#this post is pure moping

[fanficandtheories]

This is so not capri related AT ALL but I need to weep and I can’t think of a better way than moping on Tumblr. I read ‘Call Me By Your Name’ after a lot of deliberation. I never tried to read it because I didn’t want anything to dull the film for me. I never wanted to say shit like “the book is better than the movie”. CMBYN was the first film I truly deeply loved and cherished. I don’t know what that says about me, but I like it on an unhealthy level. It’s too precious for me and the idea that anything would make it smaller in my mind was so devastating.

Anyway, I did read it and you did not ask, but I will tell you (!!) the movie and the book fucking complement each other. There are a lot of plot points that are different and they work wonderfully in both ways. The movie’s script is obviously written with the intent to Please on a screen, but the book, holy shit the fucking book. No one, I mean.. absolutely no one has the right to do that to me. It’s so brutally offensive how Andre Aciman made me weep… weep through the end of it... The fucking audacity to write the way he did… nuh-uh.

The writing is too beautiful, Elio is even more relatable and loveable. You see a lot of things you don’t in the film, the more evasive ideas, they’re detailed in Elio’s narration. It’s too GOOD to be a real book. And not to mention, when my imagination failed to capture the beauty of a scene, guess what, my memory of the movie provided it!! Fucking hell. So it’s easy to break down and cry over the overwhelming flood of emotions in my throat.

Emotional wreck, forever moping woman. That’s what I am reduced to now.

Between this and getting turned on by ‘girl in redI’, I’m starting to question my sexuality, well, nvm. Anyway, here’s a bunch of quotes that I found tooo heart-wrenching, sweet, honest and something.

He was more me than I had ever been myself, because when he became me and I became him in bed so many years ago, he was and would forever remain, long after every forked road in life had done its work, my brother, my friend, my father, my son, my husband, my lover, myself.

“Did I have a spot?” he asked with a half grin.

“You’ll always have a spot.”

I wanted to tell him that the pool, the garden, the house, the tennis court, the orle of paradise, the whole place, would always be his ghost spot. And you’re suddenly there, lighting up your first cigarette of the day—twenty years ago today. For as long as the house stands, this will be your ghost spot—and mine too, I wanted to say.

All I knew was that I had nothing left to hide from him. I had never felt freer or safer in my life.

I responded, getting all worked up myself over someone I had almost entirely stopped thinking about. Time makes us sentimental. Perhaps, in the end, it is because of time that we suffer.

“You are the only person I’d like to say goodbye to when I die, because only then will this thing I call my life make any sense. And if I should hear that you died, my life as I know it, the me who is speaking with you now, will cease to exist. Sometimes I have this awful picture of waking up in our house in B. and, looking out to the sea, hearing the news from the waves themselves, He died last night. We missed out on so much. It was a coma. Tomorrow I go back to my coma, and you to yours. Pardon, I didn’t mean to offend—I am sure yours is no coma.”

We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new.

I’d stare at the water that evening and for a split second forget that he wasn’t here any longer, that there was no point in turning back and looking up to the balcony, where his image hadn’t quite vanished.

I can, from the distance of years now, still think I’m hearing the voices of two young men singing these words in Neapolitan toward daybreak, neither realizing, as they held each other and kissed again and again on the dark lanes of old Rome, that this was the last night they would ever make love again.

Whom else would I ever be able to call by my name?

#this post is pure moping #Tumblr therapy #I never needed my heart anyway #Call me by your name #the fucking audacity #somebody help me T_T #andre aciman #call me by your name #the book

[pit-and-the-pen]

Unrequited Love

A/N: I had to get to the airport to return a rental car like 5 hours early so I’m so sorry for the pure amount that I’ve been posting today but as a socially awkward girly, if I’m on my own phone then for sure no one is going to talk to me.

Anywho here is some angsty angst about day court!reader and Azriel.

Part 2: Here Alt Ending: Here

Forgive any typos I wrote this on my phone.

Warnings: none

WC-1.4K

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My blood was boiling beneath my skin. Azriel has been complaining for the better part of an hour about Rhys gag order regarding Elain. I was trying not to roll my eyes as I had reached my wits end with his lamenting.

“I just don’t understand why he needs to meddle in this. I get she’s Feyre's sister but he doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” he runs a hand through his hair and leans back in his chair. “I just can’t help but think that sometimes the cauldron gets it wrong.”

His words were spoken so plainly. Anger wanes for a second as I swear I could feel my heart break inside my chest. The words seemed to echo in my head Maybe the cauldron gets it wrong. I almost would have rather had him carve out my heart with truth teller.

“What do you think?” He asks me and I sit reeling over his words. I can’t think of anything to say to him. The comforting words I would normally have for him can’t get past the anger starting to cloud my vision. So I simply shrug, avoiding the question. Desperately trying to change the subject.

“So this new book I’m reading…”

“Oh c’mon.” He interrupts me. “I know you have something to say. And I trust your advice more than anyone else. There isn’t anyone else I would rather talk to about this.” His eyes softened as he looked towards me. Instead of melting under his gaze like I normally do, red bites at the edge of my vision.

“I think you should leave her the hel alone.” My tone is not gentle. He freezes.

“What?”

“She has a mate already. And regardless of if you think the cauldron got it right. Lucien is the one mated to Elain,” I tried to keep my voice neutral. “And Lucien is a wonderful male who has been through a lot of shit. He deserves someone as sweet as Elain, if she ever comes around. You should stop meddling.”

His mouth opens, when no words come out, he closes it again. You see the muscles in his jaw tick as he clenches his teeth.

“What has gotten into you? When did you become Lucien’s spokesperson?” He spits at me. His face starts to get closer to mine as he leans over the table, slowly starting to rise to his feet.

The sane part of me is telling me to stand down. That one of the most powerful warriors in all of Prythian was starting to get angry at me. My mate was starting to get mad at me. But I would not cave under his intimidation.

“I became his spokesperson when you showed no respect for him. Or for Elain.” I noticed I was starting to get to my feet. “What about what she wants? She doesn’t owe you anything more than she owes Lucien. Rhys told you to stay away from a girl you feel entitled to and now you want to mope like a petulant teenager. Grow up Azriel.” He flinches before something stoney sets in his eyes.

“At least I’ve actually told her how I felt. What about you?” My stomach drops into my knees. “Sitting and pining over the same person for a century.”

“You knew?” My voice was nothing more than a whisper. This was not happening. I should have left when I had the chance.

“It’s not like you tried to hide it. I thought at some point you would get the hint that it wasn’t going to happen but yet there you always were trailing behind me like a sad little puppy.”

My hands on the table started to glow faintly. My anger was finally breaking through the surface.

“You asshole. You stupid Illyrian bastard.” The smirk that graced his face fell instantly. “After everything that I’ve done for you, you want to use my feelings for you as some fucking weapon against me.”

Even I was surprised at the venom in my words but I was on a roll. “I sat by for five hundred years. I sat by as you pined over Mor, someone I consider my sister. I felt that bond go unreturned.” He completely froze at my words. Words I have never spoken out loud to anyone.

“Wait-“

“No. You get to hear this shadowslinger.” I pressed my finger to his chest and he stepped back like I had hit him. A small part of me wishes I had. But this. This right here is why Rhys kept me around. I didn’t need to throw a punch to put someone on their knees.

“I followed you around like a lost puppy and you loved it. Every second of it. I was stupid enough at some point to believe that it was because you felt it too. And I couldn’t get away from those feelings,could get away from you. Every time I tried I would damn near drive myself crazy and then you would smile or say some funny joke and I was right back to where I started.” I willed the slight shake in my voice to disappear. “You just wanted to feel important because the one you truly loved wouldn’t have even entertained the thought. Took other males into her bed, but not you right? So why not go for the next available thing. Me. Who cares if I got hurt? Who cares that I still fucking loved you through all of it? Not you clearly. You played me like a fucking fiddle and I played my part well.”

When I finally looked back up at his face I saw nothing but a shell of the male that stood in front of me. Even his shadows had retreated from his side. Looking down I realized they were sitting at my feet. I pushed down the glimmer of something I didn’t have time to think about at the sight.

“Please. Just stop.” He pleaded.

“Why? Because it hurts to hear? Fuck you. “And you think that didn’t hurt me too?” I watched him pale. “You didn’t think it killed me to feel that empty weight in my chest every time I looked at you. Everyday that I waited and wished that you would feel that stupid bond I’ve had to live with for the last two centuries.”

He gasped at my words cutting me off

“You never told me about that. I just thought it was… I don’t know… I thought it was a crush like how I felt with Mor”

A muscle in my jaw ticked. “I shouldn’t have had to! The whole point is that you feel it too. Bonds aren’t supposed to be one sided but for some gods unknown reason, you didn’t,” I felt the anger really starting to boil over.

“Every time I heard you rambling on and on about how perfect Mor was, about the females you took into your bed. I sat by all of it, for what? Three sisters for three brothers?!” I was screaming now, my hands shaking by my side

“What happens when she’s all fixed up too Azriel? When she feels this same thing I feel when she looks at Lucien. Onto the next one for me to hear about I guess . Always on the sidelines. Always the sweet face to come back to at the end of the day but never the one you want to be with.” I took a deep breath for the words about to come out of my mouth, steeling my nerves.

“I’m done. With this. With you. Fuck this entire gods damned city. I will not sit by and play second to whoever you deem worthy enough for the rest of my life.”

He held up his hand like he was going to reach up for me but the light that was glowing off my skin was warning enough.

“Where will you go?” Was all he had the nerve to say.

I let out a cold, twisted laugh. “Anywhere but here. Hel I could finally go home. Helion has

been asking me to come back for years now. All I know it will be somewhere where you can’t come and ruin another half a century of my life. Because that’s what you did. I wasted all this time on someone I knew wouldn’t love me. But I can agree with you on something, Azriel.” I paused long enough to see the hope in his eyes as he whispered “what?”

“That sometimes the cauldron does get it wrong.”

I walked out of that room with my head held high

#acomaf #acosf #acotar fanfiction #azriel acotar #acotar #acowar #azriel angst #azriels kinda dick in this one #I promise I love him but this popped into my head #azriel x reader #azriel x you #no happy ending #a court of thorns and roses #i make no apologies #well maybe a little

[mrswint3rs]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚⋆ Much Needed Company ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

pairings- Sugar Daddy! Leon x Fem! Reader

a/n- wrote this with Vendetta Leon in mind ! (sorry i got lazy but maybe i’ll do something more with this eventually?)

NSFW WARNING :

contains- Depressed Leon, brief mentions of alcohol, mild daddy kink, use of pet names, sending nude images and videos, phone sex, guided masturbation?, reader is kind of innocent and inexperienced 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Leon put most of his money into buying booze. It seemed to be the only thing that could keep his mind off of the shitty life he’s had so far.

Until he met you.

It happened by chance online. You put up some post in dire need of financial assistance. Leon saw your pleas as fate. It was the perfect opportunity to do good with what he had. So he directly messaged you as soon as he saw it.

Everything started off rather innocently. Leon payed you weekly, free of charge. In a way it made him feel like he was saving you, something he’s always struggled with doing before.

A lot of the time that was all he could think about. The loss of many from his job weighed heavily on his mind. He was no hero, no matter how hard he tried to front.

You gave him a chance at redeeming himself.

The saying 'money can't buy happiness' had been proven to be a complete fallacy as he actually got to know you. He didn’t think people as pure as you even existed anymore.

He found himself growing attached to you the more you chatted. The world had been unfair to the both of you. You were so sweet regardless. Meanwhile, he was just moping around, constantly angry and self-pitying.

Just talking with you made those negative feelings fall away. You became the main focus of his attention, making his days go by much easier. It wasn’t a burden to open his eyes in the morning anymore. Not when he had your sweet good morning texts to look forward to.

Things were supposed to be casual between the two of you, but you quickly became his whole world. He could hardly sleep at night without calling you over the phone. He loved just listening to you talk about how your day went.

