#2537

[harveyphotography]

- Happiness only real when shared -

Ecco, forse, la felicità è nulla se non si ha nessuno con cui condividerla.

Per quanto turbolenti possano essere i rapporti tra esseri umani, è solo in essi che si può sperare di raggiungere un qualche senso dell'esistenza.

L'individualismo è sterile, non porta a nulla: è nella parola "insieme" che si racchiude il germe di ogni esperienza, di ogni scoperta. La gioia sta nel dare, nel condividere; si trova negli abbracci, nelle mani tese, nei baci, nei sorrisi donati.

[tmt-sketch-a-day]

Sketch a Day 2537- Dating Sim-PPG-Boomer- 12/5/22  

Did some OCs fake dating sim stuff. Figured it’d be fun to do some Powerpuff characters too. The program I use is pretty basic, so I broke Boomers into smaller ones so I didn’t have to compress it so much.

Boomer -  Some times life throws you a curve, and you feel torn between two loyalties. Two truths. Two choices. Two versions of yourself. It makes you question who are you really? And the answer seems to obvious when you’re with one person, but then it’s so obvious when you’re with a different person. Both are equally the real you, yet only one can be in the end. No matter what I do my brothers will always be my brothers, and I will always be one of them. But am I more then snips, and snails, and puppy dog tails?

You

  What are you talking about?

  Are you doing okay?

  -kiss him-

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: March 17, 2001

Lyrics:

Sun is rising up on the the east side

A chance for everyone

I've been dreaming of the city for long time

Far from my own town

I see

(Will see) My dream

(Your dream) For real

(Come true)

(You) I will

(Will rise) Will rise

(Above) Above

(The rules)

Heart is pure and thoughts are clear

Not gonna mess around

(Time has taken our life you are what we need)

Mum and Daddy will be so proud

City please don't let me down

Starlight

Can you give me the fame

Can you hurl me the game

Oh oh starlight

(Starlight have what you need)

Starlight

Can you give me the fame

Can you hurl me the game

Oh oh starlight

(Starlight have what you need)

Time has come for me to be someone

A rich man, a superstar

And faith is all you need to be the one

Far from my own ground

I see

(Will see) My dream

(Your dream) For real

(Come true)

(You) I will

(Will rise) Will rise

(Above) Above

(The rules)

Heart is pure and thoughts are clear

Not gonna mess around

(Time has taken our life you are what we need)

Mum and Daddy will be so proud

City please don't let me down

Starlight

Can you give me the fame

Can you hurl me the game

Oh oh starlight

(Starlight have what you need)

Starlight

Can you give me the fame

Can you hurl me the game

Oh oh starlight

(Starlight have what you need)

Starlight

Can you give me the fame

Can you hurl me the game

Oh oh starlight

(Starlight have what you need)

Starlight

Can you give me the fame

Can you hurl me the game

Oh oh starlight

(Starlight have what you need)

And starlight

Can you give me the fame

Can you hurl me the game

Oh oh starlight

(Starlight have what you need)

Songwriter:

And starlight

Can you give me the fame

Can you hurl me the game

Oh oh starlight

(Starlight have what you need)

Sidney Dov Prosper Benichou / Guillaume Jean Atlan

SongFacts:

👉📖

[albertxylin]

Childish Creativity

There's a lego exhibit at the museum. Alongside the creations and placards There is the obligatory area where kids are allowed to dig through piles And create their own. There is a wall, Completely in theme with the rest of the exhibit, Where these creations are displayed.

They are messy and mis-proportioned, Clashing colours and lopsided construction, The textbook definition of chaos at playtime. But there is something there, The seed of something missing from the polished renderings and slick set pieces. These kludged together humanoids, impractical jets, things I can't identify - There is joy. They were made by hands too fervent with exploration to be anything but sincere. Shame starves to death surrounded by love.

[rinkyrinkyrinky]

"Be careful with your sensitive teeth now."

[nocontextmythical]

i don't do anything dry.

