits and all but also. The belly. I would like to. Bite.

*ahem*

ANYWAY. On the left (our left) side of the barrel you can see the tip of his right boot so he's def got that leg off the ground. Perhaps someone is trying to relearn their footwork? Now that they've got a different balance than they're used to? And perhaps a difference in sensory input in the leg he's standing on? Possibly?

This is the same beach Ed was on when he did the fuckin' RAD takedown of the other officer but it definitely looks like different times of day. Having both in the teaser is def meant to be a red herring. He doesn't have the neckerchief in this shot either.

Bra för honom. (Is how google translate tells me you say 'Good for him' in Swedish.)

Is Jackie's hair the same here as it is in the VF pic with Ed? Or like, similar enough to be a 'later in the day after some Fun™ messing it up a bit'?

Roach!!! Fully sleeveless now, added a belt, got some flowers tied to the strings/straps of his apron. Looks like he's having fun lighting that cannon lol. Pretty sure this is the same scene as that one leaked photo of him dancing with Fang and Izzy's green screen sock. He had the flowers in that, right?

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#the dork is being a dork #ofmd #ofmd 2 #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #our flag means death #our flag means death 2 #our flag means death s2 #our flag means death season 2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd 2 spoilers #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd season 2 spoilers #our flag means death spoilers #our flag means death 2 spoilers #our flag means death s2 spoilers #our flag means death season 2 spoilers #stede bonnet #edward teach #izzy hands #benjamin hornigold #oluwande boodhari #frenchie ofmd #fang ofmd #jim jimenez #anne bonny #the revenge #spanish jackie #the swede ofmd #roach ofmd

[42spideys]

BOY CRUSH - Simon “ Ghost “ Riley

photo credit: @/661ave

synopsis: ghost is known to be quiet and mysterious, but this slowly starts to crumble as he spends more time with the new rookie

word count: 656

tags: m.reader, black reader, very shy and awkward ghost, slight angst, fluff, mentions of self harm scars, simon also has self harm scars, i know nothing about this game or the lore i just like hot men

enjoy ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱ !!

“boys we got a new recruit, meet ‘ Sugarcube.’” price stepped to the side to reveal you to the team, everyone greeted you with smiles and waved. everyone rushed up to talk to you and ask you millions questions, all except one. ghost stood in the corner with his arms tight across his chest, he was so still that you could’ve mistaken him for a statue. he seemed so calm and collected but in his head he was spiraling, your smile was so breathtaking he almost choked, your fluffed up fro filled with cute charms in it made his cheeks warm. he was almost scared to approach you thinking he would scare you off, he thought you would see him as some type of monster.

ghost was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice you next to him trying to get his attention, when you poke his arm he tenses and looks down at you. you were told by the other men that ghost doesn’t really speak or doesn’t like speaking, so you just flashed him a smile and gave him a thumbs up. he gave you a small nod, under his mask was heating up like he was on fire, he started to sweat. not like you could see, his eyes stayed the same but he was spiraling under that mask. you scurried off with soap and gaz to watch them almost kill each other playing smash, ghost walked to his room slamming the door behind him.

he flopped face first on his his bed and shoved a pillow in his face, he tried to calm himself down. a small knock to his door snapped him out of his trance, a let out a grumbled, “…coming.” before reluctantly walking over to the door and pulling it open, he let out a weird gasp noise when he looked down and saw you. “uh hey! si- er, ghost! i just wanted to actually say hi and introduce myself.” you fiddled with your fingers in a shy way that made his heart flutter, “kid, it’s really fuckin awkward with us just standing here. cmon in.” he shuffled to the side to let you in, you were nervous by his vibe. he was staring at you in such an intense way you thought it would burn a hole through you, you sat on a small corner on his bed still fiddling with you fingers.

he sat next to you and glanced down at you hands, catching a glimpse at the many scars that littered your wrists. “how about you lay back with me, i wanna ask you something.” you nod shyly laying back on his bed, you two are side by side breathing slowly. ghost turns to you, his eyes softer than you thought were possible. he flexed his hands before pointing to your wrists, “why’d you do that for?” you quickly laid your arms behind your back and looked away in embarrassment, ghost noticed your awkwardness and rolled his sleeves down. you watched him with careful eyes as he showed you his arms, there were large scars that went every which way, you put your hands on your stomach to play with your hands again.

“look kid, i don’t know you like that, but if you ever wanna talk i’m here.” he crossed his arms tight across his chest, staring at you with you soft eyes still. your face heated up under his gaze, you gave a soft nod feeling overwhelmed suddenly. “…can i….hug you?” your voice sounded so small if he wasn’t listening fully he could’ve missed it, he opened his arms to you letting you crawl in them. you two laid down in each others embrace for the whole night, falling asleep cuddled up close together. now that you trust him he’s willing to kill for you, he’ll protect you with his life, and he’ll always be there for you and you alone.

#ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #ghost x male reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x male reader #ghost fluff #simon ghost riley fluff #ghost fic #ghost fanfiction #simon ghost riley fic #simon ghost riley fanfiction #call of duty mw2 #mw2 imagine #mw2 fanfic #mw2 x reader #mw2 #mw2 ghost #mw2 fluff #mw2 2022 #mw2 x male reader #mw2 x you

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Without Warning - Mafia!Joel Miller Scene 14

Mafia!Joel Miller x OFC

Rating: M (little smut, little violence, little gore, all happy endings though)

Summary: Joel takes care of his biggest problem and then starts a new chapter in his life.

AN: Epilogue anyone??

Masterlist

(This gif has nothing to do with the chapter, I just really love his expression lmao)

The door to the garage burst open late the following evening. There was enough yelling and noise to bring Indi out of the living space that Joel had converted into a library of sorts. She recognized the voices, most familiar to her now after living with Joel for this long. Going through the kitchen, she found drops of blood leading from the garage to the basement door. It was slightly ajar and she could faintly hear what sounded like chains rattling and struggling. 

Joel had tried to keep her out of the “David job” as much as possible besides his show of power at the Bison. He left that afternoon with promises to be back soon, instructing her not to leave the house. Tommy came up the stairs, startling her as she lingered by the open door. He had a few streaks of grime on him, some blood on his shirt, but seemed to have no injuries of his own.

“Hey there, darlin’,” he greeted her, approaching her like one might approach a skittish animal.

“How, um…how’d it go?”

He shoved his hands in his pocket, closing the door and blocking it with his body. “Good. We got ‘m.” 

“Oh…good.” 

She didn’t know why she was being so awkward. At the same time, Tommy also seemed to be walking on eggshells with her. He shifted his weight from foot to foot anxiously, watching her closely. 

“Is Joel…um,” she nodded towards the door.

He seemed to hesitate. “Uh, yeah, he’s-he’s downstairs.” 

A sudden gunshot startled them both. It was followed by a loud cry, a man’s cry. They made eye contact. She glanced at the doorknob, Tommy subtly shaking his head, already seeing the cogs turning in her brain.

“I shou-.”

He grabbed the doorknob with one hand, her outreached wrist in the other. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, sweetheart. You really shouldn’t be down there right now, it’s ‘bout to get real ugly,” he tried to warn her, his eyes pleading that she turn around and go upstairs. 

Another cry from downstairs. “Tommy, I have to know,” she tried to insist. 

“I don’t think you should see Joel like this,” he said quickly, getting her to pause.

“Like what?” she questioned, but accepted his knowing look with one of her own. 

Another scream of anguish. 

“I love him, Tommy, whatever’s going on down there is part of him and I can handle it,” she said. 

He stared at her for a long minute, slightly flinching at another scream echoing up the stairs. It’s not that she couldn’t handle it, it’s that he didn’t want her to have to handle it. Tommy internally battled with himself. It was the ugliest side to this job, hurting people, and she didn’t need that on her conscience like the rest of them. Ultimately, he let her go and stepped aside with a sigh, knowing he couldn’t control her. 

“Thank you,” she said quietly, slowly opening the door and making her way downstairs, leaving Tommy to shut it behind her.

The scene at the bottom of the staircase was darker than she could even imagine. Blood was splattered all over the floor. Joel’s main team of men lingering on the edges of the room, hands behind their back as they all stared at the scene in the middle. 

“You fuckin’ think I wouldn’t come for you after what you did you piece of shit,” Joel snarled, crouched over David who looked half-alive.

He was tied to a chair, covered in blood and sweat, missing teeth and fingernails, it seemed. It looked like he also had a gunshot wound through his knee. She had to swallow some of the nausea down from the smell alone, heavy iron, metal and piss. Joel looked much calmer than he sounded, jacket discarded on a chair nearby with the sleeves of his shirt bunched up around his elbow. 

“Where should we start, huh, David?” he asked, now eerily calm as he dragged a blade across the other man’s bloody face, “Should I skin you ‘live or castrate you first?” he questioned, the other man starting to jerk and grunt in an attempt to get free. 

“Boss,” Eric said from across the room, nodding to Indi when Joel looked up. 

He must not have heard her coming down the stairs. His expression changed as he stood straight, dropping the knife on the ground as he approached her. He didn’t touch her, hands covered in blood and gunshot residue.

“Go upstairs, baby, I’ll be done soon,” he said, using his much larger body to block the horrific scene.

“I want to stay,” she insisted softly, looking captivated by the smears of blood and the cuts on his face. 

“No. Go upstairs.” 

“Please,” she said, grabbing his arm, unbothered by the sweat coating his skin, “I need to see you do it,” she added, her voice quivering. 

He stared down at her for a long time, conflicted about her request. She always thought he was joking when he’d say he could never deny her, but it was true. If she wanted to burn the world down, he’d light the flame. If she wanted to watch her kidnapper die, who was he to refuse whatever fucked up sort of closure she would eventually call this. 

“Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll even give you a front row seat, baby girl,” he added, taking her hand and leading her to the chair where his jacket was lying, allowing her to sit by the table of his tools with the thick coat wrapped around her. 

David made a noise from where he was tied, spitting blood onto the ground at Joel’s feet. Joel’s demeanor shifted again when his attention returned to the man who had hurt his love. 

“Come to watch the show, gorgeous?” he gurgled around a mouthful of blood, eyes unfocussed as he rolled his head in her direction.

“You don’t fuckin’ look at her,” Joel snapped, yanking the man’s head back by his hair. 

And watch the show she did. She sat in silence as Joel did awful things to her captor, breaking bones, pulling more teeth and fingernails,  prodding him with various tools, it was terrifying, it was disgusting, it was…thrilling. 

She knew she should probably talk to someone about the reaction she was having to her boyfriend absolutely destroying a man in the slowest and most painful ways for her. She shouldn’t be feeling some of the things she was feeling, specifically the pride, the fascination, the lust, but she couldn’t help it. 

When it was done and there was barely a dead body left, she took Joel upstairs and ravished him like an animal in the shower, the blood and grime of today’s events dripping down both of them under the hot stream.

“You’re somethin’ else, darlin’,” Joel said with a  tired smile and a shake of his head after she’d explained her sudden burst of primal desire to him, both utterly spent and sexually satisifed. 

“You love it.”

“Hell yeah I do,” he agreed, pulling her close, all soft touches and gentle kisses after they’d washed away the last of their problem. 

“You know you’ve ruined any other future man for me, right?” she asked, swinging her legs over to sit on his lap, lightly scratching down his chest. “You’ve set the bar impossibly high, Joel Miller.”

“Ain’t gonna be ‘nother man, sweetheart,” he said, closing his eyes, relaxing from her touch.

“Yeah?”

“You’re mine forever, baby girl,” he growled, his tone laced with just enough possessiveness to have her squirming.

“Sounds like you’re making a proposal,” she joked, rocking back into his lap, addicted to how right it felt to have his half-hard cock rubbing her covered clit. 

“That what you want, baby?” he asked, one large hand gripping her hip and guiding her movements, “Want a ring on that finger? Be my little wife?” 

She moaned softly at his words, her movements increasing. “Y-yeah.”

He hummed, the rumble vibrating in his chest under her fingertips. “I’ll get you a ring, baby, biggest fuckin’ diamond I can find if that’s what you want,” he grunted, thrusting up suddenly, feeling her nails sink into his abdomen as she tried to maintain balance. 

“Fuck, Joel,” she whined. 

He turned them over, pinning her to the bed and grinding into her panties, hearing her breathy pleas in his ear. They moved quickly this time, both desperate for a final release. Joel’s thrusts were hard once they discarded their clothes, his grip on her body even rougher as he grunted against her neck. 

She was moaning so sweetly in his ear, panting and telling him how good he felt, how good he fucked her. Those words had his eyes rolling into the back of his head, so perfectly sweet and erotic. 

“You wanna come, baby? Gonna make a mess on my cock?” he asked, one hand on her throat, but not squeezing.

“Y-yes, ah, please, Joel, I’m…so close,” she cried, her body practically vibrating with the tension of her oncoming release.

“Come on then, baby, be my good girl and come all over me,” he growled.

Her fluttering walls triggered his own climax almost immediately after, his release shot across her stomach and thighs. He whispered soft praises as he cleaned his spend off her, leaving soft kisses along her cheek and forehead. He made sure they both drank water before settling down to actually go to sleep this time. She was already passed out by the time he switched his bedside light off, pulling her close as they laid on their sides. 

When she woke up the next day, there was a box sitting on her bedside table, small and a dark blue velvet shade. Joel came out from the bathroom, wiping excess shaving cream off his neck with a towel. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted her, sitting on her bedside, taking the box and holding it in his giant hands. 

“Joel?” she questioned, “What is that?”

He smiled, rolling the box between his hands before finally opening it. “This is me askin’ you to marry me,” he said, slipping down onto one knee.

“Joel,” she gasped softly, a million questions running through her mind in a matter of ten seconds. 

“Be my girl forever, darlin’?” he asked, his stomach in knots as he waited, her expression hard to read past the obvious surprise. 

“Yeah…yes, yes, of course,” she said finally, smiling brightly as he stood up with only a faint knee pop before crawling over her. 

“Yeah?” he asked, kissing up her neck.

“Yes, Joel!,” she nodded, her hands wandering his back and shoulders.

“Fuck,” he groaned, inhaling her scent, “I love you.”

“I love you too…will you let me show you how much?” she murmured against his mouth, grinning slyly.

“You know I can’t say no to you…”

Epilogue

#joel miller x reader #joel miller au #joel miller x ofc #joel miller fanfic #joel miller imagine #mafia!joel miller #last of us au #joel miller fluff #joel miller smut

[notyoung-neil]

Ooc:

AM I YAPPIN ABT YOUNG NEIL HEADCANNONS INSTEAD OF WORKING OR SLEEPING?! YEAHH LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOOOO

If you fucking know me or see my ACC (and my other blog accs) yk I love the OG ships like jophen/ startech (joseph x stephen) mobillce (mobile x wallace) and maybe a few other non-cannon ships like kimona (Kim x romona) and...fuck idk the ship name for hollie x roxie or Kim x Lisa but yeah those too. For neil, personally, I'm a nordegrim shipper :)) Sorry, neilphen fans :((

Since I imagine he's still on collage I assume he's taking sonthing/ changed courses into somthing more...movie thing? Idk. Mainly working with cameras, screen writing, anything movie based or whatever

Since for Joe I made him Hispanic, other scott as Chinese, I don't really know what to do for the quirky silly little guy like neil. Gimme some ideas if y'all ever see this

Has attachment issues. Or fear of being left alone or not included

He has eczema that flairs up during the winter. Sometimes, he cries silently because of how itchy he is and doesn't like the cream the doctors told him to use because it's a weird texture he isn't comfortable with

Whenever stephen is back home from work, they usually sit down and watch movies together or during dinner. Young neil yaps about a movie, and stephen replies with a dry and simple "mhm, " "yeah", "that's cool -" and sometimes the occasional questions. Neil doesn't mind since he knows stephen is tired

He sometimes steals money from stephen but not all the time. He pays stephen back quickly by making some dinner (that he fucked up)

Favorite games have to be anything RPG based and zelda. Maybe he also got into the virtual world hype like UB funkies, webkinz, neopets, or club penguin (mainly UB funkies)

If he dose have a job I imagine he'd work at the second cup just to hang out with Stacy more, maybe a comic book store, or at no account video with Kim so he can watch more movies for free

I imagine his interest related friends has to be hollie (bc I see hollie also being a cinaphile), Joseph (because he wants to learn how to operate cameras and stuff and make it look cool by editing) and Jimmy (fellow zelda and starwars fan)

He has acne/ acne scars and back acne (I think that's the term) and he always picks/scratches at it

Speaking of picking. He always picks at his fingers and sometimes peels off a good chunk to the point it is bleeding bad, so he has bandaids on his hands and fingers most of the time. He doesn't mind which sorta bandaid. He likes the colorful ones that have like a character on it, but he worries if he might be too distracting for him when he's in class

I love how ironic it is for him to wear a heart on his sleeve sorta shirt even though he doesn't really show his feelings that often. He has the same ass stare all the time, and I think it's silly. So I just imagine he would say whatever is in his head without second thought, or he would mumble it if he thinks it's weird. So whenever he talks about his feelings, like how he feels about the whole "band abandoning him" situation, he actually means It and doesn't really hide it at all.

