#literally on the verge of tears not even fucking joking

[chamaleonsoul]

i love him

#i csnt #i can't live like this #he #and i #and i .. yk #literally on the verge of tears not even fucking joking #like #he is so tiny and pocket sized and smol and chiquito and cute and soft and pretty and CHIQUITO #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 #🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 #😭😭😭😭🤍😭🤍😭🤍😭🤍😭🤍😭🤍😭😭 #i really wanna cry STUPID DREAM I HAD LAST NIGHT ISTG #awsten knight #op #reasons why i need mental assistance

[pepprs]

discovered miah_pie on t*ktok (<- i don’t have one btw i just stumbled upon her bc someone i follow on ig talked abt her) and her videos make me want to cry so bad. 24 year old dependent moment

#purrs #i went to a clothing store today to try to get new work shoes and pants bc the one pair i have of each literally have holes in them and are #falling the fuck apart on my body and it was a HORRIBLE experience largely bc i think everybody in town was out shopping for back to school #so it was super crowded and there were lots of screaming kids and it was extremely stressful + my dad got into a mini car accident while i w #was in the store (he was / is completely fine thankfully but the car is not which is so awesome 😍😍😍😍😍) and i was just so stressed and #overstimulated but also like… nothing fits me bc im so short lol. but anyway it was so horrible i was on the verge of starting to cry in the #store and then i came home empty handed and my mom got super pissed at me for… needing to go to the store / being the reason we were out lol #and then finding miah pie and her videos are all about making trips to the store SO much fun and buying little treats and saying yessir and #OHHHHHH MYYYYY and just finding the joy in smth that can be so stressful and unpleasant… it makes me want to cry happy and sad tears at the #same time like i want that soooo bad and i can’t do it fully yet but i want it. need it. fuck my stupid baka life #anyways im gonna start saying the stuff she says just to make myself feel better even when im not at a store. yessir! OHHHHHH MYYYYYY. #acquired. don’t mind if i diddly dooooo! #also btw i am not a dependent except for the ways i am a dependent. hope that helps 🫶🏻 #the problem is really that i don’t have a car or a license and also that my mom throws a fit every time i need / want to get driving #practice bc it’s never a good time so. lol 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 me doing drivers ed this summer was a fucking joke i forget literally everything i #learned and have only been behind the wheel 3 times and none of them have actually counted bc im just developing basic motor skills #(literally). fmlllll im never getting out of here who am i kidding 🤪 #delete later

[daytaker]

The Gang React to You Ignoring Them

Lucifer

"How childish. They'll have forgotten by the end of the day."

By the end of the day, however, Lucifer has reached his fucking limit. But his pride will not only prevent him from begging you to knock it off-- it will prevent him from even acknowledging in your presence that he is remotely bothered.

He probably goes to vent to Diavolo -- that is to say, visit him for tea and offhandedly comment about your immaturity for pulling such a stunt, knowing that he'll just contact you and beg for him.

Mammon

"Oh no you don't! MC! MC! MC! MC! MC! Hey! MC! MC! Hey! MC!"

He will follow you wherever you go. At first he thinks he's hilarious, being an absolute pain in the ass, but the longer it goes on, the more dejected he gets. His energy level tanks and soon he's just lying on top of the nearest piece of furniture and whining for you to stop it.

If you manage to get him off of you long enough to escape him, he will just text you.

Mammon: MC Mammon: MC Mammon: Hey MC Mammon: Hey Mammon: MC

If you block him, he will just text someone else until that person becomes so annoyed that THEY beg you to stop.

When you finally give in, he pretends like he didn't even care that much. It was just a little joke between pals, right? Haha!

Leviathan

"So this is how easy it is for you to just toss me aside like a piece of garbage."

Levi will take this extremely personally. Depending on why you're ignoring him, he might blame himself and enter a spiral of self-hate. He'll hole up in his room, refusing to leave until you finally come in and either apologize or forgive him, whichever is appropriate.

He'll spend a few moody minutes acting like it's too late for that, but soon he'll be on the verge of tears, making you to swear on a copy of The Tale of the Seven Lords that you will never pull that kind of thing again.

Satan

"Really? Is this what it's come to? You understand how pathetic this makes you look, don't you?"

Like Lucifer, he won't be too bothered at first, assuming you'll get over things relatively soon. But if nothing has changed within an hour or two, he'll start to get testy. He'll send a text, sit in the same room as you and stare a hole through your head, and if you're still ignoring him after a while of that, he'll storm up to his room.

Depending on how emotionally charged the incident was that led to you ignoring him, he will be more or less capable of fending off an explosion of temper. Most likely, any acknowledgement you toss his way will ease the tension, so it might be a good idea to just shoot him a text asking him not to destroy the house, please.

Asmodeus

"But it's impossible to ignore me! You can't look away from a face like mine! See?"

I don't think you can ignore Asmo. Being the literal Avatar of Lust with powers to charm and an intense need to be admired and adored, he simply exudes an aura that demands attention. You should probably come up with a different strategy of attack.

Beelzebub

"...Are you mad at me?"

Why would you do that to him? How could you be so cruel?

If you did do it, it would probably confuse and sadden him. Confusion and sorrow both make him feel hungry, so he will go ahead and start eating his feelings within an hour of the silent treatment. Even if you're content to allow this to continue, the other six demons in the house aren't, and you will ultimately have no choice but to make up with Beel.

Belphegor

belphie.exe has stopped responding

Considering you'd already forgiven him for the whole murder thing, he can't comprehend how you've become so mad at him that you'd go so far as to give him the cold shoulder. He won't know how to respond at first, but he will quickly become an angry, sulky ball curled up under the blankets on his bed. If it takes more than a few hours for you to come crawling back to him, things will start to change. Belphie will return to the common areas of the house, acting mostly the same as usual, and he will not spare you a second glance. Even if you stop ignoring him, well, two can play this game, and Belphie is absolutely petty enough to drag this one out.

After a day or two of you trying to talk to him, he'll relent. He'll feel kind of guilty, having worked through most of his anger while ignoring you. He'll probably text you a lot for the next day or two, just to ease some of his anxieties.

Diavolo

"I don't understand."

You can't do that. That's illegal. Next character.

Barbatos

"Hehe. What a troublemaker."

Barbatos likes it when you ignore him sometimes.

Barbatos will not change his behavior at all, ever. You could spend the rest of your life ignoring him, and he would simply accept it as one of those unfortunate circumstances life sometimes throws his way. He would prefer it if things didn't go down that way, though. Basically, he'll let you come to him whenever you've gotten over whatever it is you're upset about. What a king.

Solomon

"Hmm? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

Solomon will act pretty much the same as usual around you too. He'll point out that you're ignoring him to whoever else happens to be around and bemoan the situation, but he won't actively appeal to you. Instead, he'll orchestrate a scenario that traps you in a situation where he is the only person you can go to for help. As soon as you do that, he'll act as if nothing ever happened. If you resume the silent treatment, well, he can always come up with another scenario.

Are you still sure it's a good idea?

Simeon

"I didn't realize you were so upset. I'm sorry (that/if) I hurt you."

Simeon will either immediately understand why you are doing this, in which case he will apologize (using "that") or he will have absolutely no idea what's going on, and he'll still apologize (using "if") to be on the safe side.

If you don't show any signs of breaking, he'll enlist Luke's help to make you an apology dessert of some sort. And how can you stay mad at him when he's offering you angel food cake with such a sad expression?

Luke

😧😠😣🥺😢

Wh- Whaaa...?! How dare you ignore him! That's so mean! It must be all the demonic influences rubbing off on you! Stop it! Stop it or he's going to tell Simeon!

And then he'll go and tell Simeon. Simeon will probably tell him to just wait until you've calmed down. If he thinks you're being unreasonable, though, he'll probably have a talk with you himself. Really? Pulling the silent treatment on an actual child? Sure, he's a millennium old, but he's still a child.

#obey me #obey me hcs #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me x reader #nobody asked for this i just did it #you can't stop me #obey me luke #lucifer #mammon #levi #satan #asmo #beel #belphie #diavolo #barbatos #solomon #simeon #dthc

[hxltic]

I’M SORRY. MASTUKAWA ISSEI

• 200 FOLLOWERS!! 😻😻😻

• Genre: smut

• Warnings: female reader, college, slight angst at first, overstimulation, rough counter sex, choking, hair pulling, degradation, daddy kink, cunnilingus, pretty long but please don’t let it scare you off lol

-I just love comfort roommate Mattsun

You slept horribly. You thank the universe your classes had mercy. Though you still called into work, unfortunately, and even more to your demise— there was a huge sale that made folding restock clothes a pain.

Slumping through the door, getting your shower in, and throwing on the first shirt you found from the laundry room was very efficient until you got into bed.

You lay there.

Comfortably uncomfortable.

You were hot, but taking the covers off wasn’t an option. You felt every fiber or hair against your body. Your feet were cold. A growling noise erupted from your stomach.

Angrily, the covers are thrown off, where you stomp your way to the kitchen while dismissing the new breeze of air brushing your skin. No jacket, in shorts, waltzing around the apartment scavenging for food. You wish the feeling of the air conditioning didn’t bother you as much as the sound did, because it printed an obvious sign of irritation on your face.

Then the fire alarm beeped.

Taking a deep breath, you begrudgingly conclude yourself unsuccessful in finding something to nibble on. When you turn around, the corner of the kitchen table seemed to stick out more than usual.

Lo and behold it hit the corner of your already cold foot. You drop to your elbows on the counter in annoyance where hold your head, tugging probably unhealthily at your eyes from stress, trying your best not to fall to the ground and cry.

You immediately removed even the thought of tears when the door sounded.

“Honey I’m home.” Mattsun closes the door behind him.

He just got back from afternoon classes with only a handful of groceries. Your roommate started the “I’m home” thing as a joke, yet it carried farther than that as time went on. You correct yourself and try to help with the groceries at least a little bit, picking up what you could find in the bags and placing them in their correct spot.

Mattsun could obviously tell something was off the second he walked in. He watched you stutter and quickly regather yourself even though it looked as if you were on the verge of tears. He would’ve asked why by now, if he didn’t know that you probably didn’t know yourself. He was right. You didn’t.

Hard days never got to you, but as the homework piled up with your micromanaging boss, it went straight to the mini notepad in your brain listing all you had to do. It was fine until you had to flip to the next page, then the ink started getting all runny. You aren’t sure what caused it; but it happened. You held the milk mindlessly in your hand.

Mattsun scooted behind you towards the refrigerator. You were in the area between the island and the main counter, causing his front to press up against you innocently, an angered grunt dropping from your lips.

“Could you not go around?” You turn to him swiftly, your palm facing upwards to emphasize your feelings.

“Didn’t really think it mattered. You calling me fat?” He opened the refrigerator door. Usually you’d laugh, but it only turned your brows farther inwards.

“Yeah, it does. Go the other fucking way.” You spat. With the roll of your eyes, you slid the milk into the already opened fridge. You stepped back so that Matsukawa could close it, hand already on the handle—but when nothing happened, you turned around to see the tall male staring at you in disbelief. He literally just got home.

“…What?”

“The hell is up with you?” He asks regularly.

“Nothing,” you shrug and brush it off, “it was just unnecessary.”

“Well it’s clearly something,” he retaliates, “I’ve been practically crucified the ten seconds I’ve been here.” He closes the door and laughs humorlessly to himself.

“Whatever. It’s nothing.”

He starts, “Really? The-“

“God-it’s nothing! It’s nothing.”

The aggressive hand motions come back, then you finally take about four different things from the second-to-last bag and put them up hastily, even in your tired state.

He observes you from the counter with every step you take and every heavy breath you let in. Like you’re fighting an entire war with yourself.

It finally clicked in his mind: he said the wrong things in the wrong moment, and it wasn’t what you needed right now. He just wished he would’ve noticed sooner.

“Hey, my bad—I’m sorry. Should’ve went around.”

His voice wasn’t careless now, but soft. You heard him but just moved on to the last bag. Before you can pull something out, he takes it and tells you that you can go lay down. Better yet, that he’d handle everything else.

“It’s fine, I can do it.” You reach again and he pulls it away. “Give it.” The quicker you are, quicker he is.

You sigh and pull back. You wanted to slap the shit out of him but he wouldn’t budge.

“Do you always have to be like this?”

He cocks his head to the side. He was curious. It could tell how you actually feel about him, the kind of things you don’t tell people to their face.

“Like what?”

“Aggravatingly annoying,” you blatantly answered.

His expression changed for a second. He refuses to get louder, only talking in a low volume, casual tone.

“That I am.”

“Why can’t you just come in and go to your room to study or something?”

“I will next time.”

“Why do you always have to be by me?”

Hm…

Accepting it and having it your way he felt was the best thing to do. He’s been called annoying before, even irritating due to his constant teasing. But hearing it from you—really the main one he talks to that isn’t Makki— hurt a bit. You saw his eyes widen for a slight half a second more before reverting to his usual apathetic face.

He knew you didn’t mean it. He knew you were overstimulated. Giving in to you and whatever you said was what you needed, not someone to fight you on things. Yeah it fucking hurt; however, you were speaking out of temporary emotion rather than logic or feelings, so if not stressing you out in this way was what he’d have to do, he’d do it.