[rabbitcruiser]

The Presidential Proclamation 2537 which required that Americans from Germany, Italy or Japan must register with the Department of Defense, was issued on January 14, 1942. Proclamation No. 2537 permitted the arrest, detention and internment of enemy aliens who violated restricted areas, such as ports, water treatment plants or even areas prone to brush fires, for the duration of the war. Roosevelt reluctantly signed Executive Order 9066, which sent many Japanese-American families into internment camps, on February 19, 1942.

Source

[kalahs-beautiful-realm]

Art by, Sint3tico (Giza 2537 bc )

[lostdrarryfics]

Thanks @itsnotaphasemomitsanobsession!

Quick, Malfoy. Kiss me. by digthewriter (6k, M)

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Hey, I am pretty sure I sent this ask, but sadly forgot to book mark.

It is set in eighth year, and Harry is being chased by gaggle of girls to date him. While running away he hides in a alcove but Draco is already is hiding there. They meet by chance like that sometimes and Harry comes up with the idea that they should fake-date. If girls think he has a bf they won't pursue him and Draco mom is pestering to date someone. Harry doesn't even realize he might not be straight, his friends are confused why he is not uncomfortable kissing Draco if he is straight as he says. I think there is memory alteration charm involved.

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[runnning-outof-time]

I’m (Not) Alright with a Slow Burn | Tommy Shelby x Reader headcanons

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader (headcanons)

Summary: How Tommy would go about being stuck in a slow burn with someone he's falling for.

Warnings: mention of death of grandmother, slight season 2 spoilers

Word Count: 2537

A/N: I really enjoyed this request! umm…I’m not sure if these are 100% written like headcanons - I wrote them like I was spewing out ideas lol. Kacey Musgraves’s song Slow Burn was also running through my head while I was writing this, hence the title. Also how the hell do you actually spell headcanons?? Is there 1 ‘n’ or 2?? Lol . Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

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• (Y/N) was one of the few Shelby Company Ltd. employees that Tommy didn't hire. She was brought on board while he and the boys were off at one of the races. Polly saw the potential in her and immediately welcomed her into the company.

• when Tommy returned from said races, he was pleasantly surprised to meet her.

• and Polly clocked that immediately. She was able to tell by the lack of a fight - Tommy was always able to find something to pick at when she made decisions within the company, no matter how minuscule. But there was nothing to pick at with (Y/N).

• Polly also wasn't surprised to see (Y/N) completing more and more tasks that came directly from Tommy. They'd be tasks that Polly hadn't even known about...but for some reason Tommy trusted (Y/N) with them.

• (Y/N) didn't think anything different about it. She'd been hired into the company and one of her bosses was asking her to do things. That's what was supposed to happen, right?

• although she did find it odd that it was Tommy asking her to do these things when she'd originally been hired to help Polly with sorting out the books and the like.

• things persisted like that for a few months. (Y/N) would happily and eagerly help him with whatever he needed to have done around the company. He'd look out for her, making sure that she was happy in her position and just in general. And in return, (Y/N) would (try) to keep up the same for him. She'd show that in the smallest of ways and attempts, but he would notice. Over those few months and because of those small acts, Tommy's thoughts and feelings towards (Y/N) evolved.

• he can still remember the day when that switch began - because it haunted him every day after.

• she came into his office like it was any other day for her...but it wasn't any other day for Tommy.

• he'd been working under Campbell for a few weeks at that point, and it'd become apparent that he'd be dead at the end of the arrangement. Tommy wasn't afraid to die, but the thought of getting everything in order and making sure his family could go on without him was now plaguing his mind.

• so when (Y/N) asked him what he had for her to do today, Tommy rattled off his list without as much as looking up at her. He was fully expecting her to turn and exit the second he finished speaking.

• she didn't. Silence reigned for a moment or two before "are you ok, Tommy?" came quietly from her. This made Tommy look up, and when he did, all of the noise in his mind ceased. Sure he looked at her before - he'd looked up like this thousands of times, but he never saw her like he did when he looked up this time. It was this otherworldly experience that he'd only been through twice before. Which meant he knew exactly what was happening.

• even though he brushed her question off and told her that he was fine, he hoped that things wouldn't change between them.

• and thankfully they didn't because hell, Tommy Shelby was certain that he was falling in love.

• he began testing the waters carefully at first. (Y/N) was a good woman and he wasn't about to make her leave the company due to his actions. He couldn't stand to lose her.