»--•--«

You couldn’t help but feel like you were taking advantage of this man. You were grateful, no doubt, but he was paying you for nothing. You didn’t have to do anything, just talk with him for a bit and he’d drop a whole 2 months worth of rent in your bank account without an issue.

Leon never asked anything of you. You wondered if he ever would. It’s been 3 months of just talking and he never once made things weird.

That in itself made you want to give him something.

He was so generous, actually listened when you spoke. Not to mention, he was incredibly handsome. But you figured he probably had a girlfriend, looking the way he did. That would explain why he never made a move or asked you for things like most men. Or maybe he just wasn’t interested in you that way.

The thought worried you until you grew the confidence to ask him straight up.

You’re surprised to hear he’s been single for as long as he can remember. A guy like him didn’t have a special someone?

But really, you were relieved to know he was available. Not just for his money. Leon was the whole package it seemed. Though, you’ve never met in person, he was everything you could ever need.

So, you decide to do something out of the ordinary.

You know it’s probably not equivalent to the thousands of dollars he’s gifted you over the months, but you wanted to give something in return.

After many attempts of trying to get the right angles and lighting, you finally get a decent shot.

Your thumb hovers over the send button for a while. You wonder if it’ll upset him or make things awkward if he’s not interested. Or if you should have asked before hitting send.

You anxiously sit in bed, waiting for his response and refuse to look at your phone in the meantime. You’re overthinking the whole thing, fearing he might block you or something. He doesn’t usually take this long to respond and isn’t normally busy at this time of night.

You swear you’re about to have a heart attack when your phone finally chirps.

You rush to check it, almost embarrassingly fast and you’re greeted with a video from Leon. With sound.

His hand pumps over his length at a slow pace as the other holds his phone and records. He was almost teasing with the way he’d tap his fingers over the tip, drawing a string of his leaking precum. His breath was heavy, soft groans sounding from his lips.

He was taking his time, corkscrewing with his palm over and over making a wet, squishy sound with the lube he was using.

He didn’t say anything, but you understood it was your turn to send one back.

You set up your phone between your legs, parting them to reveal your dripping cunt. In return, you slowly, teasingly rub over your clit and folds, smearing your juices.

You quietly moan out as you slip your fingers inside, curving them up to feel for that sensitive spot. You scissor your digits in and out, attempting to match the length of time his video was before pausing to send it. Only you’re not feeling confident enough to keep the sound on just yet.

“Let’s call.” he replies this time, shortly after you sent it.

He doesn’t give you much time to think before your phone starts ringing and his contact info displays full screen.

Feeling pressured, you answer.

Leon’s camera is already on, only showing his gruff face for now. You’re only half showing yours. Even though you just sent the man 90% of your body through text, you’re feeling nervous.

“Don’t be shy princess,” Leon speaks up, his voice low yet soft. “Let me see your pretty face, hm?” He wore a cheeky grin, just waiting patiently.

You give in to him and show yourself, not wanting to make things awkward. “Hey..sorry.”

“Good girl. There’s no need to be so nervous with me.”

Unsure of how to reply, you just sit there. You had never done anything like this and you didn’t even know how to initiate it. He was the one who wanted to transfer it over to a call, so you let him take the lead.

Except he wasn’t.

You sat in a deafening silence for a while, just sort of looking at each other through the screen before he finally said something again. “If you wanna see it you gotta ask me, baby.”

As you’re put on the spot you once again go silent. You didn’t know how to word it. Over text was one thing, but vocally saying such things was another story.

“Aw, c’mon,” Leon teases. “You can do it. Tell me what you want and you’ll get it.”

From the way his camera was slightly shaking, and the way he was breathing you could tell he was already going at it. He was just waiting for you to warm up to him.

Leon adored your innocent aura and was willing to be patient with you. He loved the way you depended on him, but he also wanted you to be able to let loose on your own. He didn’t want you to feel pressured or like you had to give him anything. He would still reward you regardless.

“Can I see it?” you manage to mutter out.

But Leon decides to tease you further by playing dumb.

“See what, baby?”

That grin of his made your stomach do flips. You hated but loved the way he pushed you to do things.

“Can I see your…cock,” you stutter out

Immediately he lowers his phone, revealing the entirety of his naked body. His dick was firmly gripped in his hand, fully hardened still. “Atta’ girl. So proud of you.”

He starts to stroke with his hand again, slowly going over the whole length and back up again.

You follow him, putting the phone back between your legs quickly. Just the sight of him made you a sopping wet mess, there was no hiding that.

Leons movements grow faster when you reveal yourself.

“Touch yourself…” he groans, “touch yourself for daddy.”

The use of the name makes you tingle a bit, and you oblige. You sink your fingers into your tight opening once more, slowly pumping in and out for him.

Your weak whimpers rile him even further. His own voice heightens in volume as he rapidly fucks into his hand. “So fuckin’ pretty, baby. Spread a little further for me.”

Your free hand comes down to part your lips as he asked. You pry yourself open for his hungry eyes.

“Good girl, now rub your clit. Want you to cum.”

You do as told. Your two middle fingers stuff your cunt while your other hand starts to rub at your clit. Leon let’s out needy groans. He desperately chases his high, stroking the head of his cock trying to finish. “Can you be a dirty girl for daddy? Be a little louder.”

Reluctantly, you stop holding back. Watching as his hand races, you try to match pace, imagining your fingers as his cock.

His voice is enough to make you dizzy.

You feel your walls start to pulse, that tightening in your core. You never knew simple masturbation could feel so good.

Leon finishes before you do, shooting cum all over his taut abs. It uncontrollably spills into his hand as he keeps stroking.

You finish soon after at the sound of his moaning babbles. Your back arches into your hand as it hits, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Fuck…you’re shaking.” Leon chuckles a bit at this, coming down from his climax. His stroking comes to a halt as his cock becomes far too sensitive to keep touching.

“Maybe next time I’ll have my vacation where you are. That way I can calm you down after I ruin you.”

With a content sigh, he lets go, letting his softening length lay across his lower stomach. He brings his phone back up to his flushed face and you follow suit.

He goes on pause, seemingly doing something else on his phone.

You soon after get a notification. $850 transferred.

“For lingerie next time. We should do this more often,” he states, “or you could catch a flight down here?”

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#leon kennedy x reader smut #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon resident evil #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil vendetta #vendetta leon #re #reaident evil #resident evil vendetta leon #fem reader #smut #resident evil #fanfiction #rushed

[aomimiusa-bear]

feature me - kim mingyu

This is a work of fiction. Mature content ahead.

wc: 1.9k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Hey Google, play Feature Me by Flo.” 

The small device chimed in response by flooding your ears with the familiar tune.

The scent in the air was a concoction of your vanilla perfume and the slight tinge of burnt hair. You were most certainly dressed to impress tonight; a short black dress clinged to your body like second skin. The curly mess that you call your hair has now been tamed by the assistance of your trusty straightener. Your lips adorned a brand new pink lip gloss you had purchased just earlier today. Tonight is going to be your night. 

You had one mission coursing through your veins at this very moment, and it is to forget Kim Mingyu. You don’t necessarily recall the formalities or details of how you met, but you do know that it ended with your legs intertwined with Mingyu’s in his bed. Ever since then, you and Mingyu embarked on this friends with benefits situation; you needed the release while he just enjoyed providing pleasure, and more specifically yours. From your experience, these situationships never really provided aftercare or even cuddled with you after having sex.

But of course, Kim fucking Mingyu did. 

His nurturing actions made your head go haywire with never ending thoughts and anxieties. You liked him, and for a second you thought he did too. Mingyu and yourself had never enforced the rule of not falling for the other party but more so you immediately defaulted to the unspoken rule; he wasn’t the first person you endured this with. On a night out one of his closest buddies not so subtly dropped that he hadn’t seen anyone since you, so you let yourself play into the delusion for a bit. Until you saw Mingyu cozying up to a brunette headed girl just yesterday night at a local bar. You figured that you could never measure up to her model like stature. You had plans to unwind with drinks after a long day, but after witnessing Mingyu reenact a 2000s romcom with some girl all you wanted to do was go home and cry; you didn’t know what for though. Maybe because you got yelled at by your manager, or maybe you thought that he could be yours. 

‘Set the scene and feature me’

To hell with moping around for someone who can’t acknowledge you or your feelings, so that is what tonight is for. You are dressed to the nines and your makeup is nothing short of perfection. The boost of confidence was what you truly needed to get over this silly little crush. You were going to walk away from the club with someone, and it will not be Mingyu. After posting a couple pictures to social media, you made your way over to the kitchen to make a pre-club cocktail. You weren’t aware of the amount of alcohol you put into your drink, but it was most certainly enough to get rid of any nervousness left in your gut. You were just about to head out the door after packing up your purse for the night, but you immediately halted your actions at the sound of knocking. And it was at your apartment door.

“Coming!”

You weren’t expecting anyone tonight. Maybe it was your neighbor complaining about the volume levels currently in your room. “Hey Google, turn off.” The incessant knocking came around once more. You huffed in annoyance as you rounded the corner to the door. With the flick of the lock, you swung open the door to give whoever was on the other side a hefty lecture about patience. What caught you off guard was the sight of a broad chest of pure muscle being hugged by a black polo.

“Would you like to tell me where you are going?” Mingyu questioned while dangling your newest Instagram story on his phone. You narrowed your eyes towards your “friend”. “It is absolutely none of your business Mingyu. Go home.” You managed to grumble out. Why was he here? How did he get in? You had so many unanswered questions, but at this point the nervousness kicked back in completely sobering up all your senses. “Didn’t know you had such an attitude darling. What got you so upset?” He raised an eyebrow while smirking at your figure. You were well aware that he was intently studying your entire get up for tonight; he wasn’t exactly shy about giving you a full body scan. 

“I am going to ask one more time to get it through your pretty little head. Where are you going?” Mingyu enunciated every word of his question with a dominating force you couldn’t find yourself to disobey. “Out. Mingyu. I’m going out.” You growled with irritation. He had already stepped inside your apartment even though you did not know when he closed the door behind him. “I don’t remember us making plans to go out.” Your aggravation flew through the ceiling. “Yes Mingyu. You don’t remember because it was a plan for me and only me.” At this point, you were teetering the edge of beginning a screaming match with the six foot man standing in front of you. “You’re not going out.” Mingyu commanded. “Who gives you authority over me? Spare me the complications and please owe me the pleasure of walking you out of here.” You spat.

Suddenly, your back met the wall beside the front door. Mingyu’s hands were heavy on your hips, effectively immobilizing you from leaving. “You’re right I can’t tell you what to do.” He lowered his head so that his mouth was grazing your ear lobe. “But I can sure as hell make you listen.” You didn’t even have a second to register Mingyu’s words as his mouth came crashing down on yours. The kiss was desperate, needy, and erotic as he ravaged you up against the wall. Curse his stupidly massive muscles. Your tongues danced with each other in a sensual performance that was only available to you and him. 

‘Touch on me, get on your knees’

“Tell me what you were planning to do. Go find someone else to take home? Impossible for my girl, because you damn well know I am the only one who can give you what you need.” You quiver at the sound of his words. “Who else would satisfy you if not me?” Mingyu taunted. As if he wanted to prove his previous statement, Mingyu cupped your core in his hand with only the thin layer of your lace panties separating the two. You moaned out his name not sure if it was to stop or to give you more. With little strength you have left, you pushed his arm away even if you winced from the sudden loss of contact. “Why don’t you flirt with that girl some more? I have an even better suggestion, leave me the fuck alone Kim Mingyu.” You were aware of your harsh attitude towards someone that wasn’t even yours.

To say he was displeased was an understatement. Mingyu effortlessly placed you over his shoulder with your ass scraping the side of his cheek. You let out a gasp as Mingyu smacked your ass with such aggression leaving you to totally soak your panties with arousal. He tossed you onto your bed, like some rag doll and pressed his hardening erection in between your legs where he stood. The dress you were wearing had already bunched around your waist and your tits had spilled over the top. You wanted to moan at the contact, but your overwhelming urge to defy the man was stronger than your current desire for Mingyu. You couldn’t give him that satisfaction just yet.