Steph (Neil's older sister) got him a pair of headphones bc thier parents were always fighting and a Walkman so he can listen to some music. He still uses those headphones to this day even though their broken in half, the sound quality is terrible and the ear puff thingy is crumbling

Whenever he goes out to the mall or out with anyone, he either has his hands in his pocket or out, bc someone has to grab onto his wrist so he wouldn't stop and stare at things (it's mainly Stephen and Kim who has to grip onto his wrist and drag him along. He dont mind tho :/ meanwhile stacy just holds onto his hand and stares with him)

Whenever stephen has a day off and he sees neil playing video games, he asks neil if he finishes his homework. If neil says no, stephen takes away his Gameboy color, keep it in his room and tell him to do his homework. If yes then stephen would just shrug it off, ruffle his hair up and say "ight, cool"

Neil was probably the first to find out that stephen was gay when stephen brought Joseph over (make of that as you will)

He writes movie reviews online and hopes people will see em but his writing skills are ass and he just describes whatever he can and think "yeah that's good enough"

Stephen treats neil like family since well, steph (Neil's older sister) isn't in contact with him that much. And because of the name similarities, neil just treats stephen like steph

His "stuffy" are those hot rubber water bottles (I forgor the name but you pour hot water into them and they help you with cramps and aches and shit-) with a wool sleeve wrapped around it

Since this rp acc is a bit related to the stephen acc. He likes bone crusher a lot! Since he mainly stays home, he has a new buddy to talk to and hang out with. But he leaves all the chores to stephen like cleaning out the litter box or something

Ever since he found out stephen had a cat he was pissed that stephen named the cat "bone crusher" not Link, Skull Kid,Meowth,Litten or Shinx or somthing cool like that but he continues to call bone crusher, bone crusher.

He has a bike and takes it to his college campus. He has the gear for it, too. Helmet, knee pads, elbow pads, and gloves. Stephen said if he doesn't wear em he'll get into an accident, and that scared neil

Idk why, but i imagine him being the type to collect... something! Maybe anything to fill up his already messy room!

He's a maximalist (I think that's how you spell it), as you can see from his room

OUGHHH, I CAN'T CHOOSE BETWEEN MAKING NEIL A DEMI BOY OR MAKING NEIL TRANS FTM AJXJWJXKWKXKWKKXKS

I imagine he has those window markers to doodle on his window or to doodle out ideas for another screen play

I imagine him and Stacy are pretty much on the platonic and cute relationship wise. Holding hands, cuddling all that sorta stuff and stacy likes to listen to Neil's rambles about movies and how good/bad they are

Neil likes it whenever he receives gifts :DDD and tries to pay back by acts of service or something idk. Even if it's his birthday or Christmas he makes sure he owes everybody a equal amount. For example (*COUGH COUGH* DS SITUATION) he's gotta pay back stephen by taking care of bone crusher for a day maybe, doing Stephen's chores and stuff

Not a neil headcannon but I imagine stacy trying to watch the movies neil recommend her so she can catch up and talk to neil abt it and I think it's really cute and sweet :DDD

Yk damn well he's got a BIG ASS forehead underneath all that hair. Justin Bieber lookin ah. No wonder why young neil is Canadian/j

Also not a neil headcannon. But I imagine everyone calling stephen, STEVEN (IDK HOW STEPHENS NAME IS PRONOUNCED. IS IT STEVEN OR STEPH-EM WJKDWKDJWN) that includes neil but Joseph calls stephen by his last name (stills) (joseph just calls everyone by thier last names to seem fancy and shit expect for Neil's. He just calls neil, kid or just neil because he doesn't know to how to read Neil's last name nor say it so...he just calls neil, neil)

Bases around one headcannon I saw. I forgor what acc and where it came from (I'll go ahead and credit them if I find it it) but since neil had like parents who always fought or is strict as hell he perfected the ways of walking around the house quiet af and accidentally scars ppl bc of this

#nordegrim #stephen stills #headcannons #young neil #ooc #scott pilgrim the anime #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim young neil #scott pilgrim headcanons #cringe ah #im writing this at 10pm i should go to sleep now :/ #...bojack horsemens neil mcbeal the navy seal :))) #i cant just say NEILS NAME WITHOUT THINKUNG OF THE NEIL FROM BOJACKNWJZJWKDKKW

[house-of-kolchek]

Steamy Nights (18+)

Jason Kolchek x Reader

Kinktober Prompt: Shower Sex

Word Count: 2k

How many times have I mentioned steam. Also Minors DNI!

Happy almost end of kintober y'all. It's been a ride. haha, get it?

OH OH YES ALSO everyone say thank you to @yellowroses-world and her fic for inspiring the beginning of this!!

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Breathe.

Wait for them to move and then use that momentum.

You sucked air through your nose, holding that breath for three counts before blowing it through your mouth. Your brows were knitted together, your teeth gnawing at the inside of your lip as you circled the dusty ground. Sweat threatened to sting your eyes, and you blinked rapidly, forcing the drops to fly elsewhere.

Two steps were taken towards you, before a fist swung by the side of your face.

You jerked sideways, a short breath snapping from your parted lips as you spun, grabbing his wrist and yanking it over your shoulder. A heavy weight flung across your back, before hitting the ground below you. In seconds, you were straddling him, a foot laid over one wrist while your hand pinned the other to the ground.

Jason grunted, squinting against the blazing sun before blinking in your direction. He wheezed out a breath, letting his head fall back against the ground as his body slowly relaxed underneath your legs. 

“Yep, that felt about right,” he coughed, jerking his head to the side. You instantly released his hands, leaning back as you caught your own breath. 

“Fuckin’ finally,” you breathed, settling into his lap, the ghost of a smile pulling at your lips. Jason chuckled underneath you, reaching to adjust his hat across his forehead.

“Hey, I said you’d get there, and you did,” he hummed, giving you a surprisingly warm smile. “Now let me up. I got shit to do.”

A mischievous grin overtook your features, and you leaned over the marine, your grip finding either of his wrists once more. Jason raised a brow, biting the inside of his cheek as his gaze flickered with a bright flame.

“No, I don’t think I will.”

You barely had time to process the flash in his teeth before Jason’s arms fanned out, and your balance toppled, sending you falling forward into his chest. He braced the back of your neck, rolling the two of you over until he hovered above you. You gasped as your arms were pinned above your head, your legs still hooked across his hips.

“Jason! What the fuck was that?” you hissed, blinking the dust out of your eyes in time to see his winning smile.

“C’mon, you didn’t expect me to show you all the tricks up my sleeve, did you?” he teased, leaning further into your space, his shadow blocking the sunlight from piercing your gaze. 

“You little shit,” you cried, wiggling your wrists half-heartedly.

“I take pride in it,” he shot back, a new smugness practically dripping off him. You rolled your eyes, whining for him to let you back up. He simply shook his head, crushing your confidence as he relaxed further into your shared position.

“C’mooooon,” you grumbled, and his smirk only grew. With a huff, you wiggled around again, this time more determined as your hips shifted against his.

The both of you stiffened as a sudden, high pitched sound escaped the back of his throat. Jason’s eyes widened, and he sat up suddenly, whipping his head back and forth around the lot. You watched, the sound ringing in your head, as his shoulders fell, a breath of relief escaping his lips. 

You let out a squeak of your own as Jason’s lips suddenly found yours. His hands came to rest across your thighs, pulling your hips completely flush against his, as that strained moan tickled the back of his throat again. 

He parted from you just as quickly, rising to his feet before offering you a hand. You accepted, fighting to regain your breath as he pulled you to your feet. His hand brushed up your arm, falling to your waist as he leaned in close to your ear.

“I think we could both use a shower, don’t you?”

You flushed, all semblance of confidence leaving you as you nodded. You could practically hear him break into a grin as he squeezed your waist once, before stepping away and stalking into the luxurious building with a noticeable spring in his step.

You gulped, making an attempt to fan the flush off your cheeks before following him into the building. 

—

Camp slayer was busy, with personnel bustling here and there, nearly bumping into you every five seconds. It took every ounce of your will power to remain calm, as you sauntered towards the end of the camp, making every attempt to remain as inconspicuous as possible. You’d spaced out your timing in order to avoid suspicion, as being caught fucking your superior was not very high on your list of priorities. 

You slowed to a stop, checking the hallway for any stragglers before stepping through the door to Jason’s room. Gingerly closing the door, you picked up the faint sprinkling of the shower in his attached washroom.

Fuck, it certainly paid to be high up in the chain of command. 

With the coast finally clear, you let all the stress roll off your shoulders, letting a sultry grin tug at your features as you stepped towards the bathroom. Knocking twice so as to not startle him, you wasted no time entering the room. You shivered as the steam clung to your skin, warming your body as your fingers found the hem of your shirt.

Jason poked his head out from the glass doors, his hair wet and clinging to his forehead. His gaze flickered down your form, his lips curling into a smile. He watched, not uttering a word as you stripped, the heat in your gaze intensifying with every article that hit the ground. With a wink, you took his extended hand, letting him help you into the shower and under the hot water.

As the first drops of water hit your back, Jason pulled you into his chest, molding his lips to yours. You gasped as his skin met yours, sending sparks of heat rushing through to your core. His hands found your lower back, his fingers dancing up your spine before cupping the back of your head. Deepening the kiss, you let a moan escape your throat as his tongue met yours.

You hissed as your back hit the cold tile of the wall, arching into Jason’s chest and unintentionally grinding against him. He groaned at the friction, breaking from your lips to press hot kisses against your neck. 

Feeling particularly daring, you reached down to palm his bare length, curling your fingers around his shaft and pumping once. Jason hissed, his teeth catching the skin just below your collarbone as he bucked into your hand.

“Naughty fuckin’ girl,” he groaned, his voice tight as you continued to jerk him. His hands wandered across your body, squeezing your legs, your ass, the skin of your waist. You moaned, stuttering in your pace as his lips curled around one of your nipples, his tongue lashing against the hardening bud. His one hand came to flick your other nipple, stuttering you completely as your head fell against the tile.

“Jason-” you mewled, and he lifted his head to meet your gaze. A few stray drops of water hit the side of his face, and his hand found your wrist, gently stopping your movement as his eyes flickered.

“Hold tight, Doll,” he hummed, leaning back and reaching up towards the shower head. “I wanna make you scream first.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he detached the shower head from its __(handle? Holder?)___ his thumb switching across the lever until the water rushed out in a rapid jet. You gulped, your eyes widening as his thumb cut through the water, drawing a satisfactory nod.

“Jason,” you warned, and his smirk only grew, stepping forward to cage you against the wall. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he husked, before directing the stream of water to your clit.

Your voice broke in a high pitched whine, your entire body jerking as the pressure from the water hit your sensitive nub. Jason’s hand fell to your waist, holding your hips in place as he just barely rotated the shower head. You cried out, fingers scrabbling at his back as you tried to buck against the water, searching for release from the constant beating of water.

“Oh my GOD,” you cried, arching into Jason’s chest as he chuckled, leaning down to suck on that sweet spot below your collarbone. The knot in your stomach wound tighter, the constant pressure from the water allowing no break from the overwhelming pleasure fogging your brain. You lifted a leg, hooking it around Jason’s waist as you struggled to move against the sensation. You wanted more.

Jason tilted his wrist just slightly, moving the stream of water across your bundle of nerves. You whined at the release, your hips twitching as the growing heat in your core only intensified.

Without warning, the coil snapped, sending you careening over the edge of your orgasm. You practically screamed Jason’s name as he finally released his hold on your waist, allowing you to ride out each wave of pleasure. He dropped the shower head, allowing the drops of water to spray against your legs as he pulled you flush against him, pressing soothing kisses to your neck as your body fought to finally relax.

“That might just have been the sexiest thing I’ve seen,” he husked, letting his fingers dance across your sides. As you finally came down from your high, you grew acutely aware of the hardness pressing into your thigh. You dropped your head, meeting his heated gaze before leaning to mutter in his ear.

“Wanna make it even sexier?”

Jason groaned at the crackle in your throat. Unable to do anything but nod as his lips met yours. His hands found the bottoms of your thighs, lifting both your feet off the ground and pinning you back against the wall once more.

“Don’t you dare fucking slip,” you hissed, supressing another whine as he wrapped your legs around his hips. The tips of your fingers dug into his shoulders, fighting to maintain some form of balance. Jason chuckled, shushing you with another heated kiss, running his tongue across your bottom lip. 

He entered you in one thrust, burying himself until his hips were flush with yours. You let out a clipped yelp, digging your nails into his skin at the sudden stretch. The steam from the shower clung to your skin, warming your face as Jason’s tongue met yours again, sandwiching you even further between him and the wall. 

Jason pulled back leaving just the tip inside you before thrusting into you again, hard and deep. You whined as he hit your deepest spot, spreading warmth throughout your core. 

“Fuck, do that again,” you moaned, your voice dropping as he did.

He kept that slow, deep pace, hitting all the right spots over and over, drawing long moans that mixed with his in the steamy air. Your nails dug into his shoulders, and you bucked your hips into his, meeting his thrusts halfway and tightening around him. Jason groaned, his teeth brushing against your shoulder as his pace quickened his grip on your legs tightening.

You felt him all over, his skin searing against yours, his tongue leaving hot trails across your neck, his pace winding that knot in your core impossibly tight and stealing your breath.

“Jason- I’m gonna-”

He cursed as you came for a second time, your walls becoming impossibly tight. He fell over the edge with you, his hips growing sloppy as he fucked both of you through your orgasms.

You slumped against him, your energy worn as Jason’s body stilled. He carefully slid out of you, lowering you to your feet and letting his head fall to your shoulder. Your legs trembled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, using him as a crutch to stay upright. 

You could feel Jason smile against your skin, the water spraying cold against your legs as his arms wound around your waist.

“Stay with me tonight,” he drawled, his accent thickening as fatigue settled in. You flushed, a warm smile tugging at your lips. He’d never asked you to stay before. You nuzzled further into him, your voice just barely a whisper as you answered him.

“Okay.”

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Kinktober Tags: @erzsebetrosztoczy @multi-fandom-imagine @crazymissy22 @pre3ttycunt @theduskie

Tags! @lorebite @yellowroses-world @kassiekolchek22 @kawaiiwitch224 @yeslieutenant @buttermykolchek @thedreamingfish99 @tangytastyflatboard @meadows-of-light @boristhepineapple @shinydixon @thejhalsteadway

#house of ashes

[eldritch-spouse]

heya boss lady, im fuckin sick how would the bois take care of/neglect me

~mommy milkers annon~

How would they treat a sick s/o?

Breg is going to get so many blankets. Too many. You're cold, aren't you? You're so cold! What do you mean a fever? Huh?? That doesn't make sense. Oh God, he's not prepared for this- You're gonna die! Holy shit- Calm him down. Immediately. He's going to stress out, which will stress you out, and that's the last thing you need. You're better off calling someone else or giving Breg very simple instructions while he reads up online. What he can anyway.

Fasma, while he may not look like it, is old enough to know how to take care of a sick human. He'll actually go through the effort of staying mostly sober while you're like this. But not because he cares, he just doesn't feel like hiding the body if you kick the bucket (lies).He can have dumb conversations with your fever-fried self and help you fall asleep by retelling some stories from his past.

I hope you like soups, because Morell has so many ready... Open up, piglet. You're staying in bed and you better not whine about having no appetite- Tsk! You know, none of this would have happened if you listened to him. You're not like him, you're fragile and tiny and when Morell tells you not to run around outside like an idiot, you better listen. Or else you'll be sipping soup for the rest of your life!

