#i have Many Thots and Feelings GoodNight

[javierpinme]

The Catalyst

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: sexual tension, mention of Cara Dune is its own warning

Rating: T

Summary: You don't know why you thought you could make it one day without fighting with Mando. The tension has been building for a while and it looks like you're about to reach the conclusion of it.

A/N: I originally sent this in as a thot as an anon hoping I would finally stop thinking about it, but alas I couldn’t so here we are. I originally uploaded this on AO3 a week ago and realized that I never put it on here.

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The cheers of the villagers are a complete contrast to the earlier events filled with screams, flesh tearing, and blasters firing. The threat of the raiders is over. Mando and you have made it out alive with zero casualties. The only acknowledgement between the two of you after Cara and him solved the problem of the AT-ST is a stiff nod. Anything more than that would reveal your hidden feelings; you're not ready to unpack that one just yet. The adrenaline of the ordeal is shifting into a state of exhaustion. The familiar ache seeping into your joints and muscles that usually follows post-battle.

Mando is tired too. You can see it in the way he slumps his shoulders and his slower than normal strides with Cara. You walk to your temporary living situation and don't even bother to remove your clothes that more than likely have blood on it. You'll deal with your dirty sheets in the morning. You sit down on the edge of your cot and your boots are mocking you. Why did you have to pick shoe wear that involves you bending to untie them? Your muscles are screaming at you to relieve the tension building. There aren't that many comforts in the galaxy, but even the cot felt like a 5 star hotel bed when you feel like this. Mando comes into the hut shortly after though he never removes his armor. You respect his creed, but there wasn't a threat anymore. It can't be comfortable sleeping like that, but telling him would make it seem like you care. You don't, of course.

You don't usually feel the need to fill the silence, but you find yourself filling it. Goodnight. There's a pause from the other side of the hut and your mind starts running that you crossed an unspoken invisible line that the two of you created. Then you hear it. Goodnight.

There's warmth from the sun rays spilling onto your features when the sun starts to rise. You can see children running around off in the distance and you can't help the smile forming on your face hearing their laughter. They more than likely haven't known peace since the raiders started their wrath. It felt good to have played a role in that.

The stretch you do lying in the cot feels wonderful on your back. Out of the corner of your eye you see Mando in a similar state of relaxation. His hands are folded behind his head and his ankles crossed. He must have noticed you were awake, because he immediately breaks the moment by leaving. Does he ever stay still? You can't help the drawn out sigh that falls from your lips and close your eyes to take in the sounds surrounding you.

The sound of heavy footsteps cause you to open your eyes along with the feeling of something being placed on your on the edge of your cot. Breakfast. He brought you breakfast. Good morning, thanks. Morning. He says with a grunt at your appreciation of bringing you food. You lift yourself up with a groan to a seated position and enjoy the moment. It was too quiet.

You’re not even sure how you got here. The reason for your argument in the first place was drowned out by your inner need for dominance. You were at a slight disadvantage due to the towering presence of beskar, but what you did have going for you was your stubbornness and smart retort to his intimidation tactics.  You’re both vibrating with unresolved tension with no chance of release; nothing to redirect what you’re feeling so resorting to your usual vices which is screaming at each other.  

It wasn’t always like this. You used to make him laugh underneath that tin can sometimes. Sometime between being just a crew member to whatever it was that was beginning to develop between the two of you that was when the fights started. It was easier than dealing with the latter. The galaxy was too harsh for allowing anyone to feel love without anguish following closely behind. The only communication you seemed to agree on was silence, yelling, and sarcasm. It was easier that way.

You’re in Sorgan and it’s pouring outside. He’s trying to get you to go inside, but you’re so damn stubborn you refuse just out of spite. It doesn’t even matter that your clothes are soaked causing your body’s response to the freezing temperature. He can probably hear your teeth chattering from where he’s standing. The thunder and lightning isn’t helping. It adds another layer of the already volatile situation you’ve both found yourselves in. Why is it so fucking cold?

Dammit you’ll get sick. You’re not useful to me if you’re bedridden.

That’s it. That’s the catalyst. You're not sure if he can even see the glare you're giving him in the darkness, but you hope he does. You can’t stand to be in the same room with him anymore. Even just the thought of hearing him breathe at this point is a nuisance. It’s almost too much. It will kill you, you’re sure of it. I’m bunking with Cara. He’s lost his patience. You can tell from the heaving of his chest, but you can’t find it in you to care. You don’t need to see his face to know there is a scowl under there. You’re surprised you can’t see smoke coming out of that helmet. Why isn’t he saying anything? His body is so rigid and tense. You might have gone too far this t-

What are you doing?!

 He’s thrown you over his shoulders to carry you back to the hut you share. It’s like you don’t even weigh anything even with the extra weight your soaked clothes add. You would be impressed with his strength if you weren’t supposed to pretend how much you hated it so you thrash your legs in protest. You liked the screaming better. Now you feel like he’s treating you like a petulant child by giving you the silent treatment. He’s trying to make you look like the one with the temper tantrum because there might be witnesses. You’d be surprised if you didn’t wake up the whole village. He can probably feel how freezing you are and puts you down. Without saying another word he kneels down in front of the fireplace to create warmth in the room. The only sounds filling the room are the crackle of the fire and your own shallow breaths.

Your clothes. Take it off or I will.

You know you can’t keep your clothes on. You know you need to change into something dry, but you refuse again just to establish you’re the one in control. You’re in control. Not him. Realistically you’re aware you could get sick and you would probably need to stay in bed. Then you briefly wonder if he has a filter in that helmet because you’d definitely sneeze in his face if he didn’t.  How can you change when he’s made no move to even turn around?

It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.

What?

You had argued about god knows what and you left to blow off steam the day before. By the time you made it back the hue in the hut changed from that orange soft glow that golden hour usually brings to a soft blue. It would have been pretty if you weren’t so damn annoyed still. Mando was asleep thankfully so no awkward dance of trying to ignore the other in close quarters. You watched the soft rise and fall of his chest signaling he was indeed asleep. He was almost tolerable when he was sleeping even with the snoring. Almost cute. Almost. It didn’t matter that you never saw what was under the helmet, but you would never give him any indication of that. You were so tired. You were physically drained from the day so you took off your clothes haphazardly and changed into a nightshirt to sleep your frustrations away. Tomorrow will be better.

You were awake the whole time and didn’t say anything? You seethed.

You seemed to be having trouble and I didn’t want to hear your complaining when you inevitably tripped.

He’s challenging you. You’re both very well aware the dam could break based on your next move and he’s not going to lay out all his cards. Would the fighting even stop? Even with the resolve of all your combined tension? You’re taking too long and he’s staring. It’s hard to tell when all you see is a black abyss in place for eyes, but you can feel them boring into yours with loathing or is it desire?

You’re going to get sick if you don’t change.

He cares, but he would never give you any indication of that. He takes a step towards you to let you know he wasn’t lying about his earlier statement. If you’re going to do this you’re going to make a fuss about it. It’s childish, yes, but you don’t have it in you to care. It’s better than laying out all your cards. He can’t enjoy this if you’re glaring at him. I hate you. No, you don’t.

Never losing eye contact you start untying your boots. Glare. The cool air is doing nothing to calm your heated skin after your shirt is removed, but you can’t decide if the temperature is rising from anger or something else. Don’t enjoy this. Too late. The rain is still roaring outside and there’s almost an electric charge in the room waiting to spark. It’s too quiet. Then he says,

Glare all you want but this is doing something for me.

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[say-al0e]

Steve Murphy Fucks and here are my thoughts about it:

(not graphic but still smut! Tried to stick with gender neutral but might be some fem Thots in here, sorry) Inspired by this gifset.

Murphy is such a stickler for the rules. Like, he can bend a little bit but Javi's over here, skirting the rules and just completely ignoring them while Steve's trying his best. He's got to have something that he can break. And if it's his partner, who willingly is handing it over to him, all the better.

Like. I don't think Steve's rough all the time. I think he varies. He's usually pretty exhausted so it's more slow (not necessarily soft, don't @ me but I think Murphy's got some kind of stroke game) and he just stays as close to his partner as possible because he needs to feel grounded after going through hell and back. I think he can be fun, too. He's got some silly moments (they're pretty rare) but on the few days when he can just dance in the kitchen or have a makeout session in the back of his car, he's teasing and talking and just being such a little shit. He's making his partner tell him outright what they want, making them beg for it. He’s using that drawl they tease him about to his advantage, dropping pretty words in their ear and just grinning like an idiot. He's laughing when they go shy and try to hide their face in the crook of his neck. He's drawing it out and making it memorable. He’s gonna leave marks and they’re gonna feel him for days. He’s also gonna edge because Murphy likes to draw it out when he can and he loves to hear them beg. He doesn’t go overboard, just denies them once or twice before he gives in and lets them come as many times as they can handle.

But on the bad days? Oof. I feel like he has to build up to that, you know? He can fuck some of the stress away but when he's had just a really fucking awful week, one that just didn't go right and people died and he just. Fucking needs to let go, oh. Murphy Fucks. He's got that look in his eye when he gets home and his partner knows that they won't be wearing anything too revealing the next day. He's a little slick with it, though, because he'll kiss them. He'll ask how their day was. But then, as his hand is brushing their shoulder, it moves to their throat and he's pushing them up against a wall. He’s deepening the kiss and slipping a knee between their thighs, watching and teasing as they shift and try to get more. He’d take them on every surface he could. In the hallway? Bent over the kitchen table? On the couch? On the fucking living room floor? You bet. Murphy’s railing his partner into whatever surface he can find and fucking the stress away because even the nice guy has to break. And they don't usually get noise complaints but the next morning, all the neighbors know exactly who lives in that apartment.

(Added on by @rise-my-angel ) the neighbors have never greeted Steve by name but the next morning, when he’s on his way to work, one of the neighbors tosses out a cheeky, ‘morning, Steve’ and he’s so damn confused until he gets to his car and realizes exactly why they know his name. (Thank you, Mimi!!)

He’s absolutely grinning after that, though. He’s smug as fuck and his coworkers are so confused because just yesterday, he looked like he was on the verge of snapping. And now he’s walking on air.

....okay I’m going to bed now. Goodnight.

#steve murphy x reader #narcos imagine #in which v focuses Way Too Much on the hillbilly #txt

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

I need a crack fic of Clyde hiding his last present *insert Justin Timberlake Dick in a Box playing*

A/N: I HAVE COMPLETED SO MANY CRACK THOTS IN MY HEAD TONIGHT IT’S SICK THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO HAS FUELED THIS FIRE! @xxcatrenxx I really hope you love the twist I put on this fic, thank you for allowing me to write it out... to completion 👀ENJOY BABE! 

Warnings: mentions of children, all the Xmas feels because I have to with this big ol’ softy bear, a big ol’ dick in a box, slight teasing, ass slapping, Doggystyle, deep penetration from our good ol’ country boi, caught in the act of or slightly thereafter, stuffing, breeding kink, dirty talk because Clyde is the best dirty talker, unprotected sex, cum eating, smut smut and more smut, with a lot of Xmas fluff because I hate myself

“Now what do y’all say to yer mama fer lettin’ ya open these on Christmas Eve?” Clyde bellows out at the kids as they ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at their Christmas themed PJ’s. 