Mingyu was hovering over you at this point. “Is that what this is about?” He questioned, but already knew the answer to. “My perfect angel turned into a brat because she was jealous?” Mingyu was coy about the entire thing while heat flushed your face. You had been caught. “Let me go Mingyu.” But you made no real effort to leave. The stupid silver chain that hung from his neckline was mocking you, and the owner of said necklace was well aware of your infatuation with it. “Just so you know princess,” he pushed away a strand of hair from your face “I am yours. Whether you like it or not.” A small smile danced on his face. “That girl was my sister, and some creepy guy was hitting on her the entire night.” Your face contorted into realization and soon after it was embarrassment. Before you can wallow in your feelings, Mingyu resumed the earlier ministrations on your mouth and your, now, soaking core. 

“Please,” you whined out. “I love your manners babe, but you aren’t really giving me instructions on what to do.” He wanted your lewd words to reverberate in the walls of your room before giving in to what you want. You pleaded, “Please touch me, Mingyu.” From the raise of his eyebrows you already knew he was going to say some smart ass remark. “I’m already touching you sweetheart.” Tired of the constant nagging, you grabbed his hand and placed it on top of your glistening clit. Right where your panties had shifted to give him access. The feeling of your arousal was enough to tear your underwear off and have him sink to his knees.

“Is this what you wanted? Hm? You could’ve asked instead of acting like a brat.” Mingyu licked a fat stripe from your hole along your slit. He was sucking, teasing, and prodding at your pussy with his tongue; he wanted nothing more to drown in you. Suddenly, he replaced his tongue with the rough pads of his fingers as he slowly circled your leaking hole. “You’re dripping,” he announces. “You’re going to ruin your sheets princess, but you look like you don't mind.” Mingyu gathered your arousal and easily pushed two of his fingers into you. It didn’t take much for you to come undone on him. The slight curl he added to his fingers was enough for you to fully soak his hand. He held his fingers to his mouth, “you taste like heaven pretty girl.” 

Mingyu tapped the side of your ass signaling to turn over. Before you have had the chance to fully turn, Mingyu roughly grabs your hips entirely exposing your trembling cunt to him. The sound of his pants hitting the floor was enough to have you clenching around nothing. A second later, the sensation of Mingyu running his fat cock against your slit had you rolling your eyes. “I seem to be repeating myself a lot tonight, so let me ask one more time.” He had no intention of halting his movements. “What do you want me to do.” You were delirious and all you wanted was for Mingyu to split you in half with his cock. “Please fuck me Mingyu,” an exasperated whine left your lips. “I’m sorry,” you babbled. “I was jealous because I thought you were mine. Please, I'm sorry, Mingyu.”

Seemingly, that was enough for him to completely sink into you. After you had adjusted to his size, he began to pound into you. The bulbous head of Mingyu’s cock was kissing your cervix, and you loved it. The sensation of his balls slapping against your clit heightened your overall pleasure all together. Your mascara was running, and the gloss on your lips smudged across your cheek, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. The sound of your wanton moans strokes the already huge ego that the man above you had as he hit the spongy spot inside of you. “You’re clenching me like a vice. Gripping my cock so well.” Mingyu knew you were close. “Come with me my sweet girl. Drench my cock while I fill you up.” His words were enough for you to orgasm a second time. Your heavy pants mix into each other as it permeates your now sex-smelling room. 

“I’ll go clean you up. Be back in a second.” A smile danced on your lips as the night ended with Kim Mingyu finally being yours.

#kpop #seventeen #mingyu #mingyu scenarios #kim mingyu #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #mingyu smut #kim mingyu smut #mingyu x reader #svt #svt x reader

[astars-things]

a request for y/n hughes x lando

i jsut read the blurb where jack calls her clingy, maybe we can get an apology form jack, and maybe jack said that because he’s been missing his twin a bunch and been moping around lately and one of his teammates called him clingy as a joke but jack didn’t take it that way

Part 1 -> here

"God, Y/N, why are you so clingy?" Jack's words echoed in my mind. I couldn't understand why he would say such a thing, why he would dismiss my need for emotional support.

I woke up to Lando shaking me awake because I accidentally slept in after the night I had, I just needed sleep i went to the bathroom and that's when I saw my puffy eyes, i quickly washed my face and went to go eat the yogurt and berries lando had prepared for me 

lando came up behind me and gave me a kiss on the head telling me everything was going to be okay, I sat down in Lando streaming room on his couch he has in there and started editing the photos I needed to edit before posting them on the McLaren Instagram account 

soon a message appeared on my phone jack jack❤️ I'm sorry for last night please call me when you see this 

I ignored it because if he was going to call me clingy then I was going to give him the space he much deserved,  I went about my day as normal as soon as Lando finished his stream we went and had a movie day in our shared room 

as I was laying in Lando's arms I felt my phone ding again Jack Jack ❤️ Y/n I'm sorry please text me back please. 

I turned to Lando, showing him the apology text from Jack. "babe it's up to you if you want to text him back, and if you want to keep ignoring him then you can" Lando spoke gently to me giving me a kiss on the lips 

I gathered all the courage I could and called Jack, then the phone didn't ring for that long when Jack answered "Omg y/n I didn't think you would ever talk to me again" he rushed out but it was clear in his voice that he had been crying 

"Yeah, well you fucked up big time so do you want to explain or just sweep in under the carpet" I spoke with hurt and anger lacing my voice 

"I know I know What I said yesterday was completely out of line. I shouldn't have called you clingy. I was... I was just frustrated, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry." He cried 

"yeah well sorry doesn't always fix shit and this time you really fucked up and I just want space from you right now" I spoke with pure anger and with that I hung up on Jack and just cuddle with Lando and just cried 

#send in requests #imagines #thanks anon! #jack hughes #y/n hughes x lando norris #lando norris x y/n #lando norris #lando norris x reader #formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader

[tamelee]

pls bottom naruto is disgusting stop drawing this ooc cringe

Eh? And it hadn't even been a full day.

Anyway, do you know what this means?:

It means… that I don’t give a damn about your whiny gibberish about this top/bottom bullshit, because it sounds incredibly silly. (And wrong because I draw both?)

It’s fine to have a preference, good for you (I have one too!), but if all you care about between a character-dynamic is the single notion which establishes a rule within a fandom that demands only this particular dick in only that particular booty and nothing else, while dividing yourselves between "us and them" while seeing the people who like the same exact characters as your "enemy" and treating them as such— well, 

I have nothing to say to you, I couldn’t care less what you think about me and I don’t know you. 

But for the sake of other creators who are often a target also, some which I know quit because of this… there is a little something I'd like to say about these servers:

You don’t think I (we) know what is said in there and by who? 👀 That your rules of "what is said on here stays here" with a bunch of people online that you don't know, is actually respected? Why do you think I never join any. And bet your ass that I'm not the only one. This constant fighting between NS/SN is such an embarrassment for this fandom, seriously. I hope you realize that.

Because, instead of encouraging a (new) creator to share something about the characters you claim to love (for fucking free) you go off chastise them for not “doing it right”/“your way”, pretending it's some unspoken commission no one knew of or was paid for. Instead of being happy there’s still so much creative contribution for characters from a story that ended years ago, you go complain under fanfics and dishearten writers, often grinning away with your little server-“friends” and make fun of work someone poured their heart in. Or, you huff, puff and breathe fire as you make plans to cancel them out of pure bitterness, to the point (especially new) creators are too scared and dispirited to ever share anything again. It's easy to do anonymously, aye? And if you think that doesn’t affect their lives and sends them right back into a crestfallen pit of dark hell because it prevents them to do/share the single thing in life that gave them a bit of joy, then...

Congratulations; you’re a heartless bastard.

And you, as a fan, did yourself dirty too.

Do you know how many people don’t want to share anything at all for this fandom because you people leave comments, tags, asks, tweets constantly complaining about an incorrect portrayal of the (in your opinion) only acceptable dynamic, like a bunch a brats? Do you? Because I’ve talked to quite a few of these discouraged creators, they have to hope for the best and pray they’re spared from your scrutiny. I receive it from both sides every now and then.

Again, congratulations: you’re the reason there’s less chance of you getting what you want in the first place. 

Do you... really not realize?

The more you squabble with "your enemy" (lol) the more it affects the "us" you care about while the rest of us just bask in the glory that is SNS/NSN and couldn't care less about what you think/have to say. So, keep everyone else out of it and go mope elsewhere.

But, between you and me? There are better ways to share what you think is right. Make something yourself, because what's stopping you?

You’re perfectly capable, it doesn’t have to be art or a fic, maybe there’s just something in the story that you really enjoyed— write about it. Make a meta. Post the panel, show the moment that determined your undying love for this single dynamic and why— whatever.  Because, wouldn't it be nice having someone encourage you to create something you like? 😬 Especially because you and your server feel so strongly about it? And then you don't have to depend on others either?

Wouldn't it be nice?

Well?

Hm!?

Try it, ffs.

#asktamelee #fandom talk

[leclsrc]

hi auds bear how about a “singing off-key in their parked car and suddenly a person outside starts laughing” blurb with charles (-: feel like that is so him

take a chance on me – cl16

Damn ABBA and their catchy songs.

auds here... moping over my 3h meeting that effectively bars me frm watching the gp i hate uni! :( love u guys i love this req kskkskd

Charles hasn't gotten that godforsaken ABBA song out of his head.

It’s gotten to the point where earworm infects even his physical movements and he starts holding up an invisible mic like some demented Meryl Streep wannabe. It’s embedded itself into his pre- and post-race routines now, but he’s smart enough to do it alone in his room, because if any member of the team saw this embarrassing schtick, he’d be good as dead.

His car ends up being a constant concert venue. He usually drives in the dark, when meetings are over, or in early mornings, when nobody’s around to sneak a peek (not that they should, but fans are pesky) and he’s free to pretend he’s embodying a sickened heartbroken woman’s voice.

It’s chillier today than last week, which to him warrants a car concert warm-up. He cues the song on his speaker system and starts preparing. He’s on drums today, because his last two performances he was on piano, but he’s always on vocals, whistling and yelling the high parts. If you change your mind... he sings, nodding his head to the beat.

This is all Lorenzo’s fault, seriously—the prick couldn’t stop playing it at lunch two weeks prior and now Charles is paying the price. But he isn’t exactly complaining (If you put me to the test, if you let me try!) In the midst of his performance he tries to remember what the meeting is about. New hires, if he recalls, for the marketing team or something. They want to run some things by him and Carlos, or someth—

In the middle of his high note the song stops; he thinks maybe someone might be calling. His voice cracks in the silence. Oh, and somebody is watching in confusion a few feet away.

He realizes it’s a pretty girl, clad in a jeans and a knit jumper, squinting and cocking her head to the side a bit.

You’d hurried around to try and find the source of the ABBA music you’d heard when getting out of your own car. The culprit, it seems, is not a tinny forgotten speaker but an adult man in his car. You blink. The adult man is also, apparently, the race driver you’re supposed to be in a meeting with in five minutes.

You smile. And then you just burst out in a quiet laugh, unable to hide your pure amusement. He swallows. And then he blanches, unable to hide his pure embarrassment. In less than a second he’s turned off his car and disembarked, scrambling to explain himself. 

“This is so embarrassing,” he says profusely. “You see, I am—”

—

“—just practicing singing, you see, for a play,” you recount to your friends, laughing so hard your cheeks and stomach hurt. You could never tire of this story, told and retold during parties and dinners alike. Who wouldn’t love this story? It’s a silly one of how you met the love of your life.

Lando had said once the unorthodox meeting was probably the mark of your true love. Some others said it was the fact that you’d been together so long. Others, your compatible careers. Others even said it was the music taste.

