#such a good stream i haven't laughed that hard in a while

[fernsnailz]

doodles i made while watching the latest @snapscube murder of sonic stream WAHOO!!!!

#such a good stream i haven't laughed that hard in a while #everyone go watch the vods!! u will not regret it #fern's sketchbook #tmosth #sth #sonic the hedgehog #...i don't remember if there's a specific snapcube art tag to use it's been a while

[not-magdi]

Little Update

Summary: Lando gives his fans a little update about live

Words: 785

Warnings: None just pure fluff

A/N

It's my first time writing for Lando I hope you like it <3

Three weeks ago, you and Lando welcomed a little baby boy to the world. The both of you were pretty open about the pregnancy, posting pictures and stories all the time.

The fans loved watching your baby bump grow. And the interactions between Lando and the baby you two shared over your socials.

But since the baby was born, you two went MIA for a while and haven't posted a thing. Everybody started to speculate that the baby was born, but nobody had seen the baby yet.

You and Lando needed some time for yourselves to adjust to the new situation, but after some time, you slowly got into a routine.

Now, the two of you wanted to let the world know about your little bundle of joy. Lando wanted to do something special, that would resemble you and him.

Something that made you and Lando who you are, are your infamous streams. So Lando wanted to stream with your baby and introduce him to the world. You were a bit sceptical at first, not wanting to parade around with your baby in public so much.

But Lando assured you that everything would be alright and that he would be extra careful if it would get too much for little baby Henry.

So now Lando was sitting in his gaming chair with his son sound asleep next to him in his crib.

You wanted to stay with them and watch, but you had a hard time staying awake and chose to take a nap, still recovering from labour.

Lando took a deep breath and started the stream but had the camera still turned off. In the next few minutes, thousands of people joined his stream.

Seeing the numbers rise made Lando's heart beat faster, and he started overthinking his idea again. Nevertheless, he turned on his microphone and greeted his viewers.

"Hey, guys! … Guys, calm down. I know the camera's turned off. Be patient."

His heart melted as he read the messages his fans sent him, asking how he was doing and if you were doing okay. After laughing at a few messages, his heart rate slowed down and he started to feel more relaxed.

"So guys, I know me and Y/N haven't been online for some time. In our defence, we had a good reason."

Taking a deep breath to collect himself, he took the sleeping baby into his arms and turned on the camera.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to Henry Norris."

He grabbed Henry's little hand with his finger and waved at the camera. The chat went completely feral at that, congratulating the two of them on your little family.

Henry slowly woke up after he felt his dad's presence. Looking up at Lando with his big blue eyes, which he got from you, he cuddled himself deeper into Lando's arms.

Realising that his son had woken up, he cooed at him and kissed his little forehead to settle him again.

"Chat, look at him, he's so cute. Baby, you wanna say hello?"

Hearing Lando use his baby voice and cuddle with his son made the chat go crazy. Messages of love and adoration flooded the chat.

"How is Y/N doing?" Lando read out loud.

"Y/N's doing quite good. She is currently sleeping. I try to help her as much as I can. She needs to recover fast because I'm kind of lost without her."

Chuckling at the end of his sentence, he read a few more questions until he heard the door to his office open and close.

"Aww, chat, look who decided to join us!"

You waved at the camera as you took your place behind Lando, kissing his messy curls.

"The chat kept asking for you," Lando mumbled into your neck as he nuzzled himself into you.

"Aww, really? Hi chat!"

You greet the chat and cuddle yourself next to Lando. The two of you kept answering questions until you felt Henry squirm in Lando's arms.

"Chat, we're going to end the stream now. Little muppet's gonna have his dinner now."

Taking Henry from Lando's arms, you head out, getting ready to feed him. Lando comes right after you, talking to the chat for a bit.

The sight that greets him in the living room, is a sight he could never get sick of.

The love of his life, with his son in her arms, feeding him in their own little home.

#dad! lando norris #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris oneshot #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris #lando x reader #lando imagine #dad!lando

[banquetwriter]

hellooo! can i request johnnie x reader, where his tweets are about a song but the fans think they broke up because y/n also had a suspicious tweet like him!! thank you i hope you have a wonderful day!

୨୧ Assumptions ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ short (I'm sorry) fluff tbh

summary: ʚ the fans get the wrong idea when you and Johnnie tweet lyrics of his new song ɞ

Words: 1299

An: this is short but honestly it's so sweet and I loved doing this!!

You made sure to keep balance with the plate and cup in your hands as you approached your office room. You had finally convinced Johnnie to start editing in your office since he moved in. You both even set up a little recording spot for him complete with a spooky background.

You walked up to the door and knocked against it slightly using your foot. After a moment or two the door opened with a slightly worn-looking Johnnie. “Hey what's all this for?” he asked, opening the door for you. “Well you have been working so hard on your new song I thought I outta surprise you.”

You say with a big smile holding up his cup of tea and chips. “Eh, I'm really proud of this song. I just hope it, you know, does well,” he says with a short laugh at the end of his sentence. You smile while walking to the couch that is directly next to his editing chair.

The one you sat at and relaxed while he would stream. The whole world seemed so in love with you two dating. Everyone loved how well you two worked. And you loved it too. “I'm sure they will babe. I think you fucking killed it with this song,” you spoke moving your legs up to your chest and setting the food on the desk.

He smiles as you sit down in his chair and start to click around on his computer. You plucked a chip off of his plate scrolling around Twitter. “Hey, quit stealing my chips,” Johnnie said, staring at you accusingly.

You pause looking up at him, blinking slowly for a second. “When your dick gets bigger I will,” you said with a faux smile. He giggles at your comment, turning back to the computer, his fingers reaching for the coffee mug.

“Be careful, I think the tea is still pretty hot.” you half mumble the warning before putting the chip in your mouth. “I'll drink whatever the fuck I want bitch.” he says in a sassy, Timmy-esque voice. He takes a small sip of the tea before yanking the cup away from his mouth. “Fuck!” he shouts as the hot piqued burned his mouth.

You let out a loud laugh at his reaction, covering your mouth as you did so. “Aahh fuck you!” he yelps again searching for a drink of something colder. You snicker looking back down at your phone. Twitter was usually an awful place to be and it wasn't any different than this time.

You banned Johnnie from looking up his name on social media sites, and it wasn't good that you still did it but occasionally you liked to check in on fans and see what was popular amongst the fandom.

Most were hyping up the newest video you had posted this week and taking clips from it as reactions. Your fans were so funny, like genuinely. It blew you away that people found you so funny.

Of course, there were a select few that were not ideal. One about how You and Johnnie haven't posted in a while, and that you two must have broken up. They were not true by any means. With Johnnie's new song coming out soon it was easier for him to bulk-record videos so he had more time during the day to work on it.

Johnnie had finally calmed down from burning the shit out of his mouth. “How much of the new song have you teased?” you asked using your foot to spin his chair so he faced you. You continued to munch on a few chips, eating all the food you brought for your boyfriend.

“Honestly not much just that I have a new song coming out, not even a date or anything,” he said, grabbing a chip too. “Mmm we should start doing more to promote it, well sorry, you should do more this isn't my song,” you murmur using your ring finger to tap around your phone with your chip-dust-covered hands.

“Mmm, I feel like it's both of our songs in a way, I mean yeah I performed it and edited it but you helped me write it. You're also helping me by taking care of me.” he gestured to his tea as he took a sip.

You smiled at his words. It was nice when credit was given for things like this. This was Johnnie's song but you did help him with the lyrics. It was about the heartbreak of getting older, the lyrics sounding like you were talking to time.

The idea simmered down into a few words; it was like breaking up with time. The lyrics were akin to a breakup song. It was a cool idea and one you dealt with as you grew older. You even starred in the music video as the “time” character.

“What were we thinking of doing?” he murmured with his mouth full. “Maybe tweeting a few of your lyrics? Something you wouldn't normally rant about I guess,” you suggested dusting your fingers off.

“That could be cool, we should do it from the chorus or something,” he said, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. “Yeah for sure,” you mumbled absentmindedly, moving the chair with your foot still.

Over the next few days you both tweeted lyrics from the song. ‘I will forever mourn the loss of us’ and ‘You can't stay innocent to it forever’ got the most likes. Unfortunately, you two were now trending. “What the fuck are we going to do?” you asked looking at the #Johnnieandy/nbreakup tag.

“Just ignore them? The song comes out soon anyway,” he reassured you, his thumb rubbing the side of your thigh. Your legs rested on his lap as you cuddled up next to him.

You still didn't like the idea that everyone thought you two broke up. You can see how someone might think that from your guy’s tweets. And yes you shouldn't assume something about someone online but that just means your fans care about you. Doesn't it?

After a few days, you both released another video on each other's YouTube channels. The entire comments were filled with asking where the other person was. If you two had really broken up this would have been awful. Thank god you hadn't.

You both decided that you two should make at least one video addressing the rumors. On one of your tik toks someone had commented ‘Did you and Johnnie break up?’ so you replied to the comment with a video.

“Hey guys so a lot of people have been asking if me and my boyfriend Johnnie broke up, so today we are going to go ask him,” you said holding the phone up to your face as if introducing a vlog.

The next shot was of your feet walking up to Johnnie sitting on the couch. “Hey babe?” you asked, pointing the camera at him. “Yeah?” he answered back looking up at you. “Did we break up?” you ask as if it was a normal question.

“Umm last time I checked no,” he replied back trying to hold his smile back. “Oh ok, sweat just checking. Love you,” you said back moving the phone down as he broke his serious face and laughed with you.

You posted the tik tok captioned “addressing the rumors”

You cuddled up next to him and read the comments. Most of them were making fun of others for assuming things. The other half was just talking about how cute the two of you were together.

The following day the song and music video were posted and the feedback was worth it. You were so proud of Johnnie and all he had done but this song meant so much to both of you.

#jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert fluff #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie x you

[lucy90712]

Can you do a pedri x gf!reader imagine where she’s with him during all of The Residency shoot & sees that the girl social media worker has been getting a little too close for comfort. Gf tries to stay calm the whole time until she finally snaps & then she thinks pedri is gonna be upset at her but he’s actually really turned on by the fact that she’s territorial of him

A/n: I changed it up a bit as I don’t usually write stuff like this so I hope it’s ok

WC: 2.1k

Yesterday afternoon Pedri asked me to go with him to his shoot with the residency today because he gets a bit awkward when on camera so he wanted me to be there so there was a familiar face in the room. Of course I agreed to go as I always love spending time with him and I think it's sweet that he wants me there but I'm definitely a little bit nervous too. I have always been really anxious about meeting new people so to be in a room full of them is a bit nerve wracking for me but I am going to be there for Pedri and I'm sure everything will be fine.

This morning Pedri had training which he brought me to as well because we had to go to the shoot right after. I haven't been to one of his training sessions in a long time so it was nice to see the whole team as I get on with them all really well. Getting to talk to the guys before we had to leave relaxed me as I remembered meeting them all and being so nervous but I survived and now we are all good friends so I will be fine with meeting the crew for the shoot. They all knew where we were going so they told us to have fun and Robert told me to make sure I enjoy myself as he knows how anxious I get. Pablo also sent me a smile which didn't need any words with it as I knew what he was trying to say. 

On the drive Pedri kept me talking about anything other than the shoot and he held my hand tightly to keep me distracted which he is very good at. Once we arrived the crew all came outside to greet us and Pedri got out the car first to say hi before opening my door for me and introducing me to everyone. My anxiety faded quite quickly as everyone was so lovely and they were more interested in Pedri which meant I was able to just blend into the background and take some time to calm down. We all went inside and Pedri got his hair done while someone else explained everything they would be doing which started off with a live stream and then they wanted him to film some TikToks which I just know Pedri will hate. 