“Thank you, mama,” your five-year-old daughter and three-year-old son collectively turn and run to you perched on the couch, a Tom and Jerry in hand, enveloping them in the biggest hug you could possibly muster. 

“Yer so welcome ma sweet babies,” wrapping them in the fuzzy blanket you had draped over yourself, and kissing them until they begged to be let go of, “mama loves ya so much,” laughing as they screamed in fake cries as they wiggled away from your affections. 

“Now y’all go ahead an’ getcha jammies on an’ all that stuff,” he chuckled, watching you love and kiss on them as they tried to run away, “then ya can come give yer mama more kisses before Santa comes tonight,” they stopped dead in their tracks to beam at their dad who had said the magic word. 

They leaped off the loveseat, bounding up the stairs with new jammies in hand to get their little teeth brushed, and go potty before slipping into dreamland. You moved to get up off the couch to go help with the marathon of getting them to settle in bed before having a strong hand push you right back down. 

“Now, darlin’,” he tsked, the light from the Christmas tree glimmering in his eyes, “ya jus sit here an’ look perty while I get the babies all ready fer bed,” lowering down to steal a kiss from your lips, “you do enough round these parts, let me handle it fer one night,” kissing your forehead as he put the blanket back over your legs and lumbered upstairs to survey the damage from the kids. 

You sighed, watching the fire burn in the large fireplace of your new home, the farmhouse feel enveloping you in the country Christmas you’d been dreaming of since you’d met your sweet husband. The large pine tree beside your couch, emanating a fresh scent coupled with the embers from the flames in the kindling, and the sweetness of your hot drink as you let out a relieved sigh. 

Life was absolutely perfect. You had a home, two perfect children, a doting and affectionate husband, and the financial freedom the both of you had worked so hard for the past several years, not akin to the ‘cauliflower incident’ as you referred to it fondly. 

Above your loud thoughts, a low hum rang through the stairs as you took a sip from your mug. The sound of Clyde’s honeyed voice, lulling your sweet babies to bed with a Christmas story as they questioned every single page he’d read. 

You chuckled at their wonder, asking where Rudolph was in Santa’s line up, how many cookies does he usually eat, and your daughter making sure to tell her daddy to turn the fire off before he and mama went to bed so Santa wouldn’t burn his bottom on the way down the chimney. 

“Goodnight babies,” you heard him whisper, latching the doors to their rooms as he padded down the hallway. 

You waited for him to appear on the stairs, wanting to cuddle up with him by the fire with your mugs of liquor before heading off to bed, but after a few minutes, were growing slightly worried as to what he was up to. 

You released your legs to the slightly colder air, placing your mug on the coffee table as you padded upstairs, enclosing yourself in the sweater you had chosen for the evening. 

“Babe?” you whispered, wondering if he was alright, seeing the dark hallway with no light in your master bedroom. 

“Clyde, honey?” walking into the room to flip on the bedside light, jumping at the scene before you. 

“Holy shit!” you cleared your throat, “what’s goin’ on here?” eyebrows raised as you saw your big bear perched on the ivory comforter of your California king bed, clad in nothing but a pretty big box wrapped around his pelvis. 

“I don’t know Mrs. Logan,” he purred out, “why dontcha open it up ta see what’s inside… I think ya might like it just a lil’ bit,” winking as he watched you inch closer to the edge of the bed. 

Pushing your hair behind your head, gathering your body onto the sheets as you reached for the bow covered box, unwrapping the pretty packaging as his hand snaked behind to grip you full ass perched on your feet. 

“Oh honey,” you mewled, salivating at his large and in charge cock, bobbing at attention, practically springing out of its cage covered in precum and begging to be stuffed inside you, “I love it,” bringing your hands to stuff the oversized sweater in between your legs to curb the aching sensation in your netherregions. 

“He loves ya so much baby girl,” gripping and kneading on your ass as you removed the rest of the contents from his body, “in fact, he may wanna stuff ya like a Christmas turkey tonight darlin’,” smacking the covered skin as you fell forward on his stomach. 

“Would ya like that?” he mewled, gathering your fuzzy covering to push it, revealing your little blush pink panties underneath, “ta be stuffed with me again?” feeling the wetness that had soaked through them in the process. 

“Y-yes babe,” you whined, pushing your cunt into his touch as you sucked hickeys on his belly, “please fill me up,” whining into the darkness of the bedroom. 

“That’s all I want for Christmas big bear,” assuming the position, ass up, face down on the plush comforter as he scrambled his hulking body to position his cock at your entrance. 

“Well big bear is gon’ stuff ya full again,” pushing down the sheer lace to your knees, “make ya all big an’ round again with ma baby,” slapping your ass as hard as humanly possible before sheathing his aching cock into your tight little hole. 

“Fuck!” you cried out, prompting Clyde to grip the back of your head, pulling you up just enough to penetrate that perfect spot of yours, “now baby girl, ya know ya can’t yell like that,” he huffed in your ear, pushing himself to rearrange your guts in knots, “you’ll wake our precious babies up an’ then what?” snaking a hand to tease your clit as he left open kisses on the exposed shoulder of your sweater. 

“I-I,” you stuttered as he sped up his motions on your mound, only to break away again and shove your face into the down comforter. 

“B-babeeee,” whining as your pussy throbbed on his length, the sensation never failing to burn just a little at his girth, “I-I l-love bein’ full a you,” gasping on every push of his cock on your cervix. 

“I love seein’ my perty baby all full a me,” mewling and grunting as he thrust deeper and deeper, balls clapping on your pussy as he drank in your moans, “ya carry my babies s-so damn well,” gripping the sweater that had fallen up your back, pulling you even more flush with him as he railed the fuck out of you. 

The thought of being completely filled, sending a shockwave to your budding clit, a tingling in your spine egging on the flutters in your pussy walls. 

“I-is ma baby almost ready?” he growled, setting an even more brutal pace as he released his flesh and blood hand on your hip, no doubt a bruise already blooming from his iron grip on it. 

His thick, meaty fingers found their way back to your stiffened bud, the slightest touch sending you to the complete edge of your orgasm, “that’s it Y/N,” he whispered, sweat dripping from his inky locks as he encircled the peak in your sopping folds, “cum all over yer cock,” he uttered out, feeling the shockwaves clamp over his member as you cried out in complete bliss. 

“God fuckin’ d-dammit!” screaming as he sped up to ride your wave out into his own, “C-Clyde baby please!” feeling his movements become more erratic as you slipped from your high. 

“I-I’m,” he stammered out, pumping his cock a few more times into your glistening hole, “‘m fillin’ this p-pussy full,” growling like the bear he was as he released his swimmers into your gaping womb, the warmth wrapping your uterus in a hug it so badly desired. 

“Jesus f-fuckin,” he moaned out, hands covering your ass as he stilled himself, shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm, “ya alright darlin’?’ patting your ass lightly, smoothing over the raised handprint he’d left. 

“Ya,” you panted out, trying to still your breathing as you felt his softened cock slide out of you, the sound making you sigh in relief as the air hit your hole. 

“Gah, yer so damn perty,” marveling at the mixture seeping out of your slit, “so fuckin’ wet,” scooping it up to stuff right back in, causing your pussy to clamp back down on his thick fingers. 

“Gettin’ greedy, huh,” he chuckled, watching as your cunt ate up the spend, “ya know we’re gonna hafta do this more than once ta get it right,” removing it to lick up the rest in his mouth. 

“I know babe,” setting yourself up to his blushing chest, rubbing his pecs as you leveled with his face, “remember we have two kids,” raising your pretty fingers to his face only to have him kiss the tips ever so lightly. 

“I know baby doll,” he cooed, pushing strands of hair out of the way, leading your lips to meet his in a searing kiss on the bed. 

“Daddy?” a shrill voice echoed from the doorway of the bedroom, the both of you freezing in horror as your pupils met, trying to ignore the call. 

Clyde turned around slightly, to notice your daughter crowding the side of the entryway, “y-yes baby?” he whispered faintly, hoping the voice was a figment of his imagination, the color leaving his face as he noticed her sweet little face scrunched up in a questioning look. 

“What were you an’ mama doin”?” she cocked her head to the side, inching into the light, teddy bear in hand, blinking her cute little eyes to adjust to the light. 

“Uhm,” voice cracking as he cleared his throat to give her an answer, not daring to turn around as he was still fully nude, “mama an’ I well, uhm, well we were,” panicking to look back and you completely lost in silent laughter at his starstruck behavior. 

You pat his chest, “I got this babe,” you tutted, pressing your index finger into his plush lips, and glancing over at your little girl, still waiting for an answer. 

“Daddy an’ I were havin’ some alone time baby girl,” you spoke just loud enough for her to hear and hopefully simple enough to understand, “now dontcha think you should be in bed?” cocking an eyebrow “I don’t think Santa will come if he knows yer still awake,” crossing your arms as you stared her pretty little puppy dog eyes into the abyss they were. 

“I jus’ wanted ta make sure daddy wasn’t hurtin’ ya, mama,” a tear rolling down her cheek as she started to back away into the dark hallway. 

“Oh baby girl,” getting up from your spot to lower your sweater and pull your panties back up, “daddy wasn’t hurtin’ me at all, now were ya daddy?” looking to him as you pulled her into a hug. 

“No honey,” he pandered, still facing away to shield her innocent eyes from his now completely limp member, “daddy wasn’t causin’ mama any kinda pain, I promise,” blushing and shying away at his little girl. 

“See?” you pet her little head, “I promise we’re both okay baby,” kissing her forehead, “now let’s get back ta bed now,” leading her back into the hallway towards her room, and tucking her in bed. 

“Mama?” she whispered as you back away towards the door. 

“Yes, baby?” answering her back as you glanced back into the night lit room. 

“Whatever y’all was doin’, I think you won the contest,” her face showing absolutely no signs of joking. 

“Well,” stifling an all-out snort, “t-thank ya, baby,” shying into the hallway to take a deep breath, “I think mama won too,” smiling at her dozing off. 

“Good night sweet girl, Merry Christmas,” whispering as you moved to leave the room. 

“Merry Christmas mama,” her sweet voice echoed back as you found your way back to the bedroom, chuckling in the hallway as you shook your head. 

This was for sure the merriest Christmas you’d ever experienced, and the most mortifying to boot. 

And it all started with a dick in a wrapped box.  

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WELL, I HOPE WE ALL LEARNED A VALUABLE LESSON HERE... LOCK YOUR DOORS AND CLYDE IS FUCKIN’ DADDY WHO NEEDS A PRETTY LARGE BOX TO COVER THAT MANHOOD A HIS... 😉

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AND I HOPE YOU LIKED IT, BABE!

🖤,

ray-nal-beads

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[catharrington]

It HAS to be #4 for thst prompt list. Kill me with it!