You smile as you finish, and Charles braves the teasing just to see you content and happy.

Maybe that’s the best marker of true love there is—not that all the prior ideas are invalid, it’s just. Maybe this is the realest one. It’s also, Charles realizes as he seeks your eyes, the hardest marker to describe. It’s an emotion and a verb all at once, in the very quiet and very intimate unexplainable way.

He thinks—no, he knows—that true love feels like an inside joke. It feels like the click, inaudible and fuzzy, that reverberates through his body when finally your eyes seem to take the hint and meet his. It feels like the laugh, the gigle only two of you share. It feels like a quaint smile. It feels like the story you two have told before and will tell again, with peals of laughter and hands held tight together.

The whole true love thing is a confusing prompt with so many answers, and he could consult anyone to help him out—his mum, his brothers, his best friends, maybe even squeeze his eyes shut and try to send a message of question to Jules or his dad—but none of them would come close to describing this feeling.

He knows love happens to people who’ve known each other their whole lives. He knows it happens to friends, to enemies. Naturally, it happens to strangers—tied together by some invisible string that shortens and overlaps and knots in itself and finally is struck by the fates to bring two people together. Call him biased, but he thinks he’s lucky he falls into the last category. Okay, call him cheesy, but he’ll admit he’d do anything to have you any way in any other life.

If in another universe you were a childhood friend with some corny nickname, or a rival whose eyes would soften when an argument tapered into a confession. Even then he’d love you. He might love you differently, but he could never love you more. 

Now is the best, he thinks. Now you’re the funny girl in the pretty dress with a bottle of beer and laughter escaping your sunkissed face. Now it’s 1,095 days later and he still loves you, just as much as he did three chilly Octobers ago, when you smiled amusedly at him in the parking lot of Maranello. Maybe this time it’ll be a different ABBA song you both sing. 

#f1 #leclsrc3000 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Polaroids & Promises

When your mother had first met your boyfriend, she had made two very astute observations: He was incredibly distinguished (read: much older than she’d expected) and he was definitely a heartbreaker. At the time she’d meant the latter as a testament to his devilishly good looks, but her statement had turned out to be true in a much more literal sense.

Letting out a sigh as you toed your shoes off by the front door, you settled your winter gear and house keys on their respective hooks before making your way to the kitchen. The contents of your fridge left much to be desired, a box of Chinese takeout and an unfinished bottle of wine sitting pretty on the second shelf, a sad cast of recurring characters in your post-breakup misery. Pointing at the Merlot, you declared, “I’ll be back for you soon.”

Although you wanted nothing more than to curl up with a trashy romance novel and the cheap wine, your career didn’t care how sad you were; work needed doing and therefore laundry needed washing. After shedding your work attire and scrubbing the day from your body with a hot shower, you carried the sizable buildup of clothes down the hall to the laundry room. You began sorting the delicates from your regular wash, pausing mid-squat at an unfamiliar shade of red peeking out from the bottom of the hamper. Tossing t-shirts and work pants aside, a traitorous prickle of hot tears momentarily blurred the stark white USMC before you. Releasing a ragged breath, you pulled the hoodie to your face and inhaled deeply, the fabric muffling your sob as the smell that you had come to think of as home overwhelmed your senses. Seven months of memories played in your head in the span of mere seconds, quiet nights on the couch, steaks cooked by the fire, the scraping of a sander against wood.

You missed Jethro more than words could describe. You missed his warmth, his touch, his teasing remarks. You missed visiting him at work, and sharing entire conversations with Tony consisting only of movie quotes, and nerding out with Tim over the latest Game of Thrones episode, and bonding with Ziva over a few hours at the range, and going to concerts with Abby, and trading interesting cases with Jimmy. You missed insightful talks with Ducky about life and opera and the enigma that is his friend and your lover. You missed the sight of matching keys on the hook next to yours and work boots in the hallway. You missed trading sections of the paper over morning coffee. You missed the quiet protest of the bed when he slipped in beside you well past midnight.

You missed having someone to come home to.

Swiping at your eyes, you abandoned the task at hand in lieu of moping in your bedroom, but first doubling back to enlist the company of your trusty red. You settled down on the floor at the foot of your bed and eased the cork out of the mouth of the bottle, taking a hearty swig as you pulled your wooden memory box into your lap. Running your fingers over the intricate pattern on top, you recalled the day Jethro had gifted you the handcrafted piece for all of those pictures you force me to be in, he had admitted with a begrudging smile. You took out the stack of Polaroids, spreading them out on the floor before you as you gulped down another mouthful of wine. Although the dates were printed at the bottom of each photo, you could easily track the progression of your relationship by the way Jethro’s visage grew less grumpy and more smiley over time. A teardrop splattered across the shiny surface of one of your pictures, and you were quick to wipe it off without smudging the writing on the bottom. You finished off the last dregs of red wine and with it, your crumbling resolve, and you dialed ten digits on your cellphone purely via muscle memory.

Jethro’s voice in your ear made your heart twinge, even if it was just to tell you to leave a message. Taking in a shuddering breath, you opened with a brilliant, “Hey, it’s me.” Cringing, you soldiered on. “You’re probably still at work, because that’s- that’s what you do, isn’t it? Work yourself to the bone, people who care about you be damned. Sorry,” you sighed, immediately reneging on the snarky comment. “That’s not fair of me to say. I admire you and the work you do, you know that, right? It’s just that, well, Ducky had warned me this would happen, that you have a hard time separating yourself from the job. I guess I thought I could stop it or delay it or something, but I couldn’t. And now it’s-” You paused to squint at the digital clock on your nightstand. “-a quarter after ten on a Wednesday night, and I’m wine drunk, and I miss you so much that I called just to hear your voice on a goddamn answering machine. I mean, c’mon, Jet, who still has a landline these days? Christ, this is fucking pathetic. Maybe I should get a cat or some-” The phone beeped at you, indicating that you’d reached the time limit on the machine. Dropping your head into your hands, you groaned out, “Oh my god.”

You heaved a sigh, then delicately returned your treasured memories to their keepsake box before replacing it on the desk. Deciding that the crisp winter air would do you good, you slipped into your coat and boots, locked up, and headed outside for a late night walk.

_______

“I mean, c’mon, Jet, who still has a landline these days?” Jethro chuckled softly at the incredulity in your tone, tuning back in to your message just as it got cut off. He poured himself another splash of bourbon, then downed it in one go, finger already itching to replay the rambling message for the third time in as many minutes just to bask in the sound of your voice for a few more precious moments. He heard the stairs creak and emptied out a mug of miscellaneous screws and fasteners under the assumption that Tobias was joining him to discuss their progress on the case. Instead, the voice he was so desperately craving to hear floated downstairs to him.

“You really should lock your doors. Never know what sort of unsavory character could wander in off the street.”

Turning to face you as you reached the bottom step, he rumbled out, “So that’s where my favorite hoodie’s been hiding.” There was a distinct edge to his voice as he silently took in your bleary eyes and slightly disheveled appearance.

“I took a cab,” you said softly, immediately recognizing the heat in his glare as concern at the thought of you driving in your current state. “Can I come in?”

“You’re already in,” he responded, not quite curt, but not exactly warm either. Still, he hooked his ankle around the stool beside him and pulled it out, simultaneously pouring two fingers of his signature bourbon into the awaiting mug on the workbench. You took that as an invitation to join him, closing the remainder of the space between you and accepting the amber liquid as you perched on the seat. Gathering your courage, you took a sip and offered, “I missed this gasoline with a side of tetanus.”

“I missed your unparalleled wit,” he shot back, the corner of his mouth lifting with mirth.

“Hey, so, random question,” you forced out through a laugh, “have you checked your messages yet today? Just wondering cause I-” Your words caught in your throat when Jethro suddenly framed your face with his hand, the familiar ridges of his callouses pressing against your skin as he molded his mouth to yours. He pulled back just as abruptly, eyes wide with the realization of the wounds he had reopened and muttered, “Sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” you whispered, entwining your fingers with his on the workbench. Not yet able to meet his gaze, you clarified, “Don’t apologize. Not for that, at least.”

“Y/N-”

“No, actually, you know what?” You finally dared to look up at him, taking in the scruff dotting his cheeks and the dark circles beneath his lower lids that no doubt mirrored your own. Hot tears brimmed at your water line as you continued with a ferocity, “You don’t get to turn those pretty blue eyes on me and kiss me and make me forget about the terrible month I’ve had without you. I’m so mad at you. So mad.” You punctuated this thought with a sharp prod to his firm chest. “I wanted you to fight for me. For us. But no! You decided the best course of action was inaction, and I had to be the bad guy. And you know what the worst fucking part about all this is?”

He bit the inside of his cheek, shaking his head before pulling you into his arms. You melted into his embrace, all of the fight draining out of you as you confessed, “I’m not really mad at you. I’m mad at myself for being so naive.”

“Oh, my love,” he breathed out, squeezing you tight until your tears subsided. “You deserve so much better.”

Pulling back so you could look into his shiny eyes, you huffed, “That’s just it, you idiot. I want you to be better.” Lifting your joined hands to your lips, you pressed kisses to his knuckles before whispering, “I need you to choose me, just like I choose you every day. I want to build a life with you, to grow old with you-”

“One of us is already old,” he cut in with a cheeky grin, forcing a laugh out of you.

“Fine,” you amended, “I want to grow older with you, grumpy.”

“I want that, too,” he confessed quietly, the intensity in his eyes stealing your breath away. “The thing is, angel, I did choose you. I just thought you would be better off without me, and that if you left you’d be angry instead of hurt.”

“You- what?” you spluttered. “I should smack you upside the head for that, you stupid, infuriating man. What kind of dumb reverse psychology is that, Jethro? I just thought you would be better off without me,” you mimicked in a deep voice. Jabbing your finger into his chest again, you repeated, “Stupid.”

Grabbing your outraged finger as leverage, he pulled you closer and pressed his lips against yours once more, hands coming up to cup your cheeks and thumbs rubbing soothingly against your skin until your righteous anger boiled down to a controlled simmer. You let out a sigh as his mouth left yours, then beckoned him forward again. “One more.” He placed a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Another.” This time, the opposite side. “Keep ‘em coming.” He chuckled warmly before dotting gentle kisses all over your face until you graced him with a smile.

“Honey, listen,” Jethro said, growing serious as he guided you back down to sit across from him but keeping a firm grip on your hand, “I know I went about this in entirely the wrong way, and I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life making up for it.”

“Yeah, you’d better,” you grumbled playfully, squeezing his hand.

“And you know I’m not big on moon phases and star signs and all that-”

“We’ll work on it.”

Fixing you with a look and tweaking your nose affectionately, he continued, “But I’m pretty sure most people don’t get lucky enough to find two soulmates in one lifetime. Shannon would never let me hear the end of it if I let you get away again.”

“Oh, Jet,” you sighed, leaning forward to press your forehead against his. “The day I realized I was in love with you, I made your girls a promise that I would take care of you. Help me keep that promise, okay?”

“I will,” he whispered, two simple words, a solemn pledge. “Now let’s go upstairs so you can tell me what I’ve missed and call me stupid a bunch more times.”

“Deal,” you laughed, taking his hand so he could help you up. “Can I just check the answering machine real quick before we-”

“Nope,” Jethro cut you off, pulling you into his side and squeezing your hip as you ascended the stairs together. “I’m keeping that message forever. Maybe even quote it in my vows one day.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

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[cinnamonest]

No no, because yandere Adachi has so much potential. Like imagine him getting attached to just some convenience store worker he sees daily on his way home. He’d be friendly, kind, and even warn her of being safe on her way home because of the killer loose. Oh? You’re near the end of your shift? Why not just let him take you home? He’s a cop, after all. He’s trustworthy. darling would never see it coming whenever he knocks her out and drags her into his apartment. He’d be so very cruel, too. Never taking her gag off, threatening her for one wrong move. He’d expect her to play right into his fantasies (be too frightened of him to fight back and then act just like a perfect wife/girlfriend, no misbehaving needed) while acting completely insufferable.