The truth was: you really couldn’t stand being by him. Hearing him walk in while you read in your bed, then casually throw his things to the wall and flop down at your feet. Or when you would come in later and he’d be sat criss cross on the couch, a spot waiting for you right next to him. You couldn’t decipher if these were regular friendly activities or not and it swam through your mind all throughout the day.

Was it just his personality? Did it mean anything to him? Were you being dramatic? All the hugs, the studying, the dinner nights. Were those dates? Did they have the same effect on him that they had on you? Were they even on purpose?

The silence was deafening and palpable, the gaze he held intimidatingly normal. Didn’t you just yell at him? How is he so calm? You had come back to your senses, staring up at his non-changing face, ready to say something.

“I-“

“Do I need any reason more than I want to be?” He utters first delicately.

There wasn’t a hint of negative energy. It made you sad, just how much he’d do for you. You actually almost wish he would’ve gotten mad.

He’s never once yelled at you, called you out for dumb things like breaking a glass bowl, or not being taught some things around the house. You just let out an entire day’s worth of anger onto him and said something that was nowhere close to what you feel. You even used him as a placeholder for what you wish you could say to your boss. He is always so, so good to you.

He watches as your eyes suddenly get tighter and your eyebrows inch upwards. You’ve done nothing but look at him, yet the mere thought of what you said and what he’s actually done forces you to drop your head slowly and take a few steps forward into his chest. Droplets fall silently to the tiled floor.

His arms softly found their way around you.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble.

“You’re okay.”

He hugs you back, progressively getting softer with every passing minute. Not “It’s okay,” “You’re okay.” Sometime later, you pull back with a deep breath, and you send a tight lip smile to him. Then while he puts away the discarded item (that was previously fought over), you hop up on the island counter.

“Okay. I’m better now.”

“Good.” He closes the fridge. Your legs sway back and forth. You’ll try to explain what happened, even if you know it won’t justify the outbursts directed at him.

“Hey I didn’t mean it.”

“I kno-“

“No, no, wait.” You interrupt.

Dark eyebrows raise and his arms cross as he leans back against the counter in front of you to listen. He nods, telling you to go on.

“I’m so stressed. I just had a really, really bad day and put you at the end of it. I do really enjoy your company—I promise—It’s just…it’s just I don’t really-”

You think for a moment and sigh before your head drops into your palms again. It was because your mind was racing to find the words. Do you tell him? Would it count as a confession?

“I don’t even know anymore. Do you ever…um…”

“Take your time.” He sits patiently.

Damn, did you have to trip over your own words now?

“…What do the dates that you plan usually look like?”

He seemed lost in thought for a second, prior to returning towards the sight of you nervously twiddling your fingers. He noticed the emphasis on the word ‘plan,’ as if you were trying to differentiate between real dates from him and whatever the hangouts you two had were. Saving you the trouble, he’d just tell you.

“I like you.”

…huh?

The sudden confession makes your eyes almost pop out of your head. That was not the answer you were expecting, but not the answer you didn’t want.

“What?” You whisper. You did hear that correctly, right?

He goes on to elaborate with a sigh and a shrug.

“Listen, I’ve been through a million different of these confessions and I don’t want that delay with you. I like you a lot, period.”

It was a while back ago when Mattsun decided he’d focus on you alone. He cleared his phone, and (which you noticed) somewhat cleared his defiled reputation of past debauchery. Many older women have came up to him asking if he actually would pursue during his libertine phase, to which he’d respond no, so he has experienced almost every subtle confession ever made. It was like déja vu.

Wide-eyed you sit. That was a lot easier than you expected; you were worrying all for nothing. The bearing weight that had you in a hold was finally lifted.

“So all of those were-“

“Yes. I haven’t done that with anyone else and I prefer to keep it that way.”

Your heart probably jumps in your chest and your eyes light up. A wide smile inches its way onto your face, and it almost dies down when you remember what you did, but he brings it back with a light, mature smile of his own. After all this time he actually was crushing on you like you were him. You never, ever could deny the way you were eager to see him once he would return from his classes and crash the night with you.

Speaking of crash, a sudden returning wave of exhaustion brushes your body. You ignore it though. There are better things.

“Well, that’s somehow where I was going; I like you a lot too. But if I actually asked you would you say yes? I know how-”

“That depends. Does it come with a ring?”

You stop and your dimples start to show as a smile crawls onto your face, again, “Um…no?“

“Then I object.”

He uncrosses his arms and walks unhurriedly between your legs. He was so content, large hands brushing up your thigh from the knee.

“Yes, I would,” he admits delightedly whilst gingerly coming closer in the face, “the ring comes later though.” He’d whisper a breath away from your lips. You’d wondered how you could be so lucky, the confession not even falling from your sheepish mouth, and still end up with the same outcome. When his eyes go from yours to the plump of your mouth; So, so ready to feel him on you, your eyes close and anticipate him.

Nothing happens. Once your eyes open and he stands there mockingly with the trademark grin (still only hovering an inch away from your nose), if you didn’t know any better you would’ve shoved him away and hopped off the counter to your room for playing with your feelings. But Mattsun was just being Mattsun. First he laughs genuinely at how gullible you are. Then, his trail of sight goes back to your lips unashamedly once more with a dimple-showcasing smirk. He slowly pushes a falling strand of hair away, and slightly turns his head to melt into you with a hand on your cheek sweetly.

You could feel the free smile that was on his lips as he kissed you. It was cute. The kind of things you see in movies at little coffee shops riding along the street. It was unlike him, an unfamiliar feeling this was—like sunlight rather than a rainy or cloudy day. It sounds stupid, but Matsukawa is always slow moving and effective. Watching tv with your legs kicked up or tucked in a blanket as the pitter-patter of the rain decided the kismet of your day. The lambent lighting of the morning making it significantly darker than it usually is with the blinds open.

He caught you before you were too far gone by groaning happily. Throughout it, the entirety of your mind was buzzed by the way your lips gracefully slow danced against his on the counter of your shared apartment. It felt so good seeing him just utterly happy, especially with you. Warm and steady like molasses in January. His fingers eventually connected in the small of your back. You were still tired so his energy was just as lazy as your own; like when your hands floated around his neck and feathered through his hair.

He did it as if it had been years since he was kissed. Yearning for absolutely any ounce of touch from someone. He was accidentally pushing into you, needing to be closer, your arch slowly getting deeper.

The second he pulled away for necessary air, he caught the crevices of your thighs and pulled you with him. Now that the hard part was done he’d give you the full experience.

“What are you doing?”

“Relieving stress.”

He pushes a leg up and over his own shoulder. His hands are placed directly atop your abdomen to apply light pressure as he kisses away the nerves from the main fat of your body gently. Remember all that cute stuff? Yeah, it just diminished the second he decided to eat you out on the marble counter.

You’re not very sure how it led to something like this, something like him pulling your shorts and panties off together. Once there, his mouth felt great against your clit, mainly when he’d stop and suck right between. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamt of this from someone before because the form of the pink muscle inside you is unmistakable. So unmistakable even, that the feeling of the slurp that makes you squirm seemingly flows through your veins to your head like blood.

When Mattsun eats you out, he does it with precision. He knows where he wants to go and how he’ll get there. Compared to others he wasn’t as messy, but maybe that comes from the fact he’d prefer his fingers working inside of you. He’d love to watch your face contort on nothing but his hand because he knows it’s a favorited body part of his. He knows you’d love it. But, he will cup his mouth over you and give the same effect nonetheless.

And you loved that about him. He was careless, not nonchalant.

He was clingy, but independent.

He had morals, just not enough to get boring like when he jumped in the ball case in the store.

He was extremely opinionated, (especially when you asked him small questions like if he liked a shirt) but he also doesn’t care enough to convince you out of something you liked.

He’s hot, but also couldn’t care less about his appearance at times.

He was a walking juxtaposition.

And usually, when you’re alone, the relaxation of your mind helps you get off faster. This was the case, and going over his traits and features was clearly working well because now only your upper back was on the counter and anything below that point was lifted with his large hands. Both legs were in his possession. Your breaths were heavy and when your waist moves on him, his shoulders follow his head. Your own head moves to each side, but he doesn’t seem to care, this was incidental when he was holding your hips close to him so your wetness spread right under his nose. He was feeding off you since there was nowhere to run.

He’d tell you to sit still a bit but he likes the challenge. He likes watching your waist go back and forth as your pussy basically cries his name, and he would print his initials in hickeys on you if that’s what it called for. Others call it sadistic, he calls it motivation.

He could literally take both hands off of you and still be upright—the only reason he didn’t was because you’d probably make yourself fall. Though he did get close, a hand coming right up through your shirt to massage your breast. You unconsciously crossed your legs behind his neck in reaction. Damn, he was good.

He groans through you, and you wish you could watch but holding yourself together was a ground-breaking job. He hit each spot perfectly with complete control of his tongue and your shoulders were starting to hurt from bearing your own body weight.

His height made this fairly difficult but nothing he couldn’t handle—having to crouch in front of a pretty girl was the last of his worries. With your thighs covering his ears and temple, he sucked away. He was honestly glad he did this now rather than later, knowing you, you probably would’ve refused clamping on his head so you wouldn’t crush him or something like that. Mattsun believed his breath regulation was pretty okay considering he almost even got into swimming, but if by slim chance he did die he believed suffocating like this was preferred.

His tongue was literally inside of you. The only thing preventing your brain from fuzzing and your head from throwing back was there would be nothing left on the counter to hold your weight.

Once your heavy breathing developed to jagged and your heavyset eyes started to close, he set you back down gracefully. He heard your pleas but held out for as long as he could. Many “Mattsun please’s“ and “Mattsun I’s” later, he would finally relieve you; He knew his girl could do it.

He spent the last portion of your orgasm fulfilling his own desires and working you from the inside. He moved positions to rest on his left elbow and lean over your face, staring into your eyes, brows upturned and a smile showing. Was it a pity smile? Maybe, but it was for sure the face of amusement as you break down beneath him.

“H-holy shit…‘Sei- s’right there,” you declared.

“Huh? What is?”

A very implying whine followed. Matsukawa scooped his arm under your head like a pillow, his left hand turning your chin to face him. He loved that face. That pretty face only dusted with fatigue and sadness but smothered in want. That same face he’ll get to see whenever he looks down. Huh. Maybe he was a little sadistic.

Your body scrunched and your knees came up in ecstasy.

“Talk to me,” he says, but you barely could keep your eyes open the way he was avoiding the spot on purpose. You wondered how he did it, already having learned your body and how you reacted so well in such a short time. You were so close already and he was gonna ruin it, even though you’d probably still find a way to cum anyway.

You tried your best to muster up something and prayed he’d take it.

“Faster,” you ordered. No response. Actually instead of doing what you said, he pulled them out, assumingely because of the sudden attitude. You immediately went to apologize. He was actively in charge of your body, after all.

You verbally groan in annoyance, to where you hear a responding muffled giggle, so you open your eyes to see what happened.

You meet a view of his smiling jawline, looking down past the counter. His hand was still beneath your chin, almost as if he was protecting you from being uncomfortable, but his teeth held his shirt up as he used whatever was left on his fingers to jerk himself off. This was the disruption in question.

He didn’t mean to basically abandon you, but undoing the jawstring and letting himself free seemed like it would benefit everyone. And he was big. You’d seen big, but he was big all the way around.

You watched in awe as his fingers left a shine of gloss behind when they reached the reddening tip from the bottom.

He threw his head back and groaned in relief, finally being reminded what it felt like to be touched with someone else’s presence.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

With a look to your impatient, shocked eyes, he knew you wanted it. Needed it almost.

He pressed off the counter with his elbow but left his hand under your head. Such a gentleman. Lifting both legs up, with a hand stretched under your knees like a baby, he spoke to you.

“You want it?” He’d ask. You’d nod aggressively, to where he’d ask again. “You gotta tell me.”

“Yes, I do.” You pleaded. Of course your head rolled slightly on his hand to see his face around your legs.

“Alright. Tell me when you wanna stop. Safeword is green.”

You’d never once said a safeword during sex and you doubt you’d use it now. Plus, Issei wouldn’t hurt you.

Intentionally.

You felt him pull your legs apart and hold them where they were previously scrunched up at your breasts. Finally, he rubbed you one last time, before the tip slowly started to diminish inside of you.

It’s amazing how the body makes fluid for moments like these. It’s also amazing how wet Mattsun got you so it’d hurt ten times less.

When he stopped moving about halfway there, he hung over your body almost menacingly; his silhouette breathing deeply and whatever necklace he had on from the day dangling. Your face contorted at the intrusion and your eyes unexpectedly swelled, making you lachrymose. It definitely could’ve been worse, but fuck he was big.

The ravenette slipped his shirt off and your head slid off his hand painlessly, the overwhelming heat from everywhere flowing to his brain. He almost couldn’t take it. You were so wet but so fucking tight at the same time, he couldn’t even bring himself to keep going. He bent over to meet you with a kiss on the jaw and his hand found your own so you could squeeze it as he went on. He buried his face in your neck.

“O-okay, you can move now,” you managed.

No response.

“Issei?” You pushed his hair aside with the hand that wasn’t in his so you could see him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was seeking stabilization through his mouth.

“Fucking just- gimme a second. Please.”