Gallon is so out of his depth. Help bestie. He's not sure what to do to make you heal faster, so he just does everything for you. Chores, errands, cooking, everything and anything. You're constantly being poked so he can gouge your temperature or if anything hurts. It's going to get annoying real fast. No Gallon, this is not worth going to the hospital for- No, you're not chronically ill...

Santi knows he can't do much to help you, the incubus can't shag some strength into you, that's not how humans work. But he does know about common sickness medication, and that's what he's going to rely on first. What do you mean you won't just get better after one pill? Some doctors you humans have... Well, if nothing else, you'll get a lot of cuddling and comfort foods.

Grimbly's putting you to bed immediately. Stay. Do NOT get up. He's calling your doctor immediately. No, SHUT- If you get up, he's going to tape your wrists to the mattress. He's not having you go outside in this state. He's not the best cook either, so I hope you like salads... At least it's not junk food, right? You also need to tell the bat what you need, because he's not above getting distracted and offering you "top notch blood", or forgetting the sun won't make you get sicker.

Patches is totally convinced he can snap your sickness away with magic. And to be fair, he does have plenty of tricks up his sleeve. Problem is, he gets cocky. And he's stubborn. So if the first try doesn't work, you're better off not letting him continue, or he might try to give you something with significant side-effects. Jackass gets so focused he starts thinking of you as a test subject rather than his lover.

Vinnel is a sickness. His whole life is being sick. He's chronic illness incarnate. And therefore, probably the one that is most worried about you deep down. You're getting to a hospital immediately, no matter how mundane the symptoms. You're going, end of discussion. He doesn't show it, but he gets very emotional. He will not separate from you while you're sick, mostly out of past trauma. The jester was abandoned and left to die due to his illness, so you're going to get a lot of reassurance and not understand why.

Sybastian doesn't know what to do. At all. When he gets sick, he usually sleeps through it, so he's adamant that you get a lot of rest. Even if he has to hold you in his arms and keep you still so you don't try to wander off. Rest. After that, he's going to bother people who actually know what to do with a sick human. Probably scares the ever living shit out of some poor pharmacist... He's trying. Says one or two words and expects them to understand what he means.

Nebul, who has trained many a human before, is np stranger to the common sicknesses, and he's definitely one rigorous monster that can get you back on your feet in no time. Thing is, you're gonna follow his orders down to a T. Otherwise, you'll get punishment immediately after you're healed. You're constantly being surveillanced, even while he works. Purpur will be there to act as a splendid nurse and get you all the stuff you need. If Purpur is busy, another weirdass pet will be there to keep an eye, or several, on you.

If your partner happens to be Fank-e, please for the love of God, call a doctor and make them have a long talk with the robot. Otherwise, he's going to give you Monster drinks and put stickers on the boo-boos, generally make you sicker than you already are. He's already a hazard towards a normal person's health, stay away from the robot when you're sick please.

Ludwig mostly just helps you stay calm and content. He knows humans don't experience sickness the same way demons do, but some part of him still expects you to start fucking breaking shit and screaming bloody murder in frustration like your average wrathful folk. So he'll treat it as if you're in need of a really relaxing vacation, which is funny but still largely appreciated. Due to this irrational assumption that you'll get livid out of nowhere, Lud doesn't let other people near you too much.

Being Krulu's vessel implies that you are unaffected by most illnesses. If you ever do manage to fall sick, it's a very bad sign for you and an indicator that Krulu has weakened significantly. Be worried, mostly about them. Krulu's health is imperative to your own survival. Speak to him and gain information on how you can heal yourselves. Do not let anyone see you while you are vulnerable. There are vultures everywhere, the scent of a wounded god is like blood among sharks.

#Krulu oc #Bregory #Fasma oc #Morell oc #Vinnel oc #Gallon oc #Nebul oc #Ludwig oc #Patches oc #Fank-e oc #Santi oc #Grimbly oc #Sybastian oc

[adelaidedrubman]

I’ll take three heaping servings of Joseph having a bad day

you know what? you sure can have three helpings. because this one also came highly requested, i also got asked by @marivenah @strangefable @socially-awkward-skeleton @roofgeese @direwombat @noetikat @purplehairsecretlair to share about joseph’s bad day.

…which turns out to just be the infamous birthday boy fic. sorry everyone. on that note, warnings for intoxication/alcohol and drug use/vomiting/mild violence. ingredients for the Joseph Bad Day as follows:

1. getting a call that his brother is making an ass out of himself at the spread eagle bc mary may doesn’t have the heart to actually call the cops (secret wildfire Endgame™ reveal btw):

“I’ll hold you to that,” she responded, clicking her tongue against her cheek. “See you then, Deputy Hudson,” she offered in parting, her smile slowly fading as she lowered the receiver to its cradle with a final crackle of ‘goodbye’ from Joey. 

A harsh shudder rolled down the length of her spine, no more pleasant company to distract from the feeling of dread. She’d done the right thing, not requesting Joey come out there, but that still left her with the situation at hand, and — 

She gulped, throat suddenly dried with the breath catching there.

She knew what she needed to do. 

She brought a trembling hand to the neck of the whiskey bottle she’d sought at their arrival, pouring another drink into the glass to throw back before she turned towards the phone. 

Her shaking fingers found a different set of buttons this time, pressing in against them in the patterns of a number she swore to herself she’d never dial. 

2. his annoying brother’s even more annoying girlfriend trying to swing on him then throwing up on his shoes when she fails: 

A fist pounded against the siding, loud bang of the impact cutting Joseph off.

“That is not — a fucking birthday party!” she screeched. This time his hand managed to catch hers, her fist still clenched against the wall as his fingers circled her wrist to hold her back. “And even if it fucking was, you didn’t — fucking invite me! So —” 

“Our doors are always open to you, my child,” Joseph said, stepping closer and reaching a hand towards Jessie’s face with a careful affection that made something akin to relief settle in John’s chest. If he was that accepting despite her sins of the night, then perhaps —

The grip of John’s fingers was broken, Jessie’s wrist pulled from his grasp as her fist swung through the air, in an arc towards Joseph’s face. 

Fuck. 

Joseph easily dodged the fist with a measured step to the side, before John had even managed to stop staring at his open hand. But Jessie lunged towards him again, this time hunched forward as if to headbutt him, a guttural noise tearing through her to echo through the night —

Followed by a wet splat, and a sour smell suddenly saturating the air. 

John finally tore his eyes away from his own palm to look towards the ground, taking in the sight of multicolored sludge voided from Jestiny’s stomach to coat the tops of Joseph’s shoes. 

Ah. 

3. his ex showing up and out Man Of God voicing him:

“Pastor Jerome,” John hissed, attempting to push his hand away from its place joining his own on Jessie’s back. “Can’t you ever just mind your business? We are just fucking fine with —” 

“John, do not speak to him that way,” Joseph cautioned, a low whisper of warning. “No matter his missteps tonight.” 

“Don’t fuckin’ speak to him that way,” Jessie growled out, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. “It’s his —” 

“Don’t strain yourself,” Jerome said, a hand catching her shoulder as she stumbled forward. “You should sit down,” he added, steadying her arm and crouching to guide her towards the ground. 

John pushed out a short, choppy scoff of indignance. He gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes, then hopped down to join Jessie on the ground, certain the gesture was proving a very important point. 

#there are also some actual joseph pov scenes of this that i posted excerpts of before and tried to find and link to:( but sadly failed:( #anyways. jessie attempting to punch joseph but being too wasted to land a hit is apparently A Theme i do #note: edited bc i realized i failed to tag half the people who asked #birthday boy fic

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Wait okay what about Lucian trying to talk Peter into accepting ethical vampirism as an option/into not despairing quite so badly?

Lucian is trying his best and Peter is difficult, but what else is new?

On with the fic!

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Peter should feel like he was in a dangerous saw-trap house due to his personal collection in his penthouse of vampire hunting tools, but he was still a hunter, damnit. Even if it... seemed bad that he was now one of the people he hunted. Was this like being a hitman against humans? He didn't know.

He tried not to think about it, especially about his situation, but it wasn't easy to avoid thoughts of fangs and blood. All he had to do was look in the mirror and know that he wasn't looking at a human anymore.

He tried to carry on with his life, he still performed his show, still caused trouble for people both in real life and online, and often could be found trying to get drunk off his ass. There just tended to be more panic attacks now, and times where he hid in dark shadows of his home as, apparently, the smallest species of bat in North America, which meant avoiding problems was made so much easier now. The only plus he could think of because of this stupid problem.

Well.

No.

There was another plus, and that was Lucian.

They'd only known one another for less than a month, but Peter found himself latching onto the guy constantly. Both metaphorically and physically when he needed to drink blood. Yes, he had... disgustingly been bringing animal blood into his diet, with the few foods he could actually stomach (which wasn't much, and he gave up quickly on trying to figure out what he could eat because he was tired of being sick), but Lucian's fresh blood was like a damn drug.

Maybe it was because it was offered willingly right from the source, who knows. But Peter always felt horrible after consuming it, even if it calmed the hunger that was always there, in the back of his mind.

He licked his lips, trying to savor every drop, as he pulled away from Lucian's wrist. Always the arm, always the wrist, Peter didn't want to bite Lucian's neck. He watched as the bite marks started to heal already. "I hate this." He said, staring at the wound.

"It's better than the alternative, though is the animal blood helping?" Lucian asked as he pulled down his sleeve, hiding the wound from Peter.

"Ehhh... kinda? I mean, it's not the worst, clearly, it's just... it's not as good as sucking you."

Lucian makes a face and Peter grins before sighing, leaning back against his couch, looking at his ceiling that he was becoming much more accustomed to now that he discovered he can sleep on it, oddly enough. What the fuck kinda vampire is he?

"I'm trying to drink it so I don't have to keep relying on you for my fix. I found that I can mix it with things, not everything tastes great, but I can tell you straight up that blood makes for the best fuckin' Bloody Mary you'll ever drink. I'll have to make you one later today. I also weirdly like it in my coffee, but I think that's cause I cover it up with enough syrups to hide the metallic taste."

"That sounds disgusting."

"Don't knock it 'til you try it, pretty boy." Peter snorted and moved to sprawl on the couch. "Look, Lucian, I'm tryin', alright? But I hate this! It... it sucks! You wanna know somethin'? I tried to chew some gum the other day, and my body made me feel horrible about it, so now that's something I can't have!"

He flopped down so he was on his back, and then moved to curl up, facing the couch. "I fuckin' hate this. I never asked to have this happen, I just... I'm always so careful! I used to wear silver all the time to protect myself! And guess what!"

"What?" Lucian asked, placing a hand on Peter's leg, the one he had unconsciously dropped on the man's lap.

"Apparently it burns me! I've had to give my shit away, and that's a lot of silver, mind you. Luckily, the girls in the show were more than happy to take some from me, and the rest I've given away in some fan contest thing online. My PR people like it because it means I'm doing somethin' nice for the fans, but it's mainly so I don't kill myself while wearin' my bling."

"Oh, I wasn't aware that silver was deadly to you. It's rather dangerous for me as well, and for many werewolf-like people. Not sure why, but it's painful. And trust me when I say that I wouldn't wish silver nitrate bullets on my own worst enemies, that was..."

Peter glanced at Lucian, watching his face contort into something that looked very pained, like he was feeling a phantom sensation. He only knew a bit of Lucian's past, that he had been the first of his kind and a leader who had 'died' during the last great battle of an underground vampire/lycan war. He remembered Lucian saying he had been shot and left for dead by bullets made of silver nitrate that liquefied in his veins. Yeah, he couldn't blame the guy for not wanting anyone else to deal with something like that.

"How do you do it, Lucian?" Peter sighed, moving to be on his back, eyes on the ceiling.

"Do what?"

"Just... not be human."

"I was never human to begin with, Peter, so I'm not sure how to answer that question for you."

He groaned and gently kicked the lycan. "I need an answer, I need to know how to handle this, to live as the thing I hate most in the world! For fuck's sake, Lucian, I spent most of my life learning how to keep these things away and how to fight them, just in case Jerry ever tracked me down to finish the job."

He wrapped his arms around him, squeezing tightly, his chest felt tight and he felt a little dizzy. "I'm trying, I'm trying, but I don't know what to do, or how to accept this...!"

He felt a squeeze on his leg, a comforting feeling. "Peter, it's alright."

"No, it's not."

"It's only bad because you can only see the negatives."

"They're all negatives. I don't want to be this, I just want to be human again."

Lucian sighed, rubbing his leg. "What if it had been different? What if someone of my kind had bitten you?"

Peter glanced at him, frowning, then shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know... I don't have beef with you guys, but it would be... bad? Awkward? I dunno the first thing about bein' a lycan."

"But you know vampires, you know how to keep yourself safe, you know your limitations and strengths, right?"

"Not... really? Kinda? I dunno, this isn't a well know species, but I know some stuff."

"That's good, it's a start. How about this, considering you can't undo what has been done, maybe we can find ways to make this work for you? There are pros and cons to being an immortal humanoid being, let's figure out what you like and dislike about it."

Peter scoffed. "Lots of cons there, wolfy. Cons: I'm the thing that killed my parents and girlfriend."

"You're not the same kind."

"Still, a vampire." Peter held up two fingers. "Con: I have to survive on blood."

"Pro: You've found some foods you can eat just fine, and other liquids are not a problem for you at all."

"Con: The sun hurts me."

"Pro: The sun hurts everyone, and you can actually still walk in it, even if only for short periods of time."

"Con: I sometimes eat bugs."

"Pro: Only as a bat."

"Con: I can turn into a bat."

"Pro: You can turn into a bat, and you love it. You told me you like being a bat to escape your problems."

Peter glared at him, damnit, he was right, he actually did love being an adorable, little bat. Especially when he discovered the wonders of just sleeping on one of his big, fancy, expensive bed pillows and just napping for hours like that.

He continued to try and bring up his bad stuff. "Con: Uhh... I get an ugly bat face."

"Pro: It's not ugly, it's fascinating and threatening. You also get a new eye color that oddly fits you." Lucian said with a straight face, but Peter felt his oddly-working heart beat just a little faster.

Fucking charmer.

"Con: I can't get drunk or high like I used to."

"Pro: It's much better for your health that you don't."

"God, you're a killjoy." Peter snorted and Lucian laughed, stupid, pretty, wolf man with a cute laugh.

Lucian smiled at him. "Pro: You're stronger, faster, and more agile like this. You can do things you've never done before, and you're immortal now, unable to age, you get to keep your looks from now on."

"Are you trying to appeal to my egotistical side?" Peter asked. "Cause it's almost working."

"Maybe." Lucian said and went back to rubbing his leg. "Peter, it's going to be difficult, I cannot lie to you about that. I have known many lycans and vampires who were once human that have changed and have had trouble accepting their new lives, but they had found benefits that worked for them, things that made life a little easier."

Peter sighed. "I get that, but... it's the principle of this thing, ya know? I feel like this is a punishment, for all the shitty things I've done. Or Jerry's revenge from beyond the dirt in his shitty, creepy basement where his ashes are laying. And... what's worse is that I was never given a choice, it was given to me against my will, like a bad gift I can never return or trade off."

Lucian nodded, looking like he finally understood what was bugging Peter. "It'll be a long road to accepting, and that might not even involve willingly accepting it all. But through all of this, you have me to help you, or even just to vent to, alright?"

He looked at Lucian and damnit, this man was just... how was it that he was a wanted war criminal when he was so nice and understanding? Peter reached out a hand, taking Lucian's in his own, he felt so hot to the touch, so alive, it was weird to be aware of that.

"Thanks. Just... ya know, thanks." He muttered, looking anywhere but at him.

"You're welcome." Lucian gave his hand a squeeze and they sat quietly in a comfortable silence.

Then Lucian spoke again. "Another pro: You like sleeping on the ceiling."

"Hell yeah, I do. You should try it, defying gravity sleeping in the best."

"I can't do that, even if I can climb on walls and ceilings in my wolf form."

"For real? Dude, that is so fuckin' hot."

"What?"

"Nothin'."

--

I almost, *almost* wrote them kissing during the pros and cons scene, but I thought, no, too early. Even though Peter unconsciously wants to smooch him.