I have like an endless amount of ideas/scenarios for this.

(Crazy that I did not even remember what day it is/notice the perfect timing until just now as I was copying this to post, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOHRU ADACHI)

YOU get it anon. Also PLEASE share those ideas, same goes to all 2 of my fellow Adachi appreciators here, because I have so much to say about this awful man. I'm just gonna ramble a bit here

//nasty stuff here, the usual but extra dark/intense because this is Adachi we’re talking about so how could it not be

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Tohru absolutely utilizes his status as a cop to his advantage. He knows it adds an element of social trust, that you won't be as on-guard with him as you would any other guy. He’s there to protect the general public, to apprehend bad guys — of course he’s a good guy!

He loves that you appreciate it — that adorable little voice, before you got to know him well enough to go by a name-basis, where you'd say ‘thank you officer! Have a great day!’ whenever he stops by the store.

So cute, so pure, so innocent, he thinks.

He wants to ruin you.

The man has some violent, violent thoughts. He doesn't even try to keep things pure and wholesome when he thinks about you, nor even limited to normal perversions. The very day he meets you, he goes home and spends the rest of the day jerking off to imagining your squeals and cries and tears with his hands around your throat. Oh, how he wants to feel you struggle, afraid and confused and the way you'd feel so betrayed when the policeman you trusted to keep you safe is balls deep in every hole you have, holding you down with ease. You look like you'd be weak. God, it would be so easy—

No, it will. It will be so easy, because he will do it.

You're probably not aware of it either. Most girls aren't, he thinks, they have no idea how weak and easily overpowered they are. He of all people would know — even when they're fighting for their lives, they’re so weak.

But you should be weak. It’s cute. Just like how you should be scared, innocent, sweet, obedient… the man definitely is the type to construct an unrealistic idea of darling in his head as perfect, someone who has no flaws in his mind, and he would absolutely have a “purity” fixation… so if that illusion is shattered in any way, he becomes very spiteful.

Canonically, he develops a crush over a woman he doesn’t even know and feels entitled to women on sheer principle of liking them, going to the extent of a woman having her own life as a “betrayal”… you’re not exempt from the exact same thing.

So God forbid he find out you’ve ever had a boyfriend or lover of any kind in the past… or worse… he’s going home one day, expecting to see his adorable beloved and wave to her from the street, only to spot her hugging and holding hands with some other guy? To realize that she's had a boyfriend this whole time?

Oh, he loses it. No outwardly — not yet — but he goes home, punches a wall, seethes and paces around for a while before moping in bed for some time.

It’s like a switch flipped in his head. Ugh. It’s like a betrayal. How could you… and as he mopes, it becomes so very obvious that this was intentional. You led him on on purpose. What were you thinking, being nice to him? You obviously wanted him to like you. It feels malicious, it’s painful.

You’re so stupid, so naive. Dumb little whore. Don’t you realize you’re playing with fire? Didn’t you think about the consequences your actions would have?

Because oh, will they have consequences. No way is he letting you get away with doing this to him. You’ll pay for what you’ve done.

He entertains that idea at the peak of his bitter wallowing — it would be just as easy as before. You probably have a TV set in your home. He could break in and just…

No. Dammit, he’s already too attached to you. He’s known you personally for a while now. He can’t do that. He wants to keep you.

It’s okay… well, no, it’s not okay, but he’s a very generous guy, you know. If you apologize and beg good enough, he’ll even consider forgiving you.

And you do. You squirm and cry and claw at his hands when he holds you up by your throat. It’s not good enough the first time, but when he squeezes down hard and tells you to try harder, asks you if that’s the best you can do, you finally get it right, finally say how sorry you are and properly beg for him to not kill you.

It’s enough to adequately make amends and begin the atonement process, at least. You’ll have the rest of your lives together to complete that process.

He makes good use of you, after bringing you home. Darling is the perfect little squeeze toy to him. He deals with a lot of stress, you know? He spends all day getting yelled at and pushed around by Dojima, and underneath the bumbling airhead act, it makes him seethe. He used to go home and break things, punch walls, throw things… but now he doesn't have to do that. He can just take all that stress out on you and your poor holes.

Holding your head down with a painful grip in your hair with one hand, holding your hips up and jerking your body back against his, nails digging into your flesh with the other, ramming into you over and over until your insides are sore and raw. Or holding your head firmly in place as you gag and cough and try to pull your head away, fucking your throat with not even an ounce of mercy, jerking your head down all the way and holding it there when he cums down your throat.

The stress relief is verbal, too. Oh, he's so, so mean, calls you every degrading term you can think of when he's rutting into you.. but it also comes out outside of those times too. He vents to you, whether you care to really listen or not. Just goes on and on about everything that upsets him, how much he hates this and that, how he wishes this or that person would just die so he wouldn't have to deal with them anymore… you never really know how to respond, but thankfully he doesn't actually seem to be looking for much of a response, more just someone to listen to him. In truth, it almost makes you feel a little bad for him... but you try to stave off such thoughts.

But that's just his default. That's when he's having a decent day, just the natural amount of stress he has. When he's had a bad day, it's much worse.

You learn to tell when he's had a bad day the moment he walks through the door — you hear how harsh each motion is, how he opens and closes the door, his footsteps, even his breathing as he makes his way over to you. The gruff ‘come here’ as he storms over to you, the harshness with which you're dragged over to bed and thrown down.

Those days are more violent — you end up with scratches and bites and bruises all over your body, strands of hair coming out where he pulled so hard, holes twitching and spasming and cum pouring out of you as you lay there exhausted and sore (as for him, though, he's out like a light as soon as it's over, and the grip he keeps on you means you're not getting up again either).

Being a cop also gives him a lot of tools most people wouldn't have access to. He has easy access to handcuffs and weapons. The handcuffs keep you however he wants you positioned, and he'll use some on your ankles too if need be.

He’s used the stun gun on his belt as a threat plenty of times — you used to think he was bluffing, but one day you go too far and it turns out it's not a bluff at all. It's a horrible, horrible sensation… but even worse is the way he laughs while he shocks you, exhilarated by — and probably, honestly, getting off to — the way you squeal and spasm.

Unfortunately, it awakens something — maybe he could use it on you more often, put it right up to your most sensitive places and see how you react… although not without building up dread and anticipation first, pressing it to your skin so that you beg and cry and he taunts you so mercilessly, with that awful awful smile on his face, before pushing the button and hearing you cry.

...But he's not always so awful. He still includes you in his normal life, at least. You almost wish he didn't. It's this oddly domestic vibe, once all the brutality of the day is out and he's tired and bored.

You talk — at first you kept being annoying and pesting him about letting you go, to which — much to your dread, a pit in your stomach every time he says it — he tells you you're never leaving, so shut up about it. But eventually, with no one else to interact with, you talk about all sorts of things, sometimes almost feeling like a normal conversation with a friend. He brings home food for you, and admittedly, you're almost surprised by the fact that he actually does ask what you want and gets you something different from what he gets based on your tastes. You didn't expect that sort of consideration.

You watch TV (he keeps you chained out of actual reach of the TV itself, just in case you get any ideas), the news (only for him to awkwardly change the channel when your disappearance was being discussed on local news), he even takes your request once or twice to pick up a movie to watch (although he's very critical, particularly if it's too ‘girly’ for his tastes).

But he's still so, so mean, such a bully. You have a lot of time to reflect on it all, and one day you confront him with it — tell him that you know that the reason he does all of this to you, the reason he can't just be normal is because he's bitter and spiteful and afraid of rejection. At first, you sound angry — and as you speak, the way his face contorts with disgust and fury makes you think you may just push him over the edge to actually kill you, and frankly, at this point, it's something you're willing to accept.

But then, tears in your eyes, voice growing quieter, you add—

I really liked you… I thought you were a good guy…

That makes him pause. He gets quiet. You see his face fall to an expression you can't quite name, eyes half-lidded and mouth pulled into a taut line.

Finally, he shrugs, giving you a cruel, snide grin.

Not my fault you were so stupid.

That's all the response you get, and remarkably, that last comment seems to make him let go of being infuriated over everything else you said. For a moment, though, you swear you catch him looking down at the ground with a miserable expression, as if those words actually had a profound effect on him… but it lasts only a second — as soon as he catches you looking at him, his eyes fixate on you again, that smile you hate so much comes creeping back, and your heart sinks as he takes agonizingly slow footsteps over to your helpless, shivering little form….

#.persona #he would be 40 years old today based on his canon DOB 🥺 #this is just tip of the iceberg thoughts though... i have more ill get to eventually #also i really like the thought of cop!yanderes in general #theres a lot of potential there

[ghost-in-the-corner]

When TikTok started becoming a thing in Gotham, Bruce preemptively put a ban on it for all the Bats. He even wrote some code ensuring that it couldn't be downloaded on any of their vigilante tech. He knew his kids.

But sometimes, Bruce would forget how damn smart his kids are.

Tim and Babs pulled a couple all nighters. They needed to find a way that would not only allow them to post TikToks underneath Bruce's watch, but that it also had a strong enough firewall so Bruce couldn't do a thing about it. Soon enough, they created an app that could be put onto their patrol phones, allowing them to post TikToks to their verified accounts all completely untraceable.

Not even an hour after it was done, there were 3 different videos of Nightwing doing different TikTok dances (with a few extra embellishments, naturally).

Surprisingly, the next video up was from Black Bat, who snuck up on Nightwing during one of the dances. He screamed and fell flat on his face.

Over the next few nights, all of the Batkids take insane amounts of videos, mostly of each other. There's

dance trends done in very impossible ways

Robin promoting different shelter pets

reviews of each other's moves and costumes

Red Robin posted a few sleep deprived rants that too many people stitch and overanalyze

commentary on various things around Gotham

Spoiler doing that ambushing people with questions thing

constant Batman/Justice League trashing

Red Hood's Joker distrack

Signal has a couple popular videos rating different local restaurants

tips on weapons and self defense

positive affirmations

Nightwing and Harley Quinn's disasterous fashion series

and way too many swear words from Red Hood and Bluebird

Naturally, all of their accounts blew up. The most popular one is Oracle's, since she posts videos of the Batfamily's biggest patrol fails whenever she was mad at someone. Or got bored during patrol. Or it was a day that ended in y.

When Bruce tried to put a stop to it, everyone just ignored him. Eventually, he resigned to his fate, and all of the Bats found pure joy in making videos with him moping in the background, or the even more popular Batman standing in the middle and grumbling while Red Robin and Black Bat floss next to him.

#i found this in my drafts #i believe it to be relevant after the revelation of the nightwing pride variant cover #dc #batfam #batfam social media #batfamily #batman #bruce wayne #nightwing #dick grayson #oracle #batgirl #barbara gordon #red hood #jason todd #red robin #tim drake #spoiler #stephanie brown #orphan #black bat #cassandra cain #robin #damian wayne #signal #duke thomas #bluebird #harper row #alfred pennyworth #shit i'm surprised i fit all the tags

[addledmongoose]

Good Omens Fanfic Friday (05 Apr 2024)

Almost everything this week is canon-compliant/adjacent. For a change there's only one human AU.

Nice And Ominous: a reluctant eschatology of the Second Attempt (series) (84K currently; Rated T/E)

Every so often there comes along a week where I'm absolutely ecstatic to recommend something. I spend all week in anticipation of sharing it with everyone in the hopes they'll love it as much as I do. This week, it's this series, a three-part post-S2 that definitely deserves way more kudos and attention than it currently has.

Part I (rated T) is from Crowley's POV and focuses on him slowly healing from the heartache of losing his angel. He learns to be friends with Maggie and Nina, becomes like a big brother to Muriel, and even gains an almost-friendship with Eric. The story isn't as angsty as it sounds, though Crowley doesn't always have the healthiest coping mechanisms (a tendency to drink and drive across the world). The author does a great job of not putting all the breakup blame on Aziraphale. You can always tell the difference between Crowley blaming Aziraphale in a story and the author blaming him.