You knew it was pure desire and he was trying his best not to hurt you. He would promise ‘til death that he tried to stop, to take it slow, but it was irresistible the second you giggled at his current state (that you caused) and your stomach contracted with him inside. He immediately pushed forward so that he was balls deep into the fluttering feeling.

“Matts—”

The sudden squeeze on his hand could cut off circulation and the grunt that emitted from his body over and over as he continued to do it couldn’t be missed. At this point it didn’t even hurt anymore, but the previously denied orgasm returned full force.

Mattsun, of course, would apologize later; but it wasn’t later yet. He finally lifted himself off you and gathered your legs once more so your ankles were at his ears, trying to feel more of the ribbed walls on either side. Your mouth fell open at the spot.

“Ha-hohfuck ‘m gonna cum.” You whispered.

“Mhmm? Let me feel it baby,” He leaned over again, almost testing your flexibility, running a hand along your cheek and swiping away a single tear that dropped from earlier while his forehead was against yours. Now that he knew how far you could go, he’d have a lot of fun with the positions he’d put you in.

“Fuck, fuck-!” You’d find him through your lashes so he could kiss you, the never ending thrusts seemingly reaching your belly button. He loved sucking on those pretty lips of yours.

He only let out a laugh of satisfaction as you stilled and stiffened around him, your arms roaming his back and head turning away. He continued to thrust downward, never letting up speed, causing you to writhe underneath him with every curl of his hips. He did eventually pull away and extend his arms though. It was for a nice view of your body.

His length slipping in and out as a white ring forms that’ll signify how many times he’s made you cum; your breasts through the shirt following your body back and forth; the already fucked out face you wield accompanied with a yawn—it was all so much, he almost couldn’t look anymore. In fact, he won’t.

He grabbed you and pulled you further down the marble so you could roll over, your wriggling body basically halfway there. Up you go by your hair, that flexibility coming in to play a second time while he fucked you. When you moaned at the tug, he wouldn’t be Mattsun if he didn’t tease you for it.

“Wow, who would’ve guessed. You like when I pull your hair?”

“Yes daddy,” you respond. It was almost instantaneous. You wished you could’ve said you meant to do it, but it was honestly an accident.

His thrusts slightly change, you wish you could say how. He dropped your head forcefully, took both of your wrists behind your back, and pulled you up by your throat. Your neck was strained trying to face him but you couldn’t help it, you had to listen when he was talking to you. He was amused, to say the least—especially when you stopped listening because of the way he was barely brushing that sweet nerve.

“That’s a filthy mouth of yours. Who knew you were such a slut?” He’d grin into your ear. “Mgh- since you’ve gotten so good at it, why don’t you tell daddy what you want?”

As long as you’ve known him, he’s made you say things you wouldn’t have even thought of saying prior. But right now? You couldn’t care less.

“Mmm,” you whimper, “h-harder daddy.”

You’re not sure how he unscrambled what you said with his hand restricting your throat and the other intermittent babble coming out of your mouth, but if anyone could, it was him. Mattsun was defiant and dominant, but when it came to your genuine pleasure, he’d gratify.

Teasing aside obviously.

With the slightest bend of his knees, he angled himself and thrusted farther upwards. Did you doubt he would remember where you’re g-spot was? You were choking up more than you already were and his name slipped off your tongue as if it were a veneration statement of butter. Your ass sounded throughout the apartment, the skin-on-skin contact loud enough for the neighbors to hear. The force was turning it red and Matsukawa loved it. He loved when the pussy talked back too.

In fact, you could tell, because he was gradually speeding up and his thrusts were slowly becoming sporadic.

“Oh shit-I’mmna-” You started.

“Come on it. Come on this dick so you can tell everyone you did it twice.”

“Mhmm.”

“You can tell all your little friends you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“Yes daddy…”

“Come so you find all the women I’ve ever talked to and tell them you’re the only one I want.”

With that, your eyebrows leveled out and your eyes shut while trying to process the sex drive and sweet believable words at the same time. Your body held onto Mattsun for dear life, to where he let go of your throat and held you close on the fall back down to your elbows. You were exhausted, but that grip your pussy still had on him was deadly. Deadly enough for him to slightly question whether you’d be a bad mom or not.

He obviously chose against it and sighed along your back while you came before pulling out. You turned around and crouched knowingly with whatever strength was left, then watched him jerk himself off above you. After you decided to take matters into your own hands (literally), he held himself up with his support on the counter. His head hanging over you while you stroked the other was a sight to remember.

With a final hiss, white decorated your face like a picture.

“Holy fuck,” his head faced the ceiling as he ran a hand over his face. The view he was met with when he came back down was insane, your hand curved behind his thigh and the other milking him dry of whatever was left. With a single bud of cum remaining, you licked your lips and smiled weakly.

What the hell would he do with you?

©hxltic

#haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu x reader #haikyuu smut #god i want him so bad #matsukawa x y/n #mattsun imagines #mattsun smut #mattsun #mattsun <3 #hq matsukawa #matsukawa issei #haikyuu hcs #issei smut

[mylarena]

god im fuckin. thinkin abt soap distancing himself from ghost when roach comes back. cause hes been vying for the lieutenants affection for a while, but then roach is there and ghost is so obviously besotted with him and they have a history and they obviously in love so what place does he have to get in the way of that?

then roach, whos heard so much from ghost about the sergeant and how good he is, goes and starts talking to soap and befriends him, and soap is drawn back closer to ghost and he soon realizes that fuck. hes in love with roach too.

but ghost and roach are happy together. theyre happy and in love and, again, who is he to get in the way of that? he hasnt known either of them as long as theyve known each other, he hasnt been through as much as them, and hes not worthy of them. not the way theyre worthy of each other.

so he pushes himself away again. everytime theyre together it hurts. every smile roach gives him when hes ranting. every chuckle ghost gives when he tells a stupid joke. every pat on the arm he gets after a good mission, every bit of praise he gets after doing good on the field, everything- it all hurts.

so he pushes away. he makes excuses to skip out on invitations to hang out, he stops ranting so much, he goes to meals earlier than usual to avoid the pair (even when ghost gets up at an ungodly hour in the morning) and eats as fast as his stomach can handle, he spars with gaz or konig or anyone other than ghost or roach.

he doesnt really expect them to notice that hes distant- at the very least expect them to care. but as time goes on it gets harder and harder to stay away, to the point where he starts to spend his breaks in his room instead of somewhere open. he starts sneaking snacks into his room for when he doesnt eat enough at meals because roach had dropped down right next to him with his own food and tried to start a conversation. he swears he fills out his sketchbooks three times faster than before with all the free time he has.

he ignores the ache he feels from being apart from them- its better that its him feeling that instead of making things awkward with ghost and roach.

eventually he ends up cornered- very nearly literally- with ghost guarding the doorway and roach with one hand on the wall next to his head and one pushing his chest, pinning him against the wall. it flusters him more than he'd like to admit.

roach asks whats going on with him, and he starts to spew out some fib about being swamped with work, but then ghost is way closer than before and he places a hand on the other side of soaps head and leans in and fucking growls "thats bullshit, sergeant." and soap lets out an honest to fucking god whine. on the fucking spot. hes surprised his legs didnt give out and drop him to his damn knees right then and there. hes too caught up in his embarrassment that he doesnt hear the way roachs breath hitches, or the way ghosts gaze gets a little darker.

ghost reaches out and grabs his chin, making him look him directly in the eyes.

"tell the truth, johnny."

and soap cant fucking hold the words back anymore.

"im in love with you! both of you!"

but he doesnt stop at a simple confession- he figures that maybe if he rambles long enough theyll get annoyed enough that theyll fucking forget what he just said, that theyll miss the point of the conversation, that he wont have fucked everything up.

"soap- johnny- johnny."

he stops, catching his breath the best he can.

"you've been avoiding us.... because youre in love with us?"

soap swears that hes on the verge of tears as he nods. he expects something- disgust, anger, annoyance- but he doesnt expect roach to lean in and press him lips against his own. his mind goes blank.

he cant help but lean to chase roach a bit when he pulls away, and he has only a moment of fuzziness before his eyes widen snap to ghost, distress filling him once again, and he tries to stutter out an apology but is cut off by ghost lifting his mask and kissing johnny himself.

when they part, its all johnny can do to look at both of them and breathe out an "oh."

#myposting #mydrabbles #soaptag #roachsoapghost #roachghostsoap #ghostroachsoap #ghostsoaproach #soapghostroach #soaproachghost #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #john soap mactavish #whoops!!!!! im not sorry #godddd i just. #shout out to fuckin tavtarnish for ruining my fuckgin brain !!!!

[purpleinksplotch]

Little Golden Showers - volume I (Warning: Piss kink, 18+ only)

WARNING: As the title suggests, this is a piss kink fic. Piss kink/omorashi in general will be a common occurrence on this page so if that's not your thing don't follow me. Any hate or kink shaming will be deleted and/or ignored.

Buuuttt if it is your thing feel free to send me hard thoughts on SKZ piss kink -- or any SKZ hard thoughts (I usually write sub SKZ but I can be flexible). I'll do a pinned post shortly with the kinks I'm uncomfortable writing (there's not many I am a heathen lol). In the meantime, enjoy this first instalment!

Peeing on their chest/stomach

Chan

Asked you to do it as a joke, didn't expect you actually would

But once you say yes he's surprised by how much the thought turns him on

Loves how filthy it is, but is also someone who really values emotional connection and trust and the fact you're willing to be this vulnerable with him makes him so hard

"Come on babygirl, I can see you need it so bad."

Pulls you into his lap and probably gets too excited and starts prodding your bladder trying to make you let go

Once you do the man is in heaven, moaning and biting his lips never taking his eyes off you as you soak his abs in deliciously warm piss

The second you're finished he's flipping you onto your back and fucking you until the bedpost breaks

Lee Know

This is alllll about the control for him

Enjoys the omorashi side of it more than the actual pissing (although he likes that too)

Would make you drink so much water you're about to burst, then tell you you're not allowed to let go until he says

"Be patient kitten, I know you can be good and hold it for me."

Wants you whimpering and squeezing yourself so you don't leak... and then he pushes your hands aside and teases you with his fingers

If you let out an accidental spurt of pee he spanks you

Only when you're on the verge of tears with desperation does he allow you to let go, laying back and offering up his perfect body for you to make a mess on

Gently grips your chin so you have to maintain eye contact the entire time

Changbin

He's usually a big softie for you, but he can be a hard dom when he wants to be

This isn't something he'd necessarily want to do all the time, but he likes experimenting

Wants to feel needed, and what better way than when you're desperate for release?

"Does my bunny need to go? Do it on me baby, I'll catch it all."

Has his strong arms around you the entire time, as if he's trying to squeeze every last drop out of you

Unlike the others he closes his eyes when you actually start peeing on him, so he can enjoy the warmth and the feeling of wetness

But he holds you close to him and presses kisses to your neck while you let go

Hyunjin

Was 100% his idea

Wants you to ruin him in every way possible, but what he loves about pissing is that you're marking him as yours in the most primal sense

Strips naked and spreads himself out before you, his beautiful cock flushed red and straining before you even approach him

Definitely wants you to take a more dominant role and talk to him, might even taunt you

"Yes... Want to feel dirty, please make me yours."

Lets out the most sinful moans when you finally splash his stomach with pee

Throws his head back and bites his lips

Will definitely be stroking his cock using your piss as lube unless you order him not to

Han

The most enthusiastic of them all (with Hyunjin a close second)

Is already hard the second pee is mentioned

Can never decide whether he prefers peeing on you or being peed on, but anything involving piss makes this man see stars

Cannot keep him quiet for love nor money. A moaning, whiny mess

"Baby, baby please I need it! Want you to piss on me, please please please."

Literally screams the second you pee all over his tiny waist. Toes curling, babbling, shaking, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise

Your bladder has more stamina than he does and he's painting your ass and back with come before you've finishing pissing

Felix

Sweet angel is a kinky bastard underneath

Loves absolutely anything that allows him to feel close to and intimate with you, and the fact that this is something so private and just between the two of you really gets him going

When he's the one peeing, he likes being edged to the point where he can't hold it anymore, but when it's you he wants it to be relaxing and sensual

"Let go baby, it's okay. Love you so much."

Deep moans the second you start peeing

Can't resist kissing you and holding you close to his body during

If he's feeling brave, he might even slip his hand between your legs so your stream soaks his fingers

Would 100% eat you out afterwards if you wanted him to, just worships you

Seungmin

Similar to Lee Know, he likes the omorashi aspect

Wasn't sold on the pissing at first, but you worked up to it - straddling his thigh in the shower and letting your pee dribble down his legs. Then him doing the same to you

Enjoyed it more than he thought he would

The part of him that hates mess is his biggest barrier here, but when you're so needy and desperate and in his control he can't help getting turned on

"You need it that bad? It's only a few glasses of water, is your bladder that weak?"

Brings out his dom side, will tease you so much before finally letting you go and is a bit mean (adores you really though)

Will deny it to his dying breath, but has very sensitive nipples and loves being in a cold room then having your warm pee splash over them. Makes him moan so loud (until he claps a hand over his mouth)

Jeongin

We've all seen the baby alpha Innie fics

The idea of being pissed on, or pissing on someone else, initially freaks him out - but more because he's worried that liking it would make him dirty-minded and you'd judge him for it (even though you were the one to suggest it, silly boy)

Eventually he says he wants to try it, and it brings out something feral in him

If you beg him to allow you to let go, he's going to lose it

Prepare to be choked and have his famously long fingers digging into your bladder until you explode all over him

"Oh yeah, just couldn't hold it could you? Gonna punish you for this."