4/ We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair.

Maybe a little different than requested but like here is a thot I’ve had for a while.

We’ve got tonight.

Hopper pushed the metal door closed behind them with a shove, the hinges creeking. He leaned against it, face twisted up in a grimace, and reached to run his hand over his brow in exasperation but couldn’t. One hand occupied locking the door, the other braced around Billy Hargrove’s forearm, his knuckles hitting the handcuffs binding the teen’s wrists.

“You better have a good explanation for this, Jim!” Murray hissed- fuckin hissed, jabbing a finger right into the middle of Hopper’s chest.

“He ain’t!” Billy scoffed. Earning him a yank on the arms that only made the teen snarl in return. “You ain’t!” He repeated this time towards Hopper.

“Just cool it, Billy!” Steve finally snapped at where he was standing farther down the hallway. Running his hands through his hair in a panic, panting like he just got finished running, looking wide eyed at how the three others turned to face him.

Murray took a step towards Steve, tilting his head to the side. Steve wanted to show his teeth in a little hiss, but he didn’t want to come off the same energy as Billy. So he bit the bottom of his lip. Placed his hands on his hips and cocked them to the side.

“And you must be...,” Murray asked slowly.

“I’m Steve,” Steve said letting go of his bottom lip. Flicking his eyes to the wall and back.

“Oh, you’re Steve,” Murray instantly melted into knowing laughter, eyes glimmering with an inside joke.

Steve opened his mouth to snap back what the hell the older man meant by that- but Murray was already turned back to face the door.

“And that mullet and attitude just gives you away! The infamous Billy Hargrove?” he announced, clasping his hands together manically.

Hopper rolled his eyes, frowning and groaning, while Billy perked up. Stepping towards Murray with a confident shrug only slightly ruined by the handcuffs pulling taught. “Didn’t know I had a fuckin reputation to keep up with-,”

“Shut your trap, Hargrove!” Hopper interrupted him. Pushing Billy so he faces the wall. Legs spread and hands in front to brace himself as best as he can. Steve glances away.

“As cute as this all is, sheriff- Chief! Hopper. Why, oh why, have you shown up at my humble abode with two teenage boys at 2 in the morning?” Murray says with a forced fondness. “Explain, please?” He snaps when Hopper takes a second too long to think.

“Alright, alright,” he purses his lips, rolls that thick mustache around.

“We need a place to spend the night.” Steve pipes up.

Murray turns to him with a grimace. “I’m not a bed and breakfast, Steve,” he mocks.

“Well,” Steves got his hands on his hips still, knows the kids would roll their eyes at him. But he’s way too tired at this point. “If you give a flying shit: we’ve been kinda running for our lives from Russian super soldiers and parallel universe demons all day long. We’ve wrestled a smoke monster out of Billy’s mouth that was so not something I wanted to see, thanks, and I haven’t eaten or taken a shower in way- way too long. So if you don’t mind?”

Hopper and Murray had matching frowns, if that was possible. It might have just been the facial hair. While Billy watched Steve with a cross between fondness in his eyes, and complete debauchery in the rest of his face. Licking across his fat bottom lip while he raked his eyes over Steve. Up and down. Making no effort to hide it.

Steve scoffed at him, pursing his lips and turning away. He didn’t see the way Murray looked between the two of them. His eyes flicking left and right as if trying to calculate across a page.

“I’ve got a fold out couch that would be cramped, but it’s nicer than it looks.” He suggests.

Steve wanted to whine, complain, lament about why he had to get bunked with the guy who only ‘most likely’ doesn’t have a demon inside of him anymore. But Steve felt tired. And if the bags under Hopper’s eyes that are dark as, and seem to droop down just as low as, his mustache have anything to say; he’s tired too.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve nods back, “that sounds good.”

“Showers first door on the left, couch is just down this hall into the living room. Can’t miss it.” Murray says with a sniveling smirk that sets Steve’s teeth on edge. He doesn’t even care, just rushes past to head into the shower first.

And that’s how Steve finds himself, laying across a fold out couch that smells like pipe smoke and vodka with one arm draped across his hips and the other bent holding his top half up to watch Billy come out of the bathroom. He makes it one step before Hopper is there with the handcuffs. Slapping them back in place with a shiver inducing clicking noise.

“I’ve got my eyes on you, Hargrove,” Hopper warns, threatening even in a button up Hawaiian shirt, “don’t think for a second-,”

“Have you ever known me to think, chief?” Billy snaps back. Makes Steve’s eyes roll. The blonde with hair still curly and dripping wet gives Hopper a two handed salute before walking away backwards towards the living room.

“Goodnight, Hop,” Billy sings.

It’s three in the morning by the time the lights are off and both boys are laying down. Billy’s turned to his side. His hands forced together by metal up and clutching the end of his lumpy pillow. Steve’s laying on his stomach, nuzzling into his own pillow before turning ever slightly to look at Billy.

He watches as Billy softens when he sleeps. Those long eyelashes fluttering closed. His cheeks dusted with freckles more apparent this close. The closest they’ve ever been. Even in basketball when Billy presses right up to his side. Even in the showers when he leers and gets right into his face. Hell, even only hours ago when they had Billy strapped down to a hospital bed in a lava hot room as he begged to be let go, snarled, whimpered, and Steve had to lay across his shoulders to stop him from ripping the heavy leather restraints, this is the closest Steve’s thinking he’s ever been.

Or maybe it’s the closest he’s ever been without a fight. Without some immature school yard excuse to admire those long lashes and cute freckles.

Steve twists himself to get a better look. Both boys laying on their sides. He feels a smile grow across his face as he drops his eyes closed.

In the morning, light is much different in Murray’s sealed fortress of a house. It filters through newspapers he has glued up, gives the light a stuffy orange glow that makes the whole place cozy. Not intentionally, Steve figures, as he wakes up and blinks his eyes into focus, just as unintentionally as he finds himself still next to Billy.

But in the same way, he finds it lovely. The way the orange light filters through the rotting newspapers to cascade down across Billy’s tanned skin and alight it in coppers. Catches each and every wild curl made messy with sleep. Litters them with strands of spun golden thread.

His freckles are dark, still too many shadows, but they are there. Steve is close enough to see how they move when Billy wrinkles his nose in sleep. How his eyes shift to make those long lashes flutter.

Steve’s not thinking. He’s in some orange tinted twilight zone as he reaches forward. Stretches out his long fingers to inch ever closer.

He’s always wanted to touch. Always found some alternative for it. But maybe now, maybe in this orange-

Steve curls his fingers over the back of Billy’s neck. Burrows his fingers into soft gold hair. Rubs his thumb across copper skin covered with freckles. Sighs out loud when his skin makes contact because Billy’s warm, so warm, like a California beach. Just like he imagined.

“Pretty boy,” the words are tired, slurred, only just awake. Billy’s eyes open slowly. His blue darkened to navy. Pools of shadowed water just before the break of dawn. Promises of a rainbow colored sky.

Steve bites his lip because he wants to pull away, but he doesn’t. Not this time. He swipes his thumb again and again. “You know it’s a joke, you calling me pretty boy when you look like this. Really such a dumb joke. Have you looked into a mirror?”

Billy scoffs. Curls up one lip in disgust as he lifts his head to nuzzle farther into Steve’s hand. Blinks once, then twice, before focusing his half open bleary eyes on Steve’s own. “Only lookin at you, pretty boy.” He mumbles.

The handcuffs jingle as Billy lifts them to pet across Steve’s forearm the same way Steve can’t stop petting across Billy’s sleep warmed skin.

Neither boy hears Murray making coffee in the kitchen. They have their eyes closed again by the time the man walks into the living room to watch with a cocky smile buried into his mug. Steve’s got his legs tangled with Billy’s, touching as much as he can without any good excuse.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove fic #my fic #harringrove fanfic #steve/billy #sorry its so long i cannot cut it #and sorry its basically the nancy john murray scene #but its season 3 and they saved billy from the mind flayer #so yayyyyy for that!!!!! #and not photographed here is hopper giving steve AND billy two shovel talks #prompt list

[addyhan]

CHANCE

Trigger warning: blood and a lot of sui thots

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"Can't you just let it go y/n?" for the nth time. I can see the disappointment in his eyes. This is going on for what? 3? 4 days straight? Can't really count how many days has he stormed in our house and be pissed at all of the little things. Guess he's just too tired and pressured from practice. That's what I believe.

"I'm sorry" I said, while clutching my shirt and smiled a little at him, to maybe lift the mood up. And for the nth time, I made a mental note on what I have done wrong again. Another sigh was heard from him. His disappointment apparent through the way he moved. Why can't I just let it go?

"How's practice?" I know what happened in practice but I want to hear it from you. I want to hear the excitement from your voice again, sick of hearing the worst tone that you used again and again these days.

"It was fine"

"Nothing significant happened?"

"None"

"How about your new song? Have you---" scraping from the chair that you pushed back stopped me. Did I go far? Is that a sensitive topic? Did I do something wrong again? Is he disappointed?

"I'm finished."

"Oh. Already?"

"I'll go shower and sleep. I'm tired"

"Okay. Goodnight"

I decided to leave it be, for now. Maybe he's just having a bad week. I stand up and gathered my plate and walked to the kitchen to wash the dishes. While cleaning the dishes. A sudden thought came to me. I know I did my best why is it like this? But was it good enough?

I stopped in my stracks. Was it good enough? Leave it be y/n. You'll go back there again. I continued washing the dishes. Maybe I'm just tired, I tried to convince myself.

Once done with the dishes, all the activities I have done earlier made it's toll on me. The aftermath making me feel too tired to move. Maybe I should just sleep, that would make me forget it. But the thought keeps on spiraling in my head while walking to our bedroom.

But was it good enough?

I entered our room and was greeted by his sleeping form on our bed. I *argued* whether or not I should take a shower. But my body has decided already. No shower it is. Thankfully, it is not a hot night and the AC is on.

I curled up in my side of bed hoping to catch the sleep that is well deserved. But the thoughts keeps on rushing back.

You did something wrong

He's going to leave you

You're not good enough

You're a waste of space

Fuck. I just wanted sleep. My mantra automatically repeated in my head, it will all go away. I hugged my pillow tighter while I keep on hearing those words mixed with my mantra.

You don't deserve this

You're not good enough

Why can't you just leave?

Stop the pretending already

I got up and walked towards the bathroom. This would all go away y/n. Don't mind them.

Bitch, why can't you see you're not meant for him?

No.

He's going to leave you

No.

You won't succeed, you know?

NO. STOP IT

YOU'RE SUCH A BIG DISAPPOINTMENT.

YOU MAKE EVERYONE DISLIKE YOU.

YOU ARE A GOOD FOR NOTHING BITCH.

YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS LIFE.

YOU'RE NOT WORTHY. YOU'RE JUST DELUSIONAL

JUST STOP IT

At the end of the debate going on inside my head. I found myself at the kitchen floor, crying. Why can't I just be normal? When can I be not broken? Should I just leave?