#lucian x peter vincent #john's drabbles

[goldenguillotines]

Oh shit! You'd be willing to show off some baby photos? I'd love to see and maybe hear some cool or fun stories ya got up ya sleeve, Nakaou!

"MMM.. I don't actually have grub pictures of Me. Not the fella Who has eM, yer' tellin' Me Jae or Keji Weren't the one's shoWin' eM?"

"Weird."

"Eh. But not the Weirdest. Heh."

"But good stories.. hMM."

"I used ta' get into soMe real Mischief. Fer' a While I'd shopift froM soMe places. Usually ta' get My uh.."

->He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.. he looks a little uncomfortable for a minute but shrugs

"My Moirail soMe snacks his ancestors Wouldn't let hiM have or soMething as a gift. Guy didn't have a lot of possessions even if he Was a violet."

"Kept eM at My place or he'd have em nabbed.."

"But Man.. I think soMe fleet Was on back on planet and caught Me nabbin'."

"Guy chased Me outta that fuckin' store. Neheh.. He caught Me, duh. Whole groWn ass troll versus soMe scraWny lil' kid."

"Guy Was really layin' into Me till he realized I Was a purple and just gave hiM soMe puppy dog eyes and told hiM I Was just tryin' ta get My quad a gift. Really hamed it up."

"Basically a sWat on the Wrist froM eM."

"Turned out the person runnin' the store Was too scared to say anythin' about Me grabbin' shit too. IM still payin' her back. SloWly but surely."

"..But I Was just happy to see hiM happy about that duMb toy I pocketed.."

->He taps the side of his face..

"I also used ta' sneak into bars n' clubs When I Was in the city. Real fun, got doted on a lot nehehe. Maybe not the best place ta' be but I used to get a lotta head pats!"

".. and I used to pickpocket soMe of eM.."

".. But a lotta that is Way behind, ya?"

"I proMise IM on better behavior noW!"

"Not stuff I feel too good about."

#Nakaou #ic #ask #long #💜 #naka child hood

[luxeavenger]

Happy Halloween

Day 31 Kinktober prompt: Role play

Rating: Explicit (18+only)

Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader

Words: 3738

Warnings: Roleplay, costumes, priest!steve, demon!bucky, nun!reader, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), anal fingering, object insertion, anal beads, double penetration (in two holes), derogatory language: slut (affectionate), felching, come eating, collar, spanking, aftercare, blasphemy (a LOT of it), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

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You finally put the finishing touches on your nun outfit, excited about heading to the costume contest at the local strip club later with you and your super soldiers all dressed up. When you step out of the bathroom there’s music playing, something with a grinding, erotic beat. Earlier that day Clint switched out all the light bulbs in the main area for red ones, so the whole inside of the RV looks like the setting for a horror movie.

Steve’s dressed up as a priest. He looks kinda holy, but also a lot like trouble. It’s a simple getup: black pants, long sleeve black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a white clerical collar. His golden fauxhawk is styled into a messy pompadour. His shirt is just this side of too tight, and every time he moves his tattoo-covered arms, his shirt sleeves look like they’re going to split right up the middle. And his black skinny jeans are just snug enough to show off his narrow waist, and plump ass. He has a big black rosary dangling from one wrist.

He looks like he could absolve you of your sins, then fuck ‘em right back into you.

Bucky, on the other hand, is barely dressed at all. As Steve's pet demon, his only item of clothing is a pair of shredded and faded Daisy Dukes. They show off the long line of his tattooed legs and accentuate the corded muscle of his thighs. He has kohl eyeliner smudged over his lids, and a gnarled set of devil horns growing out of his forehead. Digging into his Adam’s apple is a brand new, black, custom-leather collar, with a heavy o-ring dangling over his throat. Clipped to the ring is a chain leash, the other end is wrapped around Steve’s wrist.

Earlier, when Steve buckled the collar around Bucky’s neck he made sure it was just a touch too tight, and Bucky nearly went feral.

When you step into the room, Steve is sitting on the stained, threadbare couch, with his thighs spread wide and his arms casually lying over the back of the sofa. Bucky’s sitting on Steve’s outstretched legs facing the seated man, grinding and gyrating his hips. The lap dance is slow and dirty. The muscles in Bucky’s back flexing and rolling like ocean waves. His hips sway hypnotically in time to the music. Steve keeps the leash pulled taut, so Bucky lets out a throaty moan every time one of them applies extra tension to it.

They’re absolutely lost in each other’s company.

You aren’t at all upset that they haven’t noticed you yet, so you sit on the edge of your bunk as quietly as possible to watch them enjoy each other. Soon, Steve is opening the front of their pants so he can get their cocks out. He takes them both in one big hand and jacks them slowly.

“Oh shit, Stevie,” Bucky groans, immediately rolling his hips to fuck into Steve’s grip. “I like that.”

“Yeah?” Steve purrs. “I can tell. You’re so fuckin’ hard, Buck.”

“Cock feels so good against mine.”

“How about when I do this?” Steve asks, before hooking his pinky finger in Bucky’s PA piercing, and tugging it in time with his strokes over their shafts.

Bucky’s voice is a low rumble, “Oh god, harder. Fuck, like that.”

Steve smiles up at him. “‘S that feel good, nasty boy?”

Bucky groans an affirmative in response.

“You fucking love it. You’re getting my finger wet. Your desperate fucking cock is leaking all over me.”

“‘S because you make me feel so good, Stevie.”

Steve tilts his face up toward Bucky, and tugs on his leash. “Gimmie a kiss then, nasty boy.”

With a whimper, Bucky meets Steve halfway, and they greedily bite and lick at each other. Steve twists the hand around their dicks, and Bucky throws his head back with a moan.

You must make a noise of your own because their eyes turn toward you. They smile at you and rest their heads together.

“Well? Let’s see you,” Steve urges, still jacking their dicks.

You stand, and fluff your veil, doing a slow turn while they catcall you. Your outfit is pretty simple as well, a black see-through mesh crop-top with electrical tape crosses covering your nipples, a black vinyl micro-mini skirt that just barely comes past your ass, a black and white veil, and black thigh-high fishnet stockings.

“You look good enough to eat,” Bucky says with a wicked grin, licking his lips for emphasis.

“Right back atcha, Buck,” you grin.

“Get over here,” Steve beckons you over.

You knee up on the couch and Bucky’s hand goes around your neck to pull you in for a kiss. Steve urges you to lift your shirt up so he can get his mouth on your tits, the hand that isn’t on their cocks smooths up the inside of your thigh. Steve’s calloused fingertips slide through the moisture dripping down your legs. He hisses.

“Fuck, you’re already soaked, doll,” he licks you off his fingertips, and dips his hand under your skirt with a deep groan. He slips two fingers inside you, pulls them out, and taps Bucky’s cheek. He breaks the kiss, and Steve slips his fingers into Bucky’s mouth and fucks them in and out while Bucky licks them clean.

“More,” he murmurs when Steve’s fingers are clean.

You swat Steve’s hand away when he comes back for more. You shove Bucky’s shoulder, “You know damn well where to get more if you want it so bad.”

“Lemme go Steve.”

As soon as Steve’s hand is off his dick, Bucky’s on you. He’s got his tongue in your cunt before you even register that the world is suddenly inverted. Bucky has your shoulders on the couch cushions, your ass propped up against the back of it aimed at the ceiling, and your tiny skirt bunched up around your waist. You don’t even have it in you to complain, because he’s grinding his cock against you, and his tongue is working its magic inside you.

Bucky’s leash is cool against the back of your thigh, and it rattles and sways when Steve knees up onto the sofa next to you. He’s already shimmied out of his jeans and shed his shirt. He takes your hand and kisses your palm before guiding it to his cock.

Steve nibbles the back of your thigh, rumbling against it when you stroke a fist up his shaft. He palms over your ass cheek, and smacks it with a resounding crack. The warm weight of his hand disappears, then two spit-slick fingers are pressing into your asshole. You moan and squirm, and there’s another smack to your ass, this time it’s Bucky.

“I wanna eat your pussy, not chase it. Stay fucking still,” he growls against your cunt.

“I’m trying,” you whimper.

“Not very hard obviously,” he says, smacking you again right over the first handprint, and the sting goes directly to your cunt, making you groan, and push against Steve’s fingers. “See?” Bucky barks. “We’re barely even doing anything yet, kitten. And we can make it a whole lot harder if you don’t stop.”

Bucky slides three fingers into your cunt, and twists them inside you until you groan his name. Fingers spread your pussy lips, and Bucky hawks a wad of spit over your clit, and gets his tongue on it.

Between their fingers, and Bucky’s sinful goddamn mouth, it isn’t long before you come, rocking your hips every time Bucky’s tongue flicks your over-sensitive clit.

“You still can’t fucking hold still can you?”

“No,” you say softly. “But I’m trying.” You’re pouting now.

Suddenly everyone’s fingers are gone, and you whine. Bucky shushes you.

You hear a soft rattling noise, then Steve’s thumbs hook into your pussy, and spread you open. Something chilly dips into your entrance, and it’s the wrong shape and weight to be Bucky’s metal fingers. More of the soft jangling noise, and the chilliness continues to slip inside of you.

Suddenly it hits you, and you groan.

“B-Bucky, is that your leash?”

“Yeah. Do you want me to stop?”

“If you stop I will never speak to you again.”

He huffs a laugh, “That’s what I thought.”

His fingers move to circle your clit, and more chain slips into you. You’re starting to feel the weight of it inside you. It’s not huge: four feet of stainless steel, two-inch straight-link chain, but as it settles in the cradle of your body it feels more substantial than it did when you were skipping around the hardware store with it in your hand earlier.

Well, I guess I know why he was so aggro about cleaning it earlier, you think.

Every time you squirm the chain shifts a little. It’s strange, but not unpleasant. Then a section of it slides over your g-spot, and you groan a curse.

“Jesus, doll. You’re so wet I can barely keep my fingers inside you.”

You slur, “Not supposed to say that, Stevie.”

“Say what?”

“You took the lord’s name in vain. You’re not a very good priest.”

“Oh fuck. You’re right,” he snorts. “Then I guess it probably won’t hurt to tell you my rosary is actually anal beads, and they’re going up your ass as soon as I’m done helping Bucky.”

“Fuck,” you groan.

Steve gasps, “That wasn’t very holy of you!”

With a huff, you point out, “You started it!” Steve nips at your ass cheek and you yelp. It moves the chain again, and you groan when it shifts against your walls.

The chain is still attached to Bucky’s collar, he unclips himself for a moment, and bends over to give you an upside-down kiss. As soon as he does, Steve spits on your hole, and starts slipping beads into your ass.

You whimper into Bucky’s kiss. “Are you okay? Are you comfortable?” he asks.

“I’m totally okay, I just really fucking need to come,” you whimper, trying not to focus on the way each bead stretches your asshole right before Steve pops it past your rim.

He grins, “I think we can give you a hand with that.”

As soon as Steve has stuffed the last bead into you, Bucky reattaches the leash to his collar, and starts sucking on your clit and dipping his fingers into your pussy to rub over your sweet spot. Steve is alternating between fucking you with his fingers, and the top part of the cross at the end of his anal beads. You’re moaning, and squirming as much as their iron grip on you allows. Between the two of them, and their props it doesn’t take long at all for you come. You sink your nails into Bucky’s thick thighs, and wail their names as your whole body throbs in time with the pulse of your climax.

“Jesus fucking christ,” you gasp.

Steve’s big hand cracks down on your ass, and you swear he hits you hard enough you can feel the sting of his chunky rings branded into the meat of your ass. “That wasn’t very nun-like of you,” he tsks. “None of that was, actually.”

“Fuck you, Steve,” you mean to sound cross, but they’re both emptying your holes, so it just comes out sounding all feathery and aroused.

“That’s a great idea, doll, because I am having some impure fuckin’ thoughts right now.”

By the time the beads and chain are out of you, you’re sweaty, groaning, and desperate. You’ve been moaning fuck me, fuck me for awhile, and you’re almost certain that a light breeze is all it would take to make you come.

The world goes right-side-up again when Steve pulls you into his lap. He drops you onto his cock, sinking into your ass with a rumbling groan.

Bucky kneels in front of you, and slips three fingers into your cunt, and leans over to whisper in your ear. “I wish you could see how fucking worked up you’ve got Steve right now. I can’t wait to get my cock in you, but Stevie’s desperate to get his come in you.” He nudges his nose against the helix of your ear, and coos, “So why don’t you let him come in your tight little ass first, then I’ll get my dick in this wet fucking cunt?”

“Okay, Bucky,” you sigh against his cheek.

“Mmm. There’s my good little slut,” he purrs. “Maybe we could help him out a little. Think you can come on his cock” he nips your earlobe, “slut?”

It’s a stupid question, because it would be harder to not come at this point. On top of the way Steve’s stretching your ass with his fat dick, there’s Bucky’s fingers, and his filthy fucking mouth to contend with. And you want to say things—maybe even smart things—but the only word you’ve got for him is yeah.

“There’s my good girl,” he growls low and quiet. “Now why don’t you milk his cock with that sweet little asshole and come for him like a good slut.”

As predicted, that’s all it takes, your head thunks back against Steve’s shoulder when you come. Your back arches almost painfully. You huff out a moan with each slap of his hips against your ass, and reach out for something to hold. Steve throws his arm around your chest, and you cling to it desperately.

Even as his cock throbs inside you and fills your ass with his come, he’s whispering in your ear, “I’ve got you. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Bucky’s thumbs pinch your chin to make you look at him. “Are you okay, princess?” Everytime you open your mouth only whimpers and moans come out. You nod. “If you’re okay, tap my chin.” You lift a finger, and skritch it through his short beard until you get to the cleft in his chin.

“Boop,” you giggle.

It makes Bucky smile. “Someone’s a little cock drunk, huh?” You giggle again and nod. “Are you done?” You shake your head. “You still wanna go?” An emphatic nod makes him chuckle. “God, you’re such a good girl for us,” he murmurs against your lips. You hum happily when he slides his fingers into your pussy.

Steve’s still hard inside you, and he groans in your ear when your hips rock to meet Bucky’s fingers.

Bucky nibbles on your bottom lip before asking, “Is my little cock-drunk slut ready to get dicked down?”

As it turns out, you are able to make a word come out. Two of them actually: fuck yes. You’d like to mentally pat yourself on the back, but Bucky starts pushing his cock into you, and all that pride goes out the window. You just keep showing off your two favorite words: fuckyesfuckyesfuckyes.

As soon as Bucky bottoms out Steve pins you against his chest so they can start fucking you.

Looking to ground yourself a little, you dig your fingers into the arm Steve’s using to keep you pinned, while your other hand looks for somewhere to grab Bucky. You can’t seem to grip his metal arm because of the thin layer of sweat coating your hand. So you hook your fingers under his collar for some skin-to-skin contact.

Even in the otherworldly crimson light you see Bucky’s pupils blow wide. He gasps, “Kitten,” in a way that sounds as much like a plea as it does a warning. You know what he means, but you want him to let go.

“C’mon,” you slur, and squeeze the thick leather hard enough that it creaks against your palm. You gasp when you feel the answering throb of his dick in your guts.

Steve helps you out by twisting the length of chain around his fist, slowly towing Bucky in close. Bucky bares his teeth, and growls low. Steve growls right back. “I believe,” he rumbles, hooking a finger through the o-ring, “the fucking lady said, come on,” he finishes by yanking the collar hard enough to pin Bucky against you.

Bucky makes a noise so visceral it bounces around your organs where he’s pressed up against your body. His hips snap, driving his cock into you so hard you feel the jolt all the way in your fucking molars. Steve’s got ahold of his collar now, so you abandon your grip on it, and wind your fingers into Bucky tangled hair instead, carefully avoiding his horns.

He grunts, “Kitten, fuck,” when you give his chestnut strands a tug.

Steve purrs in your ear, “Look at him, doll. He’s fucking wrecked. You’re the only thing he feels right now. Be a good girl and come for him.”

Steve’s command would be impossible to deny, even if you wanted to. But he’s right—Bucky is completely lost in you. It’s written all over his face, and in every straining muscle. So you come for him. You let go, and let him get lost in the clutch of your body. You wail his name, to remind him who you’re coming for, and gush over his cock.

Steve whispers, “Good girl, good girl,” against the damp skin of your neck with every squeeze of your body.