Like Chan, will be pounding into you immediately afterwards while you're still dripping

#stray kids smut #skz smut #skz ot8 #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard thoughts #skz piss #skz omorashi

[darklinsblog]

Humankind’s finest Part 2 | Sandman imagine

Part 1 | Part 3

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x Human! Disabled Fem Reader

Summary: Having admitting his feelings for the human girl, Morpheus is now found with the difficult reality of telling her the truth of his identity.

 Morpheus had never felt this uneasiness before in his life, he knew that if he wanted his relationship with Y/N to remain, he had to tell her all the truth about him being one of the Endless, King of the Dreams, he had to present himself as the myth in the flesh. But he was undoubtedly terrified.

Because there was a good chance she could walk away from him, after all acknowledging beings with tremendous power like his could be a really hard pill to swallow, and no matter in how many pieces his heart could shattered at his lady’s possible rejection, he would never be able to blame her for leaving. Being held captive had changed him to his very core, he longed to be loved, to care and be cared for; and even with all that fear clouding his mind he was brave enough to ask her to meet up at her apartment.

He was now at her door, doubting if he should knock or not, part of him wanted to walk away, leave her before she even got the chance to break his heart.

“Just fucking knock” his bird groaned, utterly annoyed by his master’s behavior he decided to fly to the bell and ring once and for all. A few moments passed before the girl appeared on the door, with her wheelchair and her signature lovely smile that she always gave him.

“Are you not saying hello?” She joked around, her humor easing his nerves just a bit, so he finally leaned towards her to kiss her cheek while she took advantage of his gesture to softly hug him, taking in the scent of his cologne that she loved so much before she let him in.

They reached the living room before she asked what was going on.

“You look a lot more pale than usual” she commented, not in a playful manner like she had before, her tone let out a hint of sincere concern for the man, which made him sigh and soften his gaze as he held her hand. He asked nervously for her to listen intently to what he had to say before she said anything, she grew visibly anxious as she shifted uncomfortably on her spot.

Suddenly, all the words started coming out, and they couldn’t be stopped, he revealed his identity, his journey, he went on and explained about his realm, The Dreaming. How he was held captive by Roderick Burgess and his family for over a century by mistake, and finally he explained how he ended up coming across her shop. Throughout all of this, she listened intently, remaining awfully quiet as she took on all that new information.

When Morpheus finished pouring his heart out to the young woman she let her whole weight fall back onto her wheelchair, staring into the Endless’ eyes, seeing him in a whole different light.

“You’re telling me you could literally have any Goddess in the world, quite literally and you chose me?” She frowned, Dream could tell she was conflicted, for the first time since he had known her he could sense fear and nervousness in her features.

“I-I’m human! Morpheus there’s nothing special about me, my whole life for you would be like five minutes, I will age and die and- why would you want to live through that pain?” She found herself at the verge of tears and The Sandman ran up to her, kneeling before her while cupping her face in his cold hands.

“Don’t ever say that again” he said looking into her eyes, seeing how the tears rolled down her cheeks “You are the most fascinating being I have ever laid my eyes on. Don’t ever think you are less worthy of love than any other, I’ve seen with my own eyes how people mistreated you and if I could punish them for hurting you, I would.”

“I don’t want to cause you anymore pain…” she whispered, making the Lord of Dreams smile widely as he rested his forehead against hers softly.

He was so scared of her leaving because of who he was, but here she was, caring for him, she didn’t want to walk away because she did not love him, but rather, she loved him so that she was willing to let him go to avoid him the suffering for her death. That was a true act of courage and love.

“My love… You cause me nothing but the greatest joy. I could give you immortality so we spent the rest of eternity together if that’s what you wish. But even if you could only be mortal, I would rather thirty, forty or fifty years by your side than to never experience the uniqueness of your love”

He was being truthful, the love he had for Y/N was unlike any other…

Nada, Callipso, while he did fall for them, Y/N was different, if anyone had told him he would fall in love with a mortal in such a mad way, he would’ve walked away fuming and yet here he was. Kneeling before the woman he loved so, offering her the gift of immortality, completely at her mercy as he touched his face delicately.

“Eternity seems like an awful lot of time” she said.

“Come to The Dreaming with me, I’ll show you everything and you can later decide what you want” the girl smiled, all this seemed like a fairytale, in which she was the pretty princess, which made Morpheus the charming prince, an idea she wasn’t mad about.

“How do I do that?” She asked curiously.

“Just close your eyes and dream tonight, I will find you” he promised.

Coming back to The Dreaming felt different this time, Lucienne was there looking at the King with a slightly puzzled expression.

“Are you alright, my Lord?” She asked.

“Never been better Lucienne. We will have a visitor in the Kingdom” the librarian looked surprised.

“May I ask who this visitor is?”

“Y/N” Lucienne smiled “I trust you will take care of everything”

“Of course, my Lord” she affirmed simply, before excusing herself, knowing there were quite a few things to take care of before Y/N came to the Kingdom that night.

Dream was inspecting his attire for that night, his heart was pounding with excitement, at the simple thought of truly showing who he was, his kingdom, his people to the one he loved.

“Sandman”

He heard her call out for him, and he was quick to run and look for her through the lands of The Dreaming. Until he finally met her again, she was sitting in her wheelchair with a long white dress, at the sight of her beauty he seemed out of breath, and he quickly went in and held her in his arms. He gently picked her up from her usual seating spot, nuzzling her head and smiling into her hair, taking in the distinctive scent. Feeling oddly at peace in her arms.

“Are you ready to meet the Kingdom?” He asked once he was physically able to pull away.

“I’ve never looked forward to anything more in my life” she said, he carefully helped her to grab his arm so they could walk steadily towards the castle.

“Won’t I be needing my wheelchair?”

“My love, this is the Dreaming. If you want it you can just simply think of it and it will appear before you”

“Right, I forget everything is possible here” she giggled. Walking into the large castle was a whole experience Y/N saw any kind of mythical creatures wandering around the castle, greeting at their ruler. She was mesmerized at how respected and loved he was by those around him. Soon they entered the library being greeted by Lucienne, Mervyn and Morpheus’ raven Matthew. The woman was taken back in surprise at the sight of the man whose pumpkin head was floating.

“Everyone, I would like to introduce you to our visitor Y/N. Y/N these are Lucienne, Mervyn and of course Matthew, whom you’ve met” As the Lord of Dreams introduced his servants, the girl shook their hands, giving them a warm smile, every single one of them seemed delighted to finally meet her in The Dreaming realm.

“It’s nice to see you here, Morpheus won’t ever shut up about you. It’s always Y/N this, Y/N that” Matthew went on, Mervyn nudged the bird to prevent him from talking further.

“You could talk? You would’ve saved me a lot of time trying to puzzle him out” she said playfully, making Morpheus’ cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

They spent more time in the library, as Y/N insisted to explore the library further, it was a lovely picture to see Y/N inspect the thousands of books, helping Lucienne stacking the volumes in their place, they were talking cheerfully until it was finally time to head out, as Morpheus had other plans for Y/N.

Dream had decided to take her to Fiddler’s Green. If there was a perfect place to take care to, Fiddler’s Green was just that and he remembered how the sentient always ensured his ruler would fall in love again. They laid on a broad tree, Morpheus had his arm around Y/N’s waist while placing butterfly kisses around her face, the girl giggled while staring into the sunset. It all felt like a romance movie, the one big love story that was inspiring.

“Can I really stay here?” She asked quietly

“If that’s what you wish, yes” he explained “But I do want to warn you, staying by my side might not be the safest choice. While you would be able to escape Death you can still be imprisoned or tortured, some of my siblings may see you as a tool to weaken me” he sighed, it was just fair for her to put all the cards on the table before she made a choice, but that didn’t make it any less easier.

“Hey” she said placing a hand on his shoulder. He dared to look at her through the fear because against all odds he was excited to give his all to her till the end of time and beyond.

But she had to choose him first.

“As long as we have eternity, I will always come back to you. You hear me?” The King let out a deep breathe he failed to realize he was holding back.

She had actually chose him, even when she had a handful of reasons not to. Selfish as it may be, he allowed himself to be happy, and for the first time in millions of years (literally), he gave himself permission to imagine a happy life for himself.

#the sandman #sandman x y/n #sandman netflix #sandman x reader #the sandman comics #morpheus imagines #morpheus #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus dream #sandman imagine #tom sturridge #tom sturridge x reader

[dysaren]

boyfriend!eren headcannons ✮

eren x chubby fem reader

  MDNI!  -> warnings: name calling (baby, good girl), oral (m and f receiving), cumming inside (wrap it b4 u tap it!),  tbh lots of mentions of cum, squirting, dom!reader, slightly sub!eren, public sex, fingering, panty stealer!eren, panty!sniffer eren, anal, dildo use, riding, this is just so nasty

i didnt proofread this :33

-boyfriend!eren who has a cold demeanor in public but when yall are alone mf is clingy :(( cant go a day without you. he has to has his hands on ya. your tummy, tits, ass, face, thighs. EVERYWHERE

-boyfriend!eren who cant be apart from you for too long. he becomes a whiny mess. 

     -> “baby where’d you go?!” hes on the verge of fuckin tears when he wakes up without you in his arms.

-boyfriend!eren who will give people the death glare if they even look at you the wrong way. hes so protective

-boyfriend!eren who will grab your hand in public and pull you towards him for a lil smooch IN FRONT OF YOUR FRIENDS. (i hate him.) 

-boyfriend!eren that gets jealous when you and jean laugh too hard at a joke. 

     -> starts getting all angsty and you needa give him all the kisses and hugs till hes satisifed. 

-boyfriend!eren who love spoilin the shit outta you. he knows you deserve it. 

     -> bought you an expenisve necklace with his initials on it

nsfw: 

-boyfriend!eren who loves watchin the neckalce he gave you, bounce against your plush tits when you ride him 

-boyfriend!eren who makes you look up at him when you suck his cock. groans at the sight of your pretty fuckin eyes. calls you all sorts of names :(

“thats it baby...look at me mhm... good girl” 

-boyfriend!eren who loves watching your ass jiggle when hes hittin it from behind <3 will literally cum right then and there when he sees you arch your back 

-boyfriend!eren who wants to (lowkey) be dominated by you. when your not home, he likes to take your pink dildo and practice riding it. 

     -> one time you caught him and somethin snapped in you. made him ride the dildo in front of you and it made him cum even faster. 

-boyfriend!eren who secretly takes your panties and uses them to jerk off. goes through your dirty laundry so that he can find those pink lacy panties and sniff them as he cums.

-boyfriend!eren who loves watching his cum drip out of you, loves LOVES LOVEs filling you up and making you sit there whining, his cock still inside of you so that his cum can reach the deepest parts of you. (eren has a breeding kink fr you CANT tell me otherwise.) 

-boyfriend!eren who fingers you under the dinner table when you two are out with friends. you could almost hear the wet sqelches of your pussy and you try your hardest not to cum. you get up from your seat to go to the bathroom to take a break but eren follows you and yall end up fuckin in the men’s bathroom. 

     -> makes you sit the rest of the night filled to the brim with his cum.

-boyfriend!eren who makes you squirt for the first time by accident when he was eatin you out so now hes poundin the shit outta you, just so that he can see you do it again. 

     -> “holy fuck. can you do that again baby? for me?” he lifts you off the ground and proceeds to bounce you on his cock. 

he fuckin luvs you <333

#eren x you #eren jaeger #eren aot #attack on titan #eren smut #eren imagines #eren x reader

[wwhatev3r]

Easy company reactions to you telling them you’re pregnant 🫢

Easy Company Reaction: telling them you're pregnant

Notes: I suck at writing fluff, but I tried my best, yeah :) I hope you and everyone like it. Oh and I made a really pretty moodboard for this post but tumblr won't show my post on the tags if i use it. Fuck you tumblr!

– Dick Winters - (Please, give this man 5 seconds to process what you just said.) “You’re pregnant.” he repeated your words, “We’re having a baby.” He was saying it slowly without breaking his gaze with yours, as a way to wake up from the shock and to realize what you just told him. He then hugged you and kissed your forehead. It didn't take much for him to immediately start preparing the nursery. 

– Lewis Nixon - (Your luck is that he is rich.) You told him right after you declined a cup of whiskey from him. “What? You are what?” he almost spilled his drink, “Holy shit… I mean, that’s amazing news honey!” He looked a little dizzy and almost tripped when he went to kiss you. After that he literally ran to tell Dick and save him the spot as godfather of the child. 

– Carwood Lipton - (Literal silent panic.) After a few seconds of total silence he walked over to you and hugged you like it was the last time he was going to hug you in his life. He held you close and said: “It’s going to be fine, we got this.” You could tell he was a little worried but he just needed time to process all of it. He was so stressed the next few days, he wanted everything to be prepared and perfect.

– Ronald Speirs - He gave you one of his typical intense gazes. For a moment you thought he was angry but then when he walked across the room to reach you, grab your face and look you deeply in the eyes, you could see he was on the verge of tears. “I’m going to dedicate my life to you and to our baby.” he said, as he landed one of his hands on your belly. The next day you found a little list of names in his office. 