• so he started by making sure she was being heard; by actually listening to her whenever she'd share ideas or tell him how things played out with what he'd asked her to do.

• then he emphasized making sure that she was safe - having blinders on her block, sticking around on the days where she and Polly would be in the shop tallying the winnings, and also personally offering to take her wherever she needed to go.

• (Y/N) reacted bashfully to these offers. She felt that the other company employees would think that she was getting special treatment or something — well...she kind of was...but she deeply appreciated Tommy doing these things.

• in regards to feelings, Tommy was putting his out there as best as he could (which, well I'll let you be the one to decide on how well that is) He really tried to make a more personal connection with her; to get to know her as her and not just another employee...and in turn he let her know him.

• (Y/N) stayed professional. He was one of her bosses after all. But she couldn't deny that she enjoyed being in his presence. Her friends found that crazy, too...how can she be happy to be spending time with Tommy Shelby? She swore it off as strictly work related until she couldn't anymore.

• the evening started like any other...(Y/N) went home after work with the intention of doing what she did every other evening. But something was waiting for her at home. Something that turned her world upside-down. She found out that her grandmother had passed away. The post had come and one of the letters was from a sibling of hers, sharing the news. She didn't know what to do.

• after exhausting all of her options, she found herself at the Garrison. Tommy had invited her there in the past, but she never accepted it due to wanting to stay professional.

• she asked around for him and the second she found out that he was in the snug, she made her way to it and opened the door. He was in there, but so were his brothers. "This was the last place I could think of," she blurted out. "Everyone out," was all Tommy needed to say before it was just the two of them in the room.

• (Y/N) quickly sat and let everything out. Tommy listened intently, something no one had ever done for her in the past. They sat in the snug for hours, (Y/N) talking and Tommy listening. Her ability to share her grandmother's story helped her immensely.

• from that evening, (Y/N) saw Tommy in a different light. The fact that he sat and listened to her as she lamented to him and not once did he even think of leaving meant the world to her. No one had shown her that sort of worthiness or attention.

• all at once it felt like she was head over heels for him. Like all of those little instances he'd shown her before had all culminated into this one, major display of devotion. It had her realizing that maybe it wasn't solely because she was his employee...maybe it was much more than that.

• and so when he went out of his way and made sure to check on her the next morning - she knew this because Polly commented on the fact that he was supposed to be in London by sun-up - and he couldn't get him off of her mind no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't beat around the bush anymore...she'd fallen for Tommy Shelby, hard.

• but things didn't hit off right from that moment.

• no, it took a rather long time for those feelings to actually come out.

• there was a lot of dancing around the other - the smaller gestures and moments still occurred, but neither one was willing to make that jump over the edge and confront the other about it.

• yes, you read that right...Tommy Shelby was actually keeping his feelings for her close to the chest.

• mostly it was because of the position they were in. He'd offer to take her to dinner and she'd politely decline (even though she really wanted to go) because she was worried the other company employees would suspect something.

• Tommy wasn't exactly into the dancing around it (he hated it at times actually), but he honored her choice.

• but that doesn't mean he wasn't taking every chance he got to spend time around her. To check in on her and see how things were. To walk her home if she stayed later. Anything to show her that he was serious...without actually saying that he was serious.

• he was hooked on her though, there was no doubt about it. All he needed was for her to really show that interest back to him, and then he'd know for sure that he could act on it.

• and then Polly's birthday came.

• the company/family decided to host a party at the Garrison. Of course (Y/N) was invited.

• a man named Louis was one of the men who worked the shop floor daily. He saw (Y/N) almost every day that she was also on the floor, and he made it a point to seek her out as well.

• much like with Tommy, (Y/N) kept things between her and Louis strictly professional.

• but this party is when Louis decided that he was going to make his move...to try and woo her.

• maybe he should have thought this through...

• (Y/N) was sitting at one of the tables, chatting with some of the other women who worked within the company. It was a surprise that she wasn't with Tommy, considering he sought her out almost immediately after she arrived. But Tommy was still present though.