Tears won't stop coming. The emptiness keeps on spreading. The hurt it my chest slowly goes numb. Will I ever be okay again? Will this end?

I tilted my head and sighed. I won't be okay. I know how too end it. I looked at the counter tops. A knife sitting on it, forgetten to be tucked away. Dangerous ideas popped into my head.

You should just end it

No. Many would be hurt

Maybe just a little scratch

He'll be disappointed

He's disappointed now. Why not push it to the limit?

He won't like that

Have you forgotten the feeling

Suddenly I remembered the feeling of aliveness when I did that. I craved it in these moments. I know this isn't right and it isn't healthy. But what can I do? This is the only coping strategy I know that would work now. Nothing is going right, might as well just do this.

I picked up the knife and examined it. Fascinated by the sharpness it contains. I position it above my wrist and start to do it.

Red. Dripping in the sink.

Red. It was fascinating to see that color but not feel terror.

Red. The pain reminds me. I'm still alive, till when?

Gripping the knife a little more tight. I wash it. Washing all those impurities it had made contact with.

"Y/n?" The fear crept in to me when I heard my name being called. It had me frozen with anxiety and fear. Footsteps approaching made me freeze.

Without thinking I dropped the knife and turned my back on him. He'll leave me. He won't want this.

"Why is the knife all bloody?" The question mostly directed to him rather than to me. The obvious was clear as day and he knows it. I don't want to look at him and seeing the disappointment again.

I turn around while looking down and tightly hold my wrist in attempt to stop it from bleeding. I don't want to cause him trouble on cleaning the mess I made.

"I don't want to cause trouble. I'm sorry for disturbing you. I'm so sorry. I'll leave quickly. You don't have to deal with me anymore, don't worry. I'll pack my bags and leave. I am so so sorry. I'll clean the mess once I finished packing" I attempted to go to his bedroom and pack my things, I need to leave before he rejects me. That's right, if I leave he can't reject me. That's a great plan y/n.

"Wait y/n" he grabbed my arm and spun me around. No. He's going to lecture me. He'll pointing out my flaws. The voices will be stronger again. He'll reject me. That can't happen. That won't happen.

"NO! LET GO! I HAVE TO LEAVE! LET ME LEAVE!" I trashed around but his grip is just to firm. No, I don't want to go through this again. I have to leave. I won't let myself go through this again. I flung my arms around. Hoping he'll let me go.

I grew tired, and the feeling of defeat consumed me. I won't win this time again. I slide down the tiled floor of the kitchen. Willing myself not to cry in front of him. Wanting to look a little bit strong even though I am not. "Just let me go. I'll leave immediately, you won't have to see me anymore. You won't have to deal with me anymore" I whispered, pretty sure he heard it. The next thing I knew, he's crouching in front of me.

No. It's the same. It will happen again. That should not happen again. I can't take anymore of it again.

You good for nothing bitch. Don't know where you're place is, don't ya?

No. No. No.

You plastic little bitch. Don't know how to behave.

Please no

You should've died. You waste of space.

You can't do anything right

Can't fight for ya self

I should've thrown you out

"NO! STOP IT! PLEASE! NO MORE! I DON'T WANT THIS. I don't want this, stop it" I gripped my head tightly. Wishing for all the voices to stop. They won't stop. I don't know how many hours or minutes I sat there. I just cried and cried till ai have no more tears. The hollowness still present. I sat there staring at the cabinets in front of me.

I was on autopilot. I stood up, walked towards his room and started packing. I don't know if he said smth or not. If he followed me or not. I don't know. I was tucked away, curled up in the corner of my conciousness. My body automatically responding to the danger. Fleeing from the terror that was brewing.

Once done packing, I stood up straight, grabbed my bag and made my way to the door. But was once again stopped by a firm grip on my arms. Shock, that was what my brain registered. His face was full of shock and fear. Slowly I was regaining my control. "Let me just leave and all would be solved" I stated weakly too tired from my previous actions and the loss of blood was getting to me.

Anger. The next emotion my brain recognized on his face. I was expecting it. With the way I behaved, he will surely punish me. I bowed my head in defeat. I won't get away with this. Maybe he'll end it once and for all. I did do a great amount of mistakes.

"YOU'LL JUST LEAVE AFTER ALL THAT?! WON'T YOU WANT MY SAY IN THIS?! I DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE!" I knew it. I won't get away with it. He'll probably lock me up. My brain starts to think of the worst possible outcomes that can happen.

"We can talk about this. You need to talk to me y/n. You don't have to keep it to yourself anymore. You have me. You don't need to leave. I don't want you to leave. I need you" sadness. My brain recognized it from anywhere. Desperation, the tone of his voice contains a lot of it. Two emotions I can easily recognize from the amount of times I felt it.

I looked up and tears greeted me. Tears not from me, tears that are continously flowing down his cheek. Like a waterfall not ready to be stopped. He hugged me tightly as if I will vanish through thin air in a matter of seconds.

Hope. The feeling that was rarely felt by me. It was apparent froom the two of us. Strength, it continued to sprout every second he's with me.

"Talk to me. Please. I need you to talk to me" the weakness I heard from his voice knocked me out of air. And it came through to me. He's not going to hurt me. Maybe he can help me. He will, won't he?

"I don't know what to do" the roughness of my voice makes me cringe. But he doesn't care, he embraced me more tightly if that's possible.

"We can figure something out together. I just want you to talk to me. Please don't hide your worries from me. I can help you. I need you to remember that" love, the feeling that came through me. I love this person. Why would I ever think of leaving him? He understands me. I need to get a grip. We can work this out.

The hope continues to bloom. And the aftermath settled in. "I feel a bit dizzy." I stated, as dizziness continued to swirl in my head. Clutching my wrist I looked at him.

"We need to get you to a hospital. You've lost a bit of blood" panick starts to kick in, he's panicking. "I'm fine. Ii don't want to go to a hospital. Just help me bandage it up"

Love, as cheesy as it sounds, it was my way out. Strength comes with it. And a dash of hope and trust, I think we'll be okay.

#bang chan #skz angst #Chan #stray kids

[freudensteins-monster]

Harry Potter logyn

I’m so sorry Anon, I have zero idea how many years ago this prompt was sent, because it has almost definitely been years, but I just skimmed past this ask today and honestly can’t remember seeing it before… But let’s not dwell on that - I wrote 1400 words in one (5hr) sitting. Go me.

And yes, I know we may not be loving a certain author right now, but I may have also made Sigyn trans, for certain reasons.

I also made Loki genderqueer using they/them pronouns. I usually write Loki as he/him and kept reverting back to that as I wrote, so if I missed any in editing I apologise.

Transfiguration 

Loki had hated almost every minute of their last five yearsat Hogwart’s, and considering they’d gotten detention their first week back, theirsixth year wasn’t shaping up to be any better.

It started when they’d been sorted into Ravenclaw, which wasboth a blessing and a curse. It rankled them that they hadn’t been sorted intoGryffindor like their adopted brother, Odin’s golden child, Thor.And they were somewhat ashamed to know they weren’t worthy enough (pure bloodedenough) to have been sorted into Slytherin like their half-brothers Helblindiand Býleistr, who had thankfully graduated by the time Loki had entered their thirdyear.

All them of them were assholes who ignored Loki at best or knockedthem off their broom during a quidditch match, breaking their arm in threeplaces, at worst (Odin had sent a raven congratulating Thor on his victory).

But being sorted into Ravenclaw, as much as it made Lokifeel lesser than their brothers, at least allowed them some time away from them.Things might have been better if Loki had managed to make some close friends,rather than just the occasional study buddy/academic rival. And it might haveall been tolerable if only Frigga was still alive to remind them of theirworth.

The arrival of the perpetually grim Professor Snape pulled Lokifrom their depressing musings. It also brought the presence of another student to Loki’s attention as she filed in behind Snape andquickly took a seat.

“You were almost late, Ms Anderson.”

“Sorry Professor. I got lost,” the Hufflepuff girl admitted bashfully with light eastern European accent. “The stairs at Durmstrang don’t move.”

“You’re not in Durmstrang anymore, so I suggest you get usedto it. Quickly.”

Loki bristled at Snape’s tone but kept their mouth shut. Onedetention their first week back was more than enough.

“Now, for the rest of the evening, for however long ittakes, the two of you will be returning these old textbooks and reference booksto the library and reshelving them for Madam Pince – without the aid of magic,”he intoned, gesturing at a small bookshelf crammed full of books.

Loki didn’t give him the satisfaction of groaning.

“What is it Ms Anderson?”

“I’m sorry, professor, but… where’s the library?”

Snape sighed. “I’m sure Mr Borson can show you. I want thisbookshelf empty before my first class in the morning.”

Loki glared at Snape’s retreating back before turning it onthe pile of books. When the sound of Snape’s footsteps finally faded, only thendid Loki get out of their seat. They put together a stack of books, as tall as theydared carry, and almost lost them all when they turned right into Ms Anderson.

“Watch it,” they hissed, stabilising their books.

“Sorry,” the girl muttered as she ducked behind Loki to graba stack of books almost as tall as theirs.

“Come on,” they groused, leading the girl away from the dank Potions classroom.

Halfway to the library Loki broke and attempted to makeconversation with the new girl.

“What was your name?” they asked, loathed as they were tocontinue using the same name Snape called her.

“Sigyn,” she puffed as she tried to keep pace with Loki. “Yours?”

“Loki. I don’t think I’ve heard of a student transferring infrom another school before. It’s quite unusual.”

“There were unusual circumstances,” she replied vaguely.Loki was intrigued didn’t think she’d be more forthcoming if they pushed.

Silence fell between until they reached the library. Loki, ignoringMadam Pince’s stern gaze, led them over to the Potions section. They stared atthe two stacks of books now sitting in front of them and thought about thebooks still waiting to be collected.

“What do you think about us splitting up? I’ll got getanother batch of books while you shelve, then we can trade on and off until weshelve the last of the books together? Might be faster.”

“Okay,” she agreed.

“Can you figure it out?” they asked, gesturing towards theshelves.

Sigyn rolled her eyes. “Yes. They have libraries atDurmstrang, you know.”

“Did they now,” Loki teased before racing off back to the Potionsclassroom.

Within forty minutes they had ferried all of the books overand only had a dozen or so left to shelve. It was then, as they stood in closequarters, that Sigyn made her own attempts at conversation.

“So… what are you in detention for?”

“The usual; talking back to Snape. I kept telling him to usemy preferred pronouns – or “your majesty” if “they” was too hard for him - andhe kept insisting on being an ass.”

“Pronouns?” Sigyn asked with no hint of revulsion, onlycuriosity.

“Mm… They/Them. I consider myself genderqueer. And thisstupid school won’t let me wear makeup, or a skirt under my robes, you’d thinkthe least they could do is respect my pronouns. Most professors and students doit without making a fuss, but some people,” they growled, shoving a book ratherforcibly onto the shelf, “just like to be assholes.”