Bucky moans your name, rutting deep into you and unloading his twitching cock with an animal growl. An answering groan from Steve precedes the throb of his cock filling your ass with wet heat that spills out of your messy hole to drip down his balls.

He lifts you up just enough to slip out of you, and pulls your legs open. “Look how messy she is, Buck,” he chides, tugging on the leash twisted around his fist. “She can’t go out like this—her skirt barely covers her ass. We’re not letting other people see this pretty cunt dripping our come all night. Are we?” He slaps your pussy with a wet splat, pulls the leash so Bucky’s head is level with your cunt, and smacks his cheek. “Clean her up.”

Bucky licks a stripe through your folds with a groan. He laps at your cunt, dipping his fingers inside of you to tease out every briny drop of jizz he left behind. By the time he’s done you’re groaning, and squirming, whining for an orgasm.

Steve swirls his fingers over your clit. “Let him finish what he’s doing, doll.” You pout, but nod against Steve’s chest. “Good girl,” he whispers, lifting your legs higher so Bucky can root his tongue into your ass, sucking and slurping, and making you feel so good while he cleans you up that you come with just a few slips of Steve’s fingers against your sweet spot. Bucky digs his tongue into your asshole just to feel it squeeze and flutter when you come.

Another tug on the leash, Steve murmurs, “That’s enough.” He lets the chain fall to the floor so Bucky can sit back on heels. Steve shifts you sideways on his lap so he can cuddle you to his chest.

Bucky curls his knees to his chest, and wraps his arms around them. “You okay, Buck?” you ask, skritching your nails over his scalp.

“I am, kitten,” he hums. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. But c’mere,” you wave your hand, until he climbs up onto the couch beside Steve. You push yourself over into his lap and give him a hug. He buries his face in your neck, and drags in several deep breaths. His muscles loosen with every inhale.

“I love you,” he finally sighs against your skin.

“Oh, Bucky,” you nuzzle against his hair, huffing the comforting, familiar scent of him, “I love you too.”

Steve gets up to clean himself and grab a couple wet rags so he can do the same with you and Bucky. He shoos you off Bucky’s lap so he can check on him first.

“Thank you, Stevie,” Bucky says softly while Steve mops his face up.

“You’re welcome, Buck,” Steve smiles tenderly. “Your eyeliner is a mess now though,” he chuckles.

“‘S okay. I’m a demon. Not supposed to be pretty anyway.”

“You couldn’t stop being pretty if you tried,” Steve says, stroking over Bucky’s cheekbone with his thumb.

“Mmm, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I love you, pretty boy.”

Bucky huffs, “Love you too, Stevie.”

A gentle tug on Bucky’s collar, “You okay keeping this on?”

Bucky nods vigorously. “Please.”

“Alright, but you tell me if it gets to be too much, okay?”

“I will.”

“Good boy.” The praise makes Bucky’s eyes flutter shut.

“Okay, sweet girl, your turn,” Steve turns his attention to you. “Look at you. You’re gorgeous, princess. The sluttiest nun I’ve ever seen.”

You giggle, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Are you okay?”

“Of course.”

“That’s good.”

He tidies your face, then makes you stand so he can wipe over your thighs, and tug your skirt down from where it’s bunched up around your waist. “Aww. It's wrinkled. And there’s a big hole in your fishnet here.” He wiggles his finger into the hole and pulls it away from your leg.

“It’s okay. I’ll take them off. I don’t need them.”

“Here, let me, princess.” He helps you out of the ruined thigh highs, and into your combat boots. “There you are. Fucking gorgeous. Every priest’s wet dream.”

You laugh, “Only yours, Stevie.”

“Especially mine.”

Bucky has slipped back into his shorts, and laced up his shitkickers. He’s made a loop in his leash, and he’s trying to lasso his own foot. “Get dressed, pip squeak,” he gripes. “We were supposed to leave an hour ago.”

“I know, I know,” Steve grunts, looking for his clothes.

“Your pants are here, Stevie,” you retrieve them from under the couch.

“Here’s your other thingie,” Bucky says, handing over Steve’s clerical collar.

“Ahha! Shirt!” Steve says triumphantly. He ducks into the bathroom to check the mirror.

“Aww man. Someone got come stains all over my shirt.”

“Calm down, I’m sure between the three of us there is another black shirt around here somewhere,” Bucky says with a dramatic eye roll.

“Here’s a racerback tank top of Bucky’s?” you offer the first item of black clothing you come across.

“It’s not very priest-like…” Steve squints at it.

Bucky shrugs, “Unless… You’re a priest who is sexy as fuck?”

Steve looks at you.

You nod in confirmation. “I agree. You would look sexy as fuck.”

“Tank top it is then.”

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[conagherwilbur]

I present to you...

Stop-Motion Photos!!

[from the Fireman Sam Annual 1988 !]

I LOVE THESE SO MUCH these are ... mostly the reason why i bought the annual before waiting for a better price (fucking $70 for the bastard)

i Cannot under any circumstances wait to receive my daily dose of puppet people /j

Here we go! Teeny Jupiter on an unspecified road! I’ve never noticed that ladder before in the show, i wonder if Pontypandy was sort of built by water originally?? or maybe that road is built across a mini dam; I remember in one of the buzz books there was a story about everyone going to the beach and idk if it specified how close or far it was from the village but 👀 there were houses in the background.

Have i ever said how much i love Normans stupid little haircut.. ITS LIKE HE NEVER COMBS IT its a fuckimg mop turn him upside down and drag him across the floor. no but please give him a lil ponytail or a bun and watch him suffer /hj ALSO THE FLOWERING PLANT GROWING FROM THE TOP OF THAT VIADUCT,, I LOVE HOW MUCH DETAIL THERE IS IN ALL THE SETS!

We can get a good look at Dilys’s hair in this, kind of forgot she has hair OOPS.. but like for real i wonder what it would look like when her curlers were taken out?? hate or love the girl she’s got to have some bitchin’ hair /pos

AS WELL AS SAM, IDK WHAT IT IS ABOUT THESE PICTURES BUT ITS JUST..... SO INVIGORATING TO SEE THEIR FACES UP CLOSE IN HIGH QUALITY LO0K AT THE MAN!! LOOK AT HIS STUPID PAPER MOUTH i want to eat it . and the way his quiff fucking dips down at the end I LOVE HOW UNKEMPT IT LOOKED IN THE FIRST THREE SEASONS LIKE YEAH HONEY GO JUST GET UP AND BRUSH YOUR HAIR WITH A TOOTHBRUSH

Here's Bella, the awesome woaman who didn’t deserve to be stereotyped as an idiot in most of the booksssss 😬 but like... ngl damn she looks fine *wrist flick* not that im a lesbian but......................... /hj

anyways i would love to see her hair upclose its so fucking pretty I LOVE her sense of fashion too bih pleasge let me see the rest of your wardrobe

the puppies :) i have no idea what kind of hairstyle James is supposed to have AT ALL but.. i kind of like to think he styles it a bit after his uncle, but his hair is longer so he makes do with a hefty fuckin cowlick and omf PLEASE with the little hairs sticking out on the crown of their heads i want that utilized more in general please

also also im kinda jealous of Sarah’s overalls girl please who tf made those for you or WHERE DID YOU BUY THEM bc i want pink overalls with a scenic tree in the center

Poopiter once again pulling into the fire station driveway.. love how awkward and unbalanced the house on the left is LOL i also rly like the implications that Pontypandy has a very condensed neighborhood area and the high street (inlcudes Dilys’s shop, Bella’s cafe, the park) is rly the only market place in town n then the outskirts are almost NOTHING

EELIVS MY BELOVED HELLO!! I LOVE this picture for... two reasons mostly, one is because of Elvis thats literally it. jk but GOD im .imfm,,, i love how he’s so tall his shirt sleeves (and sometimes the collar) stick out of his uniform and ig his hair looks so malleable i want to compress it with a hydraulic press. i wonder how much pomade he goes through in a week?? the other reason is that... Jupiter’s tire looks VERY out of place, in the sense that it looks like she’s almost tilted to the side somehow?? Like gurl you dont look like you’re planted on the ground 🙄

AND THEN FINALLY THIS ONE!! This is the exact picture Sam keeps on his nightstand minus Sarah and James, which is super cool to me honestly;;; bc like i can just imagine they were both plucked from the set after their picture was taken and just shoved somewhere else (delicately, they are flowers) Theres two versions of Fireman Sam i love; one is the show and the other is the puppets themselves. i have such a burning desire to go and rob them from whoever owns them and just. holld them 🥺 do i overshare my thoughts? yes i do but this may be the only chance i get and im going at it 100%

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im... so sorry for literally only posting random pictures from all the annuals i own and that are also NOT ONLINE FOR PEOPLE TO VIEW... I SWEAR ill upload them all to internet archive at some point

i also need to .yknow WRITE, OR DRAW AND NOT JUST SHARE TEHSE although yall seem to like them :) unfortunately tho there aren’t any other pictures like these in the annuals :(

anyway YES HERE YOU GO another weeks-worth of me rambling about pictures of puppets i love with all my heart

#fireman sam #elvis cridlington #jupiter the fire engine #dilys price #norman price #sarah and james #station officer steele #childrens books #im flooding the fs tag you guys im so sorry #i usually never branch out and share this much with whatever else im in #im NEW AT BELONGING TO A COMMUNITY IN GENERAL

[quokkacore]

can you dig it? (m) [kim doyoung & kim jungwoo]

summary: post concert highs can be a real bummer, and tonight, after a particularly intense performance, your boyfriends help you come down.

pairing: kim doyoung x kim jungwoo x fem!reader

genre: poly!au, 70s!au, band!au, smut, fluff

warnings: drug usage (weed specifically), mentions of other substances (lsd and cocaine), shotgunning, established poly relationship, soft dom jungwoo, mentioned switch jungwoo, hard dom doyoung, sub reader, high sex, sex on a water bed!!, unprotected sex, spit kink, they're all so sweaty help, mxm, degradation kink, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, minor possessiveness

song recs: don’t stop - fleetwood mac // unlock it (feat. kim petras & jay park) - charli xcx // love her madly - the doors // ziggy stardust - david bowie // rhiannon - fleetwood mac // eclipse - kim lip (loona) // flick of the wrist - queen

word count: 5.4k

a/n: this is for my best friend, who i love with all my heart,bc last month we were talking abt the dowoo photoshoot and she said smth about high sex with dowoo. happy birthday queen <3 thank u for listening to me complain abt writing all the time :’)

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Friday, July 22rd, 1977

The concert hall smelled like cocaine and sweat, you noted to yourself as the three of you joined hands to bow. Cheers from the crowd bounced off of the walls as you bid them your final goodbye, wishing them a good night and telling them to drive safe. Still, their chanting persisted. "Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel!" 

You wondered vaguely if this was what it was like to be a young god.

The curtain lowered, and the three of you were ushered offstage, to take some pictures and then head back to the hotel, to try and get some rest before you were off to Philadelphia, some five or so hours from where you were now: Boston. 

Truthfully, everything passed in a blur. It was almost always like this after these concerts. The thrill and euphoria of performing made it difficult to focus on things. That might have also been because Jungwoo had passed you a joint before the concert. You couldn't be completely sure.

Your tambourine and guitar seemingly disappeared, but you knew it would show up tomorrow for soundcheck when you got to the Philadelphia venue, right along with Jungwoo's bass guitar and Doyoung's drum kit.

What you did know was that here, in the car back to the hotel that your manager was driving, lecturing you and Jungwoo about the importance of being sober when talking to reporters, Doyoung had a hand on your thigh, and that was all you could focus on. 

Doyoung was high too. You knew this because ten minutes before you were needed on stage he pulled you forward by the hips and told you to take a few hits from the hand rolled joint and blow the smoke into his mouth. Of course, he wasn't as high as you and Jungwoo were, and he knew how to hide it better. But if you were to get close enough you'd notice the redness rimming his eyes, the dilation of his pupils.

The three of you were something, that was for sure. You had been, probably ever since Jungwoo joined the band, some eight years ago, in the fall of '69. You only really defined what you were once you got your first big hit thanks to some disc jockey in LA playing a song you had written, Calabasas, on the radio back in '73. 

The song had blown up, and suddenly the three of you were whisked into a whirlwind of celebrities, drugs, paparazzi and producers who thought the three of you were born yesterday. Yes, you were college kids that ran on booze and weed, but you weren’t complete morons. That was when the three of you sat down to properly discuss boundaries, what slid and what didn’t.

You and your boys decided that night that weren’t down with the idea of everyone knowing. Too many prying eyes. The public didn’t really know, because the press would have a damn field day. 

Other than that, it was a pretty open secret. In the industry, who was going around with who didn’t really matter—a lot of them were too off their face to even care. You realized that a few years back when David Bowie walked in on you watching Jungwoo and Doyoung get it on in a bathroom at some afterparty in New York City, and closed the door muttering something about how strong the edibles were.

 So, what your manager said fell on deaf ears. Too much weed, too much adrenaline, too much energy for someone who needed to head back onto the road in a few hours.

 When you finally got back to the hotel, Jungwoo grabbed your hand in the elevator on the way up to your rooms, which were right next to each other. "You said that your bed was really big… can we come up?"

You nodded, leaning against his arm. Doyoung hummed affectionately at the sight, noting how tired you both were. 

"You two are about five seconds from passing out," Doyoung mumbled, and you waved your hand in denial. 

"Are not," you protested like a child.

"Y/N, don't be a chump. I'm pretty sure if Woo weren't next to you, you'd have fallen over."

You didn't have the energy to counter, and as the elevator slid open, you were the first one to march out, ready to just take a cold shower and die for the next few hours. 

Realistically, you knew that wasn't what would happen. What would happen was that you would shower, get into bed and then toss and turn for another hour or so. Only then would the adrenaline truly wear off. The weed didn't help, making you feel sleepy. 

You unlocked the door, and Doyoung and Jungwoo gawked at the sight—and size—of your bed. It could probably fit all three of you easily. 

Since only one room would spark rumors, the manager usually booked two: one for Doyoung and Jungwoo and one for you. Your room always went unused. Usually, you would have to push Doyoung's and Jungwoo's beds together to make enough room, leaving an awkward and uncomfortable dip for the person in the middle. Whoever got the middle was handed the terrible double edged sword: cuddles galore, but a sore back in the morning. 

Immediately Jungwoo jumped onto the bed, gasping and immediately laughed gleefully as the bed sloshed underneath him. 

"A water bed!?" He exclaimed, splaying out his limbs. "Oh, far out. You really lucked out, dollface." 

He kicked off his shoes and curled up in the middle, eyes fluttering shut. You followed, sitting at the side as you peeled off your white leather go-go boots. Throwing yourself down next to him, you sighed at the sensation of waves beneath you, and nodded. "Oh, this is ace," You murmured, "Feels great."

Peeling one eye open as Jungwoo wrapped his arm around you, your gaze landed on Doyoung, who was still leaning against the wall. You beckoned him over with a hand. "C'mere, princey." 

He made sure that the air conditioner was working before sitting down on the other side of Jungwoo, for which you were grateful. The still drying sweat on the back of your neck and on your chest started to cool instantly. You and Jungwoo giggled as Doyoung’s weight sent waves rippling beneath you.

"So, are you guys gonna sleep or what?" Doyoung asked, kicking his shoes off as well and peeling off his denim jacket. His eyes were still wide open and he didn't look tired at all. "I'm probably staying up a little later, I have some ideas for some lyrics I want to get down—"

"I would love to sleep. But I can't," Jungwoo declared before glancing knowingly at the both of you, "and neither can either of you." 

You hummed in agreement. "Hmm, you're not wrong. Too much energy left."

You turned to bury your face into his chest. His forest green short-sleeved button up was only buttoned up halfway, easily revealing his collarbones. He smelled like pot, sweat, and designer cologne. His chest rumbled as he continued to speak. 

"What about you, bunny boy? You can't tell me you don't still feel it."

"The weed or the concert jitters?" Doyoung's voice was raspy, cautious. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going. Once you and Jungwoo ganged up on him, it wouldn't take long to wear him down.

"Both," You and Jungwoo said in unison. You laughed at the sound. Doyoung chuckled as well, and you cracked your eyes open, despite how cozy you felt with Jungwoo stroking the skin of your nape.