"Amor do you want to be on camera?" Pedri asked 

Our relationship is semi public so people know we are together but we don't often post with each other only on special occasions. Most pictures of us together are taken by other people as I don't like to put myself out there too much as I only ever get hate anyway. So being part of a live stream isn't really up my alley but I don't mind if I'm seen in the background.

"I would prefer to not be but I don't mind being seen in the background" I said 

"Thats ok we can keep you out of shot" one of the men there said 

"Thank you" I said 

Once Pedri was ready they got everything up and started the live stream so I sat out of the shot but somewhere were I could still see what was going on. Things started off simply as they got Pedri to play some fifa which he does a lot at home so that made him more relaxed and I could tell he was starting to really enjoy himself. Whenever he scored he looked over in my direction to see my reaction like he does when we are at home so I gave him a big smile which he returned. After the game they made him do karaoke which even I've never seen before as he refuses every time we go out, it was so hard not to laugh at him but I held back my laughter as not to disrupt anything. 

The next thing on the list was a Q&A but most of the questions were things I've heard him answer a million times so I kind of lost focus and started paying attention to other things. As I was doing so I noticed the girl that's part of the team getting rather close to Pedri. I'm used to seeing things like this as fans quite often get close to Pedri or other girls when we go out places but they never go too far so it doesn't really bother me. This girl however was already getting on my nerves as she was constantly staring at him like not taking her eyes off of him. She was also sat really close to Pedri and I could tell he was feeling uncomfortable with her so close but she didn't take the hint, if anything she got closer to him. 

Now that I've noticed it I have found myself constantly looking and getting more annoyed by the second. The girl then touched his hand which he instantly moved out the way but I could feel the jealousy and anger coursing through my veins. I'm not one for confrontation in fact I would usually do anything to avoid it but this girl was really getting on my nerves. She was touching my man right in front of my face without a care in the world which is driving me insane. I know Pedri would never even entertain this on any normal day but today he can't do anything without looking like an asshole in front of thousands of fans on the livestream which is so unfair as this girl is definitely taking advantage of that. If it were possible there would definitely be steam coming out of my ears but it's not so instead I can feel my cheeks heating up in anger. 

Eventually after what felt like hours of torture the livestream ended and Pedri was finally able to escape that girl and come over to where I was sat. He sat next to me and put his arm loosely around my waist which made me feel a whole lot better. As much as I hate what this girl is doing Pedri has done nothing wrong and I need to remember that he loves me not this other girl. Having him by my side made me feel so much better as all of his attention was on me and not on that other girl and he was telling me how he is actually willing to do karaoke with me now. We were having a good time and he was just about to kiss me when the girl came over and rudely interrupted by telling Pedri that they had to get back to filming now. He whispered that he was sorry and the look in his eyes told me that he felt bad but it didn't stop the anger building up in me again. 

She dragged him away from me and outside so I had to follow behind and find somewhere to sit but everywhere I went to sit she made someone move to get in my way. In the end I gave up and just sat on my phone but I made sure to keep an eye on what was going on as I'm no fool so I'm not taking my eyes off that girl. Having my eyes on her made absolutely no difference as she was getting more and more touchy by the second. Instead of just asking Pedri to move to where he was needed she put her hands on his chest and I swear I saw her drag her hand down his abs but that could just be the jealousy taking over.

The longer I was sat there watching the more I felt like I had to do something. My last boyfriend cheated on me because I was too soft and I just let him go out with all these girls because I trusted him but I'm not going to let that happen again. I trust Pedri I really do but I'm not going let some girl take advantage of that he's my boyfriend and she needs to be respectful of that and leave him alone. As they were filming I was thinking about all the outrageous things I could do to put this girl in her place most of which were absolutely crazy and would probably get me arrested and definitely ruin Pedri's reputation but then I thought of a great idea that wasn't too much but got my message across. 

As if the world was reading my mind they stopped filming to take a quick break, I didn't need telling twice so I put my plan into action. I got myself up and wandered over to Pedri with a level of sass I don't think I've ever reached before in my life but it felt great. I walked straight over to Pedri and put my hand on his chest as I stood in front of him which took him by surprise as I don't think I've ever acted like this in my life let alone around him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the girl was staring at the both of us so I put the rest of my plan into action and got on my toes to kiss Pedri. He was still in shock so I was able to kiss him more passionately which helped me release some of the anger I was feeling and it was definitely annoying the girl which is a huge bonus. 

After I pulled away Pedri smiled at me and pressed another kiss to my lips before the girl said they were going to start filming again so I walked away and went back to my position on the outside chair. As I sat down my rush of adrenaline dissipated and along with it went all the extra confidence I had just gathered leaving me feeling awful about what I just did. I'm really not one to do something like that and I'm not really sure why I did it, I mean it's not like Pedri was paying any attention to this girl and we won't ever see her again so it doesn't matter if she was touchy or not. Guilt flowed through my body as I realised that in the heat of the moment I made a stupid decision that probably doesn't paint me in the best light if someone were to tell the story without my side. Jealousy is such an ugly emotion and I can't believe I let myself get carried away with it Pedri probably thinks I'm some psycho now as he's never seen me act in such a way in the whole time we've known each other. 

For the rest of the shoot I just sat quietly letting my thoughts take over so when it was finally time for us to leave I politely thanked all the crew and said goodbye before getting out of there as quickly as humanly possible. I was silent on the drive home too as I was still feeling bad about overreacting like that and trying to think of what I could say to Pedri to apologise for embarrassing him in front of a brand he works with. When we arrived home I went straight inside to start making dinner as I feel like I need to do something nice for Pedri to help him forgive me for acting like a crazy woman. 

"Amor is everything ok?" Pedri asked

"Yeah everything's fine" I replied bluntly 

"Come on I know somethings up you were so quiet on the drive home, if it's that girl I promise I would've done more to push her away if I could but I only love you you know that right" he said 

"It's not that I feel awful for acting the way I did" I admitted 

"What do you mean?" He asked 

"The way I kissed you just to get her to back off I shouldn't have done that because it just makes you look bad but I just got so carried away with my jealousy that I couldn't stop myself I'm sorry" I said 

"There's no need to be sorry baby you didn't do anything wrong you just kissed me which you're allowed to do plus I thought it was hot the way you wanted to show her I'm yours" he said 

"Really you didn't think it was too much" I questioned 

"No I loved it you're so hot when you get jealous plus that kiss was amazing 10/10 I might have to make you jealous again so you'll kiss me like that" he joked 

"Please don't do that I can kiss you like that without being jealous" I said 

"Well go on then" he smirked 

#pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri imagines #pedri imagine #pedri #pedri gonzalez imagines #pedri x reader

[elli3luvs]

falling in love at a coffee shop pt. 3 [ELLIE W]

summary: watching movies with your favorite barista was never easier

genre: fluff/angst

wc: 1.9k

a/n: thank you guys for loving this! i don't feel as if im too good at telling stories but im glad you guys enjoy it hehe sorry if i missed anyone on the tags as well!!!!

part two

Who even knew video stores were still a thing? You surely didn't think they were — you were almost certain they died out in the late 2000s with the rise of streaming services. Every store around town seemed to be shuttered up. But Ellie, being the cool girl she is, somehow knows of a still operating movie store. You have to admit, putting in a DVD somehow feels cooler than pulling it up on Netflix. There was something about the sound of the DVD player that made you a little giddy. The giddiness was totally not because of the girl standing in front of you.

Totally not.

She raises her eyebrows when the tray slides back into her DVD player, "Super cool, huh? Feels... retro." She lets out a shaky breath while rubbing the back of her neck. She makes her way over to the couch — plopping down, making your body slide closer to her. Her scent fluttered over your nose. She smelled woody and like coffee.

On brand.

You still couldn't believe you were sitting in Ellie's living room. The room smelled similar to her minus the coffee smell. The room wasn't necessarily tidy but it wasn't overly dirty. There wasn't trash everywhere but random trinkets were scattered over the surfaces. There were hoodies thrown over the backs of chairs and a couple of empty water bottles on her coffee table. Lived in is what you would describe it as. There were a couple of picture frames on a mantel above her TV but the room was too dark to make out the figures. 

"I haven't watched anything on DVD in like, I don't know, years." You let out a small laugh as the home screen pulls up. It was a movie you have never heard of, but it looked similar to Star Wars. Grand music filled the room before she turned the sound down a bit. 

Ellie nods at your words, "I love it," You turn your head to look at her. There was a giddy look in her eyes you have never seen before, "Going to the video store is, like, my number one hobby."

You laugh at the ridiculousness of that statement, "What about making coffee?" 

Ellie clicks the 'Play Movie' option and a bright light flashes over her face as the commercials play before the movie. You forgot movies used to have commercials even on the home versions. 

She rolls her eyes playfully at your question, "Making coffee is my job. Even though I love it, I definitely don't want to think of it once I'm out of there."

"I get that." 

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you. It's hard not to stare at her through your peripheral. All you wanted to do was stare at her. You feel her legs pressed against yours, her legs spread a little more than yours. You take in a deep breath so you don't freak out at the contact. 

God, is this middle school? 

You shift your eyes slowly over to her figure, just wanting to take a tiny little peek. She was too pretty not to look at. It wasn't weird to look casually, right? When your eyes connect with hers, though, you rip them away while you blink rapidly. 

Shit, she was already looking? 

A pounding feeling against your chest makes it nearly impossible to focus on the now-playing movie. A spaceship rips through outer space as the main actor barks orders at his crew on the ship. Techno music plays in the background. You had no clue what was happening as a little vermin-looking creature started speaking in a made up language. 

Was she still looking? Surely she had to be focusing on the movie she chose. She looked so excited to start it. She definitely wasn't staring at you anymore.

You slowly move your eyes across the room and slightly turn your head to look at her. Your eyes connect with her green eyes once more but instead of looking away, you keep them there. You can feel your face flush under the intense gaze she has you under.

Ellie's eyes widen once she realizes you weren't going to look away. Another flash from the TV illuminates her features. You could tell that she was blushing. Neither of you looked away even as the tension built.

She was so cute.

"I can't," She starts, voice barely more than a whisper, "I can't focus on this."

You smile at her, "I definitely have no clue what is going on," Ellie smiles at your honesty, "Turn it off. We can just talk."

Ellie seems to like your suggestion as she reaches her hand out and presses the off button on the remote. She fully turns toward you. Your knees knock against each other with how close the proximity is.

Ellie rubs her hands together while a breathy laugh escapes her lips, "I guess I'll ask the question that's been burning me the most."

A laugh bubbled out of your throat, "What is this 21 questions?" Ellie joins your laughter at the realization of what she's doing, "Go ahead, I guess. I might have an answer for you."

"What's your major? And... why did you decide to come into my coffee shop that day?"

"Woah, these are... really hard-hitting questions." You sarcastically reply. Ellie pushes your shoulder lightly with a chuckle. She mutters, Shut up' before looking back at you with expectant eyes. There was a glint in her eyes.

You loved the way she looked at you.

"I'm a literature major, boring I know, and the reason I went in is that my friend dragged me there," Ellie acts fake offended at your response, "I actually hate coffee."

Ellie gawks at the last part, "You what?"

You throw up your hands in surrender, "Don't hate me. It is just so nasty to me."

"I feel as if you have just shot me. You always order something," Ellie's hand goes over her heart in a dramatic manner, "But if I'm being honest, I don't really like it either."

You shoot up from your position. Ellie may have been faking shock but this was true for you, "What do you mean? You own the coffee shop!"

Ellie copies your surrender motion, "I know. I know. The only reason I opened the shop, well became a barista in the first place, is because my dad really loves coffee," You can feel your heart melt at the kind words, "Gave us something to bond over."