Sigyn was quiet for a moment, her eyes flicking between Lokiand the book in her hand.

“I’m trans,” she admitted. “Durmstrang and my mother wouldonly accept me as a boy, so my father moved us to Ireland and arranged for meto transfer to Hogwarts. So now I get to be Sigyn,” she added with a softsmile.

“Is that why you’re in detention? Did Snape give you shitfor being trans?”

“What? Oh, no,” she said with a shake of her head. “I don’tthink he knows – only Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey had to beinformed, as far as my father told me.”

“Huh… one point for Hogwarts,” Loki muttered. “Then what didyou do to get detention?”

“I punched someone,” Sigyn blushed. “There was this 7thyear boy and his friends casting some sort of wind spell to blow girls’ skirtsup as they walked passed. All the girls were mortified and the boys thought itwas great fun. When he tried to do it to me, I walked right over to him andpunched him in the nose.”

Loki had a feeling they knew who would do something sorepugnant and looked downright gleeful at the thought of him getting some comeuppance.

“Who did you punch?”

“Um… I think his name was… Thot?”

Loki laughed so loud it drew the ire of Madam Pince.

“Sorry,” they called back, not remorseful in the least. “Thor,”they corrected.

“You know him?”

“Regrettably. He is my brother. Adopted.”

“You needn’t get defensive,” Sigyn smiled as she slotted thelast book into place. “So far I think you have little in common with such abrute.”

Loki smiled back. “So… all finished. Do you think you canfind your way back to your dormitory from here?”

Sigyn winced. Loki chuckled.

“Come on, I’ll show you.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” she pouted as she followed him outof the library. “Durmstrang was not as large as this place, and the layout mademuch more sense.”

“You’ll figure it out eventually,” he smirked. “What yearare you in?”

“Sixth.”

“Really? Me too. I don’t think I’ve seen you around though.”

It turned out that they were both taking Charms, Herbology,and Defence Against the Dark Arts, but Sigyn’s Herbology class and Loki’sPotion’s class caused a scheduling conflict so they would rarely be in the sameclasses on the same days. But they would be both be taking the sameTransfiguration class, they happily discovered, first up the very next morning.

“I’ll see you then,” Loki said as they brought her to thestairwell that would lead down to the Hufflepuff dormitories. “Presuming youdon’t get lost.”

“I’ll try not to,” she smiled bashfully before wishing Lokigoodnight with a kiss on the cheek.

Loki waited until Sigyn was out of sight before making theirway back to Ravenclaw Tower. They couldn’t stop smiling. In less than an hourthey’d found a new study buddy, quite possibly made a new friend, and maybe, ifthe way Sigyn blushed when she kissed them meant anything, they might just finishthe term with a girlfriend who liked them just as they are.

#transfiguration #logyn #loki x sigyn #loki #sigyn #genderqueer loki #trans sigyn #mcu #hp #freudensteins-fics

[hemmoangel]

“Twitch Thot Lu” pt 1

Word Count: 1,291

Warnings: You know this account and what we’re about. This is the beginning to something rated R!!!

A/N: Okay so this is an unedited prompt really to something I’m going to be working on and may turn in to a real series. Let me know if it’s okay. It needs work, and it’s bad rn but ugh let me know girl

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Luke fixed the headphones upon his curly head. He was really excited to stream today. The generous male donations had been abundant recently, and he attributed it to his friend Michael’s kitty ear headphones. They were bubblegum pink and shaped Luke’s gentle face perfectly.

“You can only borrow them!” Michael said to Luke.

“Of course,” Luke had responded.

But the truth is, Luke had been “borrowing” them for the fourth week in a row—the fourth week since he started his Twitch. Luke had always admired the pretty girls who earned thousands just playing video games and flirting with the camera. There was no reason a pretty boy couldn’t do that (He did both of those things on the daily anyways.He might as well be paid for it...).

He created an account and called himself, “Cheesetoastie11.” He regretted that silly name later because no one really took his channel seriously. Luke had five viewers for the first two weeks, and the lack of attention inspired him to get creative one day.

He came onto the screen in shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and he insisted on showing the camera them. They were silky and pink and strangled the flesh of his thick bum. He could rip them by bending over if he wanted.

“Hey guys! I just want to show everyone my cute shorts!” Luke giggled and fluffed his hair. “Let me know if you like them!”

The once empty live chat began to fill with comments from lonely old guys or supportive girls, and Luke quickly blew up for being the “thickest boy on Twitch.”

Now, revealing outfits and slutty actions defined Luke’s online persona. Various YouTubers even made commentary videos on how they disagreed with his content. That didn’t stop him. All publicity was good publicity. He was already receiving brand deals and fanmail in his P.O. box.

Irwin94 made a donation of $15

Irwin94: Are those the same headphones from when you started the channel?

“Yeah, I want to get more kitty ear headphones! These are Razor!” Luke responded to a curious fan in the chat. Suddenly, a notification for a contribution filled the room. Luke grinned.

Irwin94 made a donation of $150

Irwin94: Buy more. I want to see red ones.

“Aw! Thank you Irwin94! I will be able to with your lovely donation!” Luke giggled and bit his lip. “Anyways, guys, I was just going to talk today rather than play a game because I saved my progress, and yeah. I’m trying something different.”

Irwin94: You’re so beautiful. I’d be your sugar daddy.

Irwin94: I love your outfit. So perfect.

Luke blushed and tried not to get flustered on camera. This guy was more aggressively infatuated than many of his other fans. He didn’t want him to stop, but he couldn’t address it publicly or the fans would think he was showing favoritism, and maybe this guy was a murderer.

Irwin94: Q & A. I want to know about you.

Lukesbiggestfan: Q&A!!!

BrianLoganDales: Q&A gorgeous. We want to know about you.

The screen continued to light up with more responses. All of them really wanted Luke to do a question and answer, so he gave the people what they want.

“Oh okay! I’ll do a Q&A!” Luke squeaked a giggled and twirled his hair. “First question...”

He scrolled through the choices of questions on his desktop, then he looked at the webcam when he found a good one.

“Have you ever had sex?” Luke blushed and bit his lip. “I’ve never gone all the way, no.” He laughed awkwardly. The comments section went crazy, but the patron that caught Luke’s eye was Irwin94.

Irwin94: Let daddy fuck you.

Most of the comments said things like that, but Irwin94’s gave him butterflies and made him lose his place in the chat.

“O-Okay next question...” Luke coughed and bit his lip. “Will you bend over and touch your toes...sure! I don’t why you guys would want me to touch my toes, but okay.” He giggled. He was playing innocent.

Luke walked to the center of his room and softly caressed his legs as he bent down to grab his toes. He could hear more donations being made, and he could see the screen from the chat illuminating the entire room.

Irwin94: You’re making me desperate.

Luke shifted in his computer chair. He decided that after the stream, he needed to message this mysterious patron. “Next question...”

“Do you have a boyfriend? No, I don’t. Nobody in my area likes twinks,” He shrugged. “I’m a big bottom looking for a big top if anyone is interested.”

Luke said this in order to spark a response from Irwin94. Sure enough:

Irwin94: I’m a big top looking for a big bottom like you. You’re my dream boy, bunny.

“B-Bunny...” Luke accidentally said out loud and moaned. He almost drooled until he realized he was on camera and quickly regained control. “Sorry guys, I saw a bunny on my screen. I love bunnies!”

Luke continued the stream a flustered mess; there was no way he couldn’t discover who Irwin94 was. After he told his fans goodnight, he immediately sent Irwin94 a private message.

Cheesetoastie11: hey, i just really want to thank you for your donations, and i’m so flattered by all of your sweet comments.

The man responded within ten minutes.

Irwin94: There’s more where that came from if you were mine.

Cheesetoastie11: what’s your name?

Luke should feel ashamed for being so desperate for one of his patrons, but his curiosity was relentless.

Irwin94: Ashton Irwin

Cheesetoastie11: can i see a picture?

Irwin94: Can I?

Cheesetoastie11: we’ll both send one.

In his best red panties, Luke took a picture of himself in the mirror. He made sure his bum looked huge and his eyes looked innocent.

Ashton responded with a similar picture of himself in the mirror. He had golden skin, hazel eyes, and midnight black hair. He kind of looked like Elvis and James Dean had a baby. Luke had expected an old man, but this guy was beautiful.

Cheesetoastie11: omg. ur perfect.

Irwin94: I could say the same about you.

Cheesetoastie11: i know this is crazy, but we should snapchat or something...

Irwin94: My Snapchat handle is the same as Twitch

Luke added the handsome man on Snapchat. They spent the whole night sending cute pictures of themselves, and sometimes Luke would learn something about the mysterious boy. It was around 3 am when things started to get more heated, when Luke received a text from Ashton asking for his number.

Luke gave it to him, expecting a text, but his phone vibrated on the bed. Luke felt his stomach drop to his chest as he slowly answered.

“H-Hello? Ashton?”

“Hi, baby,” Ashton said in what Luke thought was the sexiest voice he’d even heard, but even better was that he recognized an Australian accent.

“Oh my gosh! You’re Australian too?! I didn’t expect you to call me,” Luke giggled softly.

“I didn’t expect you to notice me at all,” Ashton admitted.

“Nobody has ever said things like that to me,” Luke almost whispered and rolled in his bed with butterflies in his stomach.

“You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen,” Ashton sighed. Luke whimpered in response.

“I want you to be my sugar daddy like you promised. Where do you live?!” Luke whined like a brat.

“Australia,” Ashton laughed.

“Obviously, but where,” Luke huffed.

“Sydney,” Ashton said.

“Can I meet you somewhere?” Luke rubbed his own thighs.

“I’d love to meet you and make you my sugar baby, pretty bunny,” Ashton said in a growl.

“Oh god. I’ll meet you at that coffee shop in downtown, okay?” Luke panted, daring to touch himself at the prospect of fucking a stranger.

“I can’t wait to make you flustered in person. I’ve waited a long time for this...” Ashton said softly.

#twitch thot luke #au #au lashton #sorry this sucks #dont read this if you hate gay smut #luke hemmings #lashton #bottom luke #ashton irwin #twink luke #top ashton #5sos #gay5sos #lashton hemwin #gay

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Stray Cargo

Fifth installation of The Hearteyes Zone, a supernatural series of one-shots.

You’re spiraling into the unknown, a universe of anti-possible happenings and unique incidents.

A cruise ship called Carousel is on its way from the Bahamas with a peculiar stowaway on board. What manner of intruder is this, you ask?

One summoned by loneliness.

When desire calls to the sea, sometimes the sea will answer...

If you're in the Hearteyes Zone.  

—–

“Okay, shake it out! Good job everyone, this next dance is called the Cha Cha Slide! If you know it, prove it and come on up to the front. Dancers to the front! We have one, two, four, six, seven eight M’s in our bank account. What?! In our bank account! I’m kidding! People from the crowd. Nine. You sir, I see you, you know you wanna dance! Come on! Ten, thirteen-fourteen-fifteen, ALRIGHT DJ!” The music scratched switching from Wild Thots and Lyric led the mixed crowd in the infamous urban line dance as bystanders screamed their support and filmed, likely to post their loved ones’ dancing skills or lack of on social media.