– George Luz - He almost choked on his food. “Cut the crap. What? Are you serious?” After he realized you weren’t kidding he ran to pick you up, spin you around and kiss you. He looked like a kid on Christmas from how happy he was. You had the spend the evening trying to convince him to not name the child some really stupid name. “If It’s a boy can we name him after me? And can we take him or her to play baseball?” he asked at least. 

– Joe Liebgott - “Tell me you’re not joking. Princess, you just made me the happiest man alive.” He quickly ran to hold you by your waist and gave you a breathless kiss, “Holy shit, I’m going to be a dad.” He was so excited but as his last words kept repeating in his head a sudden grip on his chest started to grow. He then told you that he was scared of not being a good father. You guys talked it out and the next day he came home with a baby suit saying “Sorry ladies my daddy is definitely taken.”

– Bill Guarnere - You had to sit him down to tell him. “You’re not kidding, right?” He immediately got up, “Holy fuck, we are going to have a mini Bill or Billie!” (good luck bestie) The shocked expression grew in a second into the biggest smile you have ever seen and he almost trip when he reached you for a kiss. He called everyone to announce it like the proud dad that he is. “Guess the fuck what… I’m going to be a dad!!”

– Joe Toye - “W-what? You’re pregnant?” He had never hugged you so tightly in his life but when you met his eyes you felt his anxiety. Joe was scared that he might not be prepared but he had been waiting for that moment for so long and he was not gonna let his insecurities take over his happiness. He is always so stressed that you and baby may get hurt, so he doesn't let you do anything at home during your pregnancy. 

– Donald Malarkey - “Are you shitting me? Honey, I-... I don't know what to say. I mean, you are pregnant. We are going to have a baby!” he playfully picked you up between exciting giggles. He immediately ran to the store to go buy diapers and baby bottles (don’t worry he came back.) Him and Skip spent the next 9 months singing and telling jokes to your belly.

– Warren “Skip'' Muck - “Oh my god, you’re pregnant?” You showed him the test after he asked, “Oh my god, you’re pregnant!” He started jumping around and then washed you with kisses. He ran to tell Malark and Penkala and immediately asked you if both of them could be godfathers. Every day he talks to your belly: “Hey bud, It’s me, your dad. How is it there? Is mommy’s belly comfortable?” (I’m crying, he’s the cutest.) 

– Darrel “Shifty” Powers - (This gentleman, I-) You sat him by your side when you told him. “Really?... You are?” He instantly held your hands and grew the sweetest smile, “I can’t believe you're carrying our baby right now.” After that he kissed you like you’re made of glass. From there on he tried his best to stop smoking because of you and the baby, and when it's time to go to bed he wishes the baby a goodnight and kisses your belly and then your lips. 

– Eugene Roe - He was speechless for some seconds until you called his name, he then got closer to you. “Honey, I could not be more happy but It’s up to you if…” You made clear you’re ready and that you wanted the baby, you then saw his shy smile bloom and gaze at the floor before meeting your eyes again and kiss you tenderly. He found the best doctor and scheduled every appointment at least once a month to make sure everything was okay. After all he is a medic, you could not be in better hands. 

– Edward “Babe” Heffron - At first impression he did panic a little. “W-what? Are you serious? Oh my… what are we gonna do?” You even saw his sweat rolling down his forehead, so you had to sit him down, relax him and make sure everything was going to be okay. He took a deep breath and then a little childlike smile grew, “I’m going to be a dad.” He spent the whole weekend celebrating. He even started referring to the baby as if he was already there: “What about the three of us going to a nice restaurant?” 

– David Webster - His heart even skipped a beat. “Are you certain?” he asked you a little unassertive, “We are having a baby, I can’t believe it.” You notice the excitement grow by his voice. He then grew a big smile and hugged you, lifting you up. He spent the whole time reading books about babies, baby care and giving birth. He was ready for the child theoretically, but Lieb always made some pretty dark humor jokes to make him scared. But in the end it turned out fine. 

– Frank Perconte - You couldn't tell if he was happy or scared. He was so excited but he was sweating, for a second you even thought he was going to faint. “It’s amazing! A baby!” he told you after kissing you a million times, “It’s like having you and me mixed in a bowl, it's awesome!” He then took a deep breath and said: “Yeah, I think I need to sit down a little.” He was having a mix of emotions, but when things cooled down he started preparing everything. The next day he came home with two packs of diapers and so many clothes for the baby.

– Denver “Bull” Randleman - As the mature man that he is he stayed pretty calm. “There isn't anyone in this world that I wish more to have a family with than you.” He gently brushed your hair before pulling you for a peaceful kiss. Bull never felt more responsible over something in his life. He did everything in his power to make sure you were comfortable and safe, after all he loved you and you were carrying your and his child. 

– John Martin - You had to sit Johnny down before telling him. “A-are you sure?” He tried to act calm but you could see how nervous he was and still trying to keep his serious expression. You asked if he was happy and his eyelids instantly loosed and he got down on his knees to hold your hands, “I am, baby. I’m sorry I was just taken by surprise. I-... I love you, if you’re happy I’m happy.” He gave you a passionate kiss and one of his rare vulnerable smiles. May no one stress you, hurt you or look at you in a wrong way or he will riot. 

– Floyd Talbert - (Oh, this is going to be fun…) Right after you told him he paralyzed for a second. “I-i… hum, well,” He started stuttering but then tried to put himself back together by walking over to you and gazing into your eyes, “Well, that’s great news.” You’re not expecting to take it so well but after all he wasn't that surprised that you were pregnant. He was so excited for the baby, he wanted to teach him how to play guitar and play sports. One night he said: “Hey love, after he or she is born can we go make some more?”

#band of brothers #band of brothers headcanons #band of brothers imagine #easy company

[tazdrgaoneyetagain]

hai erm so this is... so sappy w/// but it's 2 am on a school night and i'm writing this in your Tumblr ask box, desperately trying to convert the way i feel in to mere words i guess i'll start with a "thank you". thank you for being my friend all these years. thank you for listen to me bitch and moan about my problems some times, and thank you for letting me yap about some random shit that excites me. thanks for helping me get the motivation to start guitar. i can't really wrap my head around the concept this all started with a glitchysquid magma where you drew moon and gave me your Tumblr. I can't believe it all started with a shy drawing of a fucking ramen bowl in your ask box. I can't really believe it started with an innocent conversation between two innocent demigirls (now an agender and An Experience). I dunno. I have a lot to thank you for. i don't exactly know what i'm doing this for. nothing will be like this forever, and yet, I silently hope it does. but that just makes what we all have now even more beautiful. (I stole this from a conversation I had with car)

ok erm YAP SESSION AHEAD maybe don't read unless ur kai

girl it is 8 ay em and iam on the verge of tears oh my goooodOODDDDD THnHANK YOU TOO. SO MUCH. for helping me figure out my identity and for letting me yap about it. for helping me out of some Damn hard parts of my life too! we went from 4 goofy fucking nerds who talked about robots when they were bored (2 demigirls, an enby, and idk what bird was) to literally the CLOSEST friends i could've ever asked for, now an agender, an Experience, a bigender, and a trans guy. like holy shit man we've been friends 4 so long. we've saved each other's lives so many times, inadvertently and purposefully. we've done more for eachother than it is possible to estimate. and then there's carp, carp has evolved so much over the years (years, plural? didn't know it had been that long actually) dude. we've all become MUCH better writers but the old inside jokes and shenanigans still act as like codewords and shit in our friend group. i have too much to thank you for to verbalize.

even if genuine time doesn't allow it, this will, in a way, last forever.

#drgaone roars #tw sui attempt #< just in case #errrrm what the fart im js a dog how am I doing all this YAPPING DUDE #ok yeah. erm. I love you guys too. so much bro

[iwannawritelots]

Accidentally making MC Cry headcanons

April 2022

TW/CW: chapter 16 spoilers for Belphie, season 2 spoilers (towards the end so like chapters 35-40ish) for Simeon, jokes about one’s own demise in Simeon and Solomon’s

Lucifer💙

-FUCK

-he really didn’t mean to upset you, he’s just super stressed..

-he knows that him being upset isn’t an excuse to upset you, but admitting it is difficult…

-cautiously attempts to comfort you with very gentle hugs (if you don’t flinch away) and words of affirmation.

-apologizes, and very quietly tells you he will do his best to not take things out on you in the future

Mammon💛

-uh oh

-usually he’s comforting you after someone else makes you upset, not him…

-he always deflects with insults! He didn’t mean to hurt your feelings…

-quickly says he’s sorry, and he didn’t mean it, and starts to cry too because this wasn’t his intention!

-hugs you close (if you let him) and promises he’ll be better about insulting you out of instinct

Leviathan🧡

-why’re you crying…? All he said is that he’s a “yucky otaku lol”

-doesn’t really understand your issue with it since he believes it too deeply at this point

-starts to feel even worse because he made you cry and says it again, which only makes you more upset and he doesn’t know how to stop going in a circle

-listens to you explain why you are so upset about his self deprecation and tries to not beat himself up about it too much

-curls up and snuggles into your side so you can game with him

-you make a “self deprecating comment” jar for him and he absolutely hates it lol

Satan💚

-he literally looks like a deer in headlights

-you and him always talk things out. He rarely loses his temper with you

-it wasn’t even your fault, you just happened to come in while he was on the verge of a rage-filled fit and now he’s screamed at you…

-instantly shrinks into himself

-hates hearing you cry, and starts to panic when you leave the room

-he isn’t calm, so he makes sure he cools down before seeking you

-finds you in your room and very, very cautiously approaches you

-tells you he’s sorry in a shaky voice

-asks if it’s okay to hug you

-if you say yes, he holds you close and pets your hair while telling you it wasn’t at all because of you

-starts texting you a warning when he’s trying to calm down so it’s less likely to happen again

Asmodeus💘

-he honestly isn’t even sure what he did at first

-then he realizes how he phrased his sentence…

-instantly bursts into tears too, but tries to hide it because he doesn’t want you to think he’s trying to guilt you with it

-carefully grabs your hands and holds them while explaining that he didn’t mean to phrase things the way he did.

-if you forgive him quickly, he gives you a big hug and kiss while apologizing

-if you don’t forgive him quickly, he understands and asks if you want him to leave you alone.

-either way, he keeps what he said in mind going forward in order to prevent something like this happening again

Beelzebub❤️

-he was kind of rough with you when he started to get too hungry. Not enough to hurt you physically, but it definitely spooked you

-he doesn’t even realize until he ate something that you started crying…

-quickly finds you once he realizes, and is heartbroken when you’re still crying from it

-carefully sits with you and apologizes.

-very gentle when he hugs you

-starts being more careful about your distance to him when he’s ravenous

Belphegor💜

-shit fucking shit fuck fuck

-he didn’t mean it! He didn’t…

-you’re already out of the room

-the sobbing and fear you displayed keeps playing repeatedly in his head

-sighs and rests his face in his hands

-your relationship is already rocky, considering he murdered you…

-why were you even with him? Should he even have agreed to be with you?

-he can’t calm down.

-goes to find you, and you’re with Mammon… of course…

-very quietly approaches and mumbles an apology, but he can’t stand the way Mammon glares at him and the sound of your crying…

-whether or not you talk to him again is entirely up to you. He understands completely if you don’t

Lord Diavolo❣️

-he rarely ever gets upset enough to lash out in the first place, so he’s just about as shell shocked as you are

-he can’t stand being the cause of your crying…

-apologizes first, because you definitely were not deserving to be on the receiving end of his outburst.

-if you allow him, he will pull you into a tight embrace

-murmurs about how much you mean to him, and he wouldn’t want to upset you even if you upset him

Barbatos🖤

-he didn’t mean to be so harsh. You were just making things a bit more difficult for him at the moment…

-it’s a foreign situation for your relationship. Most of the time if there’s a problem you talk through it without anything too hostile…

-makes sure he apologizes before saying anything else, especially if you’re one to apologize (and maybe even take the blame) when you aren’t the one in the wrong

-explains that he just needs you to give him a little while to finish this particular task, and then he can give you his full attention.

-gives you a soft kiss on your temple before finishing what he was doing

-apologizes again when he’s finished everything and finally able to give you his full attention. asks what he should do next time something like this happens.

-reminds you that he loves you

Simeon🤍

-“Shit—”

-it was meant to be a joke! Don’t cry! He’s not going to be destroyed for disobeying God…! Most likely…!

-gently cups your face and wipes your tears away with his thumbs

-tries to explain that it was dark humor… and acknowledges he doesn’t have a habit of doing that, so it’s understandable that you would take it seriously

-holds you close and pets your hair while muttering an apology

-tells you that no matter what happens he’ll always love you

Solomon🤎

-he stops laughing at his joke as soon as you start crying

-it was just a joke! So don’t cry…! There probably isn’t a potion that can reverse his immortality anyways!

-he’s still a little giggly because he thinks his own death is funny at this point.

-hugs you and reassures you that he isn’t going anywhere. What? You think you can get rid of him that easily?

-kisses your forehead and gives you bunny kisses, then gives you a soft apology for making a bad joke.