Part II (rated T) is from Aziraphale's POV. This story is definitely more angsty that Part I. Aziraphale's up there doing is best, but with only one real (human) friend back on Earth to rely on and trust, he's mostly on his own. Just as with Part I, the author doesn't put the entirety of the blame for the breakup on Crowley any more than he does Aziraphale. Be warned that it ends in a cliffhanger.

Part III (mostly rated T but some E) is still incomplete, but the author posts weekly and the story is already written, so I feel confident we'll see the end. I can't say much about the plot of this one without serious spoilers, but if you read the first two parts you'll definitely want to read Part III. It hurts at times. A lot. If you need mostly fluff right now, this isn't the one for you. (The rest of today's list is pure fluff, though, because I needed it after obsessing over this story).

If you don't like to be left hanging on a story, read Part I, but hold off on Part II until Part III is complete. It won't be too long; the author has already released two chapters since I started writing this note (7 of 14).

This series is incredibly well-written. It's almost certain to make my year-end best-of list, as it's easily one of the best "what happens next" after Aziraphale leaves for Heaven. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all week.

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Break the Rules (1.4K; Rated G)

Aziraphale has a beard. Crowley loses his mind.

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In Love We Rise (11K; Rated E)

One of two AJ_Constantine stories on my list this week filled with fluff and gorgeous writing. It's Easter Sunday and Aziraphale is feeling a little down about the holiday. Crowley decides to cheer him up.

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Bad Communications (series) (15K; Rated T)

Funny post-S2 three-part series where Crowley and Aziraphale are made to realize (by Nina/Maggie and Muriel respectively) that they might not have communicated with each other as clearly as they thought during the Final 15. I particularly love how Muriel is written here.

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Heaven On Wheels (3K; Rated M)

Aziraphale buys a Scoopy moped and convinces Crowley to go for a ride. The author, CopperBeech, describes it as "a sappy, happy, old-fashioned s1-compliant (and s2-defiant) post-Nopocalypse getting-together fic."

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Caramel Delight (16K; Rated E)

Human AU. Another wonderful bit of fluff from AJ_Constantine. Crowley is delighted when his terrible neighbors move out and even more delighted when he sees his new neighbor is a gorgeous blond man. The neighborly thing to do would be to bring over a jar of his Nan's caramel sauce as a welcome to the neighborhood gift, of course. Crowley is really dense here; hilariously so. The "they share one brain cell" tag would be appropriate, but Aziraphale is the only one using it.

#good omens fanfiction #fanfic friday

[covenofwives]

Relaxing with the Gods: Kneading

GeorgeHD is having trouble falling asleep, not at all helped by DreamXD's hands refusing to keep still while he sleeps. Sapnap4K is also no help at all but he's absolutely delighted to be there.

I was going to hold off posting for a while, but you're all adorably cute today so the fic goes up. Another for the RwtG series, lets go!

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When HD had slept alone, for years, with only his blankets and pillows he had been warm. Now, with two bedmates, HD knew that the time before hadn’t even been close to warm.

The God of the End, DreamXD, was pressed against HD’s back. His double set of arms were wrapped around HD’s waist and his head rested on the back of HD’s shoulder. His breathing was soft and every few minutes he’d give of a gentle snore.

The God of the Nether, Sapnap4K, was in front of HD, hugging around both him and XD (because he was stupidly big enough) and pulled HD into their chest. His heartbeat was strong and warm against HD’s ear and his breath would tickle the top of HD’s head every once in a while.

This was warmth. Shared between two of his closest friends in a moment of pure trust. This was the memory HD would think back to when he was alone and needed something to ground him. GeorgeHD, the missing-in-action God of the Overworld, felt himself very lucky.

While HD was usually the first one to fall asleep, this time it didn’t come so naturally to him. Every once in a while, XD would shuffle slightly. It wasn’t enough to bother HD at all, but when he shuffled, the younger God would move away from HD each time. His arms were still around HD and his head close enough that HD could feel his breath, but slowly and slowly he was moving further away.

It was a stupid thing to get hung up on, but HD couldn’t help it. XD moved further and further away from him and HD mind wouldn’t stop connecting the dots that probably weren’t there.

4K and XD becoming friends was unavoidable after they met. 4K liked the younger God and was curious about him and XD seemed hesitant at first but that was a short lived obstacle. He was enamoured with 4K just as quickly and with the Nether God’s annoyingly impressive skill for conversation, they became friends fast.

Even today, as HD and XD were hanging out and XD was filling HD in on some stuff on the Overworld, 4K showed up and XD’s eyes lit up with a new excitement. His smile was wider and he repeated his story to 4K with new vigour.

HD couldn’t be too mad at the younger God. His own friendship with 4K was fast growing as well and why shouldn’t it have been? 4K was kind, strong, brave, and selfless. And gorgeous. HD’s mind added unhelpfully. Yes, true, but that wasn’t the point.

The point was 4K and XD seemed destined to be friends, and that was great. But they could hang out anywhere at any time where as they had to visit HD personally. They could go on adventures and HD wouldn’t leave his colourful realm. They were learning and growing with one another. HD was being left behind…

The arms around HD suddenly closed more in on them, pulling them closer into 4K’s chest. The Nether God’s lips pressed to the top of HD’s head, too quick to be done in sleep and HD realised he was awake.

“I promise you, whatever you are thinking is not as bad as it seems.” 4K mumbled to the top of HD’s head. He pulled back slowly, letting out a gentle huff. “What’s wrong?”

“Why does anything need to be wrong?” HD said. He was embarrassed he was caught moping, but also kept his voice quiet to not wake XD behind him.

4K had his voice quiet too. A small whispered conversation between the Gods. “Because I can hear your thoughts. I know you. Your breathing gets short whenever you over think.”

HD was thankful his face was hidden so 4K couldn’t see his cheeks light up. Of course 4K would notice that. He was so observant and smart and altruistic and he’d give up his own sleep to make sure his friends slept soundly.

“So what’s wrong?” The Nether God prompted again when HD was silent. “It will make you feel better. I promise.”

Small fangs chewed on HD’s bottom lip, trying to find the words to speak. There was no use denying it, now he just had to word it in a way that didn’t make HD seem like a selfish idiot.

“Just having thoughts about…our friendship.”

He could feel 4K stiffen at that and tried to quickly carry on. “Well, not like…yours and ours. Like all of us. Me, you and XD. Specifically you and XD’s friendship.”

“Why? Is there something wrong with it?” 4K asked with no hint of judgement.

“No.” HD quickly answered and softly shrugged his shoulder to not dislodge XD. “I dunno…was jealous I guess.

“Jealous?” The word came out like it was last thing 4K expected to hear. He started shuffling himself down, to come face to face with HD, which did not help HD’s blush. “Jealous of what?” 4K’s eyes flick to HD’s blush and the colour of his cheeks. Clearly it was a good colour, because 4K grinned. “Naww, did you think I wouldn’t spend time with you anymore?”

4K tried to move in to cuddle, making HD groan as quietly as he could. “N-No! Shut up, idiot.” He bat 4K away, only because moving backwards was impossible. “I wasn’t jealous for you… I was jealous of you.”

It was always amusing to watch the tall imposing God of the Nether make such adorable reactions. His long eyelashes fluttered with his rapid blinks. “M-Me? Jealous of me?”

“Yes.” HD nodded. “I liked having XD around. He would always be by my side. He’s spent more time with you recently-And I’m not saying I want you to stop hanging out! I’m not. It’s just…different.”

“You miss him.” It wasn’t a question and 4K’s voice was even.

“Well…yeah. I don’t know.” HD carefully shrugged again. “He’s got such an infectious joy. It’s almost childish. Innocent in a way. Makes me want to protect him. To keep that joy safe.”

“Like a big brother.”

“Hmm…” HD hummed, not exactly in agreement but he wasn’t denying it. Maybe there was some truth to it. He worried about XD when he was gone and always wanted to hear what the younger God was up to, even if he never outwardly showed it. He’d fuss over XD when the younger God came to the colourful realm all dishevelled and hair a mess. He’d heal XD’s wounds and scold him for being so careless. HD supposed he was acting as an older brother, though HD never had a younger brother before to really know if that’s how they acted.

Or…had he? Surely not. That was something far too important to forget. He’d remember it…them. Right?

“I know what you mean.” 4K’s voice cut through the cloud of uncomfortable thoughts gathering in HD’s head and made the starry haired God focus. “XD is…different. They didn’t go what we went through. And hey, I’m still the life of the party of course but there is something oddly pure about them. Something you just want to nurture.”

“Yes…” HD agreed in a breath and XD moved again.

They shuffled again, slightly turning their side but HD reached back and stopped it this time.

He placed his hand carefully on XD’s side and with the softest force, pulled the blonde God more into him. He was really leading the sleeping God, but XD responded exactly how HD hoped. His chest touched HD’s back again and he let out a low whine before shuffling to fully press against HD’s back. His lower arms repositioned around HD’s waist, getting a tighter hold and he sighed happily.

“Naaww, see?” 4K cooed in his soft whisper voice. “He still needs his big brother GeorgeHD to cuddle to in his sleep. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Shut up, idiot.” HD huffs but he’s smiling and tilting his head down into his robes to hide it. “Go to sleep.”

“Hmm. I will. After you fall asleep.” 4K promised but closed his eyes.

HD’s heart warmed to 4K’s care, and it settled any lingering worries they had. Of course he had nothing to worry about. XD would never forget HD so quickly, and 4K would never let it happen either. HD was loved, and lucky and they settled down to let that thought lull him into a good sleep.

Or it would have been a good sleep, if the nails had not brushed against his side, sending up a shudder through his body and a yelp out of his mouth.

“What happened?!” 4K worried, his hands crowded at HD’s shoulders.

“Its…nothing. It’s fine…” HD said after gaining control of his voice. He was quiet again, to not wake XD, and 4K calmed as well. “XD’s…nails.”

“His nails?” 4K asked.

“Yes they just moved and-AAhaha!”

The coursing electricity came again. Striking through HD’s nerves and giggling out of his lips. XD’s hands moved again. His nails softly scratched along HD’s sides, tickling him, but unlike before it didn’t just stop with one scratch. XD’s palm pressed onto his sides, and his fingers stretched in and out slowly. His fingers pressed in to HD’s skin, kneading and tickling while his nails followed after, leaving a tickly trail behind.

“H-Hehe’s kneading me.”

“Kneading you?” 4K’s voice went higher with amusement, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Y-Yehesss…” It was harder and harder to keep his voice quiet. XD’s lower set of hands kneaded around HD’s sides. The top ones started to knead around his ribs. “Hehe’s tickling mehehe…” HD giggled helplessly.

“Is he still asleep?” 4K’s smile was taunting. “Oh my God he is. That’s like…the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s tickling you in his sleep!”

The Nether God’s voice kept to a whisper volume but it didn’t stop his giddiness from dripping in every word. It worked up HD’s cheeks into a burning blush, and desperation in his plea. “H-Hehelp me! S-Stohop hihiHIhim!”

Every once in a while XD would knead into that spot right in the centre of HD’s side. That spot that drove every nerve in his body wild and told him to kick and claw and get away from whatever was causing this madness. But it was XD who was causing it. A sleeping XD and despite how maddening it was, HD didn’t want to disturb XD’s sleep. Having the blonde God wake up and realise what he was doing would be mortifying.

“What do you want me to do?” 4K asked, his voice completely playful which meant the question was half serious.

“Juhust move their aharmssss.” HD bit back the laugh that welled in his chest. He couldn’t help the giggling, but if he laughed and move too much it would wake XD. “Gehet them off mehe.”