"That's really cute, Ellie." You look at her with eyes gushing with love. You hoped she couldn't tell how infatuated you were becoming with her.

"I know, I'm adorable," She leans in closer as if she's about to reveal a huge secret to you, "You do realize we have other drinks than coffee, right?"

She laughs at the way your face pales and how your eyes widen, "Oh my god!"

Her laugh was perfect.

It was becoming impossible to ignore your feelings for much longer. Each moment was another reason to fall for her. She was extremely sentimental and super observant, remembering the tiny details. Ellie was the first to notice if you parted your hair a different way or did a new thing with your makeup. It made your heart soar with happiness when she remembered another tiny detail from you.

Throughout the rest of the night, you guys talked about random things on that stupid couch situated against the wall. You talked about her love of space and how she wishes she could see the stars up close at least once. You talked about your worries and fears, things you wanted to do when you grew up, and the things that make you happiest.

You got closer to her with each passing second, knocking knees turned into your legs thrown over hers. That turned into you scooting closer (almost sitting on her lap) and your head leaning against her shoulder.

You weren't sure when you fell asleep. All you knew was it was the most comfortable you felt in a while.

--

Burning light was what woke you up. It definitely wasn't how you wanted to wake up, much preferring the smell of food cooking. Damn those stupid curtains for being pulled back. You furrow your eyebrows at the blinding light, not yet used to the morning sun. Your hand shoots out to feel around where you were. Still on the couch but no Ellie. You blink the bleariness away from your eyes while wondering where Ellie went.

There's slight muttering coming from the kitchen, it's hushed but urgent. There she is but you can't make out what or who she is talking to. You sit up from your laying position, back aching from sleeping on the tiny couch. Your ears strain to hear the conversation.

"Wasn't really expecting... come home... random girl!" That definitely wasn't Ellie's voice. It was too high-pitched and sweet.

"...Quiet... still sleeping... been broken up... had no right." There was the voice you came to know. 

Curiosity filled your mind at the quiet talking in the kitchen. She never mentioned a roommate while talking to you last night. You fully push yourself off of the couch and creep your way to the area they were in. Ellie's back was turned from you so you got a glimpse of who she was talking to.

It was a shorter girl with black hair with an angry expression painted on her features. Her eyes landed on you and she scoffed. 

Oh shit. She was furious.

"Great," Her voice cut the tense silence, "Now she's walking around as if this is her house."

Ellie whipped around with a look that made your heart stutter. It looked as if she had been caught doing something wrong.

She gave you an apologetic look, "Cat, can you for once..." She cut herself off, reaching out to you, "Hey, listen-"

You decided to cut her off this time while stepping back, "You never told me you had a girlfriend. This changes a lot, Ellie." 

Cat scoffs again at your words. Her arms cross over her chest as she mutters, 'Good god, Ellie.' Ellie gives her a pointed look before turning back to you.

"I can fully explain this." Ellie's words are punctuated by the movement of her hands. They were shaking slightly. 

'She's just stunned that she was caught,' an evil voice in your head bounced around.

You shake your head, "No need to." You turn on your heels ready to get the hell out of the tense situation. Ellie calls your name but once you are out the front door she doesn't make any moves to run after you.

"Great," You roll your eyes trying to ignore the feeling of your heart shattering, "This is fucking great."

You couldn't wait to talk to Dina.

tags: @ellieismami, @minillie, @dankpunks, @elliesgff, @muthafuckingstargirl, @deafelliewilliams, @pinkazelma, @fairybr3ad, @me-and-your-husband, @intrnetdoll, @kyleeservopoulos

#ellie williams scenario #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff

[metallicaislife]

Tag Team

A/N: eek I hope this turned out okay, I haven't written a smut like this before. 🙈

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut, minors dni

Word Count: 703

Warnings: Unprotected sex, threesome m x f x m pairing, oral ( m and f recieving)

If you told me I was going to end my night sandwiched between my best friends, I’d have called you a goddamn liar. 

I met Kirk my senior year of high school when I moved into the area. We bonded over music and horror, becoming inseparable. No matter what he did I always supported him. 

I had seen Cliff perform before, but we met after Kirk joined Metallica. We shared a love for pot and got stoned together, often. Discussing the mysteries of the universe, or laughing over absolutely nothing. 

I won’t lie, both are extremely attractive men, and I flirt shamelessly sometimes. Not that anything would ever come of it. I have accepted my fate as ‘one of the guys’. I don’t think either of them had ever seen me as anything other than their best friend. 

“We want to have a threesome with you.” Kirk said, not a hint of a joke in his voice. I looked between him and Cliff who stared at me expectantly. 

“You’re absolutely fucking with me.” I said as my brows furrowed. 

“No, we both think you’re hot, you flirt with us quite obviously, we didn’t want to take turns so we figured we do you at the same time.” Cliff said as if he wasn’t offering me something I’d only dreamed about.  

“Fuck off.” I waved them off and started to walk away. I think what made me angry was I never thought they’d make a joke like this. That hurt. 

My thoughts were interrupted as a strong hand landed on my shoulder turning me around. Cliff kissed me hard. A noise caught in my throat. He didn’t let up and I eventually melted into the kiss opening my mouth as he slipped his tongue in. Behind me I felt as Kirk moved my hair to the side so he could kiss my neck as Cliff kissed me. 

“Believe us now, pretty girl?” Kirk whispered in my ear before nibbling on my lobe. Cliff pulled away and I turned my head over my shoulder, locking eyes with Kirk, I nodded and he kissed me. Clothes flew and I found myself on my hands and knees in Kirk’s bed. Cliff behind, eating me out while Kirk stroked his cock. 

“Mmm she tastes like heaven.” Cliff said, his voice unlike any other time I’ve heard it. He went back to eating me until I came. 

As I recovered from my orgasm the two locked eyes and I swear they spoke telepathically. Just as I got my bearings back, Cliff entered me, finding a steady rhythm. 

“Open your mouth.” Kirk said and I complied. “A little wider, baby.” He said and I opened wide. He brought his cock to my mouth and I darted my tongue out giving it a little kitten lick. Kirk hissed and held my jaw softly. He slowly thrust his cock into my mouth and I hollowed out my cheeks. Tears entered my eyes and I did my best to suppress a gag. 

“Look at her. Taking us so well.” Cliff groaned. 

“She’s perfect. Such a good girl. Gets to feel s’good while we fill her pretty little holes.” Kirk praised. I moaned and he threw his head back at the vibrations against his cock. 

Cliff gripped my hip with one hand as his other snaked around to rub my clit. 

I came hard with tears streaming down my cheeks. I’ve never felt this good before. My arms wiggled a little as I struggled to hold myself up. Cliff came soon after filling me up. Kirk pulled out of my mouth, Cliff brought me up against him. Kirk stroked his cock two times then came covering my breasts in his seed. 

Cliff pet my hair, moving the pieces sticking to my forehead with sweat out of the way. “Our perfect pretty girl.” He cooed. 

With shaky legs they helped me to the bathroom and took turns washing me in the bath, and taking showers. Kirk gave me a shirt and  found myself content as I laid snuggled between them in Kirk’s bed. My final thought before I drifted into sleep was that I couldn’t wait to let them make me feel so good again.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

#metallica x reader #metallica #metallica imagines #metallica scenarios #cliff burton #cliff burton x reader #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett #metallica smut

[becca-e-barnes]

Don't tell anyone but I love the thought of pornstar Bucky's girl asking to do livestreams with him. The thought of him taking the chat's lead?? Or reading the filthy things they're saying?? 🤤

"They're making fun of you, sweetheart." Bucky teases between chaste kisses placed to the soft inside of your spread thighs.

'Is she wet already?' The most recent message in the chat makes you squirm in your seat. Not that you're getting very far. Bucky is quite well known for his skills with a rope but he's left you just enough wiggle room that you can still grind your cunt desperately against the chair beneath you. It's not much relief but it's something.

"Of course she's wet already. Aren't you, baby? It doesn't take our girl long to get herself all worked up when she knows she's being watched." Bucky smirks up at you, his fingers trailing over the slick lace of your panties, gathering just enough of your arousal on his fingertips to show the camera.

'Our girl' doesn't sit right with you but you know it's all for show. You're his girl. Only his. Those people watching on the stream, whoever they are, mean nothing to you. You know he'll remind you of that later too. Reminding you that you're 'his girl', holding your chin so he can look into your eyes while he slides every inch of his length home over and over.

You whimper at the flood of messages into the chat as your viewers respond to the crystal clear evidence of your arousal on your partner's fingers.

'Fuck, she's making a mess.' 'Always such a good girl.' 'What I'd give to be able to taste her.'

The comments run up the screen so quickly you don't have time to read them all.

'She's so desperate, what a good little slut.' 'You've hardly even touched her and I'm already hard.'

"You're right, I haven't really touched her much, have I?" Bucky asks while reaching over for the wand vibrator he'd picked out for this stream. He clicks it on and the toy buzzes to life.

He seems satisfied with the lowest setting for now. Not that you are. That setting is almost always just for warm-up and that's not what you need in that moment.

"Please." You whine, tugging against the restraints, only feeling satisfied when your partner presses the soft, silicone tip to your clit, over your panties.

Everything feels heightened despite the low setting. You've been so turned on for so long that anything at all is welcome.

'Such a pretty little thing.' 'She sounds so hot when she whines like that.'

You hadn't even noticed yourself whining, much less the way you tried to grind yourself pathetically on the toy, trying to feel more than the featherlight touch Bucky was offering you.

You felt Bucky flicking the toy up a speed, startled by the groan that left your own throat. It sounded desperate. It was filthy and unrestrained and totally shameless.

"You like that?" Bucky's voice was all that could tear you out of your own head. He rolled the head of the toy in vertical motions, laughing quietly to himself when the sensation made you gasp.

'She's so loud tonight.'

The commenter wasn't wrong. You knew you were louder than usual, a testament to just how much you found yourself enjoying this.

"Sit still, sweetheart." You hadn't really registered what was happening until after it was done, although you'd agreed it beforehand anyway. Bucky carefully tugged the side of your underwear away from your skin, cutting the lace and then mirrored his actions on the other side. With the pretty blue lace in tatters, your sex was fully on display.

Bucky pulled the fabric free from underneath you, balling it up in his hand before pressing it to your lips.

"Good girl. Take it." You hadn't expected this. Automatically, brattiness takes over, your defiant natures tells you not to do as you're told. You hold out for a second, up until the toy clicks up one more speed and when you gasp in surprise, the panties are pushed past your lips, resting heavily on your tongue and you get to enjoy the taste of your own arousal.

#becca's thots #becca writes spice #ps!bucky #bucky barnes smut #Bucky Barnes x reader smut #I have to watch 8 hours of class before tomorrow #thank god I have the option to play the videos at 1.5x speed #I'm desperate for an interesting module #just one #last week I was writing my equality law essay #this week it's mediation #pls let me go back to contracts or something #I have class from 9-5 Monday to Friday this week #with work meetings to fit in around that. and a conference. and some finalising for a week of events that I've planned. #and if anyone ever tries to tell me that postgrad courses are accessible to part time students ever again #I'm showing them this module #BECAUSE AS A PART TIME STUDENT #THIS DOESN'T FEEL VERY PART TIME #I just need somewhere to complain about this so it's going in my tags and then I'll shut tf up about it #I had the most interesting conversation this week #where someone said 'my parents love that you know exactly what you want' #and if that's the impression I give I have terribly misled people #I know what I want to do with my life but this masters won't get me any closer to that career #and spite is lowkey all that's motivating me to finish it

[beanibon]

Big fan of the eriks/bakery reader and wondered if you could write like a part 2 of it where eriks and reader actually have sex it was so good ty!! absolutely great work

Absolutely! Again, I love eriks x reader short fics and will 100% indulge in them

TW: softdom!eriks, creampie, alien genitalia, sex with food, cockwarming, a sprinkle of angst, probably my most vanilla smutfic

~ Prequel ~ Part 1 ~

Eriks x Baker!Reader Part 2

Eriks watched you from his seat, finding it hard to divide his attention between Lina and eye fucking you. After he had you quivering around his face, struggling to talk calmly to your remaining customers, he couldn't stop craving more.