#april 2022 #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me! shall we date? #obey me! #obey me #omomtrta #omswd #om #iwannawritelots

[purplesong1028]

Of Men and Games

Chapter 3: Gun Control (!NSFW)

Warning: Gun Play, Explicit Smut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Pacho/Male OC

Words: 4,753

Fernando was a high school junior when he first made out with a boy. It was never some ground-shattering realization with Gabriel; in fact, it was a very gradual, natural development, almost cliché. They were two confused, horny teenagers in an all boy high school. At some point, without realizing, their friendly hugs simply started to become tighter, more intimate, and it didn’t take much longer for a series of events to happen after that. It was a sin, he knew. It was wrong and forbidden, and it’d be a complete disaster if they were caught, but that didn’t stop him. On the contrary, it only fueled his desire, to the point of being irresistible.

They did everything they could at school, whatever they could get away with: dirty jokes, playful slaps, stolen kisses in the bathroom… It was fun and exciting, but at the end of the day those games didn’t count. They were just meaningless foreplay without crossing the final line and getting into the real business. Hence, when his father was away on a long business trip, he and Gabriel, as fucking stupid as they were back then, didn’t waste any time locking themselves in his bedroom.

They seriously thought it was a good plan. His house was big enough that his mom would not hear anything from her floor unless they screamed. The maids wouldn’t come anywhere near if he told them they were working on an important project. Lorena was five years old and literally didn’t know anything.

Yeah, back then they were really naive enough to believe that plan was perfect, and not surprisingly, they were almost completely naked when someone started banging on the door.

“Fernando! What are you doing in there? Come out! Papa’s home early!”

Lorena’s happy childish scream never sounded so mortifying. His hand was on Gabriel’s penis at the time, and he squeezed it so hard that his poor friend screamed in agony.

“Fernando? What are you doing? Are you hurt?”

“No! No, we’re ok!” He screamed back, hurrying to grab his pants from the floor. “I dropped something on my foot. You said dad’s home?!”

“Yeah, papa came back early! I’m so happy!!” She banged on the door again. It didn’t even carry that much force— she was a five year old girl, but back then Fernando was genuinely worried that she could break the door down.

He glanced over at Gabriel, who was struggling to button up his shirt and looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“Ah ok! You go to papa first, yeah?” He tried to keep calm, he had to. “We’re just finishing up some homework, will be there in a minute!”

“Okay.” Lorena sounded a bit disappointed, but listened to him regardless. Fernando slowly let out a sigh, walking to the mirror to finish putting his clothes back on.

“You said your father was away!” Gabriel whispered, but the tone definitely sounded like a scream.

“Well you heard her! He came back early!” Fernando took a look at him. “For God’s sake, you skipped a button!”

“Ah fuck!”

“Papa!!” Lorena’s scream pierced through the thick wall again, this time along with a man’s familiar voice.

“¡Aquí estás, mi princesa!”

Another happy scream, more laughter. His father must have just picked Lorena up, kissing all over her little soft face. He vaguely remembered receiving the same treatment when he was little, but still it felt different. Lorena was their cute princess, but he was the crown prince who needed to rule the kingdom one day.

He took one last look in the mirror, making sure both he and Gabriel looked impeccable. They gave each other a silent nod, and then opened the door.

“Papa!” Fernando walked over to hug his father. “You’re home early?”

“You don’t sound so happy!” A big hand pats him on the back, ruffling his hair. “Getting tired of your old man? Huh?”

“Marco, mi amor.” His mom walked in, wearing a flowy skirt and meticulous makeup, like she just came back from an afternoon tea party, although she didn’t even leave home today. He kissed her on the cheek, and it would probably have been on the lips, if they didn’t see Gabriel standing right there.

“Ah, sorry, where are my manners?” Marco offered his hand. “I assume you’re Fernando’s friend?”

“Ah yeah, Gabriel.” They shook hands, and Gabriel still looked a little nervous. “Nice to meet you, Señor and Señora Gómez. Thank you for having me here.”

“Por favor, the pleasure is ours.” Marco laughed it off. “Come, have some coffee and snacks with us. You must be hungry.”

Everyone started walking downstairs to the dining room, and Fernando took the chance to trail behind, exchanging some quiet mutual understanding with Gabriel: they were off the hook this time.

However, they did suffer some other consequences. To put it simply, the accident spooked them so much that whenever they tried to make out again, they couldn’t stay hard for long. Considering they were both sixteen year old boys at the time, that was fucking unbelievable.

“I told you, my parents are not even in Colombia!” Gabriel sat on his bed shirtless, belt open. “I literally called them this morning, ok? They’re still on a beach in Panama. It won’t be like last time at your place!”

“I know, I know!” Fernando ran a hand down his face. “I’m sorry, ok? But I can’t get it out of my head. I know this is your bedroom, but I can just see my father walking in that door!”

“Alright.” Gabriel shrugged, zipping his pants back up. “Honestly? Wasn’t that hot for me either, just trying to get it over with.”

“Ugh, damn it…” He let out a long sigh and fell back into the king-sized bed. “Have we ruined it?”

“I sure hope not. We haven’t even done it yet.”

They were lying side by side, and Fernando turned to silently study Gabriel’s face: tanned skin, long eyelashes, beautiful bone structure from nose bridge to cheekbones…If he leaned in a little bit closer, their lips would touch again. “Have you done it with a girl?”

“Not really. I kissed Gloria once and that’s about it.”

“Gloria? Gloria Flores that goes to Santa Maria?”

“Yeah.”

“Holy shit!” He slapped hard on Gabriel’s shoulder. “What’re you even doing with me?”

Gabriel shoved him. “Shut up, asshole.”

“Wait, was that…was that how you found out?! You kissed Gloria, and felt nothing?!”

Gabriel was silent, and Fernando bursted out laughing, burying his face into a pillow.

“I said shut up!” Gabriel grabbed his arm and tickled him hard, precisely between two ribs, the weakest spot on his entire body. He screamed and fought back, wrestling Gabriel into the soft mattress, trying to grab both of his wrists but failed. It was very difficult to gain an upper hand. They were so similar: height, weight, eye color, hobbies, and everything else. Everything that mattered.

They eventually stopped, both out of breath from laughing for several minutes straight and all the wrestling.

“So?” Gabriel reached out to cover his hand, still sounded out of breath. “What do you want to do?”

“I think…” Fernando stretched one arm up like he was reaching for the ceiling. “I think that we need to think outside of the box, or the bedroom, for that matter.”

Gabriel sat up almost immediately. “I don’t think I like where this is going.”

“Oh trust me, you will.”

*

A week later, they each told their parents that they were going to take a day trip hiking in the mountains. They even invited their fathers to come along, knowing that neither could actually make it because of business meetings.

They didn’t drive to the well-maintained hiking trail, but to a rather remote area deep in the forest, right next to a little creek. Thinking back, they were fucking lucky that they weren’t kidnapped by guerillas or eaten by wild animals.

“You wanna get out of the car?” Fernando leaned in from the passenger seat, sliding a hand up Gabriel’s thigh. He tried to do that a few times on the way here, but Gabriel told him to stop if he didn’t want to crash and die.

“Out? Where, in the river? On the tree?!” Gabriel stared at him as if he’d gone mad, the exact same look he received when he first proposed this idea. “No, Fernando, I’m absolutely not getting out.”

Fernando laughed, slowly moving his hand up to the belt buckle, massaging the bulge underneath. “That’s alright, we can stay in.”

Gabriel stopped the engine and turned to him.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Fernando smiled and leaned his head down.

*

“What are you waiting for?”

Pacho’s voice echoes in his ears, the gun barrel feels cold against his chin, but it burns his skin, sending heat throughout his body, from neck to stomach, and further down. He swallows, and reaches for Pacho’s belt.

“No. I didn’t say you could touch me.”

Part of him wants to ignore the command and keep going, just to see what would happen. Would Pacho threaten him more? Twist his arm away? Switch off the safety?

Fernando decides to stop as he’s told; that’s not a game to play on the first try. They’ll get there another day.

“As you wish.” He says sweetly as he takes off his own jacket, slowly unbuttoning the white shirt underneath. “You can touch me.”

He follows Pacho’s gaze on his own body: neck, collarbones, chest… He smirks, subtly leaning more into the gun. It hurts his chin a little. It feels good.

Pacho doesn’t need another hint. The gun travels down, through the beating pulse on the side of his neck, pressing hard onto a nipple, down the side of his ribs, then belly button…

Fernando looks up, meeting Pacho’s brown eyes, now lit up with dangerously heated desire. “One day, you’ll get into big trouble with that attitude.”

Fernando opens his mouth, and the sentence comes out like a moan. “A price to pay for having big things.”

He didn’t realize what he just said until he heard it. They fall into an awkward silence for a few seconds, and then Pacho’s first one to snort. He follows right after, unable to hold back his own laughter.

Pacho shakes his head and tosses the gun on the couch. “I can’t tell if you’re great at this, or terrible.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.” Fernando admits honestly. “I just kept saying things I didn’t mean tonight.”

“Well, that can’t be good.”

“Maybe you make me a little nervous,” He leans back into the couch, staring at Pacho from the side. He’s dealt with enough people to know when to show strength and when to show weakness. “I just didn’t realize it.”

“Because of the gun?”

“No! That’s the best part.”

“Really?” Pacho lets out a chuckle. “Then what?”

“Maybe just like you said, I usually don’t deal with people like you.” He shifts closer, bringing his hand back to Pacho’s belt. This time he isn’t stopped. “But I’ll get used to it.”

“You better get used to it soon.” Pacho runs a hand across his bare chest, pinching a nipple. “Things move very fast in this game, as you call it.”

“I’ll catch up.” He smiles against Pacho’s lips, closing his eyes. Their second kiss is just as exciting and unpredictable as the first one. He’s still not sure when to lick and when to bite, but one thing he does know is Pacho likes that, so that’s good enough to make him not hold back, knowing that it’s okay to make mistakes.

“You learn fast.” Pacho brings the kiss to his cheek and neck, pushing him backwards into the couch. He shrugs off his open shirt, letting his bare back touch the cool leather.

*

The weight shifts on the cushions, so the gun rolls off and falls on the carpet. Fernando stares up at Pacho with the most innocent look he can manage, while tentatively reaching for it.

Pacho tilts his head, not looking a bit concerned. “You know how to use it?”

Fernando picks it up, feeling the weight in his palm. “I’ve been hunting since I was sixteen.”

Pacho smiles down at him like he just told a harmless joke. “How impressive. Ever used it on a person?”

He laughs out. “No, of course not.”

“Ever learned how to take it from someone else?” Pacho pushes a knee between his legs, pressing on his half hard desire. He sighs contentedly, and that brief moment of distraction is enough for Pacho to reach down, twist his wrist into such a strange angle that for a moment, he’s really scared that it would break.

He lets out a surprised yelp, tightly clutching his sore wrist with his left hand. The sharp pain soon fades, and everything seems to be pretty much intact. He looks back up, and the gun securely lies in Pacho’s hand, pointing at his stomach.

Pacho smirks. “That’s how.”

“Alright, lesson learned.” He massages his wrist, relaxing the muscles. “That was a bit harsh, don’t you think? I wasn’t even pointing it at you.”

“Here’s another lesson.” Pacho grabs his right hand and pins it above his head. “It will be too late when the gun’s pointed at you. Remember that.”

Fernando doesn’t bother to struggle under the hold, knowing that at this point it’d be useless, so he gently brings his left hand to Pacho’s shoulder, like asking nicely for a hug.

“When was the first time you used it?” He thrusts his hips up, feeling the bulge under Pacho’s silk pants. “On a human.”

Pacho meets his rhythm effortlessly, rocking back and forth. “Eighteen.”

Fernando wraps his arm around Pacho’s neck, bringing him down until their foreheads meet. “What was it like?”

“Not something you would enjoy.”

“But you do?”

Pacho slightly loosens the grip on his wrist, but gives his hip a particularly hard thrust. “Depends on the person.”

Fernando moans as pleasure blooms out, sending chills up his body. He grabs Pacho’s silk shirt, twisting it tightly.

“Take it off?”

Pacho bites him on the lips. “Go ahead. No one’s stopping you.”

*

It’s not easy to undress Pacho with only his left hand, especially when the other man’s relentlessly teasing him in every way possible. The barrel of the gun has been warmed by his skin, now feeling exactly like fingertips, touching him so skillfully like an extension of Pacho’s hand. It circles around his belt buckle, sticking into his pants, but just a little, not far enough to touch anything. He moans and shifts uncomfortably, trying to ease the growing tension in his pants, and instantly, the pressure on his right wrist becomes stronger.

“Patient.” Pacho whispers against him, hot breath tickling on his ear lobe. “Focus on what you’re doing.”

Fernando groans, not hiding his frustration. He has managed to work half of the buttons open, revealing Pacho’s tanned chest, marked with several pink scars. He runs his fingers through each one, feeling the slightly rougher skin. He can’t get enough of the sensation. God…he wants to lick them. Suddenly, the remaining two or three buttons look unbearably annoying, and he has a strong urge to just tear the whole shirt apart, but he also knows that he’s probably used up all the leniency tonight, so it's best for him to be good, for now.

Fernando takes a deep breath and tells himself to stay focused, keeping his hand stable, carefully maneuvering the last few buttons open.

“Now?” He impatiently tugs on Pacho’s belt, not hiding his desperation. “Please?”