“Hmm, but if I move them, they might wake up.” 4K’s smile turned into a grin as he got a wicked idea. HD opened his mouth to warn him against whatever idea he had, but at that moment XD’s upper hands kneaded into one of his lower ribs and all that came out was a surprised yelp. When his giggling calmed down, 4K already moved to put his plan into action.

He was closer now, pushed close to HD as his hand slipped under the starry haired God’s neck and reached XD. His nails lightly tickled under the End God’s chin, moving from the tip of his chin to the back of his jaw.

The response was a mix of purring and laughter. Soft breathy chuckles that melded into the purring and XD stretched his head up, leaning into the hand and allowing more space for the claws to get to. And the kneading increased.

HD bit his lips to stop the laugh pouncing out his throat. He nearly missed 4K teasingly asking: ‘did it work’. HD only spoke when he was sure he wouldn’t be howling with laughter. “N-Noho! You’re m-mahaking it wohohohorse.”

“Aw damn.” 4K sighed, not sorry at all. “Maybe if I tickle him, he’ll stop tickling you!”

HD had no time to hiss ‘no’ as XD’s nails grazed on that soft spot in the middle of their sides and they had to clamp their mouth shut. 4K took that time to stretch his other arm over HD and he began to skitter his fingers up and down XD’s side.

Whatever 4K plan was for “help” had the opposite effect. Instead of moving back from the tickles, the four arms around HD’s waist tightened, and XD pulled himself in closer against HD’s back. His hands didn’t stop their kneading , instead they tensed up so it was mostly his nails scraping against the soft sides. Which was the opposite of help.

Now it wasn’t just 4K’s coos from in front of him he dealt with, XD’s breathy laughter was behind him. The younger God’s giggling was warming the back of HD’s neck and tingling down his spine.

“F-Fohour kaaaahahay!”

“Is it working?!”

“N-Nohoho!”

 The sleeping God mumbled a laugh behind them again. His breath warmed against HD’s neck but there were words in his laughter this time.

“H… H-H… D-Dehehe…” XD chuckled against HD’s shoulder. HD froze. His cheeks burned red. “Th…thahahat ti-cklessss…”

Looking to 4K was a mistake. He was grinning so wide HD was surprised his face wasn’t splitting in two. “Sh-Shuhush!” HD tried to hide 4K’s face, but even with his hands somewhat covering over 4K’s face, he could see the smile reach into his orange eyes and he pushed through HD’s hands to uncover his face.

“How often are you tickling him, HD? The poor God’s having nightmares about it!” 4K teased in a sing-song voice.

“Sh-uhut yohour mohohouth!”

“I should be a little offended though. He doesn’t even recognise me tickling him.” His bottom lip jutted out in a huffy pout despite him still smiling. “I’ve got it!”

4K’s voice suddenly picked up, and even with his sides being attacked and XD giggling against his shoulder, HD worried the younger God was going to wake up. He couldn’t worry on that for long though as 4K had a suddenly pulled himself in closer.

It seemed impossible that 4K could get any closer, but he had snuggled his way forward. He pressed his face against HD’s neck. His lips were against HD’s skin. The scratchy ends of his beard tickled HD’s collarbones, made worse as 4K opened his mouth and pressed his fangs along the sensitive spot between HD’s neck and shoulder.

“F-Fohour KAHAY!” HD squealed, without care for XD’s sleeping anymore. His heart thundered against his chest, feeling like it was about to burst out. His breath caught in his throat and his cheeks burned as his thoughts ran wild. But his thought bubble was burst as soon as 4K’s fangs touched on his skin and started nibbling down HD’s shoulder.

“I can’t move him, cause he’ll wake up. But if you are wiggling around so much, you’ll move him off yourself!” 4K explained like it was an obvious solution.

“Y-Yohour juhust making s-stuhuff UP!”

4K’s fangs caught onto a sensitive spot at the front of HD’s neck and dove right back in after the giggling squeal told him he hit the right spot.

HD was just a few tickles away from full out thrashing. His thoughts to keep quiet and let XD sleep were wiped from his mind as he rolled, wriggled and squealed to 4K’s fangs dancing along his neck. He was sure his heartbeat could be heard as it thundered against his rib cage, but it silenced with a gasp and HD heard a groan behind him, and the hands kneading along his sides stilled for the moment.

“HD…?” XD’s voice slurred with sleep.

4K had stopped his tickling. His fangs stilled and he pulled back, watching HD with the widest grin as HD’s face was burning up to a deep red.

“Look who’s awake~” 4K spoke up before HD could calm his thoughts to. His voice was all soft with coos and purrs and his hand reached up to XD’s face, stroking over his cheek.

“Hmm…” XD’s mind was still foggy with sleep but he leaned over to the hand offering comfort. “W-Wha…”

“You were just so cute in your sleep, Blondie. Snuggling up to HD…”

“4K…” HD warned, his voice low

“Kneading into his sides.” 4K finished, grinning to HD’s warning.

“W-What? I was…” XD shook the last of sleep from his head. He looked down to his lower set of arms around HD’s waist, and his hands still very much half kneaded into HD’s sides.

It clicked all at once and XD’s face turned red.

“I-I’m so sorry!” XD stuttered and tried to unwrap his arms from HD. Before he could though his wrists were suddenly grabbed, and his arms pulled back around by 4K. “4K! What are…!”

“Don’t be sorry, it was absolutely adorable.” 4K purred. “And HD absolutely loved it, didn’t you HD?”

“4K!” HD snapped. “You are pushing it!”

“It is not my fault you two are simply too adorable.” 4K huffed, though his pout was very put on. He shuffled his way forward, snuggling under HD’s chin and deliberately ignoring HD’s growls. “I can’t help it if you two are the cutest things ever when being tickled.”

HD grunted, but his actions were limited with 4K snuggling in front of him and XD pulled against his back.

“I-I am sorry though…” XD spoke again, and even without looking HD could picture their soft apologetic expression.

“It’s alright…” HD mumbled. “It was…cute.”

“I knew it!” 4K squeaked, shaking HD with his excitement. “I knew you liked it!”

“4K!” HD warned again, though this time his voice was more exasperated than growly. “We are sleeping now.”

“I can’t help it, I’m all giddy over how cute you are!”

A flush of red washed over HD’s cheeks, but it faded fast with a sudden idea. “Oh…well, we can help you with that.”

4K’s eyebrow raised, his eyes flickering over HD’s cheeks, reading something in the colours and his curious expression morphed to a nervous smile. “H-Hehehe Dehehe…”

“XD.” HD spoke, completely ignoring 4K’s giggles. In one swift move he was out of 4K’s arms and suddenly settled in behind the Nether God. He was so quick XD was also stunned, looking at the space in front of himself before back up to HD. “Would you like some revenge?”

XD’s smile suddenly lit up while 4K stutted. “R-Revehenge?! I helped you both!”

“Oh so helpful you were.” HD whispered into 4K’s ear, watching it cutely twitch. “I seem to remember when I asked for help in getting XD off me, you instead tickled XD. Then you had the brilliant idea to tickle me as well.”

“I-I was hehelping get hihim off…” 4K squirmed between the two. He yelped when XD suddenly grabbed onot his sides. “E-Ehehex Deeee…”

“I thought I was being tickled in my dreams.” XD said, seemingly shaking the sleep fast when tickling 4K became an option. “Should have known it was you.”

4K snorted, just holding back a laugh. But it was a taunting laugh, not a nervous one. “Funny, cause you were mumbling HD’s name when you were tickl-EEEEEE!”

HD quickly dug into 4K’s bottom ribs. He kneaded and vibrated his fingers over the sensitive ribs as 4K roared with laughter.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHE DEHEHEHEHE! F-FuHUhuHUHUCK! Y-Yohohou wehehehent r-rihihi-AAAHAHAHAHA! EH-EHEHEX DEHEHEHE?!”

The younger God had blushed to 4K’s words but seeing the attack he quickly joined in, squeezing up and down 4K’s sides and overwhelming the Nether God with loud, boisterous laughter.

There was pleading between 4K’s laughter, but HD knew if he’d given the God even just a second more to talk, he’d probably be begging for more tickling. He was hardly fighting back, or wiggling away. Even as he raised an arm to cover his red face, he was leaving his armpit clearly open. Which HD still took of course.

The tickling didn’t last for long as all the Gods were tired; despite how fun it was to tickle the tickle-loving God. 4K turned onto his back, his two arms curled around the God’s as they snuggled into his sides. He fell asleep first, with a stupid happy smile on his face. XD fell asleep not long after. He apologised again and again to HD for tickling him, despite how many times HD told him it was fine. Eventually it took one of HD’s helper hands scratching over XD’s scalp to calm him and lure him back to sleep again.

It took a while longer for HD to sleep. He was in a loop of watching the two God’s sleep, his mind racing through a million sappy thoughts while his eyes wandered up to 4K snoring soundly. Eventually HD snuffled up to nuzzled his way under 4K’s chin, and he fell asleep when he felt a sleepy kiss pressed to the top of his head.

#dsmp tickle #lee!georgehd #ler!dreamxd #ler!sapnap4k #ler!georgehd #lee!sapnap4k #godsiblingau #covenofwords

[cherryxcadbury]

Idk if you write for TAA but I thought in which you’re famous maybe like a writer or idk. Not model or singer, something different because people are delighted that he didn’t choose a “fake” girl, because you’re smart and show in his games every time you can.

this is my oldest request, from almost a year ago. apologies anon.

y/n-your name

2nd person pov

Post match meant time to celebrate and relax. Usually anyways.

It was Sunday, the day after the champions league final, where Liverpool had lost to Real Madrid.

Since then, all the WAGs, players, and coaching staff had made it home from Paris.

And currently, a smaller group of you were gathered around the sitting room of the Van Dijk’s home. Virgil and his wife Rike, stood ready to get whatever anyone needed as hosts.

Captain Jordan Henderson & his wife Rebecca were seated, squished on a small seat.

Andy Robertson, your boyfriend’s best friend was on the floor with a beer in hand, with his wife Rachel seated right behind him on a chair.

As for you and Trent, you two were seated on a slightly smaller sofa, squished, but content.

Usually Mo and his wife, who you’d spent lots of time talking to, managed to find time to come to these gatherings but their daughter had fallen ill.

“I just dunno how the fans will receive us.” Jordan confessed, with his head in his hands.

“If I were a fan I’d want to physically assault myself after yesterday.” Andy groaned.

“I fucked up bad.” Trent mumbled into your ear.

You lightly slapped his knee, telling him not to think such thoughts.

“Heads up guys. We win as a team, we lose as a team.” Virgil comforted everyone.

“You lot have got the FA cup parade tomorrow. That’s something to look forward to.” Rachel brought up, trying to add cheer to the conversation.

“Not the same as a champions league trophy.” Trent groaned.

Rebecca stood up, beckoning Rike & Virgil to sit down.

“We need to change the topic guys. If we keep talking about the defeat you guys are going to moping all the way until next season and into the World Cup.” She suggested.

“So change of topic anyone?” Andy asked, taking another swig of his beer.

“How about that Y/N’s latest book has just won a Pulitzer Prize.” Trent offered the newest bit of information.

You whipped your head in his direction. You hadn’t thought that he’d remember or had even noticed with all of the matches and finals going on.

When your eyes met Trent’s, all you could see in his face was pure love and joy.

“I’m so so proud of you.” He said into your ear.

Your heart swelled with happiness. You felt on top of cloud nine despite yesterday’s events in Paris.

“Y/N that’s amazing!” Virgil exclaimed.

“Was it Life as We Know it?” Rachel asked, referring to the novel of yours which had been an international success in the last year.

You nodded, “Yeah that was it.”

“I need to tell the team.” Jordan got out his phone and started texting rapidly.

You blushed, these very public gestures always made you feel shy. Shy but appreciated.

“This calls for a toast. Let me help with the drinks.” Rebecca, Rike, and Virgil made their ways to the kitchen to get some more wine and beer.

“WOOOO Y/N IS THE BEST WRITER EVER!” Andy’s hands shot up in the air and he started dancing around.