This is something new, the casper slide part two, featuring the platinum band.. and this time, we’re gonna get funky!

The music blazed through the speakers as people of all ages, languages, and races danced and hopped for the crowds who watched from all floors of the boat, cheering and dancing in place. This was the same celebration that happened every other night.

---

Despite the late hour, the pools were open and movies played on giant screens. Food still flowed and passengers still roamed. Lyric was exhausted, run down, and partied out, but on the Carousel ship.. the party never stopped. Tomorrow she'd have to get up and do it all over again. She had signed on for eight months of customer service and parties pretty much and it had only been three. She couldn't sleep in, there were no days off, and she missed her mother. Although she was surrounded by crew, they weren't her family.. they weren't her friends. Also, American staff members were rare.

Lyric was lonely.

She did share a cabin with a Spanish crew member by the name of Lydia but Lydia was barely in the room since she dated an officer who had his own room, something Lyric never complained about. It was the only privacy she got.

Tonight Lyric decided to use the alone time to masturbate which only made her hungry, so she redressed and left the cabin to buy a snack, a coke and some chips. On her way back she heard strange knocking coming from a crew members only door, pausing to listen. "Hello? Someone stuck?" It stopped and there was a thump and scratching. The scratching got louder and more urgent. “Hello?”

When no one spoke, thoughts of demons, movie monsters, and serial killers flashed in her mind but reality kicked in. She was on a boat. Who kills on a commercial cruise? Shaking her head, she took a breath and twisted the doorknob finding a large rednose with an aggressive glare.

She took a step back. It was a muscular dog and she didn't know its temperament or anything about it including how it'd gotten on board. It stood, walking casually as she froze, not wanting to present herself as a threat. She didn't know what to do. “Are you… hungry?” It yawned sitting beside her and she took a look around. There was no one in sight, but someone had to have closed him in there. She dropped a chip on the floor and he stood wanting the bag. "Oh, okay, o-okay," she wavered nervously as he jumped, letting him take the bag. She gently reached to scratch his ear, relaxing when he leaned into her accepting the rub. "Aww," she smiled. "You look mean as hell! But you're just a cutie.. Where did you come from? Huh? Huh?" She was baby talking the dog and completely unashamed.

---

In the cabin, Lydia was still away. There was an unused paper bowl in the neat room that she used as a dish to pour water into and he went to it, lapping it to the point where she had to refill it. Where would he pee? She had to think of something. "We need cardboard.. newspapers.. something so that you don't pee and poop on the floor... Stay," she pointed as she backed out of the cabin to locate materials. She practically ran back to the room setting up a makeshift bathroom before climbing into the small bed to go to sleep. Tomorrow would be another long day. She noticed the pit climb into the second bed, curling in to rest. Lydia wouldn't be back anyway, Lyric thought, what did it matter? "Goodnight, pup," she whispered closing her eyes.

---

After an early breakfast, Lyric snuck some meat back to her cabin where Lydia sat. The dog was gone, Lydia was there, and the newspaper was still dry. "Lydia, did you see... a dog?"

Lydia gave a confused look in return. That was a no. Where had he gone? How? She didn't have time to look for him, it was time for the first class of the day. After this, she'd be teaching 70s dance.

There was a designated part of the boat she reported to where The Second Waltz by Dmitri somebody played and she demonstrated the box step with one of the passengers, the most common foundational step in many dances. She wore a blue flowy dress and low heels.

"We move around the room in a counter-clockwise direction and he guides me," she stopped. "But first, you begin side by side, left foot forward, one. Step to the right with your right foot, two. Left meets your right foot, three. Step back with the right, four. Side left, five. Close with your left foot, six... GOOD JOB ERIK, you're a natural," she smiled up noticing his dimpled smirk. He was a talented volunteer.

"I try," he shrugged and Lyric hated so bad that she wasn't allowed to fraternize with the passengers. It would get her fired instantly. She hid her interest and looked back to the group of learners, waving for her handsome volunteer to rejoin the group. "Okay, here we go! Count with me."

---

By the time she was done four separate lessons, she needed a break and something to eat. Then it was back to the room to see if her four-legged friend had returned. He came mosying down the hall shortly after her to her surprise. "C'mon," she patted her knee for him to hurry so she could conceal him inside of the empty cabin. She rubbed him down and he hopped onto her bunk lying down on her blankets. "I see you didn't use the cardboard or newspaper I set up for you last night," she pointed out. "You didn't have to go?" He caught her on her lips with his excessive licking, effectively ending her questioning and sending her to the tiny bathroom to wash her mouth. "Are you hungry?" She tossed him the meat she'd brought earlier and he sniffed it not eating it. She laughed. "You're such a bougie pup, don't think I haven't noticed you don't eat from surfaces, only from my hand, a dish, or straight from the bag. You must belong to someone with a lot of money, someone who spoils you rotten." A lightbulb went off in her mind. Someone snuck their pet onboard. "Who was it? Who do you belong to, boy?" He rolled over on the small bed exposing his stomach and she rubbed it vigorously. "Yeah you're definitely a rich person's dog. So spoiled!"

Lyric had to go back out for dinner, to dance, and to work the mic partying professionally for the rest of the night as entertainment, but when she returned to the cabin with Lydia the pit was there on her bed sleep where she'd left him. Lydia jumped at the sight, whispering. "There's a fucking pitbull on the bed!"

"I know! Don't snitch," Lyric whispered back sitting on the bed to rub the sleeping dog's back. After her shower, she had to push him aside to climb into her narrow bed. Lydia was in her own bed. He climbed back up curling up in the gap of space he could find. "So spoiled," she yawned falling asleep.

---

Another day. Lyric had to do this for about five more months, but this was the last day onboard for this particular group of passengers. Lyric looked to the cardboard and newspaper. It was still empty and dry. What was wrong with this dog's bladder, she wondered looking over at the large dog on her legs. She sighed thinking of how once the pup returned to whoever he came with, they'd leave taking him with them. She rubbed his back and as if sensing her sadness, he licked her a Good Morning. He was her only real companion on that boat and the only connection she'd really formed. She tried to follow him to find his owner to greet them and tell them what a hit he'd been, but she'd gotten distracted and lost him somehow. He was such a mysterious little blessing.

It's just a jump to the left. And then a step to the right! With your hands on your hips. You bring your knees in tight! But it's the pelvic thrust! That really drives you insane! Let's do the Time Warp again! Let's do the Time Warp again!

She went through dance after dance after dance and each time she had to be personable, bright, and energetic. Out of the repeat students to show up for the various classes.. that one guy, Erik stood out always helpful and always sweet. She'd miss him too.. and if she weren't a crew member and could just cruise as a guest, she would be all over him... but alas. He had to go. Her pup had to go. She'd be alone again.

---

The boat was set to sail back to Florida from the Bahamas in the night, a trip that could take up to 10 hours. On schedule, the boat shook, signifying that it had been undocked and was beginning its voyage back to the starting point. Lyric had just settled into bed after a strenuous night. Pup was gone, Lydia was sleeping with her officer boyfriend, and Lyric was alone in the room. As the boat sailed, she could feel the movement. Her heart clenched and a tear fell from her eye and she wiped it quickly. She couldn't believe she was crying over a dog that wasn't even her dog. It was more than that.. She felt the harsh loneliness creeping back in quickly and she couldn't take it. She closed her eyes willing herself to sleep to stop from feeling. It worked because when she woke up, it was to the sound of the bathroom door opening after a toilet flush. Lydia. She didn't feel like getting up but she finally opened her eyes checking her watch.. It was time to shower and get her breakfast. Turning over with a sigh her eyes focused on a large body resting on the opposite bunk.

A man.

She screeched, jumping up and snatching the covers from him. She gasped as he stirred opening his eyes to focus on her slowly, eyes full of a warmth that melted her.

"Erik?"

He looked down at himself in confusion, sitting up and she took a step back. "My bad," he grumbled, voice low.

"Why are you in here, I could get fired," Lyric fussed. "How did you even get in here?" She looked around confused. "On God, you better start speaking. I swe-"

"Hold up, I was hella lit last night," he groans rubbing his face. "So, I ain't make it back before you fell asleep, but I just wanted to say bye. I'm a miss you." With that, he shifted and Lyric nearly pissed herself as she stared at her beloved pup sitting on the bed watching her. Covering her mouth in shock, she fell back into her bed, her heart racing and body trembling. Coming nearer, the dog jumped up to lick her and suddenly she felt strange petting him. He was a grown ass man in her bed.

He licked her face, jumping on her hard enough to push her back and she froze, eyes wide. He shifted back into a man, his hulking body over hers and her heartrate spiked again. He laid his head on her chest, not moving until she calmed down.

When her heart slowed, he sat up adjusting his clothes and she wondered how it worked. How did he shift and still have on clothes? "In movies when werewolves shift back into people, they're always naked," Lyric spoke wide-eyed.

"...Did you want me to be naked?"

"Maybe... I don't know, this is weird," she frowned flinging her arms.

His brows rose.

"Mama is a pervert yet I'm making this awkward," he smirked with a hesitant pause. She was still staring, following his hand as he slowly moved it to his zipper. "If you promise not to cry when I leave... I can make this goodbye a little sweeter for you," he muttered stripping off his clothing peice by peice as Lyric stared on. He stopped when he was nude. "Now you only thinking bout one thing..."

Placing her hand on his erect shaft, he squeezed it around him "Rub this dick like you rubbed my stomach." She snickered and he guided her hand as she jerked him.

"I hope this isn't beastiality," she whispered putting her mouth on it. She drew him in, swirling her tongue around the head and sucking. The sloppier she sucked, the harder he gripped her head into his abs trying to push himself down her throat.

She came up with a loud gasp for air, spitting onto his shaft, drool dripping down her chin and he flipped her onto her stomach, pulling off her panties and using her arousal and her thick spit for lube.

"Open up." Pressing into her from behind he started rough off the bat giving her no time to adjust to him. She buried her mouth into the bed with her ass high, her body pushed forward by his rough thrusts. She hadn't gotten dick since she'd stepped onto that boat and she almost cried from how much she missed it.

His hands wrapped tightly around her neck and it was like he was taking out anger, slamming into her guts as he choked her, her face turning colors, pressed against the mattress. He growled in her ear and the guttural noise triggered her vagina to squirt. He wanted badly to be remembered.

"I'm come-," she whispered and it was inaudible to her own ears.

"I'm fucking this shit up, like a good boy.. ain't it?" He chuckled and she felt as though she'd pass out, she was so far gone.

"Good boy... Say it," he commanded in her ear, breathless. He loosened his grip so that she could speak and she panted catching her breath.

"Good boy, Erik," she moaned through heavy breaths, her pussy tightening. Her whole body tensed before dropping and he closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of her squeezing against his girth.