You plagued his thoughts, every night he'd dream of you wrapped around his cock, screaming his name. It drove him wild, like an animal in heat.

"Mr Eriks, you haven't ordered your usual." Eriks blinked, realisation that he was face to face with your breasts. He jumped back, sitting upright as he hid his blushing face.

"I'm sorry, just thought you had it downpacted by now." He covered up the throb in his pants by laughing obnoxiously, only to quieten at your stern look.

"Mr Eriks, you have ten different usuals at best, I can't guess which one you crave by the way you stare at me." Lina snorted, concealing her laughter as Eriks's face turned bright red.

Lowering his head in embarrassment, he mumbled out his order. You nodded, mockingly patting his head as you walked away. Just that small action had him wanting to throw your body over the counter, fucking you covered in sweets and whipped cream. Instead his head hit the small bakery table, inwardly groaning at his inner turmoil. He couldn't stand another second without you, he wanted to rub himself against you, tickling your beautifully soft, plush skin with his peach fuzz, the smell of your arousal like an intoxicating drug as he ploughed into your sex.

Eriks wasn't listening to Lina anymore, distracted by the way you laughed along with a familiar older couple, he remembered you mentioning they were your favourite regulars. Though try as he might, Eriks couldn't stop staring at your ass, more filth filled thoughts swarming his mind.

Eventually it became unbearable, he couldn't take how you actively ignored him yet swayed your hips just that tiny bit more, or bent down to pick up some 'clumsily' knocked over paper cups. Every action was filled with purpose, knowing that Eriks gaze burned into you, knowing that he was struggling to stay composed. So when he abruptly rose from his seat, a blushing, flustered mess, you smiled. . . Innocently.

And that's what made him snap.

Apologising profusely to the couple you were talking to, that he so rudely interrupted, Eriks rested his prickly chin on your shoulder. That pleading, longing sideways glance he gave you had you giggling, patting his hair.

"I'll close up early, wanna wait upstairs for me?" He nodded, pretending not to notice the way Lina's glare drilled holes along his spine.

You gave Eriks a quick kiss to cheek, returning to your conversation, now bubbling with praised coos at your display of affection. While slinking off behind the counter, Lina stormed towards him, if looks could kill he'd be burning in hell.

"When were you gonna tell me you and Y/N were a thing?" She demanded, hands slamming down on the counter.

"We're not really a thing Lina, I just help them on some occasions ya know." If only Eriks was a better liar, maybe he could've spared himself from his friend's fury.

"You're so full of shit, Eriks! Not a thing? Then why did they kiss you? Don't lie to me, or I'm taking away donut day!" Eriks couldn't help the whine, pouting as faux tears streamed down his face.

"Perhaps, just maaaaybe we are a thing." His voice was so quiet that Lina had to force him to repeat himself a few more times before she could understand.

"Was it really that hard to tell me? Just be back by morning, now shoo." Eriks couldn't contain his excitement, nodding so rapidly that his head looked as if it would fly off.

Lina just shook her head, yet she couldn't help the smile on her face. It had taken the dork weeks, hell months even, for him to gain enough courage to speak to you. Now he was able to openly display affection towards you, eagerly waving a hello the moment you're in sight.

He was like some lost puppy, sulking until he's presented with a treat. Now he's run off again, chasing that very person who'd treat him like he was their own personal ray of sunshine.

Your moans were as addictive as a sirens song, spilling from your bruised, drool coated lips. How his name rolled off your tongue, eliciting tingling sensations down to the pit of his gut.

Eriks released your swollen tit with a lewd, loud 'pop' of his lips, face messy with whipped cream and chocolate sauce. Those beautiful eyes sparkled with clouded lust, staring at you with an adoring gaze.

"Taste...so good," he mumbled, a dopey smile on his face.

"That's because you insisted on covering me in whipped cream, chocolate and cherries." You chuckled, fingers tangled in those luscious blonde locks.

"Taste good without all that." His tongue lazily circled your perked nipple, the taste of chocolate seemed to infuse into your breasts.

Your lips parted, a soft gasp echoed through the quiet room. Finger nails dug into the scarred flesh of Eriks shoulders, back arched against him as he slowly rolled his hips, finally moving the cock buried deep within your warm folds.

Lapping up the last of the dessert that turned your body sticky with sugar, Eriks used his arm to hoist his body up. Starting of gentle and slow, his hips begun to thrust into you, stretching you around his cock. As if on cue your walls convulsed, clenching Eriks as he grunted.

"Mayfly, you gotten loosen up, you got me in a choke hold here." He whined, lips pressing themselves between your slightly bouncing tits.

You whined, the two of you weren't foreign to penetrative sex with each other, but everytime was still a struggle to adjust. Eriks genitals weren't normal and you were quick to discover that Eriks himself wasn't normal either, in more ways than one. So when it came to sex he was patient, allowing you all the time you need to relax against his foreign cock.

Finally releasing your death grip, Eriks sighed in relief, placing a ticklish kiss against your lips. Whispers of praise filled your ears, all of them melting that hard, mean exterior that you'd always put on around the blonde when on the clock. But in private? You'd turn into an absolute angel, one that captivated the heart of certain disguised gunman.

"Eriks," Those soft, bandaged hands brought him back from his trance, thumbs caressing his rough face. "I can't cock warm you all night."

Humming against those beautiful hands, the same hands he'd watch knead dough, or throw handfuls of flour at him. A few kisses placed against their palms, Eriks smiled down at you, eyes shining with something he could only describe as love.

With his arm now wrapped tightly around your hardy yet small frame, Eriks began thrusting once again, only this time more harder. He watched as you tilted your head back, mouth wide as sweet, sugery moans poured out. Those sounds were pure ecstasy, encouraging him to move at a faster pace.

Soft praises were murmured into your ear, with kisses pressed against your neck, teeth nibbling at your throat. Your clit throbbed as Eriks pelvis rubbed against it, feathers tickling against the nerve bud and your spread thighs.

That ball formed in the pit of your stomach began to ache, on the edge of bursting until movement pulled you from your sweet release. Eriks repositioned himself, turning you onto your side with a leg dangled over his shoulder. The new position allowed him to fuck you deeper, hitting that spot that had you arched until your joints ached.

Eriks chuckled, revelling in the sight of you quivering beneath him. You always looked so ethereal whatever the position be, voice singing his name like honey.

Only it wasn't his actual name.

"Vash."

Clouded eyes looked to him, confusion etching its way onto your blissed out features. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

"Please, call me Vash."

It felt so taboo, saying his actual name, but he wanted to hear it. He wanted to hear you say it.

Your calls of the name Eriks soon faded, willingly moaning his true name. You didn't question him, demand to know why the most wanted man had openly lied to you about his identity for one and half years. You simple complied.

That itself brought tears to Vash's eyes, hiding his face against the leg bent into the shoulder missing its arm. Tears began to soak your flesh, sniffles filling you with alarm as you hoisted your body up, leg dropping to wrap around his waist.

"Vash? What's wrong, why are you crying?" For the second time that night your hands held his face, forcing him with gentle yet firm force to look you in the eye. Those soft blue eyes were filled with tears, and for the first time since meeting the mysterious man that showed up out of nowhere, you saw just how tired Vash truly was.

Offering a smile, you placed several kisses upon his face, leaning against his forehead as he wept. The pace of his hips colliding with yours never stopped, slowing down slightly as you caressed his features with love and care. Each touch graced his scars, lips kissing every one that you could reach. Perhaps you were a little harsh to Vash every other day, but here and now you treated him as if he were a cracked, fragile vase.

"You're perfect Vash, I love you so much." You whispered, looking into those tired eyes once again.

Vash shook his head, sobbing. "You shouldn't, if I stick around too long you'll get hurt. People I care for, they'll always get hurt."

"It's a good thing you're stuck with me then, no matter what I'll always be here, to love you, to kiss your scars and to bake you the best donuts in town." A quiet laughter filled the room, Vash's pace faltering. "I'm yours as you are mine, Vash the Stampede."

Vash bit his lip, holding back a fresh wave of tears. With one final buck into your hips, both of you came, lips pressed together in a passionate kiss.

As new tears filled his eyes, Vash nuzzled into your neck, soft cries echoing off your thin walls. You allowed him to cry, leaning back so he was laying on top of you. You both stayed like that for about an hour, listening the Vash's cries as you quietly soothed his shuddering shoulders by whispering lovefilled words in his ear. He appreciated every word spoken, every comforting circle rubbed between his shoulder blades, you were too perfect for sinner like him and yet you chose to stay, even after finding out who he actually was.

"I mean it Vash, I'll always be here to love you and make sure you know that you are loved." His grip tightened around your waist, as if scared you'd vanish after saying those words.

Vash didn't speak much, mumbling out shaky 'thank yous' or 'I'm sorry'. Yet you didn't mind, laying there with the man you loved tangled in your arms, it was all so perfect. And as Vash's tears stopped, sobs turned into sleepy whimpers, you knew he'd cried himself to sleep.

You cradled him in your arms, tugging a blanket over your naked bodies as you gave him a final kiss on the crown of his head. Mumbling a final "I love you" you soon followed as you drifted into sweet embrace of your lover and sleep.

AAAAAH I finally completed it! This was so fun to write and of cause had to sprinkle a small pinch of angst, hope you all enjoyed!

#trigun stampede #trigun #trigun smut #vash #vash the stampede #vash x reader #vash x you #vash the stampede x reader #eriks x reader #eriks vash x reader #trigun x reader #trigun 98 #trigun 1998 #vash smut #98 vash #98 vash x reader

[sissylittlefeather]

4F, a little bit of both 🤭

Hi friend!! I finally finished this 😅. Anyway, I had fun with this one. I hope you love it!

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, kissing, cussing, spanking, oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Prompt: "Do it again, a little harder this time." with '74-'77 Big Daddy Elvis

You love the sound of rain as it hits the windows while you lay in the big bed at Graceland. Elvis is out for the moment while you enjoy the gloomy weather and calming noise of raindrops pattering against the glass. You haven't been yourself recently and it feels good to just lay in bed and be sad. Before too long, the tears are streaming down your cheeks, matching the rain as it falls.

You're in this state when Elvis walks in. He hears you before he sees you, so he comes to the side of the bed and sits down beside you carefully.

"What's got you cryin', Little?" You wipe your face and try to sit up.

"Oh, nothing, honey, don't worry about me."

"I'll worry 'bout you if I damn well please. Now who do I need to hurt for makin' my pretty girl cry?" You love when he gets protective like this.

"Me, I guess. I don't know. I'm just making myself sad." He smiles gently and brushes your hair out of your face. Then, his smile changes a bit and you can see the playfulness in his eyes.

"Well, in that case, get on over here so I can punish you." He grabs you teasingly and you laugh for the first time in days as he bends you over his knee.

"Elvis!" He spanks you a few times lightly.

"Now, you just quit it, y'hear?" Something about this position and the way he hits you is working. You're certainly not thinking about being sad anymore.

"Do it again, harder this time." You say seductively. The tone of the whole room changes and you both stop laughing.