You and Trent looked over at each other. You tried to hide your laughter by snuggling into his chest, but it was impossible.

Andy was Andy. The loud, hilarious Scotsman.

*** “A toast. To Y/N. For making our dark days, brighten with some light.” Trent raised his glass, as the others followed.

You did the same, giving everyone a grateful smile, especially Trent.

You looked at everyone around you, they were happy yes. But as you squinted further you could still see the sad looks in their eyes. The stinging pain of the loss didn’t just go away like that.

“Thank you guys. I appreciate it, I really do. But it’s okay to feel bad for yourselves you know. A champions league final is a big thing. You can’t just get over it in less than twenty four hours. Don’t let me be the reason you have to suppress your emotions.” You told them honestly.

“The channels did say that you guys had quite a few things you needed to work on.” Rike responded.

“The different in caliber between us and Madrid was incredibly large.” Jordan agreed.

“Let’s hear them then.” Trent started.

“Y/N. You go first. You always have the best insight and you never share it with anyone except us.” Rachel began, gesturing to her, Rike, and Rebecca.

Trent shared a knowing smile with you. He knew how analytical you were. How easy it was for you to immediately spot the flaw in the lineup and what’s substitutions needed to be made.

“Well,” You sighed.

This wasn’t going to be easy. There was a lot.

“Your defense was lacking for the majority of the match. When they finally stepped up, it was too late. You guys didn’t press enough until the match was basically over. And essentially, you let yourself be outplayed. It didn’t help that Courtois was a wall of steal either.” You explained.

“You have a good back line for the most part. Just need to strengthen the weak areas, like tracking back. And as for up front, you need to work on converting those shots.” You finished.

“This is better insight than what Klopp gave us yesterday.” Jordan murmured.

“I’m texting everything you said to him right now. Thank you so much YN.” Virgil smiled, his thumbs rapidly moving on his smartphone screen.

Trent drew close to you and pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“My beautiful, intelligent girl. I’m so so lucky to have you.” He whispered into your ear.

“Thank you for mentioning the Pulitzer Prize. I thought you’d forgotten to be honest.” You confessed.

He rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re too incredible for me to forget anything about you. You’re on my mind every second of everyday.” Trent smiled at you.

“You guys are gross.” Andy furrowed his eyebrows at you and Trent, a small smile playing on his lips.

this is a bit of a mess. thank you for bearing w me

#trent alexander arnold #taa #alexander arnold #taa imagine #Trent Alexander Arnold imagine #Trent Alexander Arnold imagines #Trent Alexander Arnold fanfic #Trent Alexander Arnold x reader #Trent x reader #trent imagine #liverpool #england nt #champions league #football imagines #virgil van dijk

[fawnonthelam]

Finally saw “Wonka” this week (wanted to bring the nephew and neice patrol to see it closer to Christmas but there was some question about whether there would be too-scary parts for the sensitive ones but now having seen it, I think there was nothing that would be particularly scary for even very young children (old enough to sit through a movie, five or six), maybe some close-ups of sneering adults. However; no frightening imagery/characters or sequences.

My main takeaways:

Tenderness and optimism needed to make a comeback in family friendly fare, after the past few years of post COVID upheaval and the lingering bleak vibe that’s been shading culture, since. “Wonka” hits a sincere mark with its sweetness that feels like a cultural catharsis for weary families.

It’s also a gentle education for kids about organized corruption and how it works; what cartels are, how they develop, how people talk themselves into engaging in corruption or “selling out” based on interests and human weaknesses and snobbery. The villains in “Wonka” aren’t just caricatures, even at their most comedically buffoonish; the audience is shown how these figures developed their senses of entitlement and the excuses they make to themselves about why it’s okay to participate in corruption and abuse people (i.e., “it’s legal”, “you signed a contract”, “I have an addiction”, “if we don’t maintain absolute control our companies will collapse”, etc.)

Chalamet’s tone was just perfect for the origin story of this character. I haven’t seen such a convincing presentation of a childlike creative, since Ed Norton’s disarming portrayal of Sheldon Mopes in “Death to Smoochy.” It’s a hard line to walk, to play a character who is eccentric yet sweet, who connects with sincerely pure intentions to the dreams of children, without coming across as (even if only slightly) creepy. Chalamet convincingly comes across as a true friend to “Noodle” (a touchingly weary performance by Caleh Francie Lane) with a guardian instinct who is unwaveringly trustworthy. Wilder’s Wonka has long been known for his gently cynical, slightly demented sense of humor but by the end of the 1971 version, you see Wonka’s quietly bitter, sardonic facade crack and reveal the gooey center often found in those who build a hard exterior shell to deflect the pummeling cruelties of the world. When it’s revealed that all Wonka wanted was a child pure of heart to inherit his factory, “Wonka”(2023) shows us where that came from; his childhood heart had lead him to his dream (supported by the pure and unconditional love he remembered from his Mother). He’d nearly lost faith that such goodness could still exist in a cynical, shallow and materialistic modern world until he saw the sincerity and goodness in Charlie and it brought him back from his doubt. That is the Wonka we see in this film: The Wonka who believes. Overall, visually it was whimsical without being too strictly stylistic. There was an organic feel to costume design and spaces but subtly so. It didn’t feel cartoonishly dark, grimy or graphic as often seems the tendency in these “magical realism” type adaptations and/or productions. The fabrics look just natural enough, the visuals are bright without looking psychedelic or vintage carnivalesque. It just dips a toe into that for the dance sequences, (*Spoilers*!) chocolate shop reveal and zoo visit. There were many strong performances in it with a range of different comedic styles interweaving quite well but this was just my initial hot take on the film. I was most struck by how tender it was, credit Chalamet’s portrayal for setting that refreshing tone. This is indeed the Wonka we need right now and it will even make you like Wilder’s portrayal a little better when you see a continuity of principles and life’s purpose for the character.

#wonka 2023 #wonka movie #timothée chalamet #hugh grant #Calah francie lane #keegan michael key #olivia colman #paterson joseph #matt lucas #matthew baynton #rowan atkinson #sally hawkins #jim carter #natasha rothwell #Movies #film #movie #willy wonka

[celestialfantasiess]

Demon brothers: *calls out for sheep!MC* MC!

Sheep!MC: *happy sheep noises with happy smile on their face as they move towards the brothers, hopping towards the brothers with boing boing noises* (that's how sheep!MC normally walks)

How do the demon brothers react?

Requests: open <3

。lucifer 。

‣ Think it's cute and doesn't care if you do it around the house but does ask you to walk in a normal way whenever you are at school or in the presence of lord Diavolo.

‣ Looks up whenever he hears the boing sound of you walking around the house. Hoped you would always walk around the house that way even when you and Mammon were up to some probably illegal plans but sadly for him you are smarter than that.

‣ Knows you usually adjust the way you walk so others like Satan can read in quiet and so that he himself can get his paperwork done. He appreciates your thoughtfulness.

。mammon 。

‣ Think you are adorable but does try to find a way to make money off of how adorable you are but that is to be expected.

‣ Tries to teach you trick so you can perform those for money, spoiler alert it doesn't work.

‣ He does however have a popular public channel with cute videos of you this alone with the commercials earns him quite a bit of money.

。leviathan 。

‣ Will compare the way you came over with the hopping and boing noises to something another sheep did in one of his anime's.

‣ Asks you to cosplay said anime sheep, if you agree expect to be walking around in cosplay the same day and if you say no expect a moping Levi to follow you around asking if you won't change your mind.

‣ Does force you to watch said anime with him and in return he gets you your favorite snacks to eat.

。satan 。

‣ You are now considered to be at the same level of cuteness as a kitten in his mind.

‣ Probably questions if all human world sheep's walk this way or if it is just you that does this.

‣ Now has multiple books about farm animals in the human world to see if any of them also walk in such a cute way.

。asmodeus 。

‣ Thinks it's adorable will ask you to do it again so that he can record it and post it on his devil gram.

‣ The post blows up so he now takes selfies with you whenever he can to post them.

‣ His new motto demons love me, but they love me even more with something cute next to me to enhance how beautiful I am.

‣ Also takes candid shots of you and has created a fan account purely just for you filled with pictures he took of you that you didn't even knew he took.

。beelzebub 。

‣ Has to remind himself for a second that he can't eat you no matter how cute you look doing that.

‣ You have discovered that whenever you do walk this way around Beelzebub that he seems to give you more snack so now you do it whenever you can as to get more delicious snacks.

‣ Sometimes worries about if there is something that sheep shouldn't eat since you seem to eat everything you can but haven't gotten sick yet.

。belphegor 。

‣ Adorable mc, you are adorable but he is really tired and just want to cuddle you now so he can fall asleep with you.

‣ Calls you over more often to cuddle with just to see you walk that way and to listen to the boing sounds.

‣ Doesn't count normal sheep's in his dreams anymore no he counts mc's.

#obey me mc #obey me sheep mc #gender neutral reader #omswd #gn reader #om shall we date #obey me main character #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me brothers #obey me brain rot #sheep mc #obey me dating sim #om! shall we date #om! x reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader #headcanon #headcannons #obey me headcanons #reqs open #request #requests open

[the-world-annealing]

Hard-Headedness

The background Bicycle Helmet discourse that seems to have become a thing over the last week would be a lot less annoying if anyone would, at any point, involve a number in their argument.

Is riding bicycles dangerous? Sure, for a definition of 'dangerous'. The Netherlands, promised land of bicyclists, has a cyclist fatality rate of about 12 per billion miles traveled, and a serious injury rate of 450 per billion miles (link).

Helmets seem to knock down the risk of death or serious injury by about a third, which is a significant result! Like, obviously they work, I don't think anyone is disputing this, but it's still good to note.

And maybe that's enough. Wearing a helmet will reduce your expected fatality rate from 12 per billion miles to 8 per billion miles, and the expected rate of serious injury from 450 to 300 per billion miles. Not the biggest impact on net, but a very solid reason if you're making decisions based on pure safety.

But I think this is the point where we admit that pure safety isn't a part of those discussions normally, and for some reason this time it is. Nobody is saying pedestrians ought to be wearing helmets, even though pedestrians have about the same rate of traffic fatalities and could probably reduce that rate by a double-digit percentage if they habitually deck themselves out in protective gear. Motorcyclists are in even more danger, and their safety would skyrocket if they switched en masse to cars; few seem to think they should.

(and before you say the counterargument in the second case is that motorcycles pollute less than one-occupant cars: they expel less CO2 but much more of other pollutants, owing to the inability to fit bulky catalytic convertors or other filter equipment)

Look, if someone says "I ride a motorcycle or a moped instead of driving, because I think it is easier to park" that seems to get accepted without question. If someone says "I ride a bike but do not wear a helmet, because I cannot easily store it at the places I cycle to" or "Wearing a helmet makes me overheat", why is that, suddenly, fair game for criticism, when its impact on expected death/injury risk is far smaller than the other two examples?

(uncharitably: because now we are talking about the sort of tradeoff that americans specifically tend not to make, with the actual cost/benefit of those tradeoffs not factoring anywhere)

There is obviously some kind of boundary where your Personal Safety Decisions have such a blatantly skewed cost/benefit that enforcing them via basic social pressure becomes justified (seatbelts fall in this category imo, but even incredibly effective medications don't always seem to, suggesting the bar is quite high!).

But bicycle helmets are a less impactful choice than a ton of stuff that people on here don't seem to care about at all, which leaves the whole discourse little but an extended exercise in americans dunking on dutch people for differences in social norms (even when one of those norms is, objectively, safer!). Like, are we really going to pretend the initiating thread is motivated by love for truth and a genuine concern for the cranial health of the dutch?

For what it's worth, I myself was very firmly convinced helmets weren't really worth it when I started writing this post, and after running the numbers I do think I should wear one if storage facilities at my destination permit so. No thanks to the people supposedly arguing for that outcome, of course.

#metadiscourse #cycling #bike helmet discourse