• Louis had this plan to put everything right on the table. He smoothly walked over to her and, equally as smoothly, slipped into the booth that she was sitting in. (Y/N) was polite, but it was obvious that she wasn't feeding any more into it than a simple, friendly conversation.

• but of course Tommy didn't pick up on that. From where he was standing it looked like Louis was a little too close to her for comfort. So he quickly intervened.

• and he was anything but subtle with it. He was quickly able to make Louis feel uneasy and clear him out.

• (Y/N)'s confused, but happy to have the man she'd hardly talked to gone. She sends Tommy an appreciative smile and that's just about enough to bring Tommy to his knees. But that doesn't happen...instead he gives her one of his signature, lop-sided smiles and nods at the ladies sitting with her before going back to where he previously was.

• this interaction didn't go unnoticed though. Polly and Ada were watching from off to the side. These two know Tommy better than anyone, and they've rarely seen him react this quickly and in this sort of way. So it's glaringly apparent to them that something's going on here.

• and this becomes increasingly apparent as time goes on.

• also as time goes on, (Y/N) manages to move up in the company. She's basically right underneath Polly in terms of power, becoming her 'right hand man’ in the treasurer position.

• having this position means that she's more involved in the inner circle and is at all of the meetings.

• the entire family swears by the fact that Tommy is softer with her than he is with anyone else.

• you can literally see the change the second she shares her thoughts on a matter or even enters a room. The switch is practically on a dime.

• but these two keep dancing around each other - they've been doing it for close to a year at this point.

• and those who know of it are baffled. They are obviously in love with each other...why hasn't one budged and made things official?

• the suspicions on this topic all come to a climax on the first year anniversary of (Y/N) joining the company.

• Tommy invites her out to dinner. (Y/N) agrees this time mostly because she knows what day it is...and she knows that the Shelbys like to celebrate such things.

• but she's surprised when she arrives at the upscale restaurant and is escorted to a table for two. Tommy can't help but smile at the face she pulls when she sees that he's sitting there, waiting for her.

• but she gets comfortable very quickly. It's Tommy we're talking about here...she's never been more comfortable with anyone in her life if she was being honest. And the same goes for him too.

• the dinner lasts hours. They talk about everything and anything. Work's off the table, but yet they still manage to not have more than a moment of silence. Both are surprised at how freely the conversation flows.

• eventually Tommy brings up the subject they've been dancing around.

• he lays everything out on the table this time. There's no sense in holding back. He tells her how she makes him feel, how she's made him feel from the moment he first saw her.

• he also mentions the fact that he's felt this way for a while now, and that he can't continue dancing around it any longer. He honored her desire to stay professional for this time, but he wants her too much, loves her too much to keep going like this for even a day longer.

• at first (Y/N)'s shocked. She's not oblivious...she'd been catching the little hints that he'd been leaving all this time, but she was truthfully too hesitant to ever bring the subject up to him.

• but now that he's put it out there, she figures why should she hold back her feelings any longer?

• so she lays it all out for him as well. Tells him how she feels about him, how she's felt about him for some time now.

• Tommy can't contain his happiness as he hears this. He's grinning like a fool.

• so really there's only one last thing for them to do now...make it official.

• Tommy wastes no time in doing that.

• he asks her properly though. That's what she deserves, especially after all this time that's been invested.

• he stops them just down the road from where she lives. He tells her that he really likes her (he won't use the 'l word' just yet - even though the two of them are so clearly in love) and that he can't wait a moment longer to make her his.

• (Y/N) quickly agrees with the sentiment after everything that had been shared during their dinner.

• Tommy can't help but smile at her response, and he just barely nods his head in his Tommy fashion before continuing to walk her home.

• they share their first kiss at the front door, and it's absolutely magical.

• they then proceed to do a terrible job of hiding it while at work. Tommy's waited this long to be with her, he's not going hide his affection for her any longer.

• their definition of 'in secret' is soooo far from the actual definition. They think that they're being sneaky, only stealing kisses in empty hallways and in Tommy's office, but it takes Polly literally only two days to catch onto it.

• no ones upset with it though. Honestly everyone’s happy that they’re finally together.

• well everyone except Louis…Louis is a little bummed about the whole thing. But Tommy and (Y/N) don’t care about that in the slightest.