"Oh, yeah?" He lifts up your nightgown and pulls your panties down so that your bare ass is exposed. "You want me to spank you harder?" He rubs on you for a second and then backs his hand up and hits you harder. The sound rings out across the room and you feel yourself get wetter between your legs.

"Again. Harder." He's never spanked you before, but the effect is something you truly enjoy. This time, before he backs his hand up, he rolls his rings around so that the glittering tops are on the inside of his hand. He hits you with more force this time and you catch your bottom lip between your teeth.

When his hand makes contact with your ass, you feel the cold hardness of his rings and your pussy clenches around nothing. The sight of his ring prints on your bare ass makes his cock twitch and you feel it underneath your stomach. He spanks you one last time before neither of you can stand it anymore and he rolls you over on his lap and plants a deep, wet kiss on your mouth, dipping his tongue into your mouth hungrily.

Without breaking the kiss, you move to straddling his lap, feeling his dick between your legs hardening every second. He runs his hands up your nightgown to discover you aren't wearing a bra. He lightly pinches your nipples between his thumb and forefingers before squeezing your breasts with both hands. Then, he pulls your nightgown up over your head and tosses it to the side. He works himself out of his jacket and shirt and holds you close to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and press yourself up against his soft warmth.

Finally, you break the kiss and stand, sliding your panties down your legs. He lays back on the bed, taking his pants off and kicking his shoes across the room. You go to settle yourself onto his hips, but he shakes his head and gestures for you to come up higher.

"C'mere, honey." He pulls you up until you settle with your knees up around his shoulders. Then, he wraps his large hands around your hips and pulls your pussy down to his face. He holds you still while he licks over and around your clit, stopping every once in a while to push his tongue into your slit. You grab on to the headboard to steady yourself as the pleasure washes over you.

"Oh, fuck, Elvis." He keeps up a steady pace with his tongue, alternating between flattening it and moving his head side to side and tightening it and licking you hard. Your legs start to shake as you feel your climax building between your hips.

"Come for me, baby." He whispers into your pussy as you moan. Your orgasm crashes into like a freight train, rushing through your veins to your wet center and exploding out to your fingertips. He eagerly continues to lick you and clean you up as you come hard on his face. When you can't take it anymore, you move back to his hips and lay on his chest, breathing heavily. Finally, you look up at your desire glistening on his chin and he wipes his face with his hand, rings still in place, before pulling you in for a kiss.

You're overwhelmed with a need to bring him to his release, so you pull up onto your knees and sink down onto his cock until it fills you entirely. He groans and throws his head back, mouth opening partially. You smile at the sight. He's so beautiful like this, coming undone for you as you move up and down on him. You begin to roll your hips against him, pushing him deeper and deeper. The feeling of him inside you is something you'll never get enough of, as you press your hands into his chest and slide his cock in and out of you. He pulls you down onto his chest and holds you tightly as he begins to fuck you with all his strength, thrusting his hips until they meet yours with an unbridled power. You can tell he's approaching the inevitable end by the way he slams into you. He grabs the back of your hair and kisses you aggressively.

"Oh, fuck, baby, yes." He groans as he shudders and pumps into you. You feel his warmth inside you as he comes hard into you. You tighten your pussy around him and he moans again. After a few seconds, he slides out of you and holds you pressed against him. You look up and push his sweaty hair off of his forehead and kiss his cheek gently.

"Are you still sad, honey?" He asks, looking into your eyes with genuine concern.

"Not at all. How could I be sad after that?" You let out a contented sigh and snuggle into his shoulder. Together, you listen as the rain continues to pitter-patter on the window outside of your bedroom.

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Love you and hope this was everything you dreamed it would be! 💋❤️

#elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley x reader #elvis smut #elvis x reader #elvis fanfic #elvis presley x y/n #elvis x y/n #elvis x you #elvis presley smut #elvis presley fic #elvis presley x you #elvis fic #elvis fanfiction

[sinfulslytherin]

Show me.

First time?

Summary: Your best friend drags you to a Slytherin party for the first time in your life. You are usually not that outgoing and haven't had any experiences with partoes,alcohol or boys yet. But you meet Draco Malfoy at the part...

Amelia and I both make our way to the common room, which is already filled up with all the Slytherins.

Loud music streams through my body and the smell of liquor hits my nose.

"Do you want a drink?" Amelia asks.

"Sure, as long as they have something sweet." I answer.

She smiles as she takes my hand and leads me to a huge table with many drinking options. Amelia starts to mix me a red-ish drink.

"Here- is that sweet enough?" Seh asks as she hands me the drink.

I take a sip and my eyes widen at the good taste. You barely taste the alcohol.

I eagerly nod at her as I take another sip.

Amelia and I stay at the table for a bit as we drink 2-3 drinks and talk a bit and laugh at the jokes we make.

"Do you wanna dance?" She suddenly asks.

"No, I'm not drunk enough for that." I joke "-But you should go, I'll stay here." I smile at her.

I know thaz she wants to look for Blaise  in the crowd.

"I'll be back."

She gives me one more smile before she takes her drink and leaves.

I look around as I realize that I am actually alone. I try to ignore the insecure feeling creeping up on me as I keep on drinking.

The last drop of liquor hits my tpunge as I realize that my drink is empty.

I mentally curse at myself.

"Shit..what did she mix me.." I talk to myself as I look at the huge option of sodas and liquors standing on the table.

"Need some help?" Suddenly someone asks.

My head turns to the left as I see Draco Malfoy standing next to me.

"N-no...thanks" I ditch him as my gaze falls back to the table.

I grab a bottle in order to look at it.It's hard to read anything that's written on it due to the dim light and my tipsy state. I shrug with my shoulders as I'm about to fill it in my cup.

Suddenly a hand snatches the bottle away.

"Hey,hey,hey-That's Stroh-This stuff has 80%-Are you trying to get an alcohol poisoning?" Draco says in a stern voice as he places the bottle as far as he can away from me.

I look at him confused.

"I had no idea what that is.."  I admit as I look at him.

"Is this your first time drinking?" He asks while raising one eyebrow.

"It's my first time at a party." I admit as I turn back to the table and look for another drinking option.

I hear a sigh next to me as I suddenly feel Dracos shoulder brush against mine.

I look next to me only to find him grabbing a few bottles and snatching my cup from my hand.

"Do you prefer sweet drinks or-" He tries to ask but I interrupt him.

"Sweet!" I eagerly say.

He lightly chuckles as he starts to mix something. I watch him as I wait for my drink.

His drink looks different it has a dark blue-ish color. He hands me my cup.

"Try that." He says.

I take a sip from the drink.

My eyes widen. This drink is stronger but tastes even better tham Amelias drink.

"Don't take drinks from strangers, though." He suddenly says.

I look up at him and chuckle.

"Aren't you a stranger to me?"

He looks at me, smirks and extends his hand.

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

I grab his hand in order to shake it.

"Xenia. Xenia Brown." I answer.

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So this is my new story!-I hope yall are going to like it <3

(Yes, I'll still continue 'Guillotine' :3)

You can read the whole chapter down below~

I am grateful for any kind of feedback!

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[invisiblefoxfire]

Listen up, fellow queers and token straights, we're not gonna whine about the lack of new media during the strike and we're not gonna waiver in our support of the strikers.

In the meantime, we are going to recommend to each other more already-existing media than any of us could ever watch given several lifetimes to do it in.

I'll go first. Here are just a few of the creators I care about and want you to support.

FREE TO WATCH:

Filmjoy: This YouTube channel (Movies with Mikey, Deep Dive, etc.) makes incredibly well-produced video essays on film and occasionally TV and games. The channel's focus is on positivity and finding things to love about everything. And YouTube doesn't promote that sort of thing anymore, so the channel's creators (one of whom has multiple sclerosis) are running out of money and close to losing their house. Binge these genuinely incredible video essays with adblock turned off or, better yet, sign up to their Patreon and binge them with adblock on. Seriously, I love this channel so much, and if they don't get a boost in income soon, they're going to have to stop making videos. And I want more videos. Seriously, even watch the videos about things you haven't seen. They've persuaded me to watch loads of stuff I never would have watched otherwise and they're very good about not spoiling things (and giving spoiler warnings when needed).

AyeForScotland on Twitch: This is Tumblr's very own very handsome pro-Scottish-independence @ayeforscotland who has an incredible accent and plays loads of interesting games. He's going for Partner on Twitch now, which he has already earned but been denied due to an absurd technicality regarding whether viewers being linked to the channel directly from Tumblr integration. Go follow him now if he's not live, and when he goes live, go to Twitch and manually click on his name to watch the stream, since that's apparently the best way to get him the boost he needs. He sometimes has @thebibliosphere on as a guest (DOUBLE SCOTTISH ACCENTS HELL YES) and you can watch archives of many of his streams on his YouTube Channel.

Africa Everyday: This YouTube channel is run by Babatunde, a Nigerian man who shares his life and culture, makes cooking videos, and generally is a pleasure to watch and listen to. Seriously he's one of the kindest human beings I've ever spoken with. The money he earns from the channel goes towards helping his family and his community.

CHEAP AND WORTH PAYING FOR:

Dropout.tv: You simply will not find better comedy entertainment for the money. A monthly or yearly subscription is just a few dollars a month and gives you access to countless hours of top-quality entertainment from a company that started their own streaming service rather than cater to YouTube's algorithm. This is the place that started as College Humor, but if you haven't seen them in a while, you really need to check it back out. They're incredibly inclusive in their casting and theming and the production values are insane. I recommend starting with Game Changer, a show which has made me laugh so hard I choked and almost threw up. They also have Dimension 20 (or D20), the highest-quality DnD series out there, with custom-made sets and minis, usually with a focus on sheer comedy rather than drama (most of the cast members are comedy writers or comedians) - but it WILL and I mean WILL make you cry now and then. The currently in-progress season of D20 is called Dungeons and Drag Queens and the players are four literal actual fucking drag queens including Bob the Drag Queen and friends? You need to be watching this. If you have any doubts about whether Dropout is worth it or don't have any money, you can watch many full episodes for free on the CollegeHumor YouTube channel, although they have to censor the swears on there.

Nebula: Remember Lindsay Ellis? She left YouTube because of [too many reasons to list] but it turns out she's still active, she's just on Nebula now. Nebula is the co-op of streaming sites. Users sign up for a low monthly fee and the income is distributed among the creators, weighted according to how many views they get. The videos are uncensored and ad-free and contain lots of stuff that later needs to be edited out of YouTube videos to avoid copyright strikes. They've got FilmJoy on there (remember them from the start of this list?), Philosophy Tube (@theabigailthorn), Jacob Geller, Extra Credits, and loads and loads of other stuff on all different sorts of topics. Many of these channels also have YouTube channels that contain most of their content if you can't afford a Nebula subscription, but Nebula supports them more and gives them more creative freedom.

I'm gonna stop here for now but I'll add more in reblogs as the strike continues.

I hereby invite all of you to ruin my notifications until the strike is over. Reblog this, add your recommendations (especially ones that most people might not know about), and pass it on. There will not be a single complaint about lack of things to watch while the strike is ongoing.

(Why yes I am looking for more things to watch too. I've already seen all of the above. Bring it on.)

(And if you have a few dollars to spare, support the strikers directly at the Entertainment Community Fund.)

#wga strike #wga strike 2023 #stand with the wga #do the write thing #sag aftra strike

[kolyasupremanxy]

I just finished binging bsd and have been religiously reading your stories and I saw that you have request’s open (I only screamed a little bit) and was wondering if i could request a scenario slight trigger warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

⚠️ where Dazai finally meets someone who wants to end it all like him (he thinks she’s kidding and won’t go through with it) but her ability won’t allow her to die and he is shock when she actually goes through with all of his dying ideas (idk what to call them) and a fluffy ending if you can to level out the dark themes.