"Well, the jitters are still there. That's why I'm staying up. As for the weed… well, yeah. I still feel it."

Jungwoo sighed. "How's the weed hitting you, though?"

"Honestly?" Doyoung's eyes met yours, and you felt something simmer in your chest. He huffed, deciding to take a bite of the apple, and leaned towards the both of you. 

"The weed, plus watching you two perform… Safe to say I'm pretty fuckin' horny right now."

You bit your lip, giving him a sleepy grin. "Oh, Woo, we turned him on." The teasing tone wasn't missed despite the sleepiness in your tone. 

"And what about it?" Doyoung asked, leaning back on his hands. "You can't say that watching Jungwoo do the thing doesn't get you going."

"I have a thing?" 

"We all have a thing, Woo. Princey's over there is at the end of Mr. Jones' Motorcycle. You know, when he finishes the solo? He always throws his head back, because there's sweat and hair in his eyes. You can see his neck and shit..."

Jungwoo blinked. "Shit, that is his thing… What's mine?"

You raised an eyebrow at Doyoung. "His is the thing where he gets so into it that he throws his head back and plays, and still manages to get every bass note right, right?" 

Doyoung nodded with a satisfied hum. "Gets you going, right?"

You brought a hand up to Jungwoo's chest, slowly sliding it down his stomach. Your voice lowered to a raspy murmur, and Jungwoo's hand tightened around your waist. "Damn right it does." 

"And plus, you both have told me that watching me put together the drum kit is hot."

"'Cause it is!" Again you laughed as Jungwoo said the same thing you did. 

"Jungwoo." Doyoung's voice sounded thicker. "You can't tell me that Y/N isn't an absolute vixen on stage." 

"You're right," The younger man answered, voice gruff. His hand slid down, gripping your butt and giving it a light squeeze, before directing his words at you. "Oh! Y/N, your thing is when—you know how every time you play the transition from Calabasas to Saturn’s Rings you sway your hips and flip your hair back and forth? Sometimes you’ll look at me or at Doyoung while you do, and you looked at me tonight. You're a little tease up there, dollface."

Your breath hitched at their words. “Oh, yeah?” You goaded, cuddling further into Jungwoo’s chest. You let a coy smile grace your face as your eyes fluttered shut. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Don’t be a brat,” Doyoung growled.

“No, Doie,” Jungwoo hummed. He suddenly sounded a lot more awake. “...What would you have her do about it?”

Your eyes fluttered open, swallowing despite the sudden dryness in your throat. Doyoung's pupils were still blown wide, but you were pretty sure it wasn't because of the weed. He licked his lips. "Princess, get on your knees." 

Jungwoo prompted you up, pulling you up to stand at the side of the bed. Doyoung circled around the bed, before standing next to Jungwoo. Your gaze fluttered between your two boyfriends, one looking stern, the other looking like he was having the time of his life. 

Quietly, you lowered yourself to kneel on the plush carpet, fingers gripping the silver fabric of your dress' skirt to hike it up, so that you wouldn't kneel on it. Your hands itched to reach for them but you knew you needed to ask for permission. "Can I touch you?" 

Doyoung smiled, reaching for his belt. "There's our good girl," He said. Your mouth was already watering embarrassingly as you helped him undo his belt, pulling him out of his boxers. He was already half hard, and as you lifted your hand to spit in it, someone grabbed you gently by the rest. Jungwoo leaned over, turning your hand to reveal your palm to him. His eyes seemed to burn into yours as he let his spit fall into the palm of your hand. You felt your legs close, thighs trying to rub together at the sight. 

"Go on," Jungwoo murmured, using a hand on your jaw to move your head. Your eyes fell on Doyoung's cock again, slowly getting harder and harder. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly as you met his smoldering gaze. You stroked him until he was rock hard in your grip, and his breathing turned heavy. Again, you swallowed, and Doyoung noticed this time. 

“What is it, princess? You want it in your mouth?”

“Yes, please,” You whispered, eyes wide. He chuckled breathily, head tipping back as you ran your thumb over the slit. His eyes met Jungwoo’s, who was palming himself through his pants.  

“What do you think, baby?” He asked him.

“Don’t be mean, Doyoung,” Jungwoo said softly. “Look at her, she’s desperate. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You whined, nodding. The pair chuckled. Jungwoo grinned at the state you were already in. “Go ahead, dollface. Give it a kiss.”

Before Doyoung could say anything else, you took his dick into your mouth, and let out a soft moan at how heavy he felt, hot and pulsing. He let out a guttural groan of your name, a hand burying itself in your hair. His other hand gripped Jungwoo’s shirt, pulling him forward to meet in a tongue-filled kiss. 

Slowly, Doyoung’s hips started rocking back and forth, grinding into your mouth. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t fit, as well as his balls. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying to relax so as to not gag on his length. But when he sped up, it became too much to avoid. 

A tap on your shoulder, and Doyoung let you off of his cock. You turned your head to look up at a very flushed Jungwoo, who had pulled his dick out of his pants as well. The words, “Me too?” tumbled out of his swollen lips. And with that gentle, breathy tone, who were you to disobey?

You wrapped your lips around Jungwoo, who hissed at the sudden heat of your mouth. From there, something primal inside of you took control, wanting nothing more than to please—you took turns sucking them off and stroking them, the muffled sounds of their moaning spurring you on.

It was always like this—during sex, Doyoung was the meaner one, manhandling you and throwing degrading words in your face that made your stomach curl in sick pleasure. He was the one who could put you in your place when you became too bratty to handle. Jungwoo was gentler, but he was all too content to watch Doyoung toss you around. He would always swoop in after Doyoung took you apart, and piece you back together. He’d tell you how good you were, how good you made the both of them feel, and while he definitely didn’t treat you like fragile porcelain, he definitely didn’t leave as many bruises as Doyoung did. 

And then, when they were both done, they’d shower you in kisses, and whisper in your ear how grateful they were to love you, and say some philosophical thing about eternal love and the cosmos that you’d always be too fucked out to comprehend, but that made your heart do a backflip regardless. 

“Shit,” Jungwoo groaned, pulling away from Doyoung’s lips. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum.” 

You pulled off of Doyoung to look up at Jungwoo. “In my—in my mouth, please, Woo.”

He nodded, licking his lips as his hands fisted themselves in your hair, gripping but not pulling as he allowed you to touch him the way you wanted. His hands gathered the loose strands into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide your mouth up and down his hot cock. His hips bucked into your willing mouth, the sound of his hissing and his moaning getting louder and louder, until… 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N… Y/N!" He groaned, as he came into your mouth. His head tipped back, which gave Doyoung access to his neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin. This sight was worth the bitter taste that coated your tongue: one of your lovers in ecstasy while the other anchored him to the ground. 

He left his dick in your mouth for a moment, before pulling out with a shaky breath. Doyoung pulled away, letting him breathe. As Jungwoo caught his breath, Doyoung pulled you up, and he sat on the bed, bringing you down with him to straddle his lap. 

You turned your head to face Jungwoo, who smiled at you, coming closer to the both of you. One of his hands patted the top of your head. "That was wicked," He said. 

Doyoung smiled softly, and gripped your chin to get you to face him. His sweet grin didn't disappear as his grip forced your mouth open. He groaned at the sight of your tongue coated in Jungwoo's semen. 

"Gorgeous," He mumbled, eyes trained on your lips as it began to spill out. 

"Kiss her," Jungwoo told him, "You know you want to."

So he did, his tongue almost immediately slipping past your lips to get a taste of Jungwoo for himself, swallowing it down greedily. Your hands came up to unbutton his black dress shirt, and his hands pushed up the skirt of your dress to get you to rock your hips against his. You gasped against his mouth at the feeling of only your soaked panties separating him and you, before pushing the shirt off of him. 

He moved to lie you down on the bed. As he pulled away from you, you caught his tongue slipping out to lick at a dribble of Jungwoo's cum on his lips. To make matters even worse, the bed was rolling beneath you, making your head spin. 

Jungwoo pulled his shirt off before he sat down behind you. Meanwhile, Doyoung moved down your body, parting your legs. He prompted you to sit up, resting your back against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your earlobe as Doyoung peeled your underwear off of you, biting his lip at the sight of your drooling pussy. 

"You're absolutely drenched, princess. And all from sucking our cocks, huh?"

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as Jungwoo's lips began kissing along your jaw. When you didn't say anything, Jungwoo pinched your sides gently. "Use your words, doll," He whispered. From behind you, his eyes met Doyoung's. "You're gonna keep being our good little girl, right?"

"Y-yes, Jungwoo." Your hand lifted itself to press against his cheek, a silent plea for more kisses. He smiled against your skin. 

"Atta girl," He praised, "On your best behavior for us tonight, huh?" 

"The little slut's just being good because she wants to get fucked, Woo. Don't get it twisted." 

"Please, Doie," You pleaded at the mention of being fucked, "Need it."

The older man chuckled lowly, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit. 

"Told you."

His tongue pressed itself against your hole, and you immediately cried out. You would have immediately started grinding against Doyoung's face if it weren't for Jungwoo's hands on your hips, holding you down and keeping it still. 

"I don't think you wanna do that," He murmured. His hands travelled underneath your skirt, gripping the silvery blue gossamer as he tried to lift it up. You did your best to keep your squirming at a minimum as you tried to help him get you out of it. Finally, the bell sleeves were pulled off, and you were left naked as the day you were born.

Jungwoo’s hands moved to your breasts, playing with them as he watched you whimper at the sensation of Doyoung’s mouth working at your folds. When he slipped his tongue inside, you keened, head falling against Jungwoo’s shoulder. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” He whispered. 

Your chest heaved, squirming up and down as he began to tug and pinch your nipples, calloused fingertips making you cry out.

Doyoung’s free hand gripped your thigh, and his fingers on the other hand slipped inside when he pulled his tongue out. Immediately, he plunged in two fingers, curling his fingers as he attempted to search for that one special spot.

"Ngh, Doie, faster, pleasepleaseplease." Your legs were trembling slightly now. 

"So fucking slutty," Doyoung mumbled, chuckling wickedly, "And all I had to do was stick my fingers inside." 

He complied with no protest, and the sensation of Doyoung stroking your walls and Jungwoo continuously pawing at your breasts caused a string of moans to come pouring out of your mouth. Jungwoo had been sucking a bruise into your clavicle, but leaned up to press his lips against yours. 

"Don't want anyone hearing what's meant for Doie and I," He said, lips brushing yours. 

The idea made you even needier, the double entendre making your head spin. Jungwoo didn't want anyone to hear you because if they did, rumors would spread. And on top of that? He didn't want anyone to hear. You were theirs. They were yours. This was a sacred ritual between bodies meant to be witnessed by only the three of you.

Your head felt like you were floating, even though your limbs felt like they were sinking into the watery mattress. A coil began to tighten in your stomach, and your soft whines, muffled by Jungwoo's plush lips, increased in pitch. 

They both knew what this meant, because a second later, Doyoung removed his fingers from your core, and Jungwoo pulled away, his hands moving from your breasts to rest on Doyoung's atop your hips. You were left reeling and breathing heavily, that familiar sensation floating away.

When you looked down at Doyoung, you swallowed at the sight of his lips, chin and fingers, all glistening with your wetness.

He lifted himself up off the mattress, and proceeded to sandwich your chest in between his own chest and Jungwoo’s back. He gripped his dick, rubbing it against your folds, which were now even more soaked than before.

"Tell me how much you want it, princess." He pressed his forehead against yours, hissing when the tip caught your clit. You let out a desperate whine, clinging to his broad shoulders. 

"Do—Doyoung, please fuck me," You begged, reeling at the sensation. He was so close, all he had to do was slide in. But he refused.

"Not good enough," He insisted.

"Doyoung, don't be mean," Jungwoo said, but he seemed to be more amused by your desperation than anything.

"No, I wanna hear how much she needs us."

You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to gather your words. Jungwoo's hands stroked your sides, trying to calm you down. "You doing alright, doll? You wanna take a breather?"

"We can always stop." Doyoung's voice had turned stable, secure, safe. He started pulling away, until you grabbed him by the forearm and shook your head. You opened your eyes, seeing concern in his eyes

“No,” You mumbled, “Jus’ want some water. Think there’s some in the minibar. ‘M really hot.”

Doyoung nodded, getting up and striding over to the small refrigerator on the other side of the room. He pulled out a water bottle, and popped open the cap before passing it to you. Jungwoo had taken to fanning your face lightly with his hand. You took several long swigs of water, before setting it on the nightstand.

“I’m fine,” You promised. “Can we please keep going? I can take it.”

Doyoung pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yeah,” You said with a nod. 

“Doyoung,” Jungwoo murmured, “Be careful.”

“I know, baby." He lowered his eyes to study your face. "I won’t go that hard on you, Y/N.”

You nodded, even though deep down you wanted to protest. You knew that this was probably the best route to take. You could already feel the high—from the weed and the concert—wearing off. You knew that if Doyoung were too rough you’d probably crash on the way down instead of float.

So, Jungwoo brushed some stray hair out of your sweaty face, and Doyoung grabbed your legs gently, wrapping them around his hips. Slowly, Doyoung eased in, and you sighed in satisfaction of finally being filled. He bit into your shoulder, taking deep heaving breaths as he let you get used to the sensation. Jungwoo took turns pressing kisses to the top of your head and the top of Doyoung’s head. 

“I love you both so much,” He whispered, “I’m so grateful the universe brought us together.” 

Doyoung looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “My baby,” He murmured against Jungwoo’s lips. He then turned to you and did the same, “My princess.”

You smiled at their words, but the need in your core was becoming unbearable. "Doie, Woo, I love you both so much," You murmured, "But Doyoung, if you don't move I'll pin you down and do it myself."

"And you were doing so well," Doyoung groaned with a laugh, before beginning to thrust his hips. It was a slow, torturous glide, and the way it caused the bed to rock left you dizzy in the best possible way. Doyoung was panting into your ear like some sort of beast, and you were whining softly with every cant of his hips.

"You must feel so good right now, huh, doll?" 

"Jung—woo," You moaned, clawing at his bicep.

"I know, dolly, I know." He sounded sympathetic enough, but the way he was grinding his dick against your ass suggested otherwise. "Bunny boy is just so good with those hips of his, hm?"

"H-he is!" You cried, "Feel so full, ah, Doyoung!" 

Doyoung's eyes met yours, and his hips picked up their pace, until your eyes rolled up into your head. Your head thrashed side to side, leaning against Jungwoo's shoulder. His mouth lowered once again to kiss at your neck, and your hand wrapped itself against his nape, while the other gripped Doyoung's shoulders.

Jungwoo's hands slithered down to where you and Doyoung were connected, and started rubbing at your clit. You shrieked, chest arching. Doyoung hissed. "Shit, do that again," He bit out, "Fuck, princess you just got so tight."

"D-Doie, harder!" 

Doyoung looked up at Jungwoo, the two having an unspoken conversation. A second later, Jungwoo gave a cautious nod. Doyoung smiled, before he adjusted his legs. Then…

Then. He began pounding into you at a breakneck pace. Your legs tightened around him, wanting him even deeper than before. 

"You love this, don't you? Our pretty little slut." His voice was tighter now, panting with exertion. You nodded. 

"Yes, yes! I'm your slut!" 

Doyoung grinned, before locking lips with you. His tongue dipped into your mouth, before letting you do the same to him. You could tell he was starting to feel something—he always kissed you or Jungwoo as a way of telling you he wouldn't last much longer. 

Truthfully, you could feel it coming too—your body felt like it was on fire, and your hips couldn't stop squirming. Whether it was towards Jungwoo's calloused fingers on your clit, Doyoung's cock, or away from both, you couldn't tell. Your moans were getting shriller too.

You clenched down on his length again, and he grit his teeth, grunting as his pace turned sloppy.

"C-c'mon, princey," You pleaded, "Give it to me, give it…"

"Shit, yes…" His head lolled onto your shoulder. "Gonna stuff you so full, princess, you'll be dripping—"

"Please! Oh, please—"

The two of you fell apart almost at the same time, your orgasm triggering Doyoung's a second later. Your mouth fell open, legs trembling and heart pounding as waves crashed over and under you.

When you came down, Doyoung rolled off of you, turning onto his side to watch you and Jungwoo. Jungwoo, who ceased the movements of his hands and slowly laid you down. Your head landed against the pillows, and you let your eyes shut as you caught your breath. 