Pacho smiles against his lips, and then finally lets go of his right hand. His wrist is still a little sore, but that doesn’t stop him from grabbing Pacho’s belt buckle, like a starving man opening a can of food. Letting out a shaky sigh, Fernando pulls down the boxers to release the hot flesh underneath: hard, heavy, throbbing against his palms.

The gun slowly moves down his abdomen, digging into his own belt which is still perfectly intact. The barrel almost touches his cock, almost, merely an inch away, yet he’s feeling the heat, the stimulation already overwhelming.

Fernando grabs Pacho’s wrist and shoves it down.

He inhales sharply as the gun presses tightly into his crotch, metal to skin, right between that sensitive spot between two balls. He fumbles to take off his own pants, fingertips sweating.

“Look at me.” Pacho tells him, so he does, staring into his own reflection in Pacho’s slightly dilated pupils, like little mirrors in a fairytale, drowning him in dark magic.

He sees the smirk in Pacho’s eyes as his pants and boxers are pulled down. He sighs at the relief, and then looks at the gun right next to his hard cock. He smirks back, and aligns his wet tip against the barrel, giving it a playful thrust. He knows it won’t go in, but the novelty alone is enough to send another wave of arousal through his body.

“Well, too bad the gun’s not big enough.”

“You’re fucking crazy.”

“I know.”

*

Pacho crushes their lips together, more bites than kisses, until he tastes the scent of his own blood, but it doesn’t hurt, barely a tiny sting.

The gun moves again, torturously slow, tracing the bulging vein on his cock, and further down…

“Turn around.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice to shift under Pacho, confined between two muscular thighs. The skin touches his own legs and hip as he turns, and it tickles…no, it burns.

His stiff cock is pressed against the smooth leather, insatiable desire trapped under his own body, and yet every muscle on his back comes to life as they’re savored by Pacho’s lips, tongue or teeth.

His breath hitches when the piece of hard, round metal touches his entrance. Fernando balls his hands into fists, bracing himself for what’s about to come. He holds his breath, waiting for the breach, which surprisingly doesn’t come for several seconds. But it’s not moving away either, just perfectly still between his cheeks. He turns to the side, shooting Pacho a confused glance.

Pacho lays a palm on his lower back, not really pushing down, just with enough force to hold him at the current position. “Have you done this before?”

There’s no point in lying. His reaction already spoke louder than words. “No, but there’s a first to everything, right?”

Pacho raises his eyebrows. There’s so much unsaid in the silence, and if his brain wasn't filled with lust, he would have looked deep into those beautiful brown eyes and analyzed every emotion, pulling out every thought. But for once, he doesn’t have to. That subtle sense of consideration or restraint, regardless of the motives behind, tells him more than he needs to know at this moment.

Fernando smiles, his entire body easing up instantly, like he just swallowed the most effective muscle relaxer in the world, and he knows that’s a terrible idea. There’s absolutely no reason to feel relaxed now, or ever, not with someone like Pacho. Yet inexplicably, for completely illogical reasons, he has rarely been more sure of himself. “You won’t hurt me, not with this.”

“No, not with this.”

Pacho answers quickly, and it sounds like a reassurance, a comfort for him, but something incredibly soft and complicated flashes across Pacho’s face. Fernando recognizes it from distant memories of his own, when he felt understood, seen, in some unexpected way, sometimes with the most random matters.

He spreads his legs wider.

"Then give me your worst.”

*

The scented candle burns vigorously on the coffee table, dangerously close to his face, the little flame dancing at the rhythm of his breathing. Fernando closes his eyes and exhales as the two fingers inside him press right on the sweetest spot. At the back of his mind, he wonders if that bottle of essential oil on the table is truly a convenient coincidence.

A particularly forceful thrust jerks him out of his thoughts. He lets out a sharp groan, scratching the leather beneath him.

“What are you thinking?”

Fernando blinks at the dancing red flame. “Did you plan for this to happen?”

“Plan?” Pacho snorts, pressing deeper into him, adding a third finger to open him up further effortlessly. “There’s nothing to plan here. You should see yourself.”

He laughs, but it turns into a moan midway. “Hey, you aren’t very shy yourself.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“Good.” He presses back against Pacho’s fingers. “There’s nothing to complain about here.”

Pacho pulls the fingers out, a little faster than necessary. Then he picks the gun back up.

“We’ll see about that.”

*

He tries to relax: control the breathing, talk to himself in the head, and whatever worked before when he experimented with new things. But this is different.

This is a gun, a loaded gun, and he can’t see it.

“What’s your favorite gun when you go hunting?”

“What?” He snaps to look at Pacho, not sure where the question came from. If this is meant to distract him, it sure doesn’t work if they’re staying on the topic of guns.

“You’ve been hunting since you were sixteen, right?” He feels a large hand caressing his hip and thigh, massaging the tense muscles on his waist. “Tell me, what do you like?”

“Ah well, my dad had a few Remingtons, so I’m pretty familiar with those, but I guess I’d say my favorite is Mannlicher Schoenauer 1903. I got my first deer with it. I think it was…”

He doesn’t get to finish the sentence, as the barrel starts pushing in. The sudden stretching feels so extreme that he’s sure he would hurt and bleed, but there’s no pain, just a dull soreness.

“Go on?” Pacho’s voice is filled with amusement, but his hand is steady and firm. “Tell me more about the deer.”

“I think I was eighteen.” Fernando hears the trembling in his voice. He remembers the story vividly, but he’s struggling to put it into words when he literally has a gun inside him. “I mean, I’ve shot birds and rabbits before that, but that time I felt confident enough to go for a deer, and we saw…ah!”

The gun moves, brushing his prostate, and he has to fight down a scream. Fernando tries to shift into a more comfortable position, but Pacho presses hard down on his back, stopping all the small movements he can manage to make. That’s why Pacho’s asking him to tell the story, isn’t it? Right now he is the prey, and if he doesn’t agree with that, Pacho’s going to make him one.

“Saw what? I’m listening.”

“…Saw a beautiful deer.” He sighs, allowing himself to surrender, for now. “I aimed at its heart and took the shot, but I missed it. I didn’t know how, the gun even had a scope, but I shot his leg instead.”

The gun starts to move back and forth. The sensation feels less threatening, now that he gets more comfortable with it. If anything, it kind of feels like a very hard, straight dick, but it does exactly what it’s supposed to do, giving him a rush of pleasure with every thrust, but more intense, more violent.

Pacho brings a hand to his thigh. “Where in the leg?”

“I don’t really remember.” Fernando laughs out at the weird fixation on detail. “Just the left one maybe?”

He screams at a hard pinch on his left thigh, while the gun pushes all the way in. He can even feel Pacho’s knuckles on his cheeks now.

“Poor deer.”

“You fucking asshole.” Fernando bites his bottom lip, digging his fingers in between two cushions and grabbing hard onto one.

“Then what? Did you shoot it again?”

“Not immediately.” He takes a very deep breath, closing his eyes at the memory. “It was screaming, and there was blood everywhere. I hadn’t shot anything that large before, guess I was a bit shocked.”

“It’s the worst, right?” Pacho says nonchalantly, which makes it even more thrilling. “When you want them to die quickly, but they just don’t.”

They’re definitely not talking about the same thing. Fernando knows it, and Pacho knows it too! But what’s worse is that, it fucking works on him. It feels like the gun just caught on fire, and it’s melting him, consuming him from within, a deadly ecstasy. Yet it’s not enough, because it won’t be enough until Pacho hears the end of the story. He’s not getting what he wants until Pacho gets it first.

“My father, he told me to finish it.” He tries to finish the story with as few words as possible. “Even if it lived, it’d be a crippled deer in the woods. Killing it would be the merciful thing to do. So I did.”

“What a good son you are.” Suddenly, there’s something other than teasing in Pacho’s voice, something more serious, more vicious. “Imagine if your father could see you right now, and know who you really are.”

“What?!” That comment snaps him out of the blissful state like a splash of cold water. “What are you…”

“Nothing, relax.” Pacho leans down to kiss the back of his neck, seductive and mesmerizing. “You’re not a boy anymore. You can stop pretending to be good.”

His vision goes blank for a moment when the gun gets pulled out of his body, and within a glimpse of a second, it’s replaced by hot human flesh.

Pacho bottoms out with one smooth motion, sending him close to the edge right there and then. He screams and trembles, feeling as if he’s lost control of the lower part of his body, clenching uncontrollably around Pacho’s desire, following Pacho’s rhythm.

Fernando hurries to reach for his own cock, chasing that final release, but Pacho grabs his wrist and pins it right next to his head. He struggles, fighting desperately. “No! No please…”

Pacho doesn’t answer, just keeps thrusting into him, hard and precise, like a cruel hunter firing his shots, disabling and torturing the prey however as he pleases, until he finds the mercy in himself to deliver the final bullet to the heart.

Fernando doesn’t recognize the voice coming out of his own throat, or the movements of his own body. He doesn’t belong to himself anymore, just for a little while, just as long as this exhilarating torture lasts, he doesn’t mind being the prey.

The world outside disappears as the orgasm takes over, sending him over the edge of reality. The pleasure expands, explodes through every nerve, every vein.

At that moment, it feels like his body giving in to the overwhelming sensations, his heart failing to beat, and his brain failing to make sense.

It feels like death, before he truly comes alive.

*

Fernando lies on the couch under a warm blanket as Pacho gets dressed next to him, allowing himself a rare moment of indolence.

“So?” Pacho smiles down at him, running a hand through his hair, now a little wet from the sweat.

He looks up, leaning into the touch. “Do you need to ask?”

“Guess not.” Pacho moves his hand down, gently brushing his cheekbone and neck, stopping at the shoulder. “But in case you are also wondering, it was incredible, especially for a first timer.”

“Please, you make it sound like I was a virgin.”

“Well, in that case, it was phenomenal and you’re very talented.”

Fernando snorts out, and then they both burst out laughing, like two regular lovers fooling around, but the folder he brought here earlier is still on the coffee table, and inside, there’s confidential information on Carlos and his sick daughter.

“I would love for you to spend the night.” Pacho picks the folder up. “But I think we have to agree that’s not a good idea.”

“Yeah, I need to get home before the sun comes up.” It’s the truth, but it doesn’t help with the disappointment.

“There’s still time. You can sleep for a few hours. I’ll wake you up.”

“You’re sure?”

“Of course.” Pacho pulls the blanket up for him. “We treat our guests well.”

“What kind of guests are we talking about here?”

“Just go to sleep.”

So he does. He closes his eyes and lets himself drift away, naked on a couch, right next to one of the most dangerous men in the country.

He sleeps well.

@ashlingnarcos @ashlingiswriting @cheesybadgers @cherixrosa @cositapreciosa @criatividad-e @narcolini @yourlocalspacewitxch @kesskirata @mandaloria314 @marrianena @alreadywritten @drabbles-mc @smoke-n-fiire

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[kierancampire]

I sorta came crashing down last night, so that's all this is, probably, but I've just sorta had tears in my eyes and have been on the verge of crying all morning

For as long as I can remember, I mean before the ages of 10, I have had insecurities and difficulties with my body, even as a child I hated wearing vest/tank tops and shorts. I hated my arms, and my legs were a massive issue for me, I spent most of my life hating them because people always made fun of them, in primary school 2 nicknames I had were chicken legs/twig legs, and my family always commented on and laughed at my "knobbly knees", it took me years to feel comfortable exposing my legs

And obviously I've always been skinny, I have always spent my life being incredibly skinny, and although I put on a tiny amount of weight around 2018 or so, I lost it. But then in 2020, I have just forever been slowly gaining it, to the point I now weigh over I think 13/14 stone. I didn't think it was possible, but my weight gain has made me hate myself even more. Even more than I already did I hate looking in mirrors, I hate seeing photos of myself, I hate seeing my body, I hate thinking about what people see when they look at me, I just hate myself so much more somehow. And obviously part of the reason I gained this weight was from everything I went through in 2020, like the SA. Physically I think I am capable of losing this weight, mentally I am trapped

The reason I'm saying all of this though, on the 17th when I was with my family, my mum bought me some caramel popcorn, I had barely eaten that day and was starving, and since it was all I had, I was eating this popcorn shoving like 3-4 pieces in my mouth at a time. I kinda don't even wanna talk about this as I feel it will make me cry and I do not want to cry. Mum and Kayden walked in and for about 2-3 minutes they were laughing at me and making jokes about how much popcorn I was eating and that my face was round and full of popcorn, then at one point mum made. I fucking hate I'm crying. Mum said "No wonder he has to now buy his trousers in a large" and her and Kayden started laughing so hard they cried. I tried to play it off and jokingly said about getting fat shamed and such, but it really hurt. Every time I have eaten since then I feel insecure and guilty about the fact I am eating and what I am eating. I hate having to buy larger clothes, any time I pick up clothes in a larger size, I feel such shame and embarrassment, buying larger clothes is difficult for me

When I lived at the foyer and had that award in Birmingham, the foyer hid from me that it was a dinner event, because they knew, as do most people, how much I have always struggled with eating around people, I find it so difficult to eat in a social setting when other people can see me, even when I was skinny, I feel like everyone is staring at me and judging me. So having my family literally watch me eat and make fun of me for how I'm eating