It’s kinda dark so i understand if you don’t do it but keep up the good work and thank you if you do decide to write it ❤️

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst , fluff ( ? )

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : suicide , mentions of ending life

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.8K

𝐀/𝐧: I hope you're doing well, anon.

You were standing at the edge of the building, staring down at the ground far below. You had been contemplating ending your life for as long as you could remember, and today felt like the day you would finally do it.

As you stood there, lost in thought, a voice behind you made you jump.

"Planning to jump?" Dazai said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You turned to face him, surprised that someone had found you. "How did you know?" you asked, tears streaming down your face.

Dazai shrugged. "I could just tell. I've been there before, you know."

You looked at him skeptically. "You? A member of the mafia, suicidal?"

Dazai chuckled. "Yes, me. It's not uncommon, you know."

You felt a strange sense of comfort talking to him, like you had finally found someone who understood you. You explained to him how you had tried to end your life before, but every attempt had failed. You told him about your ability, how you couldn't die no matter how hard you tried.

Dazai's eyes lit up at the mention of your ability. "Interesting. Do you want to die with me?"

You were taken aback by his suggestion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, let's die together. It'll be fun," Dazai said with a smirk.

You looked at him, considering his proposal. Part of you was intrigued by the idea, but the other part of you was terrified. "What if I can't die?"

Dazai shrugged. "Then we'll just keep trying until we figure it out."

Over the next few weeks, you and Dazai spent your time trying to die together. You tried everything from jumping off buildings to getting hit by cars, but nothing seemed to work.

As you continued to spend time with Dazai, you began to see a different side of him. He was kind and caring, and he made you laugh in a way that no one else had before. You realized that you had developed feelings for him, and you were terrified that he would leave you once he figured out your secret.

As the weeks went by, you and Dazai continued to try and die together, but as time passed, you found that your desire to die began to fade. You continued to spend time with Dazai, you began to see a different side of him. He was kind and caring, and he made you laugh in a way that no one else had before. You realized that you had developed feelings for him and found that his company was enough to make you forget about your dark thoughts.

One day, as you were sitting on the roof of a building with Dazai, you realized that you hadn't thought about suicide in weeks. You turned to him, surprised by the realization.

"Dazai, I haven't thought about dying in a while," you said, a smile spreading across your face.

Dazai smiled back at you. "I know. I've noticed that you've been happier lately."

You looked at him, realizing that he had been paying attention to you more than you thought. "Thank you, Dazai. For being here with me."

Dazai wrapped his arm around you. "Of course, I'll always be here for you."

You leaned into his embrace, feeling grateful for his support.

Over the next few months, you and Dazai continued to grow closer, and your feelings for him continued to deepen. You found yourself falling in love with him, but you were too scared to tell him.

One night, as the two of you were walking through the city, you mustered up the courage to tell him how you felt.

"Dazai, I have to tell you something," you said, taking a deep breath.

Dazai looked at you, his eyes full of curiosity. "What is it?"

"I'm in love with you," you said, the words spilling out before you could stop them.

Dazai's eyes widened in surprise, but then a smile spread across his face. "I'm in love with you too," he said, taking your hand in his.

You felt a surge of happiness wash over you, and for the first time in a long time, you felt truly alive.

The two of you spent the rest of the night walking through the city, hand in hand, talking about your hopes and dreams for the future. You realized that, even though you had spent so much time trying to die, life was worth living if you had someone to share it with.

As the sun began to rise, you and Dazai stood on a bridge, watching the first rays of sunlight hit the water. You turned to him, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

"Dazai, thank you for being with me when i was at my lowest point of my life," you said, tears streaming down your face.

Dazai took your face in his hands, wiping away your tears. "Anytime, my love. I'll always be here for you."

You leaned in and kissed him, feeling grateful for the love and support that he had given you. As you stood there, watching the sun rise with Dazai by your side, you knew that, no matter what happened, you would always have a reason to live.

Do Not Copy or Plagiarize Any of My Works. Reblogs Are Very Appreciated.

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[ohsugar-honey-iced-tea]

Mommy's proud of you

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

A/n: just some little reader fluff, I've read somewhere that people would like to read more of that, so I thought I'd give it a go :) this is my first time writing a little reader so let me know your thoughts!

Warnings: little!reader, softmommy!Wanda, age regression, lactation kink, just fluff

Summary: where mommy takes care of her little girl after a long day

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It had been a really long and exhausting day for you. Both professors and other students were giving you a hard time about several things, only adding more and more to your anxiety.

And you tried, you tried your hardest not to let them get to you. But when one student had commented on your relationship with Wanda, who is a few years older then you, you broke down.

So, at around 6.30, you came home in your shared appartment, tears streaming down your face. As you entered the livingroom, you saw Wanda on the couch with a book in her hands, waiting for you.

"Hi, my love! How was- y/n?"

You could only let out a sob and before you knew it you were in Wanda's arms. You only realised you've been crying when you heard Wanda gently shushing you.

"Shh, it's okay, love. Let it all out."

"M-mommy, I-"

That's all you could let out without sobbing again.

"Mommy's here, baby. Let mommy clean you up, okay?"

You nodded at that, reaching for Wanda's hand and holding it with both hands, terrified of leaving Wanda's side for only one second.

As Wanda was getting the bath ready for you, making sure to fill it with your favorite duckies and putting princess bubbles in it, you were sitting next to her, holding your teddy bear close to you with one hand, and sucking your thumb with the other. Wanda turned around, eyes filled with love as she started undressing you.

"You're way too little to do that yourself, mommy will do it for you."

You nodded at that, putting mr. Snuggles safely next to the bathtub, and Wanda started undressing you. Pressing little kisses on every piece of exposed skin, she took her time.

After a little while, Wanda got you all naked standing before her. She gave you one of your precious duckies as she gently guided you into the bath.

"Mommy! More duckies, please!"

Wanda smiled at that, adding even more duckies into the bath. As she started washing your hair, caressing your scalp softly, you played happily with all the duckies that filled the bath.

After Wanda finished washing your hair, she moved over to sit next to the bathtub, resting her elbows on the edge as she sat on her knees.

"Mommy look! Duckies doing kissies!"

As you said that, you made the movement with your hands as if two of the duckies were kissing.

"Look, baby! Here comes the plane duckie!"

Wanda went to grab the 'pilot dressed duck' and she made the sound of a plane, moving it as if it was moving towards you. You laughed happily at that, clapping your hands.

"Yes, yes!"

Wanda went to look at her watch. You probably haven't eaten anything since she made you breakfast this morning, so she went ti get you out of the bath.

As you realised you had to leave your beloved duckies, however, your lip started to tremble.

"Oh, baby, i know leaving the duckies is sad. But if you're a really good girl for mommy, you can have my special milkies tonight!"

That changed things for you, and you immediately went to get out of the tub, wanting your mommy's yummy treat.

After Wanda got you dressed comfortably, braiding your hair in two cute little braids and changed you into your Minnie Mouse pajamas, she had you sit at the dinner table with her, a plate of broccoli in front of you. As she moved a spoonful towards your mouth, you turned your head, frowning.

"Yucky! No broccoli!"

Wanda sighed. She knew you weren't a big fan of greens, but you needed your vitamins one way or another.

"How about this, baby. You eat all your greens for me, and we can have chocolate cake for dessert!"

You nodded quickly at that, your love of chocolate cake easily winning over your hatred for broccoli.

"That's my good girl! Mommy's so proud of you!"

And before you knew it, all your veggies were gone, and your mommy was feeding you your precious chocolate cake. Even though your little bib that said 'mommy's good girl' was covered in broccoli and chocolate stains, Wanda was so proud of you for having eaten your whole meal.

After Wanda was done cleaning up, you said on the couch, waiting patiently for your mommy to join you. As Wanda joined you on the couch, you went to sit eagerly next to her.

"Milkies please, mommy?"

Wanda smiled softly and settled you on her lap. As soon as she got one of her breasts out, you went to eagerly suck on her nipple. In your hurry, you accidentely scraped your teeth on it.

"Ah, ah! Easy, baby."

You nodded at that, already feeling a little sleepy as you sucked and nommed on her nipple, the sweet treat delicious as ever. With mr. Snuggled in your arms, Wanda's hand playing with your hair and your mommy's sweet treat being given to you, you happily close your eyes, your horrible day long forgotten.

Wanda looked at you and gave you a soft smile. She turned on the tv and mindlessly played with your hair, silently promising you that one day she'll make all the people who were the reason of your anxiety pay.

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[bonesandthebees]

I just rounded off my period so a massive L to all of you I suppose /lhj

I'm in so much pain about the Wilbur situation in general and have so many mixed feelings. Like I've only just got a chance to sit down and read his 'apology' and all of the replies from content creators and (ex)fans alike. I was so close to throwing up that I had to close the tab /gen.

I've never really watched Shubble content, nor have I had a chance to watch her full vod on the issue, so my first instinct was to be a good little media sieve and try to be open-minded before making an opinion. I won't lie, I was trying very hard to convince myself that it wasn't Wilbur and everyone was jumping to conclusions (though the more I read made that less and less likely).

I was worried for Wilbur's group (tommy, phil, charlie etc) because there was no way they could stream without being harassed by it, and worried partially for Wilbur as well because of various mental health problems that he's admitted to in the past.

Now that he's responded, though, everything's so much worse. As someone who struggled with being on the victim side of abuse for a while, I feel awful for Shelby and everything that happened to her.

Charlie, Ranboo, Tubbo etc have all responded (most very passionately so I have no doubt where they stand), so that's good for them, but tommy and phil have yet to. I can't help but wonder if Techno knew, if it had even started by then or if Wilbur didn't tell him.

I've seen people making reasonable assumptions about signs in past content that may have pointed to Wilbur's abuse, but there are some people making reaches that don't even make sense and now I can barely consume content or even remember videos that i used to be fond of without worrying that it was just Wilbur manipulating people.

Also, as far as I'm aware, none of lovejoy have replied to the situation (apart from the ex trumpeter), so ash, mark and joe are getting hate when they haven't done anything (though I may have just not seen it yet).

Some part of my brain is convinced this is all some horrible nightmare and I'll wake up able to laugh and joke about SBI content with my friends, even if I know that'll likely never happen again.

If there's one thing for certain, it's that his response was not an apology. I do believe that he thought long and hard about it (even if it was just for superficial PR reasons) and maybe ran it by people he trusted, but it was not what he should have said in response to Shelby coming forward about his abuse. All he's done is dig a bigger hole and now thousands of his (ex)supporters have to live with the consequences of his actions.

Honestly, I just feel sad. Sad that it happened, sad that Wilbur isn't who I thought he was and sad that my life will be drastically different from here on out.

Sorry that that was so heavy. I just feel really confused and there's a pit in my stomach that's churning horribly.

-🌺 <3

oh of course SOMEONE just had to finish their period right when the rest of us get it smh /lh

yeah, this is such a horrible situation overall. for me at least his response made the situation somewhat more tolerable because it felt like a closure moment. it made me realize, oh, he was really awful the entire time and this shit apology proves it. however, I'm sure in a few days the reality will hit me and I'll feel awful again. it's not fun realizing someone you admired and were a fan of for so long was a completely different kind of person than the guy he presented himself as.

I don't know where you heard that charlie responded, because as far as I'm aware he has not said anything anywhere about this situation yet.