"Can I take care of you one last time, doll?" You heard Jungwoo say. Your eyes opened blearily, and you reached a hand out towards him, legs parting of their own accord.

Both of your lovers groaned at the sight of your pussy, Doyoung's cum brimming from your folds. 

"Absolute perfection," Jungwoo murmured, crawling between your legs. He gripped his dick with one hand, the other swiping through your folds, and you immediately whined at the sensitivity there, teetering the fine line between pleasure and pain.

"Please," You whimpered, "Woo, I want it."

"You're insatiable." He sounded so affectionate, so in love. You watched as his eyes studied his index and middle fingers, covered in a mix of Doyoung's cum and yours, before dipping them into his mouth to lick them clean. You sighed, a dopey smile gracing your features. He lowered himself down to brush noses with you, dark eyes blown wide, wide awake despite the dark circles underneath.

"Guess I'll just have to do something about that."

He slid in as if he was coming home, immediately setting a solid pace that had you seeing stars, arms wrapping around his shoulders to lock hands at his nape. The sensitivity left you pliant in his arms, and Jungwoo didn't hesitate in cradling you in his arms.

"So good for us, Y/N. Always Doie and I's sweet girl." 

You nodded, tears brimming at your eyes at the heaviness in your chest, the pulsing in your core. His hair was falling into his eyes, and you lifted your hands to his face, doing your best to brush it away. Your hands cupped his cheeks, heavy eyes burning into his. Your hips were rutting against his desperately now, wanting nothing more than to feel that high with him.

Jungwoo pressed a brief kiss to your neck, feeling something simmer in his gut embarrassingly fast. 

Doyoung placed his head next to yours, gently lifting Jungwoo's head to kiss him, hand brushing the other man's ass. When he pulled away, he kissed you as well, and Jungwoo's mouth pressed itself to one of your nipples. You keened against Doyoung's mouth, hips losing all semblance of grace.

Here, you were needy, animalistic, running on instincts, and your boys were drinking it up like water from a desert oasis. 

Doyoung pulled away, a thin trail of spit connecting his lips to yours. His hands cradled your head.

"Can you feel it yet, princess?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, silent moans falling from your lips. "Ah, yeah, Doie… s-so close…"

"Me too," Jungwoo groaned between your breasts, "So wet, Y/N…"

"That's from all the cum she's filled with, right, princess?"

You nodded. "Mm—ngh! Stuffed me so good, Doie." 

"Yeah? You gonna let Jungwoo fill you up even more? Gonna keep it all inside, right?"

Your stomach did a backflip, and you felt your toes curl. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I want it—"

"I'll give it to you, doll," Jungwoo growled, "It's all—fuck—all yours. S-same way this is all for us, right?"

Those words were what caused you to finally fall over the edge. Your high was so intense that you could have sworn that your ears popped—clawing at Jungwoo’s shoulders, your eyes squeezed shut. Only one side ended up scratched, since you always kept your right hand nails short to properly play guitar. You sobbed against Doyoung’s lips, and he eagerly swallowed up your cries, shushing you gently as you came back down.

You didn't feel Jungwoo come inside, but you felt it immediately afterwards—the satisfying stickiness, the warmth in your stomach. 

You looked at Jungwoo, pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead before prompting him to move off. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you towards him as his little spoon, peppering kisses to your cheek and whispering how good you were. The two of you looked at Doyoung. You reached out, making grabby hands at him. His eyes were drooping, and he was blinking blearily as if he were trying to fight off sleep.

Still, he got up and pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, as well as his lighter. As he sat back down on the bed, the waves sent you and Jungwoo further and further into the recesses of slumber. As consciousness left you, you caught Doyoung looking down at the two of you as if you were the most precious beings he'd ever encountered. His tone was low and grumbly, but there was a glint of smug satisfaction in his eye.

"I hope you two are happy. I can't remember those goddamn lyrics anymore." 

#kwritersworldnet #nct smut #doyoung x reader #jungwoo x reader #doyoung smut #jungwoo smut #kpop smut #kpop au #nct scenarios #nct 127 smut #nct 127 x reader #nct x reader #nct fluff #my writing

[calpalirwin]

Numbers

Summary: Sebastian doesn’t want to be another number to you, but little does he know he’s the only one.

A/N: Everyone say thank you to @jessalyn-jpeg​ for always being willing to cry over this man with me. 

Important distinction: Italics represent his thoughts, while bold italics represent hers

Word Count: 3.2k

And away, and away we go!

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The sun was high and warm, and the sounds of wood cracking against leather grew louder as Y/N walked towards the baseball fields. “Yo, Number 1, lookin’ good!” she whistled, her fingers wrapping themselves in the chain link fence surrounding the field.

There was a loud laugh from the man playing shortstop, and he turned to either flip her off or stick out his tongue, but a baseball came flying in his direction, high and powerful. But not high enough. Almost lazily, Sebastian lifted his heels off the dirt, raising his left hand in the air, the ball coming to a stop in his glove.

“Right field, get ready!” Anthony, the pitcher shouted. “Stan’s lucky charm showed up!”

“I don’t need luck, Mackie,” Sebastian taunted, pulling at the sleeves of his jersey. “I’m Number 1 for a reason. Best shortstop in the state, right here, baby!”

“Mackie! Stan!” the coach barked in warning.

“Sorry!” both men laughed. And with his brief pause, Sebastian took off his hat, waving it at Y/N in greeting as she took a seat in the stands, before putting it back over his sweaty locks of brown hair.

As the practice continued, more girls made their way out to watch the team, and Y/N couldn’t blame them. Something about a guy’s ass in baseball pants, especially when that ass belonged to Sebastian Stan. And the college baseball team didn’t have any complaints about the attention they gathered, plays becoming more dramatic than they needed to be as a chance to show off, until the coaches finally called it quits.

“So,” Anthony asked Sebastian as they headed for the dugout. “Is today the day you ask out Y/N finally? Or should I try to shoot my shot? Like what's going on here, man? Cuz whatever it is between you, it’s gone on way too long, and I only got so much patience.”

Sebastian wasn’t sure how his face could grow warmer after being in the sun practicing for two hours, but it did. “I- We’re friends, ya know? And it’s not that I don’t wanna ask her out. It’s that I don’t know how. Or how she’ll react. It’s… a whole thing, ya get me?”

“Dude…” Anthony shook his head. “I say this because I care. But if you’re gonna make a move, make it fast. No one wants to be the one to cross you when we all know you got a thing for her. But if you’re not gonna shoot your shot…”

“Thanks…” Sebastian said, not sure if he appreciated the obvious advice or not. He knew he needed to ask Y/N sooner rather than later. But the idea that his teammates were lying in wait for him to either make a move, or step aside stirred up feelings of jealousy. But the only way of making sure they didn’t date her… He slung his bag over his shoulder, before squaring them and strutting out of the dugout, headed straight for Y/N. “Now or never, Stan,” he whispered to himself.

“Seb!” a girl called out and he turned to the sound, putting a smile on his face.

“Hey.” He offered a small wave, his eyes spotting Y/N, and kept walking, but then more girls were calling his name, batting their eyelashes, and touching his arm as they asked questions, and somehow Y/N got lost in the shuffle.

Y/N watched from her spot, the smile on her face dropping as she watched Sebastian get swarmed by girls who only wanted his attention so they could later brag to their friends that they’d gotten to talk to the star of the baseball team. And Sebastian wasn’t the type to be rude, even when he should.

Sighing, she shouldered her bag, heading down the bleachers, figuring she’d she go rescue him from his oh-so terrible prison of adoring girls.

“Hey, Y/N,” a shy voice called out as her feet hit concrete.

She lifted her gaze to find one of the newer players smiling at her. “Oh, hey, Tom,” she smiled back at him. “Good practice out there.”

“Heh, thanks,” he mumbled, his cleat digging into the ground. “So… you waiting for Seb?”

“I was yeah,” she admitted, looking over at Sebastian who was still under siege. And then a swell of anger bubbled inside her. If he couldn’t be bothered to pull himself away from them for her, then she didn’t have to wait for him. “But I’ll just catch him later. So, what’s up?”

Tom blinked in surprise. “Uh… I… Not much really. Was gonna head back to my dorm. Ya know, normal stuff I guess.”

“Well c’mon, I’m headed that way myself, I’ll walk with ya.”

Tom brightened as someone whistled from behind. “Damn! Kid’s got moves!” Anthony’s voice called out loudly. He jogged a few steps to join the couple, “Yo, Y/N, what about Seb?”

Y/N looked over her shoulder at Sebastian who still wasn’t even looking her way. “What about him?”

~~~

She mumbled airplane sounds under her breath, twisting her wrist to make the paper airplane fly around, before she really sent it flying across the living room. She watched as it glided through the air before nose-diving into the carpet as the front door opened.

“Apology food?” Sebastian asked with a hopeful smile, holding up a bag of takeout as he kicked the door shut.

“And what’s the apology for?” she asked, rising to her feet and crossing her arms.

“For being a dick after practice.”

“Chinese?”

“Your favorite,” he said, handing her the bag.

“Fine. Your transgressions against the crown are forgiven. This time.”

He tilted his head back as he laughed. “Thank you, your Highness. Although a little birdie told me that you ended up alright. Holland, huh?”

“Mackie is worse than girls with gossip, I swear…” Y/N said with an eye roll. “But yeah, Holland and I talked.”

“You know he’s a freshman, right?”

“Aw, is somebody jealous?” She flashed him a sardonic smile as they both plopped down on the couch and dug into the food.

Sebastian let out a scoff. “Me? Jealous of Holland? Pfft, yeah right.” Yes, insanely jealous, actually.

“Oh, so if I said he walked me all the way to the apartment, that wouldn’t make you mad?”

“You’re not my girlfriend, Y/N,” he said around a swallow of food. Despite how much I wish you were.  “If you wanna make baby Holland feel like a man for escorting you home, I really don’t give a shit. But you can do better than a freshman.” Like me.

Like you? “And you’d smell better with a shower,” was her retort as she knocked her shoulder into his.

“Mmm, you gonna join me?”

“Pfft! In your dreams, maybe.” And in mine.

Only in my dreams cuz once again, I fucked up.

~~~

Y/N figured one date would be enough to stir Sebastian into action. But one, the man had already made himself scarce by the time she left for her date. And two, the date sucked.

You’re not Sebastian was all she could think about throughout the dinner of cheesy one-liners, and bad jokes that bordered on offensive.

“So…” he asked suggestively as they walked out. “Wanna head back to my place?”

“No, I’m kinda tired,” she declined politely.

“Oh… well then I’ll call you sometime and we can do this again, maybe?”

“Yeah… no,” she said, shaking her head. “This was… nice. But no. You and I? Not gonna happen.”

“Right… I forgot you’re friends with Stan.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Oh, c’mon. Dude obviously likes you. And he’s not the one anyone wants to have on their bad side.”

“Then why did you ask me out? If all of you are so scared of Seb?”

“Cuz you’re hot, and I’m not on the baseball team,” he shrugged.

“Yeah… I’m gonna go home now. And you… ugh… yeah, no. Not gonna happen.”

~~~

Sebastian turned his head as the door opened. “Back before curfew, huh? Whatta gentleman.”

“Fuck you,” she told him with a roll of her eyes before stalking off towards her bedroom.

“Whoa, whoa, wait,” he said, bolting up off the couch. “C’mon, what happened?”

He wasn’t you. “He’s a pig. Said all the wrong things.”

“That sucks. But hey, can’t all be winners, right?”

“I guess… Although he did say one thing that was somewhat interesting.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Apparently you scare people off from asking me out.”

He snorted. “That’s fuckin’ stupid. Will I be pissed if some jackoff makes you feel like shit? Yeah, and I’ll probably say something. But shit… I’m not your boyfriend, or your dad, or some shit. Sounds like a lame cop-out because they just don’t wanna admit they’re pussies.”

And what’s your lame cop-out? “Ugh… I need a drink.”

“Grab me one, yeah?” he asked, sinking back down into the couch as she changed directions to head into the kitchen instead.

“So, how was your night?” she asked, grabbing two beers from the fridge.

“Uneventful,” he shrugged. “There was a girl I was hoping to go out with, but it didn’t work.”

“Aw damn. That sucks,” she said, as she joined him on the couch and handed him one of the beers. 

“Eh, it was my fault for not asking sooner,” he shrugged again, clinking his beer against hers. “To shitty nights.”

“Here, here,” Y/N cheered half-heartedly as they both took a long drink. “Fuck it. Paper airplane contest?”

He snorted into his beer. “We’re not seven anymore.”

“Aw, afraid you’ll lose?”

He sat up straighter. “Loser buys next case of beer?”

“You better get your wallet out, now.”

~~~

Sebastian knew he should have taken his chance after that first date gone bad. And Y/N knew she should have pushed him harder in her confrontation. But for whatever reason, the friends stayed at their stubborn stalemate.

Without Sebastian willing to make a move, Y/N began to wonder if maybe everyone had it all wrong. Maybe Sebastian was simply protective of her without having an ulterior motive behind it. So, she continued to go on dates with other guys on campus to ease the ache, until she couldn’t pretend they weren’t Sebastian anymore.