"I am a good boy. Top dog and you my bitch," he muttered, pulling out to fire on her asscheeks. He collapsed on the opposite bed, grinning before wiping her cum off oh his thighs and dick. "I gotta make sure they got my bags and get outta here... BUT," he stood rubbing her back. "I won't forget you. Maybe we'll meet again sometime. You never know." He opened the door and shifting back into his pitbull form

...He was off.

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[nothingnessthots]

Amazing

I loved everything about today. for my first time ever tripping i wouldnt have wanted to do it with anyone other than the one and only Sydney, I felt everything i was looking at and there were moments when all i could decipher was the ground pulsating underneath my body as i sprawled in the forest of hoover. Everything was so real and living and it really made me realize that everything else literally doesnt matter. my friends are so amazing and made sure i didnt die and i dont think its because they wanted to or had to but its because they wanted me to be alive and you know thats why were all here. my friends are all so supportive and amazing i couldnt ask for anyone better. MGMT WHEN YOU DIE. all i know. is that acid is amazing. we went out there. WE WERE SO NOT READY CJNDJNDJK WE LITERALLY HAD NO WATER OR PHONES WE COULDA PASSED OUT BUT WE MADE IT. Mother earth herself granted us with Water. im so grateful for this beautiful place we live on. literally i was sitting on a piece of the world with my best friend for hours. watching the water come out of the dam looking like a whole ass daisy blooming in slow motion in front of my eyes but in reality it was moving so fast and it wasnt a flower but water fucking flowing. the water sounded like kali uchis voice. soothing and almost spiritual.i wish i could still see everything moving. -see you again tyler the creator- can i get a kissssssssss - back to the water, i def cried looking at it. we cried a lot. it felt beautiful. “is it raining or are these tears?” we literally wouldnt stop crying and thinking it was raining and now that i think of it i really wish it rained but we can save that for another time. our trip was so random but expected ya know. i asked sydney if she wanted to trip because i was thinking about buying some and it just HAPPENED. SYDNEY IS THAT BITCH. i really needed this trip day so i can relax and say fuck everything!!! you already know i got home though (after being gone for an entire fucking week in florida) threw all my shit into the washer and got all my goodies cleaned so i can be cutie again. then tripped. lmao we love a responsible queen. im currently listening to music and writing this. having such a fun time at 3:05 in the morning and i got home at 1:30. i bet you if i text sydney she would still be awake right now. i have terrible lock jaw but thats honestly it man. this is what im listening to right fucking now. i dont know whos going to read this. but if you are. i love you. i need you so. this song is adorable i just started typing it out lmao i feel like i need to sleep soon but i have so many things flowing through my mind i sort of want to play around on tumblr. all i want to say is thank you. we are more than amazing and the thots and nothingness that are coming out of my brain right now only make sense to me and thats okay. life. is. amazing, ohio really isnt too bad. it gave me the exact trip i was wanting my whole life. rolling around in a field in barely any clothing looking up at the sky watching the clouds turn into faces and look as if they are going to fall out of the sky onto me in a big embrace. i wanted to hug the earth, i hugged carlo in those moments. FLASH FORWARD to when we were in a car. im telling you me and syd shouldnt have been un super vised but we made it home safe and im going to add those videos onto here sometime. i took a lot of cool videos and i wish i had sydneys camera so i could mess around with all the footage and make something. i definitely need to go somewhere i can submerge my body into a perfectly warm form of water next time. the beach was fucking amazing last week too like i feel like i didnt get to experience it with anyone but lex. I started crying at one point in the trip because lex was not there. i cant believe my bff is out in florida doing what i did a year ago in california like that was a real life trip. i felt like even though me and lex are so far apart we still got each other and thats what its all about. next time i trip it will be with lex and we will cry and hug so much. im crying typing this right now. thinking about my best friend and how i love him with every piece of my HEART. thats how i feel about cheerleading too.  YO I DID A BACK FLIP ON ACID BTW FUCK WITH ME BITCHES WE GOT IT ON TAPE AND THAT JUST SHOWS I WILL FOREVER BE ABLE TO FLIP MY BODY. im going to continue doing it forever. omgggggg midway through my trip STEPHANIE TEXTED ME and asked me to go to the gym TO TEACH A CLASS!!!!!!! i said no so fast. i almost freaked out and told her i was on acid but that would have ruined my vibe so thank god i didnt. but who else would that happen to. literally just me. i felt like i was in that episode of broad city where they eat shrooms and had to go to her bosses work to deliver her macaroons. this so throughout this piece i have been adding random songs that have begun playing on my youtube that have distracted but also helped me throughout this process. im shocked at how i did not get horny throughout my trip. ive been so sexuallly frustrated for no reason at all. i dont need to be frustrated over something like that and literally everyone was on their periods so women rule anyways!!! women are just as great as men and we can reproduce a fucking child in my stomach which is awesome but like why would anyone need that right now you know. basically what im saying is i got my period and we are working well. we as in me and my body. i had a very disassociating trip in my opinion. i felt as if i was just a soul settling in the warmth and comfort of my body. i felt as if i could step out of my body and observe it. i always want to feel the way i did as i was looking at everything. to conclude my flow of thoughts and nothingness i will leave you with this, you are amazing and alive and know that i am sending every possible positive force i have in myself to you. goodnight. 

[dynamitaee]

X

#just finished watching today's concert so i am in my feelings once more #but like how incredible is it that bangtan exists #like there's just these seven men hopefully sleeping soundly right now #and whatever happens like i know they love me and are rooting for me and want me to be okay #and it's just a band but it's not really #and i get a bit lost in the social media side of it all sometimes and it makes feelings flatten out #but then a concert like this happens and it's just like #italicised oh #and then they wear dumb glasses and chicken hats and make hearts with their flashlights and get emotional when talking about missing us #and I'm just like gdi you're my favourite people #i just wanna HUG like i know we all have many thots but fuck i just want a bangtan hug #i love them so much dude #i already miss them #ok that was emotions with flore please tune in next time for more teary nonsense #love you all goodnight i love bangtan

[killermercurys]

Imagine x A night at the Oscars 🌟

The big night had finally arrived and everyone was so excited.

Rami looked adoringly at Lucy and gave her such a big grin right before he looked down at his Oscar which he clenched onto tightly.

Lucy: What on earth are you going to do with that thing?

Rami: Oh, I don’t know, probably just stick it on a shelf somewhere

Lucy: At home, I’d suppose

Rami: Home? that’s such an obscure thing, really

The two of them laugh and smile at one another as Rami plays with the engagement ring on Lucy’s finger that he gave her just the day before.

Ben: Joe, why did you just pull out a calendar?

I already know the date

Joe: You just don’t want to admit it

Ben: Joe, If you make that joke again I swear to god

Joe *aggressively points to calendar* All these dates and you ain’t got one hahahaha

Ben: But you’re sitting right next to me

Joe: why must you ruin every joke I make

Ben: Joe just because you’re Tim from Jurassic Park doesn’t mean you get to act like a dick to me

Joe *awkwardly looks for words*: Look, when we get home just please hang the calendar up because we need something to replace our wedding photo after you smashed it on the ground after you saw Ben Cardy in the bed again

Ben: *mumbles to himself*: that bitch

Gwilym: Hello, I’ve been here for two weeks can someone please talk to me?

I can’t really feel my legs, I feel like I’m a walking bamboo stick

Ben: Are you jOking?? I will throw bacon at you again, I will do it

Joe: Gwilym, you know we love you but please for the love of god shut up

Gwilym: Just happy to be here

Brian: I’ll deliver the speech, Roger

Roger: Oh of course you will because it’s always about you

Brian: I’m not saying that, Rog

Roger: It’s always about you big space man,

It wasn’t enough for you to play on top of fucking Kensington palace but now you have this to, hey, why don’t you just go fuck some stars while you’re at it

Brian: Hey, Roger there’s a car over there, I think it’s a Ferrari 308 GTB

Roger: Are you jOking?

Brian: no buddy, not today

Roger: oh shit reAlly???!!

Brian: oH dear god not again, it’s happening again, someone get a grease gun

Of course, in Roger Taylor fashion, Roger runs

Ben: ROGER NO

Allen: HELP us please

Aaron: We’ve been in there for a week

Gwilym: been where for a week?

Aaron: In the car of Ben’s trunk

Allen: it was pitch black but all we could see was torn up pieces of cardboard with the words “u thot” written in sharpie

Aaron: for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why but the pieces of cardboard looked like Ben

Joe *to Ben*: We’re getting a divorce

Ben: FinE, I have better things to do on my Saturday nights anyway

Ben *winks* at Gwilym

Gwilym: No, please, don’t do that again, ever

Conveniently right after the whole debacle the lights dim and the nominees are being announced:

Bohemian Rhapsody

Everyone simultaneously: yayyayaa oh my goddamn this amazing I’m so proud

Joe: Oh MY GOD YES!! Everybody else can go kiss our asses

Ben: Joe, when we get divorced I’m getting Ben Cardy - you bitch

Joe: then I’m taking the calendar you hoe

Again, conveniently the host speaks again:

Black Panther

The Favourite

BlacKkKlansman

Green Book

Vice

A Star is Born

Roma

And the winner is... Bohemian Rhapsody! Producers Graham King and Jim Beach

Everyone jumps up so excited while Roger and Brian hug each other

and Joe and Ben Kiss...

Rami grabs Lucy’s hand and they walk to the stage while Rami stands there for a sec

Lucy: Rami what’s wrong?

Rami: Nothing love, just looking at how beautiful you are

Lucy *blushing* thank you darling, now let’s go

Rami *with a big grin on his face*: I dub thee Mrs. Lucy Malek

Joe: For the last time Ben! Let go of my calendar or the tattoo gets it

Ben: Oh look at you, being a bitch, hey why don’t you go fuck some dinosaurs

Joe: and what did those poor dinosaurs ever do to you?

After a painful, awkward silence amongst the group they make there way up to the stage.

Bri heads up the stairs first while Roger annoyingly tries to cut in front of him, but of course that plan didn’t work. They are obviously followed by their wives Anita and Sarina. Then Rami comes behind them still clenching onto his well deserved Oscar as he also has Lucy’s hand in his grip. Joe and Ben then follow, you could only imagine what they hold in store:

Ben: For Christ’s sake Joe just leave calendar

Joe: If you really loved me then you’d let me have the goddamn calendar

Ben: I still love you, you idiotic, lovable bastard

Joe: duh I already knew that but awwww

Gwilym follows behind trying not to roll his eyes another 1000 feet back into his head while Aaron and Allen follow. As everyone is scrambling on stage marveling in the news we hear a set of footsteps quietly grace the stage A thunderous roar erupts from the audience as everyone rises on their feet because John Richard Deacon, born August 19th, 1951 just entered wearing a dazzling maroon colored suit of course to compliment Joe’s. Humble as always John stands there and takes a small bow. Reluctant but in awe, Joe walks over to John and the two link arms as Joe walks him over to Roger and Brian, who are both in a state of shock.