I also don't think it's very worthwhile for people to be combing through old vods and videos for 'questionable moments' they can point at and be like "look he was abusive the whole time!" because we don't know what's going on in cc's personal lives. more than anything that should be the take away here. we don't know these people, we don't know their personal relationships, we shouldn't be trying to pinpoint every questionable moment and prove something with it because we're not in these personal relationships with wilbur. the other cc's are. basically, don't overthink what you see in old vods or old videos. it's not going to help whatsoever and it's none of our business.

I've also had the thought that this feels like a nightmare I could wake up from. I've had that thought every day since shelby's stream first happened. but unfortunately that's not the case, and we need to focus instead on supporting the victims here

I'm sorry there's not much I can say to help. just try to take care of yourself. give yourself time. it'll get a bit easier with each passing day.

#ask #hibiscus anon #wilbur situation

[kpopnstarwars]

You're Not The Only One

A/N: my apologies for the millions of time skips, this was originally two parts but i merged it

Warnings: swearing, loneliness, self harm (with a taser and with blades), so much pain im sorry, sleep depriavtion to another level, more pain, this shit is so damn painful ok be warned,

Word count: <3500

Your eyes are drooping as you shade them against the sun. Above you, a ship so battered you're surprised it's still airborne is descending, and you reach for the cup of caf beside you, gulping down the last of its cold dregs before groaning and rubbing your eyes. You work and live alone, so no one's around to look after you, to make sure that you get some sleep, to see the burns on your forearms. As a result of your damned isolation, and the fact that their are rumours about you being the best and the fastest mechanic in the galaxy, you constantly have clients, and you constantly work on no sleep.

In fact, you can't remember the last time you had a full night's sleep.

Or half a night's sleep.

Or an hour of sleep.

Actually, excluding blinking, the last time in your recent memory that you closed your eyes was when you sneezed an hour ago because of the dust that flew off your bed as you stumbled past.

Smiling tiredly, you look up as the ship lands. You're not quite sure why your eyes can't focus on the Mandalorian's helmet as he walks down the ramp, but you run a hand through your hair and tug hard at the whispy strands to wake yourself up at least a tiny bit. Appraising the man's ship, you raise your eyebrows as he approaches, dropping your gaze to give him a once over. Somewhere in your half functioning brain, you realise that he's the itimidating type of attractive, and that if he wasn't paying you, he'd be the type you'd try to woo into bed, just for the fun of it.

But right now, even the thought of a Mandalorian in your bed doesn't break through the thick, clinging fog in your head.

'I assume you're here for repairs,' you say, forcing an echo of brightness into your voice. 'Well, I didn't come for a free blowjob,' he mutters, or maybe you imagine it. 'What?' You ask, feeling awake for once in the last seventy two hours. 'Yes,' he replies shortly, in a way that tells you, no, you had not misheard him. 'I'm here for repairs. No droids.' You huff a laugh. 'You see any droids, tin can? It's just me in this miserable hangar.' He grunts. 'Good.' You squint at him. 'Need a place to stay, Mando? I could use some extra credits.' He shrugs. 'How much?' 'Oh, just fifty credits or so,' you estimate.

He'll find that it's cheaper than any of the rates he'll find in town. For some reason, you want him to stay, either because your addled brain has taken on the challenge of wooing him into your bed, or just because his presence is filling up the room in a way that makes you grateful, because it feels like you haven't had any sentient in years. The Mandalorian tilts his head in a nod, and you smile, clapping your hands together.

'Alright then. I'll start up on your ship, and you can wander around or whatever until you want to turn in for the night.' 'Thank you,' he says. 'I'll be back by nightfall.'

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Pressing the black metal to your skin, you grit your teeth against the pain and ignore the way your muscles jump and spasm as the taser's white light flashes in your eyes. With a gasp, you drop it back down next to your refilled cup of caf. It's been a while since you took the taser out, but work has been busy recently, and you need to stay awake to get this Mandalorian's ship fixed. You're not afraid of the scars any more; it's more necessary for you to keep yourself conscious and working, and besides, the caf stopped being effective two hours ago.

A new dose of adrenaline from the pain the taser caused you streams through your system, and ignoring the smoking mark on your skin and the jittering in your fingers, you stand. The Mandalorian said he'd be back by nightfall, but the moon is high in the sky now. Something tells you that he's out hunting a bounty that gave him more trouble than he expected, so you decide to get back to work on his Razor Crest. When he landed it in your hangar, it was crumbling apart with startling speed - a panel had actually crashed to the ground when he was still twenty feet up in the air. Now, one side is already fixed up and gleaming, ridded of the awful carbon scoring slashing across the silver metal, and the other side is well on its way, the wires sorted neatly and all holes soldered up and patched.

To him, you're sure he'll see it as a miracle. To you, it's just the smell of your own burnt flesh each time you taser yourself.

You need this. You need the constant grind of work, you need your hands always full of the wiring of some ship, otherwise you'll go spiralling; the loneliness will bring you to your knees, the hollow rooms of your hangar will stare at you accusingly, your empty heart will torment you until you're screaming for it to stop. The pain from the taser hardly stings compared to the ache in your chest.

You're own heartbeat feels like a chant: alone, alone, alone, alone -

You gasp as you press the taser to your arm, the inside of your skull lighting up bright white as the energy courses through you. Blood fills your mouth from where you've bitten your tongue, and you wash it down along with the bitter taste of isolation with a sip of caf. Glancing over your shoulder as you brace yourself against the table, panting, you glimpse the silhouette of the Mandalorian as he approaches.

Shit. Did he see you taser yourself? Shame rockets through you, sharp like the edge of a knife, and you dig your knuckles into your eyes. Don't be ashamed, you tell yourself. You're just doing what he's paying you to do.

But other mechanics don't do this to themselves, do they?

No, of course they don't. Ironic, that you're alone in your loneliness. No one's there to share your solitude, because then it wouldn't be solitude, would it? No one's there to witness your pain, because then you wouldn't do such things to yourself. You'd be too embarassed, too conscious of another presence, because you don't know how to act around people who care for you any more - and the reason for that is that there is simply no one who does. Your work has become your life, the broken down ships your family, and even they leave you once you fix them. No one is even present long enough to watch your steady decline, to see the dark circles grown beneath your hollow eyes, because once you fix their ship in lightning speed, they're gone again, their bags of credits the only remnant of company.

'You're... you're fast,' a voice says behind you. You turn around with a forced smile. 'That I am.' 'It's barely been a day,' he says. 'Do you know what time it is?'

This time an edge of something like concern fills his voice. You're speechless. Maybe you're imagining it, because why would a Mandalorian, a man who won't even show you his face or give you his name, be worried about you? Stars, you're just the mechanic he hired, and forget that you're unnaturally fast, forget the damned scars littering your forearms, you're just a stranger, just a person in an orange jumpsuit smeared with oil who he could have met on the street.

'No,' you mumble. 'I don't know what time it is.'

He tilts his head, and you get the impression that he's studying you, that he's looking at you like no one has for a long time. You can't help but wonder if it's because he saw the light of your taser, and for a moment you entertain the thought that he might think you were torturing some slave you had in your cellar which you made do all your work for you. But that's ridiculous. If anyone's the slave, it's your body; the slave driver is your unrelentless mind, and you're trapped in the never ending cycle of fixing ships, drinking caf and tasering yourself until eventually, you'll drop dead where you stand. You haven't tried counting the scars on your arms - the old or the new ones - but you know that many taser bolts can't be healthy. And still, you carry on.

'Hey, you wanted a place to stay, right?' He nods. 'Yeah.' 'Right this way,' you say, gesturing inside. 'Welcome to my humbe abode, Mando.' 'You - you live here alone?' Your throat closes up. 'Yup.'

Mando looks at you again, and somehow that blasted helmet seems to convey something like empathy. It's then that it occurs to you that he's all alone too, surrounded by the silver walls of his ship and the silver slabs of his armour. Maybe he knows what it's like to feel that soul crushing loneliness... Or maybe he's just happy with his solitude, like you wish you could be. Maybe he's happy to be alone with his thoughts.

'In here,' you say, pointing into your bedroom. You'd changed the sheets, and although you don't have another bed for yourself, you doubt you'll be sleeping. 'Where are you sleeping?' He asks. 'In my room,' you lie. 'Mm,' he hums, casting his gaze around. Your room isn't specifically personalised to yourself, there are no heirlooms, no keepsakes; you've been alone what feels like your whole life, but under his scrutinous gaze, the dust on the bedside table could be your dearest possession. 'I'll go, now,' you say quickly. 'I want to work a little more on your ship.' 'A little more, or the whole night?' You freeze. 'Uh - we'll - we'll see.' You turn, pausing in the doorway, looking back at him. 'Sweet dreams, Mando.'

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The sun has been up for precisely an hour when he walks out into the hangar, looking identical to the way he looked the night before. Unruffled, cool, layered in that deadly silver armour. His gaze piercing right into you, spilling secrets you keep even from yourself, pins you down as much as it did yesterday, and you fiddle with the spanner in your hands.

'I finished up with your ship.' He cocks his head. 'And you didn't sleep.' You grow angry under his scrutiny. 'Anything wrong with that?' 'No, except for the fact I bet you haven't slept in three days.' You chuck your spanner into the toolbox. 'Whatever. I'm not some lab womp rat for you to inspect and dissect with your words, Mando.'

Striding past him, you head for the shelter of your caf maker, but he catches your wrist as you pass. Pain splinters through you as his fingers press into your most recent wounds, and you gasp, slapping his hands off you, backing away as he glances sharply towards you, head cocked at the sound of your harsh inhale. No, no, no, he can't see you like this, he can't find out about the scars on your forearms, he can't -

'What's this?'

Your world shatters. In his orange tipped gloves is your taser. Everything disintigrates then, everything you've built around yourself to hide your aching fatigue, your aching loneliness, dissolving because of two small words and a tiny gadget in a masked man's fingers. You want to collapse, to fall into the dust beneath your feet and plummet until even gravity grows tired of you. You want to smack him, to hit him, to say something, but all you do is stare. Stare and stare and stare, your eyes wide with panic.

Finally, your brain catches up, and you take a step back. 'You know what that is.' You spit. 'You know what it means, too. You know what I use it for, you know how I work so bloody fast, so don't fucking ask me what it is when you know full well!' You scream. 'Or maybe you like it, huh? You like the fact that my eyes are bloodshot and I can't stand up without a cup of caf and my fingers won't stop shaking and my head spins every time I fucking move - is that it? Do you - '

'No.'

You freeze. You look down at the cuffs of your jumpsuit around your wrists, and slowly, you pull them up to your elbows. He takes your hand in his, gently turning your arm this way and that as he looks at your scars. Half expecting him to stare at them, disgusted, in the same way that you do, but he lets go of you after no longer than half a minute, slowly opening his arms. Something like hope shoots through you, and your legs buckle as you collapse into his embrace, sobs tearing through your tired husk of a body.

You're not sure you can remember the last time someone held you. The feel of a pair of arms around you is so unfamiliar that all you can do is tremble, fingers fisting in the Mandalorian's cloak as your face instinctively finds itself tucked into his neck, your head fitting perfectly under his chin. Maybe it's ridiculous how much you're trembling, maybe the dig of his armour into your ribs should be uncomfortable, but you don't care because he's letting you lean all your weight against him, he's letting you sob onto his shoulder, Maker, he's letting you cling onto him because he's the only lifeline you have left. It feels as if you've been teetering on the edge for so long, and you only realised how close you were to falling when he pulled you to safety. When he pulled you into his arms.

Mando slips his forearm beneath your knees, smoothly lifting you off the ground as he carries you back into your room, sitting down on your bed with you still in his lap.