For his part, Sebastian not only took careful notes of the reasons Y/N gave for each of her short-lived romances, he also stupidly pointed her in the direction of new interests. And then he tried not to drown in his jealousy, before learning to grow doubtful of wanting a romantic relationship with her at all. Why would he want to sacrifice a lifelong friendship just to become another nameless guy she tossed to the side once she had her fun with him?

~~~

“Sebastian!” she gasped at him when he came home one night as she nursed away the end of yet another short-lived romance that wasn’t him.

“You’re drunk,” was the observation as he dropped his duffle bag to the floor.

“Ooooohhhh yeah,” she giggled at him with a wide grin, eyes hazy. “You gonna join me?”

“So we can both be sick? Yeah… Not a chance.”

“Boo…” she pouted. “You never wanna do anything with me.”

“One night. One night I don’t wanna drink with you, and that equates to me not wanting to do anything with you ever? Make it make sense, Y/N.”

“Well, you don’t wanna date me, that’s for sure,” was the drunk scoff.

He balked. “When did I ever say that?”

“Well it’s true, isn’t it? Everyone keeps saying that you like me, but you don’t do anything about it. Are they all lying? Or are you?”

He shook his head. “I’m not doing this. I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“Why not?!”

“Because you’re drunk off your ass!”

“Just answer the question!”

“I don’t know!”

“What type of bullshit answer is that?! How do you not know if you wanna date someone?!”

“It’s the answer you give when you used to think you wanted to, but now you’re not sure anymore! Now… I gave you my answer. And I already told you once I’m not having this conversation. Not when you’re drunk. I’m going to bed. G’night Y/N.”

“COWARD!” she hurled the insult at his retreating back.

In his room, Sebastian didn’t sleep. He lay in bed watching his ceiling fan spin in slow hypnotic circles, cursing himself for letting it get this bad. If he had just asked her out after that one practice… If he could just rewind the clock…

In the living room, Y/N sobbed into her hands. The distractions never worked, even the promising ones. And Sebastian… If it turned out he didn’t want her…

Thoughts spiraled and time ticked by, Y/N growing more sober, and Sebastian more angry with himself.

“Seb?” she asked in a small whisper, knocking lightly on his door as she pushed it open, finding him still awake in bed, the little lamp on his nightstand illuminating the room.

“What do you want, Y/N?” he asked, more harshly than he meant to, as he pushed himself to sit up against his headboard.

“I- Nevermind… It’s stupid…”

“No, wait,” he called out to her as she turned to leave. “I didn’t mean it like that. I- What’s up? What did you wanna ask?”

She took a slow breath to steady herself as she turned back around to face him. “Do you like me? God, that sounds so juvenile…”

“Of course I like you, Y/N. You’re my best friend.”

“But you don’t like me enough to date me. Just enough to be protective about me dating anyone else.”

He sighed. Now, or never. “It’s not that I don’t wanna date you, Y/N. It’s that I’m scared to.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“To you, maybe. But to me, it’s perfectly valid.”

“How? How is that a valid reason? Sebastian Stan, scared of dating a girl? A girl who he’s known his whole life? Make it make sense.”

“You think I wanna be one of the guys you date? Maybe if you actually dated people, I wouldn’t have ever thought twice about dating you myself. But you don’t date, Y/N. You… God, I dunno what it is you do, but it’s not dating.”

“Fuck you,” she spat, feeling tears well up. “Fuck you! You don’t get to slut-shame me!”

“Slut-shame you?! How is it slut-shaming that I don’t wanna be another number to you?! That I don’t wanna be another source of entertainment for you until you get bored of me?!”

“Because you’re not a number, Sebastian!”

“Bullshit I’m not! You literally call me Number 1! You don’t love Y/N! You… you entertain yourself until someone better comes along!”

“That’s not true…” she whispered, heartbroken that he thought it was.

“It was for all the other guys! I don’t wanna be like them, Y/N! I don’t wanna be some random number to you! I wanna be the one! I don’t know how much clearer I can make that.”

“You know I only dated them to make you jealous, right?”

“Well congrats… you win. I’m insanely jealous of every guy that you parade through that goddamn door.” His mouth twisted and his vision started to swim.

“I didn’t wanna win, Seb. I wanted you.”

He hissed through his teeth. “Past tense… that, uh… Yeah, that hurts. Thanks for that… For this…” he twirled his finger about the room. “Awesome conversation. Glad we could have this talk.”

“You wanna know why it never worked with those guys?!” she yelled at him, her hands flying up in the air. “They weren’t you! God, I tried so hard to make it work with those guys! Any of them! But none of them made me feel the way you do. None of them get me the way you do. And… God! I wish they did! I wish at least one of them did, because then I could finally stop wasting my time on you when it’s obvious you don’t feel the same way about me!”

“I don’t feel the same?!” He grabbed a small notebook, hurling it at her. “If I never felt the same, explain that!” He pulled down the collar of his shirt, pointing at a small tattoo of a paper airplane on his chest “If I never felt the same, explain this!”

“Y-you got a tattoo? When?”

The sudden drop of her voice level took him a moment to realize what she’d asked. “When you started dating the guy with tattoos…” he told her.

“And this?” she asked, bending down to pick up the small notebook he’d thrown at her, thumbing through it. “Blue eyes, tattoos. Text back on time. Don’t say stupid shit,” she read aloud. “A-are these notes on how to date me?”

He shrugged. “I like to think they’re observations.”

“W-why would you need notes on how to date me?”

“To make sure you don’t get bored of me. To make sure you don’t forget me.”

“Seb-”

He shook his head fiercely, feeling his throat close up. “Don’t. Just don’t, okay? I know this is all my fault. I know if I had just stopped being a little bitch, and said something sooner like I wanted to, none of this would be happening right now. But I- Fuck… It’s always been me and you, and I dunno what I’d do if that stopped happening. You’re my best friend. And I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. And… I can’t risk losing you. I won’t lose you. Even if that means spending the rest of my life jealous of the guys you date.”

“And you never bothered to think that I had the same fears? That I’m just as in love with your stupid ass?”

“Why would you be? I’m just the idiot best friend.”

“Haven’t you been listening? I- God, did you really get a tattoo?” she asked. “What even is it?”

“It’s a paper airplane,” he mumbled, face turning red.

“Can I see it again?” she asked somewhat shyly.

He shrugged, taking off his shirt and tossing it to the side. “Happy now?”

“Oh, Seb,” she giggled, crossing the room to him. “You didn’t have to take your shirt off. You could have just tugged down your collar again.”

“Are you complaining?” he teased lightly, pulling her into his lap.

“God, no,” she said with another giggle. “Oh, Seb,” she sighed, her fingers tracing the ink on his skin. “God, we’re so fuckin’ stupid, aren’t we?”

“Oh, I’m definitely stupid,” he admitted. “Said and done so much stupid shit I shouldn’t have said or done.” His nose nudged against hers, his lips brushing against her cheek when he said, “God, I’m so sorry. I shoulda manned up sooner. And I shouldn’t have said those things about the guys you dated. I just- I fucked up. I let my insecurities get in the way, and I fucked up.”

“I fucked up too, Seb,” she whispered, carding her hands through his hair. “I was trying to fill a you-sized hole when I had you in front of me the whole time.”

“So you still want me? Even after I was the idiot coward that kept fucking up?” The blue eyes were big and watery with small traces of fear as they held her gaze steady, foreheads knocked together.

“Of course I still want you. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted, Seb.”

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[aizawas-dryeye]

➭kiss me more (eren jaeger)**

content: afab reader but no pronouns mentions, descriptions of genitalia, oral (reader receiving), fingering, switch!eren but not really(?), eren calls reader master, modern au

words: 1.9k

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

eren always finds a way to get between your legs, especially at the most inconvenient times

ive been seeing a lot of hardcore eren smut recently (and i love it dont get me wrong yall are doin the lords work) but i need me some soft, modern au, boyfie eren to cleanse my palette and also i jus miss gettin my puthy ate

• • •

It's been a pleasantly slow day today. With summer starting to roll around, you finally have more time to yourself, and today you want nothing more than to spend it in bed, catching up on your favorite book. You manage to get a good amount of chapters in before you hear your bedroom door open and close, not for the first time today.

You don't even bother sparing Eren a glance as your eyes dart across the pages in anticipation for what's to come next. The mattress dips as he joins you on the bed, and a soft pressure on your left thigh has you peering over your book in exasperation. Eren's jade eyes hold a devious glint as he stares up at you from where his head is laying.

"Whatcha readin'?" he asks, his nonchalant tone masking his impure intentions— or so he thought. This is the third time he's tried to pull you from your book, and while it's slowly working at your nerves, you'd be lying if you said his desperation wasn't at least a little entertaining.

You turn your eyes back to the pages, and give his side a little nudge with your foot, a weak attempt to push him away. "The same book I've been reading since the last time you asked me," you grumble. "Now, shoo. I know what you're after, Jaeger, and it won't work. Not this time."

Eren feigns a hurt expression, and rubs his stubbly cheek against your skin in retaliation, laughing when you squeal. "I got no idea what you're talking about," he says, but his wicked grin tells a different story. "I just wanna cuddle my baby. Don't be a pervert."

You give a doubtful hum, and try to resume your book, but Eren's hands slowly creep across your thighs, just rubbing and massaging the skin as he goes. He gives your inner thigh a kiss, and once again, you peer over your book to glare at him.

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm not doing anything," he grins. God, he looks so fucking smug right now, and a small part of you wants to wipe that look off his face. But a bigger part of you reminds you to maintain your cool. You refuse to be the one to break first when he's the one who started this whole thing.

Slowly, Eren's kisses turn into tiny nips and bites. He's trying to rile you up, and he knows exactly how to do it, the fucking menace. That's just fine, because you have a few tricks up your sleeve as well.

Before Eren's wandering lips and teeth can get any closer to your sweet spots, you shove him away with your foot. "Later, Ren," you huff, turning a page without even looking at him. You don't need to see his expression to know his jaw has set. Eren isn't the most patient man on earth, and while it can be a curse, it's also a blessing in disguise.

Eren easily catches your ankle, giving a dark chuckle at your defiance. "Can't wait till later, baby," he says, voice laced with impatience and lust. "Need to taste you now. I know you want it too, I could feel those legs of yours shake when I kissed them."

"Huh, and you call me the desperate one," you say under your breath, not fully meaning for him to hear.

Eren sits back on his haunches and continues working your skin under his strong hands, like he's warming you up. "I know I'm desperate, and I'll admit it a thousand times if it gets you to break."

The grin in his voice makes you roll your eyes as you lick a finger to turn another page with ease. "I don't break that easily, Jaeger."

"No? Not even if I say please?" he asks, voice bordering on teasing. He puts on his best puppy dog eyes in an attempt to lure you into his trap, but it's overshadowed by his smug expression because he knows you know he's scheming. You shake your head at him, though you're anxious as to what he has planned. He gives a long hum in faux thought. "Not even if I say please... master?"

Now that gets you to look up at him, your eyes no doubt widening in disbelief. Very rarely does Eren ever use authoritative titles for you, as he's usually the dominant one in bed, but once in a blue moon, he doesn't mind giving you a taste of power.

You try to remain cool, but your body betrays you as your thighs clench together. Every single thought left your head as soon as Eren uttered those words, and now he's got you right where he wants you. He laughs at your reaction, crawling over your body to make it nearly impossible to try and pick up your book again. "That got your attention, didn't it? You like your man calling you master? I can make you feel even better if you let me."

Eren carefully takes your book and sets it on the nightstand by the bed. You hate how willing your body is to give in, but before you can give it a second thought, Eren's lips are on yours. His kiss is desperate and needy, and it makes your eyes flutter closed almost immediately. His taste and smell invades your senses until you've all but forgotten your book, or your annoyance with him. Your hands snake around his neck to tug him closer, wandering fingers tangling in the baby hairs left over from his bun. He chuckles into the kiss when you let out a soft moan.

He nudges at your jawline with his nose so you bare your neck to him. He lets his teeth graze gently over the skin until he's right over your sweet spot, and bites down just hard enough to make your stomach flip. It's embarrassing just how loud you moan for him, bowing your body outward to feel more of his touch.

"Please," you beg, as quietly as possible. How did he turn this into you begging for him?

Eren just barely resists the urge to bite down harder with a snarl, knowing how cutely you'd cry for him. "There it is," he drawls. He always knows just how to manipulate your body into letting go, has it down to a science; he's always going to be in control, and it makes your head spin.

He kisses at the teeth marks in your skin and slowly makes his way down farther. "There's my cute, little master. You always beg so pretty, baby. And I'd be so mean to deny you what you want, right?"

The teasing— almost condescending— pout in his voice makes you feel incredibly small, all the while sending pleasantly warm tingles down your spine. It makes you shake underneath his lips as they continue their path down to your collarbones.

Eren gives the delicate skin a playful nip just to be a dick, causing you to yelp in surprise. Before you could reprimand him for his behavior, he's already moving on, and situating himself between your trembling thighs, putting himself in the same position he started this whole ordeal with. His hands go back to squeezing and rubbing your skin— as if by instinct— as he looks up at you with hooded eyes.

"Y'gonna let me get a taste now, baby?" he asks, slowly pulling down your sleep pants. His eyes nearly sparkle when he's met with your bare core.

You nod immediately and shift your hips below him, finally giving him what he wants. There's no point in even pretending to deny him anymore. "Yeah. Need it Ren," you tell him through a shaky breath.

Eren grins up at you, finally getting what he wants, and throws your legs over his broad shoulders. "Bout fuckin' time," he growls, all but burying his tongue in your slick hole; he moans at the taste. "Can't believe my master was gonna keep this twitching thing all to themself. Greedy little master." His sinful tongue easily matches the filth pouring from his lips as he gets to work on tongue fucking your cunt.

Your hands go to grip his hair to ground yourself, but Eren is quicker. He pins your wrists against your lower tummy without even sparing you a glance. He can no doubt feel the way all of your muscles tense and relax when he sucks your clit into his mouth, swiping his tongue over it again and again until you're whimpering. You can't see, but his emerald eyes are glazed over with lust, hooded and content as he eagerly tastes you in full.

"E-Eren! Slow down!" you pant, back arching off the mattress when he buries his tongue into your clenching hole. You feel him chuckle against your lips, the vibrations of it running up through your body and adding to the already toe-curling pleasure he's dealing you.

Slowly, Eren laves his tongue from your hole to your clit before pulling away, a string of spit and arousal keeping the two of you connected. "Slow down?" he pouts, massaging your throbbing clit lazily with his thumb just to keep you stimulated. "But I wanna make my master cum."

The way he effortlessly stuffs two of his fingers into your slick hole steals the air from your lungs. Eren immediately crooks his fingers and bumps against the spot that makes your vision blur, a loud whine echoing throughout your bedroom. Your whole body is writhing beneath him, getting dangerously close to cumming just how he wants.

Eren releases your hands to pin your hips down so you can't run away when he sucks your clit back into his mouth. Your hands immediately grip his hair and tug hard, making him moan against your sex.

"Fuck, fuck Ren! E-Eren, I’m so close, please!”

Eren lets out an almost animalistic sound at your desperate voice. His fingers quicken their pace, despite how tired his arm has already become. He doesn’t let up until he feels your insides clench around him. “That’s it, honey,” he moans. “Cum for me, master.”

He lets you pull his head back between your thighs and then you’re cumming. All over his face and fingers, and the bedsheets beneath you. Eren makes sure to work you through it, slowing his fingers down until you stop trembling and crying. He makes a show of pulling his fingers out— you cringe at the embarrassing squelching sound that follows— and sucking them clean.

“Y-you’re such a perv,” you say, meaning for your words to have some bite, but your breathy, fucked out voice makes Eren smile instead.

“Guess that makes you a perv too. Seemed like you really enjoyed your pervy boyfriend eating your pussy though,” he says, smug as ever, thumbing at the corner of his mouth to wipe away any excess slick. You have half a mind to kick him, but your orgasm wore you out more than you expected it would, so you roll your eyes instead.

“Whatever. Come cuddle me.”

Eren is quick to climb back up your body and kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, but cant find it in you to care. All you want to do is spend the rest of your day in bed, napping and snuggling with your boyfriend.

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[greenbeany]

VACUO REDESIGNS!

I made some redesigns of the kids in Vacuo for a comic I'm working on. Dropping the references below and uh some analysis if u want to read it below the cut 👉👈

Cinder ONCE AGAIN overhauled her look completely.

Hair is grown out a little more again, because it has to blow in the wind it just has to.

Cape is red and gold, in reference to her "killing" Ruby and killing Pyrrha.

Covered her neck because we do love symbolism.

Moved her feather brooch to her neck. More on that later.

Brought back the gold detailing from V2. They were goregeous and she deserves them.

Glove to match with Grimm arm. More gold detailing. Also Grimm arm has red nail polish?

Keeping the playsuit shape from v7, but sleeveless and overhanging coatless, she just looked too hot.

Thigh highs, because she's a maiden.

Oscar is pretty similar to his original design.

A little less red but it's clearly still present to show that he's grieving for Ruby.

Jacket is v similar but it's shorter in length and sleeves, because Vacuo.

Black trousers. Not ideal for desert but I wanted everyone to have some black so you know they're grieving.

Cape is a different shade of green with gold accents as reference to Ozpin. Green is used again on his wrist band. Cape is in reference to both Ozma and Ruby.

Grew out his hair just a little.

Winter has her hair out, because I'm giving the fans what they want. The bun and plait surrounding it are meant to represent a crown but I didn't want to give Winter an actual crown, because I don't think she's into that kinda stuff.

She keeps her swords on her back. One, because this looks cool, and two, because it gives her the silhouette of a snowflake.

Jacket is Weiss-volume-1-esque. Made it less regal and more modern though.

Black tank and shorts. Because grieving. Also she looks hot in them.

Her belt has the Schnee logo with a red crystal on it. Again, to represent Weiss.

Speaking of Weiss, she has Weiss' necklace on her neck. It's positioned to draw parallels with Cinder's brooch because parallels wooo.

Thigh highs, because she's a maiden. Note that they're white, while Cinder has black ones.

Gun holster on leg. This could either contain a gun or dust. But it looks fuckin cool as shit.

Ren's look is very much derived from my casual design for him. He and Nora aren't stressing about practicality too much.

His hair is down again. I'm doing the Ren stans a favour. You're welcome.

Pink scarf. It's to stop sand getting in his mouth and such. Dip dyed red at the end. Resembles Ruby's cape.

Overalls because Ren is fucking sexy. Muted green shirt underneath. Off the shoulders.

He has a black belt around his waist. He keeps dust (and Nora's diabetic medicine) in his pouches. Very responsible.

Black miniboots. He's a fashion diva dontcha know.

Red ribbon wrapping his knife to his arm. I'm using black as the group grieving colour, but Ren also gets red because he loves Jaune secretly shhhhh.

Nora is another growing her hair out. I imagine that Jaune started cutting her hair one day and once he left, she didn't ask Ren to take over again. She just let it grow.

Hair bow, because she loves Penny secretly shhhhh. She has a heart choker too. Just for fun.

Black loose jumper. Again, not Vacuo clothing, but she kinda just needed comfort clothing. Heart with a lightning bolt through it also brings to mind imagery of a broken heart.

Blue skirt. There's no reasoning for this.

Pink and blue combat boots and white socks. She might be trans.

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