Roger: Deacy, I cant believe you’re here

Brian: After all this time

John Richard Deacon: It’s great to be here, I know Fred would love it

Roger: I’m sure he does

Now it’s time for the speech:

Brian: This is such a big honor, there are so many people to thank so let m-

Roger: What Brian is trying to say is that we have to thank our producers: Graham King, Jim Beach, & Dexter Fletcher who is also our amazing, hardworking director who showed us what art could be, what Queen could be. Thank you for John Ottman for giving us our sound and for making Queen and Fred sound alive again-

Brian: Rog also forgot to thank Polly Bennett our movement coach, thank you to Julian Day who made everybody jealous with Freddie’s wardrobe and a final thank you to Susie Figgis who casted these 4 talented, wonderful men.

Roger: Rami you did a wonderful tribute to Freddie and you brought our best friend back to life once again, thank you.

Brian: Thank you to every single cast and crew member who worked on this film even when it didn’t have a star yet.

Roger grabs the Oscar and says these words to the sky: This one’s for you Fred!

John Richard Deacon: Thank you everyone, goodnight!

As the audience applauded like mad, Rami turned around to see Freddie in a light blue suit leaning against the wall, smiling

Freddie: thank you, darling

*scene cuts to black and then cuts to what looks an apartment, Joe and 3 children are laying on the floor*

Joe: And that kids is the story of how I married, divorced and re-married your mother

Ben: Mother?? Are you jOking? *the kids distraught faces intensify*

Joe: eh, don’t worry kids he’ll get used to it, it’ll all be taken care of

*cuts to Ben Cardy peering out of the closet*

The End (for now)...

#bohemian rhapsody #oscars #freddie fucking mercury #john deacon #roger taylor #brian may #rami malek #ben hardy #gwilym lee #joe mazzello

[solasulad]

Just One More Time Mr. Hair.

Said ouuuuu ouu ouu That lazy love.

Lol I been texting hair since November 11 to link up but he was busy that night & I was out. Said Monday. I told him alright just hit me up. He then says send me a pic. Like the fuck niggah you already seen my body before. Idk why guys like that shit. It was late at night and he wasnt home so I thought maybe he was gonna show it off? Said send me a dick pic he’s like he doesn’t have told him goodnight hit me up tomorrow if not it’s cool.

He hits me up a weeeeek later Saturday talking about what you saying.. told him I was sleep & that tonight’s good he’s like maybe Monday? Huh? Anyways I tell him I’m gonna get my reds so I’ll let him know.

Again don’t hear from him for another week. On the 24th I hit him up asking what’s up. He’s like when you down I’m like rn, he’s like well shit ii then bet. Lmao nah.. that’s not how it went. This man needs about 3 days in advance I swear.

He’s like tonight’s sounds good but then.. comes closer into the night, he’s supposed to get off of work at 11. I don’t hear from him until I text him at 12 saying hey. He tells me that he’s out and that he’s going to a party after. (Tory lanez was there 😩) Cause I creeped his Instagram

I’m like alright hit me once again on another night. I knock out about agreeing to seeing him Monday before 11. This man than texts me Saturday night going into Sunday asking if I’m up again. It’s 5am he’s wilding, I wake up Sunday replies back and said alright imma be busy Sunday cause of a soccer game then asking me to come to his ends after he showers. I said yah yah but felt it was a flop. then told him just hit me up. Monday no response back. I let that be, Tuesday morning I wake up to a you up text again. Reply back to it 6am then he says he’s gonna be at cheese cake factory & to meet up at after 8. Said perfect cause I beeeen wanting some dick mane.

Come the time my moms wilding. My cars blocked by my moms and stepdads. I’m out the shower even lazy to meet with him. I tell my bro I’m gonna buy him food then go out like a Thot.

We meet up same spot last time back of the building. It’s snowing my cars gliding, but that didn’t stop me.

I get in his car, tell him again hey big head 👀🌞 He laughs then says how you been tell him good, then pulls me over on top of him and start making out.

I’m sitting on top of him kissing biting his lip and playing with his hair. He pulls my tights off grabbing my ass smacking it. Oh lawd.

I’m still making out with him and he’s at this point inside me with his finger. I moaned so loud that caught me off guard!

I get off top and start sucking him. By then he pulls my tights down finger fucking me, I couldn’t even suck man. I started to deep throat cuss his isn’t as big as hermits. But I’m deep throating it, he’s grunting saying oh shit omg. I do it maybe three times and hold the last one there. Start playing with my tongue around his dick while I’m deep throwing. He gets me up, I take my tights off completely, then position myself doggy. He puts the condom on, leans in and goes in.

I’m screaming scratching myself screaming omg yah yelling every time he went deep.

Sheit, I picked myself up and started throwing it back! Threw it back so hard he just stood there didn’t move what’s so every, slapping my ass pulling my hair back when I’m throwing it. We did it like that for a couple of more minutes.

He tried to go in but I switched up and leaned down face down ass in the air until he came.

He pulled out I’m tryna catch my breathe, cause idk how many times I came, and he then says “yo you fucked me” I laugh and say idk man I was horny, he’s like it’s been that long LOL (cause it’s been maybe 3 weeks)

He said he was enjoying the view and that my ass was jiggling, told him I’ve been working out and eating. He’s like what gym blah blah told him and then says he’ll take his mom there. Okay?

So I pull my jacket from the front seat and then he stays what am I doing tomorrow? Told him nothing he’s like link up after work around 8? Said alright, He’s like his bro had a game later on maybe when it’s done, I’m like yeah if not it’s cool. He just sat there I get my jacket avoiding looking at him, then turn around give him a hug and go. He gets out goes into the front as I go to my car.

I’m so thankful my windows are tint cause well damn. My shit wasn’t even warm I just had to find my keys and gather myself for a second and run.

If I’m being completely honest, I texted that I left at 10:31 leaving my place that’s 5 mins away from me. I probably get to him at 10:36, we do what we do, then probably left at 10:49 from him. Cause I get a text from Mo’de when I make that turn on the main road.

10:36-10:49 how long was that?? That’s what I’ve been crying for? I’m cheesed cause it wasn’t even a lot of time. Like didn’t want it to stop.

But also laughing cause when we would fuck last year I was like crying at how painful it was, like come already man. But he would take his time and I was just laying there.

But anyhoo. I’m at work rn. We’ll see if tonight’s even a thing. I doubt it, I want it cause last night was way too short. 10:36-10:49 how much time was for foreplay how much was just sex? 13 minutes together? Lool 2-3 minutes head, 4 minutes foreplay 5 minutes sex. & two minutes just transitioning from car, condom to position.

Lol oh man.

Yo I’m so nonchalant, like at times I really don’t care about that shit just pull up. Not with the planning in advance either. Think I need to get someone who’s willing to pull up. Cause I been wanting sex a lot lately. And these niggahs don’t know how to play fair either. Like one night? Then when am I gonna fuck again? Months from now?

I feel good tho, like last time we fucked felt there was some energy there but last night nothing. It wasn’t no awkward pauses, didn’t feel guilty afterward. & I guess that comment him saying me fucking him took me by surprise cause in my head while getting fucked I was thinking to, put in work, don’t sleep man, make this man fuck with you heavy. Make him wanna call me to fuck instead of someone else. I was just thinking those stuff like going ham in it. My mindset switched up half way, like at first I was getting fucked then started throwing it back thinking.

Guess it showed off cause he said I was fucking him while he enjoyed the view. But lol at how long it lasted. He’s whatever tbh. Like he’s not cute, only gets me wet cause I’m sexually attracted to him. There’s nothing else there with him.

[breakingitswings]

1-30. ALL OF THEM.

why cass why?! haha

if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to? ummm listen to Fever’s End by Tablo (yes the whole album), watch Kimi No Na Wa aka Your Name (i love anime and if you’re gonna watch one better make it an awesome one), read Goodnight Punpun

have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who? no i haven’t. kinda been reading around randomly lately

list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with. oh geez fandoms? idk if i fan hard enough to be considered part of one haha

do you like your name?  is there another name you think would fit you better? i like my first and middle, i’m looking to change my last. with my parents split i’d rather carry my mom’s side

do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do? doing, i definitely believe your actions say more about a person than words ever could

are you religious/spiritual? uhhh not really

do you care about your ethnicity? i do but i’ve never felt like i fit in, i still feel that way

what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime? definitely Epik High, their poetic and deep lyrics mean everything to me, they’re my thoughts and feelings explained in ways i never could.

are you an artist? nope

do you have a creed? idk be kind/humane/courteous, you know basic morals. why is it so hard for many to treat people like people. just be nice fuck

describe your ideal day. wake up early and not feel tired. get in a workout. read at a park till i doze off under a tree. have for lunch whatever it is i’m craving. don’t really need to do much i’m ok with an easy day. and end the day with pie

dog person or cat person? dog

inside or outdoors? in, i do like to be out but let’s be real i spend most of time inside

are you a musician? damn i haven’t played in forever

five most influential books over your lifetime. the Encyclopedia Brown series (i now love mysteries and having my mind stimulated), the Farseer Trilogy (i think this is my first big fantasy epic and wow worth it, loved it), the Series of Unfortunate Events (this kind of story was new to me at the time, and first time i ever sat down and read a whole book in one sitting was the last one), The Joy Luck Club (i’ve read this at least 3 times and every time it’s enjoyable), The Sandman series (most recent read, fucking love it)

if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same? hmmm no, i think in the whole nature vs nurture that nurture plays a huge role in what shapes a person

would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”? you got it

what’s your patronus? wait i don’t know harry potter lol

which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle? again i still don’t know lol

would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else? the world of My Hero Academia where having a super power is normal and there’s school for it and jobs, that would be fucking awesome!

do you love easily? yea, i like to think positively about someone, you know give them a chance to prove i’m right. and i have a caretaker personality, i love to provide and make sure everyone is doing well. i will always go out of my way to make someone happy. now if you mean romantically i’m not sure haha history would say yes but i really do meet great girls, i still don’t get how guys complain bout meeting the crazy ones

list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order. 1 chilling to music. i like to either put on an album or playlist of a genre (lately it’s been smooth jazz or blues). 2 talking to friends. 3 reading. 4 shooting hoops. 5 shopping

how often would you want to see your family every year? i see my family all the time i still live at home. if you mean other relatives i’m not sure. we just met some relatives for the first time and they’re awesome! i’d love to see them more often but the distance is too much (money lol)

have you ever felt like you had a “mind-meld” with someone? naw

could you live as a hermit? shit basically do that now

how would you describe your gender/sexuality? straight male

do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the “real you”? if by that you mean nothing much then yes haha

on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin? 10, i’m super easy going i can’t even think of a time i lost it

three songs that you connect with right now. 2nd Thots by Jay Park (cuz fuck that bitch), Stampede by Year of the Ox (i need a hype song to forget things), Santa Tell Me by Ariana Grande (it’s almost christmas leave me alone lol)

pick one of your favorite quotes. “Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby- awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess” Lemony Snicket

hope i didn’t miss one cassie but it’s almost 5 am and i gotta sleep lol