'I knew this was your room, you know,' he says, stroking your hair as you curl up on his lap, unable to speak. 'I knew as soon as I saw you how many hours you had deprived yourself of sleep, because I used to do the same to myself. I... I would strap viroblades under my armour, so that if I relaxed for even a moment, the feel of the points against my skin would wake me up again. I thought I was the only one who... who did that to themselves.' He sighs. 'I'm not much better now, but I - I've stopped hurting myself. It's... not healthy, you know?'

It hits you then. This Mandalorian, this man who holds you in his arms has been through what you're going through, and he's living proof of someone who got through it. Your head spins, your chest heaves, and all you can focus on are his words: I thought I was the only one.

'You're not the only one,' he murmurs into your hair. 'There are millions like you out in the galaxy. There always will be. Don't forget that.' You look up at him then, tears in your eyes. 'I - I won't.' 'Good,' he says, and you get the impression he's smiling as he tucks you under the bed covers. 'Will you - will you come back?' You ask, voice small as he turns to the door. He glances over at you. 'Sure.'

You hum, finally letting your eyes close and tugging the blankets tight around you. Mando's soft chuckle is the last thing you hear, the gentle brush of fingers on your cheek the last thing you feel before you fall into the sweet bliss of sleep.

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When you wake up, there are only three things that signal he ever dropped by. The first is that the batteries have been taken out of the alarm clock by your bedside, the second is that the remains of the taser - which has been crushed under the heel of someone's boot - lie in the corner of the hangar, discreet enough for only you to notice them, and the third is a note.

It's written in black on a crinkled piece of paper, the letters scrawling yet easily legible, extending across the expanse of yellowed white like the stretching out of a bird's wings.

You're not the only one.

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You don't ever remember being so happy to see a ship. But now, as a familiar ship, glinting silver in the sunlight, touches down in your hangar, your face aches with how wide your smile stretches. The Razor Crest has been a regular appearance in the last few months, and each time it touches down, the burden you carry with you seems to disappear. Dropping the spanner in your hand, you race out into the sun as the cargo ramp lowers, not breaking your stride as you launch yourself at him, your bell like laughter ringing in harmony with his. He catches you in his arms, lifting your feet off the floor as he holds you tight to him. Squeezing your eyes shut, you relax into his grip, breathing in his scent.

'How are you?' Din asks. You smile. 'Good. Better now that you're here.'

Still looking at you, the T-shape of his visor boring into you, he reaches down and intertwines your fingers with his, lifting up your arm and pushing back your sleeve. The happiness sours on your tongue, and you look away, shame dyeing your cheeks red. Your other hand fists by your side, and you can't bear to meet his gaze as he stares down at the fresh wounds on your skin; less frequent than before, only two or three, but still, they aren't gone.

'Why did you have to look?' You whisper, your voice breaking as you pull out of his grasp. 'I want to look after you,' he answers simply. 'I want you to look after yourself.' 'Why does it matter to you, Din?' You demand. 'Why do you want that?' He pauses. 'You know why.'

You do. You heard him the first time you met - he was the first person who found out about the taser, he told you about how he kept himself awake, and somehow you still feel bitter that he had to check. Swiping tears out of your eyes, you turn away from him, waiting for him to touch your shoulder, do anything, but he just stands behind you, his presence large and expectant behind you. He's waiting for you to turn to him, because he knows you inevitably will, and for a moment, it hurts you deep inside that he knows you so intimately, knows every facet of your soul, and you spin around.

'Do you not trust me, Din?' You spit. 'Will you check my wrists every time you land your damned ship in this hangar? Because if so, get out, and don't come back.'

You stare up at him, and he towers at you, stoic and impossibly still. You feel terribly small, your words feel stupid and useless, bouncing off his beskar and lodging right back into you. The sunlight breaks through the clouds above and begins to reflect off his armour and into your eyes, and you tell yourself it's that that is making your eyes begin to water. You despise the way he's just standing there, lit by a column of golden light, as you crumble before him, the distance between you too far to cross.

'I trust you with my life,' he says softly. 'I just don't trust you with your own.'

And then he holds out his arms again, and it's like the first time. You're falling, and he's catching you, holding you tight and stroking your hair, grounding you and holding you down, keeping you from floating away in a sky of pain and sleepless nights. Whispering reassurance in your ear, he rocks you, his touch a sweet, steadying comfort.

'You're okay,' he whispers. 'It's okay, I'm proud of you, cyar'ika. I know it's hard to just stop, and you did so good, alright?' Gently, he prises you off him, holding you at arms' length and making sure you look at him. 'You know I can't destroy every single torch and whatever tools you use to solder ships,' he murmurs. 'So I want you to comm me every time you feel the urge to use them on yourself, and maybe we can keep you awake by talking together, okay?' You nod. 'O - okay.' He wipes your tears away with the back of his hand. 'I care about you a lot, sweetheart. I - I don't like to see you hurt.'

You stare up at him, his words washing over you, slowly circling in your thoughts. Sweetheart. He called you sweetheart. Your heart swells, and you curl your arms around him again, resting your head on his chest and threading your fingers through his.

'I - I care about you too, Din.'

And as he leans down, gently touching his forehead to yours, you know that under his helmet, his smile mirrors yours.

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Taeyong and Jihoon in the studio

Dom Jihoon, sub Taeyong, blowjobs, cum eating, praise; Taeyong doesn't like to be called hyung but likes to call Jihoon sunbaenim — 1.1k

Jihoon sat on Taeyong's couch in his studio, awkward and nervous but needy and distracted. He hasn't interacted much with Taeyong, but has thought he was attractive any time he saw him online or in passing. It was hard not to notice him.

Jihoon wanted him to end the livestream.

Jihoon wanted his friend to leave.

Jihoon managed to contain himself until both of those things happened. After, Taeyong told him to stay a bit for them to talk more. Taeyong wanted Jihoon to produce a song for him. Jihoon would do anything if it meant they could be this close again, this alone and this together.

Together. Alone. Alone together.

Jihoon slid his hand onto Taeyong's shoulder. He was standing behind him as Taeyong sat at his desktop. Taeyong tensed and his words faltered, but he didn't comment. Jihoon took that as consent to keep going.

He moved to Taeyong's neck. He squeezed the back of it, then carded his fingers through Taeyong's hair. Taeyong wasn't speaking very well now.

"How often are you in here, hyung?" Jihoon asked, trying to be casual. If Taeyong so much as looked at him right now, he'd crumble.

"Don't call me that." Taeyong whispered.

Jihoon froze. "Oh. Sorry. Taeyong-shi—"

"No," Taeyong said, turning around. He took Jihoon's hand, but pressed it closer to him. They made eye contact. Jihoon's knees nearly buckled.

"Woozi-sunbaenim…" Taeyong started, eyes darting around Jihoon's face.

Jihoon laughed, shy. "You don't need to—"

He trailed off, Taeyong's eyes distracting him. They were so big, and so pretty, so pretty pretty pretty, would look so good looking up at him as he took cock, look so good rolling back in his head.

Jihoon kissed him. He couldn't stop himself. Taeyong let go of Jihoon's hand, and Jihoon grabbed a handful of his hair. Taeyong's lips were soft.

"Sunbaenim," Taeyong moaned, "take me."

Jihoon smiled. How cute. How needy. How overtly needy, desperate and eager. Jihoon wondered if his members fucked him well.

"Haven't had it in a while?" Jihoon asked. He kept one hand in Taeyong's hair and used the other to tilt his head up, fingers on his chin.

Taeyong shook his head slightly. Jihoon would've gotten lost in his eyes if it weren't for his cock twitching to life.

"Lock the door." Jihoon murmured.

He straightened, and Taeyong got up and stumbled to the door. He locked it, then turned back and stood, fiddling with his fingers. Jihoon smirked and sat on the couch. He patted his lap.

Taeyong hurriedly straddled him. He kissed him before Jihoon could speak. Jihoon chuckled, cupping Taeyong's face. He snaked down Taeyong's body and slipped inside his pants. Taeyong pushed his clothes down without breaking the kiss.

Jihoon cursed, seeing Taeyong's cock. Everything was pretty about him. He wrapped his hand around him and pumped. Taeyong whined (whined!), and looked down to watch. His hips were already twitching.

"God, fuck," Jihoon hissed, and he pushed Taeyong up and over to sit on the couch. If that's how Taeyong sounded from just a handjob, he needed to hear more. He got in between his legs and sucked his cock down.

"Oh—oh, shit, s-sunbaenim…" Taeyong mewled, hands in Jihoon's hair.

Jihoon was fast on him, needing to hear his whimpers and moans. Jihoon wasn't often called that title, and he found he liked it. Especially in this context, especially from Taeyong's whiny voice.

"You're such a good boy," Jihoon said, almost like he was talking to a dog, "put out so easily."

Taeyong whimpered. He hid his face in his hands. Jihoon smirked, licking up Taeyong's length. He suckled on his cockhead. Taeyong squirmed.

"I—I might not last long," Taeyong told him, shaky.

"I can tell." Jihoon commented. Taeyong's precum was streaming steadily. "Do you have lube?"

Taeyong looked at him, eyes wide and lips parted, and shook his head.

Jihoon ignored it, but his heart dropped with disappointment. He was thinking about bending Taeyong over his couch and fucking him good. Making his little cock bounce, making his arms give out, making his legs shake. Splattering his cum across the cushions.

"Next time, come to mine, and you can cockwarm me, yeah? Sit in my lap as I work. If you're good, maybe I'll let you bounce on my cock." Jihoon told him.

Taeyong's jaw dropped with a low moan. He nodded enthusiastically. "I'll be good." He whispered.

"Maybe I'll record us and sample it for the song I'm making you." Jihoon said, taking him down. Seeing that this was how Taeyong was, naturally submissive, greatly helped his confidence.

"Fuck—oh, please," Taeyong mewled. He was grinding into Jihoon's mouth.

Jihoon kept going. Taeyong's thrusts got faster, then he shook through his orgasm. Jihoon swallowed. He didn't let up until Taeyong was making tiny little choked moans, small yelps of overstimulation.

Jihoon sat back. Taeyong took a moment to gather himself, breathing and rubbing his eyes. He then pulled his clothes up, avoiding Jihoon's gaze.

Jihoon stood. Taeyong kept his head down as he said, "Thank you, sunbaenim."

"Any time. You wanna help me?" Jihoon asked.

Taeyong nodded and scooted to the edge of his seat, gently putting his hands on Jihoon's hips. Jihoon pushed down his clothes, letting his cock spring out. Taeyong got his mouth on it.

"Taeyong-hyung," Jihoon moaned in pure pleasure.

Taeyong looked up at him, staying on his dick, eyes as big and pretty as always, whining in complaint.

Jihoon ran his fingers through Taeyong's hair and chuckled. "Sorry, baby. You're just a little sweetie, aren't you? Little baby boy."

Taeyong's eyes fluttered shut and he took Jihoon deeper. Jihoon sighed in relief. He set both hands on Taeyong's hair, petting him, feeling how soft he was. He made sure not to move him, even if he was eager to fuck his face. Taeyong was fragile.

"So good, baby, so good." Jihoon murmured. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, focusing on the feeling of Taeyong's warm mouth around him.

Taeyong pumped him fast as he said, "Want it on my face."

Jihoon groaned. He came just as fast as Taeyong, and he did what he was told, jerking off onto Taeyong's face. After, he took a moment to stare. To study Taeyong, to take in how beautiful he was. Even without his seed marking his face.

Jihoon found tissues and cleaned Taeyong up. He gave him a small kiss, making Taeyong smile. Jihoon was awkward again, but at least Taeyong was, too.

"You'll really make a song for me?" Taeyong asked quietly.

Jihoon grinned and kissed him once more. "Of course. Call me any time."

Taeyong looked down, shy. "Thank you, sunbaenim."

Jihoon would never feel the same way about that word ever again.

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