One of the many pieces to the puzzle on why I stay single is, I never talk about this as I never want to hurt people or put them down, but I hate my body type. My entire family are very large people, very large people, and I think it just sorta put me off overweight people, so I hate my body type, I am not into or attracted to people with it, and if I can't even love my own body type, why should I expect someone else to. I sit there every day wanting to be skinny again and to finally have this be the day I start exercising and eating better and become skinny or even get some muscle and lose this fat, and look at these current photos of myself and feel a mix of disgust and pride that I was like this but I lost it. But I never do. And honestly, a part of it is defence. I've been sexually assaulted by two men, and I hope if I make myself seem uglier and undesirable, no one will want to sexually assault me again. So when they stood there and mocked my weight, it hurt

#personal

[winderlylandchime]

I am sending this way later than I originally planned since I did write all this out after we finished watching. But we (one of us more than the other) were a fucking mess afterwards soooo here we go 5x10: ‘‘CYNDI LAUPER?! As in Girls just wanna have fun? Please tell me she’s gonna remix it to Gays just wanna have fun’ ‘LOOK AT MY BLONDIE! Look at my dumb little baby who needs to get his head out of his ass and go back to Brian’ the moment happens when those cars drive by with protestors ‘man, fuck you! What a fucking loser’ *throws a pillow at the tv* The scene is now at Brian and Ted when he tells him he’s cancer free ‘wait, Ted is looking for a husband husband? Why is everyone so obsessed with getting married? Why the fuck is Brian going to Australia?! He better take Blondie with him. HE’S CANCER FREE?! *pauses tv* so hold the fuck up. Cancer was there this whole time and he was going to doctors but they just decided to forget about that? Idiots. He needs to celebrate with Blondie not with Australia!’ We are now at the scene where Mikey/Ben try to find a venue and Ben suggests the club. *starts laughing* ‘of fucking course! Brian isn’t a good friend. And he’s not good enough for anyone. But his money and his club? Sign us right up. Fuck all of his so called friends.’ ‘They have to drop Drew? Oh shit. Well this fucking sucks for both of them. (He was dead silent during a scene with Mel and then it went to Brian/Ted/mikey scene) finally something good! (Mikey shows up) ughh this fucker again. Kick him out please. Here he comes asking for help. See even Brian knows that everyone always only wants something from him. This is starting to piss me off and hurt me. (Mikey says brian should apologize) IN WHAT WORLD?! Did you fucking lose your memory from what all you said to him? Fuck you! (Mikey asks for the club) ha, i guess the over the hill’s club boys club is now good enough for you. He’s giving it for free? He’s a way better person than me…’ ‘i get why Emmett is angry at Brian but damn it, im sure he can understand the situation? Its not like Brian did it cause he wanted to do it. I get why he’s mad but damn it come on.’ WE ARE NOW AT THE SCENE WHERE BRIAN WATCHES JUSTIN! ‘Blondie!!! BRIAN! *makes a noise like he’s choking* HES WATCHING HIM! GO UP TO HIM AND KISS HIM AND TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM YOU STUBBORN BEAUTIFUL SHIT! AHHHHHHHH BLONDIE SAW HIM! THATS IT? TAKE CARE AND HE LEAVES? WHAT HAS TO HAPPEN FOR THEM TO GET BACK TOGETHER?!’ And we are now at the benefit and it shows Monty and Eli ‘ughhh theyre here too. (They make a joke about Brian) Justin, if you don’t start throwing hands, i will! Where’s the old Blondie? He’d fight them, why is he so disgusting towards Jen. What a prick.’ ‘MY GIRL CYNDI!!! I FUCKING LOVE HER!!!!’ Jen and Tucker kiss and it shows Justin going through it ‘that’s literally me when they show Mel and Linds. But more importantly imagine Brian with him right now. He’d be cracking jokes left and right.’ ‘BRIAN! Go to the club! Get Blondie back! Come the fuck on JUST FOR ONCE LISTEN TO ME!’

ANNNNNND the bomb just went off *huge gasp and he covers his mouth with his hands and accidentally hits himself with the cast* ‘WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK WAS THAT?! WHAT WAS THAT?! WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?! (It tells on the radio about the bomb) AN EXPLOSION?! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO BRIAN GO BACK! GO TO THE CLUB! HES GOING! WHATS GOING ON?! (It shows the club scene and Brian just arrived) *he is actually shaking while watching* WHERES MY BLONDIE! BRIAN BE CAREFUL! (Jen says justin is inside and brian runs in) im gonna fucking kill someone if something happens to Blondie. BRIAN IS RUNNING IN OF COURSE HES RUNNING IN! FUCK FUCK FUCK *he is actually on the verge of tears* he better be alive! IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO BRIAN IM BURNING THIS WHOLE PLACE DOWN. (brian starts screaming for Justin) he’s fucking screaming his name. Just like at the garage. Im gonna fucking jump off a bridge, i cant handle this. (Brian spots Justin) OH FUCKING HELL HES ALIVE! MY BOY IS ALIVE! I dont have to commit arson….yet. LOOK AT THEM HUGGING, he was so FUCKING WORRIED! Poor Brian, imagine this happening at your club. Fuck.’ He then paused the tv on Ted and just sat back and stared at the tv for a minute and then let out a big sigh and pressed play. And now we’re at the hospital scene ‘this is making me nervous. I hate this. Oh look Brian being nice to Ben…and they say he doesn’t do charity. Is Mike alive? Yo ben, chill. It’s her fucking kid so shush. BRIAN ONCE AGAIN SAVING THE DAY…wait didnt he have cancer? Brian is about to burn this hospital down. Good for him!’ We’re are the scene with Deb and Brian praying and he only let out a very soft whimper when Brian went to hold her hand but that was it.

And we are at the I love you scene!!!!!!!!!!!!! *he is dead silent, hes covering his mouth and his elbows are on his knees and he is shaking and still on the verge of tears* ‘my boys! I was worried where Blondie was. Please tell me he is getting his man back. (Brian hugs Justin and starts his speech) *he starts slowly crying the second Brian hugs him and the tears just keep coming* (Brian says i love you) *huge gasp and he covers his mouth and just stares in silence until the screen goes black* ‘oh my god…oh my…*said very softly* he said it…he fucking sai- HE SAID HE LOVES HIM! HE SAID HE FUCKING LOVES HIM! HE FUCKING SAID I LOVE YOU! HE SAID! HE! *gets up and starts screaming while pointing to the tv and then hits me on my shoulder* HE SAID IT! I DIDNT HALLUCINATE THAT SHIT! HE ACTUALLY SAID IT! *slowly sits down with his hands all up in his hair and tears going down his face* he said i love you. Twice. He said it twice. Once for him and once for everyone. I…i gotta see that shit again’ *immediately rewinds it* ‘why the fuck didnt blondie say it back? Probably cause he’s processing it like me. He said it. He fucking said. A bomb had to go off but he did it. AND THEY KISSED! WE ARE BACK BABY! AND HE FUCKING FINALLY SAID IT! IT FEELS SO GOOD TO FINALLY WIN SOMETHING!’ He then proceeded to call our mom and when she answered he just yelled into the phone ‘BRIAN SAID I LOVE YOU TO BLONDIE!’ And then hung up and went on the next episode.

Dear sweet anon, I don’t know if your loyal readers are ready for what is about to happen. Dear friends, I’ve read the messages and we must rally. Brother Anon has really been through it. All of his opinions pass peer review and also are Nice and Accurate (forgive the GO reference).

Yeah, I do not understand the cancer arc timeline. Is Brian cancer free at a certain month mark or… because he finished treatment before the Liberty Ride. IDK.

That scene with Brian watching him is heartbreaking. HOW CAN ANYONE SAY BRIAN DOESN’T CARE?

The explosion! “Just like at the garage” I AM DYING. Exactly like that. Brian not knowing if Justin is alive will ALWAYS get me.

His reaction to the I Love You is everything. It is all of us. He is one of us. The one bright moment in the entire season.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

[azk0re]

Random Thoughts about Abby and Ellie

warnings: 18+ MDNI (I mean it!)

an: these are just some of my depraved thoughts about my favorite girls because i can’t get them off my mind. this is my first time ever writing something that contains anything sexual so please bear with me because i’m still learning! i also didn’t have time to proof read it so please lemme know if there’s any typos. hope y’all enjoy! - with love, ellie ♡

☆ Ellie

I will forever die on the hill that Ellie is as sensitive as they come. One touch and she’s whining and squirming already. She’ll beg you to fuck her and then the moment you finally give in and touch her, she’s trying to get away whining about being sensitive and begging you to stop even though you’ve barely even started.

Ellie is always horny and it’s always because of you. You don’t even need to be anywhere near her and she’ll randomly think of you at some point and BAM she’s dripping in her pants. The thought doesn’t even necessarily have to be something sexual. She could literally just be reminding herself to ask you something later and before you know it she’s imagining being between your legs (the girl has a problem tbh).

Strapping Ellie is a fucking dream come true. She rarely allows you to do it though because of how sensitive she is. Every time, no matter what, she squirts, making a mess of you, her thighs, and the bed beneath her. The first time it happened, it surprised both of you. Ellie was so lost in the pleasure of it all that she hadn’t even noticed that she squirted at first but when she came to and realized, she lost her shit.

She was completely red in the face and looked to be on the verge of tears apologizing profusely through small pants still trying to come down from her orgasm. You spend at least 10 minutes getting her to calm down, telling her how hot it was to watch her lose herself like that.

Ellie always tries to keep up this front to others that she’s the one in charge in the bedroom all the time. For the most part, she’s not completely incorrect. Usually Ellie is in charge but she’s basically just doing whatever you tell her to do rather than making you do what she’s tells you to. Ellie is a service top and a whiny bottom and no one can change my mind on that.

I feel like the only time Ellie will ever get rough with you in bed is when she’s pissed off about something. She’ll use your body as a way to get her frustrations out, fucking into you as hard as she likes while you lay there and take everything she gives you, moaning out praises to her for doing so good.

Aftercare for the two of you is usually cuddles, kisses, and sweet words of praise whispered between the two of you with a few stupid jokes mixed in courtesy of the ever-unserious Ellie Williams.

☆ Abby

Abby is the polar opposite of Ellie. She’s less sensitive and a lot quieter. Abby is a natural giver and, in my opinion, a stone top, so she rarely allows you the permission to touch her. She actually didn’t allow you to touch her sexually until well into your relationship after she knew for a fact that she could trust you to do so.

Abby is not chronically horny unlike some people (*cough* ellie *cough*) but she knows that your sex drive is relatively high so she gives you whatever you need whenever you need it, and, due to all her time in the gym, she can definitely keep up.

No matter what, Abby is always in control in the bedroom and you are perfectly okay with that. It doesn’t matter what the two of you are doing or how you’re doing it, she’s in charge.

She absolutely loves destroying your pussy with her strap, especially with you face down, ass up presenting your pretty cunt to her. From that position she has the ability to slap your ass and watch you clench down tight on her strap every time. Abby also loves watching your arms give out beneath you as she pounds into you from behind not letting up. You just lay there and take it every time with no complaint and she fucking loves it.

In terms of receiving, it takes a while longer for Abby to get there than it does for Ellie. It’s a small part of why she doesn’t like receiving as much because she feels like she just forces her partner to put in so much work. Of course, you always assure her that you love making her feel good and that it’s not something she’s forcing you to do.

Unlike Ellie, Abby doesn’t like getting strapped. This is mainly because it’s usually not enough to get her to cum anyway. She knows you like to fuck her that way though so on very rare occasions she’ll oblige you and allow you to. Your favorite position to have her in is on her back with her legs spread wide for you, this way you have a perfect view of her pretty face and easy access to her two most sensitive areas: her nipples and her clit. You’d toy with them while rutting into her, listening to her breathy moans, soft grunts, and nearly silent whimpers while she instructs you on exactly how fast to go and where to touch her, maintaining complete control of the situation.

Back to Abby’s sensitive nipples. She could literally cum from you just playing with her tits. The poor thing can’t not wear a bra because the slightest touch to her nipples, including just a light graze of her shirt against them, will have her clit twitching and throbbing beneath her panties.

Kinda random but Abby definitely has a dependence kink. She wants you to rely on her for everything in and outside of the bedroom. Abby rarely allows you to do anything yourself unless you absolutely want to. She ties your shoes for you, picks your outfits for you, cooks for you, opens doors for you, washes your hair, makes sure to remind you to drink water, literally everything she does for you and she absolutely loves it. It’s part of why she’s always so hellbent on giving in the bedroom. She wants to make you feel good without you having to lift a finger to do so yourself or do anything for her. It’s also why she takes aftercare so seriously.

Speaking of aftercare, Abby is phenomenal at it every time. The focus is rarely ever on her. She always makes sure you’re okay, physically and mentally before she brings you water, a snack, and cleans you up with a warm washcloth. Usually, you’re floating somewhere in the abyss of your own mind thinking of nothing in particular, just reeling in your post sex euphoria. Abby will just pull you close, peppering sweet kisses all over your face and whispering sweet words to you as you slowly come back to yourself. She absolutely loves how she can bring you to this place of absolute ease and take care of you afterward.

*a stone top is the lesbian term for someone who only gives during sex and doesn’t enjoy receiving. they typically do not let their partner touch them in a sexual way (if this is is incorrect please let me know but this is what i know of what that terms means).

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