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[daily-prompts]

Prompt 2537

Every time she looked into the abandoned barn, she swore there was something moving in there. Something big.

[jula483]

rhett loves bringing up shippers and fanfics any time he can - part 2537

(x)

[ghoulspaw]

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me: cmon dont be shy, keep reading that book 😍

See also:

Not at all.. 🫦

[banquetwriter]

so good !! Do where you guys go home together!!

Karaoke part two

୨୧ Karaoke pt:2 ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ reader swallows (sorry), male and female oral, low-key a pain kink? (lots of marks and hickeys lol) unprotected sex, unedited

summary: ʚ after the party you and johnnie have some fun ɞ

Words: 2537

An: heyy so anon wanted a part two where they go home and i wasn't sure if that meant smut or fluff so i took a gamble and went smut 🤷🏻‍♀️ part 1

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You requested an Uber a few minutes ago. You were waiting outside of Tara’s party barely able to keep your eyes off him. Once the car arrived you both got in almost unable to stop your sly smirks and giggles from the poor driver.

Once you got to your apartment you thanked the gods you had no roommates and hastily headed up. It wasn't the first time Johnnie had ever been in your apartment before but it was certainly the first time you both were itching to take each other's clothes off.

You were only able to get the door open a crack before you turned around and pulled Johnnie into another kiss. His hand clings to your waist as you try and get the door shut before deepening the kiss.

Your back hits the now-closed door. Your finger slipped under his shirt holding onto the sides of his stomach. He let out a small whimper at the contact. Which only made you smirk into the kiss.

You eventually pulled away from him, a smirk still plastered on your face, you beckoned him to follow you to your bedroom, a place he hadn't ever seen before. He followed with a similar grin running across his face.

You opened your bedroom door quickly pushing a clothes pile into your closet. The moonlight filled your room creating a beautiful atmosphere. Johnnie entered your room looking at the decorations that somehow perfectly reflected your personality.

He made his way to your embarrassingly sized Funko Pop collection and smiled. He had no idea you were such a nerd. “Lights on or off?” you ask, standing by your light switch closing the bedroom door.

“Um off,” he said, adrenaline pumping through his coarse veins. “Ok.” you breathed out with a smile. You approached him once again, hands closing the space between you two. Your hands faltered to his neck and the back of his head.

Use your position as an anchor to explore him. He nervously approached your waist. You pushed your body against his in encouragement. You pulled your lips away from his, and without letting a breath pass, you moved down to his jaw.

Slowly let your lips and tongue devour until you make your way to his neck. His eyes rolled back from the feeling of your teeth. Euphoric waves flashed down his body feeling his groin tighten.

His hands were sweaty and he pulled at your waist for no real reason. Johnnie needed you. There wasn't another way to put it. Your mouth left his neck, he stood there sweating and red in the face. Not that you are able to see under his makeup.

He was letting small groans fly past his lips as your teeth nicked his pale skin. He was out of breath looking down as you pulled away. Your fingers ran over his marked skin. “Hot,” you murmured, letting your thumb brush against his tattoo.

He broke into a wide smile rolling his eyes at your antics. “Did these hurt bad? I can't imagine a neck tat feels good,” you asked, examining his skin. “Yeah they hurt, every tattoo does. M’stomach ones hurt worse though,” he said using his hands to pull up his shirt.

In the moonlight, you could just barely see his Crow tattoo. “Hot,” you mutter again looking up at him. His smile grows wider, a blush forming on his cheeks. “Yeah? Well, you’re one to talk,” he says, unable to meet your eyes.

You grin at his words, your eyes flashing over in lust. You were unable to wait any longer for him. Your core was burning. “Yeah?” you asked, nodding your head. “Mhm,” he answered, your bodies were so close to each other.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged his ear down to your mouth. “Why don't you come and show me?” you asked in a sultry tone. Johnnie's pupils were blown with a craving for lust. You rotated with him, the back of his knees hitting your bed. You pushed his shoulders slightly.

He fell onto his back with a soft ‘thud’. He began scooting back so more of him was on the bed, your hands reached out for his shoulders starting to essentially use him to climb up the bed.

His eyes watched you, feeling the remaining blood in his pale body travel to his dick. You on the other hand carefully climbed into his lap, sitting directly on his hard member. You shifted so your clothed clit rested on him over his pair of skinny jeans.

He groaned slightly at your contact, propping himself up on his elbows. Your hands snaked up his shirt and around his back. This time he initiated the kiss. He was slow at first, almost cautious.

As he gained confidence it began to deepen, your nails dragging slowly down his back chasing whines and small moans from him. Your body felt like you had caught on fire. You desperately needed him inside you.

But you wanted this to be pleasurable so you would take your time. You used your acrylics to surely make him bleed with the pressure you used to scratch the raven-haired boy's back.

“Fuck.” he muttered under his breath against your lips. You smirked pulling away from him, slowly crawling down onto your knees on the floor. Johnnie Was out of breath panting while looking at you.

He watched as you slowly started to palm his hard-on. Use your index and middle finger to rub the outside slowly and eventually use your whole hand to rub the outside.

His head fell back. It had been a long time since he had ever felt this, and never from someone as beautiful as you. He felt like he was gonna burst out of his pants. “Mmm fuck.” he whispered, unbuttoning his pants.

You helped him undo and pull down his pants and his boxers next. His dick sprung out, the tip hitting his stomach. He hissed as the cold air clung to his warm body. But you didn't have time to waste, you slid your hands up his exposed thigh.

You continued to tease him, scratching closer and closer to his aching cock. You started to pepper kisses at the base, moving to kitten licks. His right hand meets your jaw eyes laser-focused on your every move.

He slowly massages your jawline as you begin to kick his leaking aching cock from base to tip. “Stop teasing me!” he begged you. You obliged hovering above him letting the drool drip from your mouth and cover him.

He let out a pained gasp as you popped the head into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks to take his full length in. You began to bob your head up and down. His eyes screwed shut, “Fuck. Y/n don't stop.” he said as his hand moved up and down with your jaw.

You fluttered your eyelashes as he lifted his head back up again. He was panting heavily, his hips squirming against the bed. “Fuck.” he whimpered, letting go of your jaw. His hand flew to the bed sheets. His knuckles were pure white, trying to use the fabric to ground himself.

“M’gonna cum. M’gonna cum. M’gonna cum, fuuuck.” he whined as his red hot cock twitched in your mouth, and ropes of cum shot into your mouth and throat. He uses his hand to move his hair out of his face. The black locks clung to his face from sweat.

You pulled away from his member debating whether you should swallow or spit. You locked eyes with Johnnie and made your decision. You inhaled deeply and swallowed all the liquid in your mouth. “Did you just swallow my cum?” he asked, his voice breaking slightly after recovering from his orgasm.

“Yes,” you answered, fiddling with your fingers. Was that not the right decision? Your thoughts? Began to spiral with fear. Did he not like that? “That's so fucking hot,” he confessed, letting his back hit the mattress.

And as quickly your worries came, they went. Your mind goes back into primal mode, needing only one thing. Johnnie. You grinned at him, once again crawling onto the bed, and then onto him. Still heaving your clothes on made it difficult to get any relief as you rubbed yourself on his lap.

“Flip over.” he damn near ordered you. You do as he says flipping over and scooting to the top of the bed so your head hits the pillows. He sits on his knees at the end of the bed removing his shirt and discarding it somewhere in your dark room.

The window that sat above your bed perfectly illuminated Johnnie's pale skin. His cold necklaces felt like they were burning through his hot skin. He moved down so his weight was supported by his hands and crawled up the bed to meet you.

He helped undress you, pulling your shirt and bottoms off. He moved his knee and positioned it right between your legs. You pushed down trying to relieve some pressure. You mewled out, pressing your clothed body down on his knee.

He reached around your back early trying to unclasp your bra. He was nervously trying and failing so you divided to give mercy and reach around your back and unclip it for him. “Thanks,” he said embarrassed. He was practically itching for you to be naked.

You removed your bra and let it hit the floor. Johnnie's mind went completely blank staring at your exposed body. He thought of how fucking perfect your chest was. You smiled at his reaction, taking your hand and redirecting his eyes to your face. “Having fun?” you sarcastically asked him.

He shied away from you embarrassed at his ogling. “Yeah I was,” he said, unable to stop smiling. You gestured for him to get closer which he eagerly did. Letting his lips crash against yours, his lip piercing was so cold compared to your hot lips.

His cold hands caressed up your thighs, his fingers tugging your panties down and off your body. Your cunt was oozing, practically begging for any attention he would give you.

He slid his cold hands up further on your hot body. He made his way to your tits, pulling one in his mouth. His tongue swirled and teased while his hand pulled and pinched. Hearing your moans of encouragement he switched sides trying to give each one equal attention.

His hands moved from your tits to the sides of your body, placing sloppy tongue kisses on you all the way down to your cunt. He looks up at you as he slowly licks all the way up your leaking cunt.

He starts how slow, using deliberate movements but as you fall into a blubbering mess of moans and ‘keep going’ he begins to kitten lick your hole using his fingers to rub your clit.

His rings and nail polish created quite the site for you as your eyes rolled back into your skull. Your hand gripped his teased black hair keeping his face right where you needed it.

You felt the coil in your stomach threatening to snap. Your toes curled and your back arched off the bed, Johnnie's free hand tried to keep your hips in place but it was to no eval, “Im cumming!” you shouted barely able to contain your legs shaking as you came on his face.

Your world went blank for a second before your breath returned to normal. You looked down at Johnnie who was also breathing heavily, his face glistening with your liquid. It didn't seem to bother him in the slightest however as he wiped his face with his hand and eyes glaring at you.

“I'm not with you yet,” he said grabbing a part of the bed as he moved up it with his whole body, you barely could get a word out before he began kissing your neck.

He was surely leaving marks and bruises in his wake as he sucked and nibbled on every last part of your neck skin. “Johnnie…” you whimpered, having a good holding on his hair as he continued to devour your neck.

“Please I need more of you,” you whined, into his ear. Johnnie felt like he could do anything at this very moment. His heart was on fire with confidence. He pulled away from your neck and moved down to your thighs where he started to bite and suck.

You whined at the pleasurable feeling. “Johnnie… stop teasing, please,” you begged him. He smiled up at you, placing a tender kiss on your bitten and bruised flesh. He places his left hand next to your head, he helps move your legs apart as they still feel a little shaky from being eaten out.

He positions himself at your entrance. You held onto his shoulder as he slowly entered. You gasped as he bottomed out, your nails digging into his shoulder drawing blood with force.

He hooked your right leg around his waist moving his right arm so it was by your head. He slowly started pumping in and out of you. He was moaning into your mouth, his ministrations going from slow to fast.

Your nails scratching open old wounds from earlier. “Fuck, m’not gonna last long,” he said into your mouth. You heard his words but they never entered your brain, your brain was going blank with pleasure, the coil already threatening to snap.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” he cursed dropping down to your neck, taking a small part, and biting into you to ground himself. The pain shot through you and went to your core, your orgasm that flashes over you. Your back arches and your throat nearly gives out at the pornographic noise you make.

The squeezing of your cunt sends Johnnie over the edge, he bites down hard unsure if he was drawing blood or not as he pumps you both through an orgasm. After a minute or two he collapses on you, his cold metal necklaces poking your sensitive skin.

“Mm fuck.” he sighs sitting up and pulling himself out of you. Your combined liquids pool out of you. Johnnie takes a second to admire the sight of you, a mess. He pulls on his pair of boxers, before turning to you.

“In my bathroom, there are some washcloths in the top cupboard. You mumble pouting to your en suite. He nods leaving the room for a minute. You face the ceiling feeling the world spinning, your body happy but sore.

He returns with a damp washcloth and begins to clean you up. You hiss at the cold feeling of the fabric. “Sorry,” he mutters, cleaning you up. You take a deep breath in and sit up. You scoot yourself off the bed wobbling a little.

Johnnie snickers behind you, “Shut up.” you whine rolling your eyes. You pulled your panties back on and snagged his T-shirt. You opened Your bedroom door, pulled the shirt on, and grabbed a glass of water. You took a small sip of it hearing Johnnie walking through your door. He pulled his jeans on again and walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your midsection.

[scummy-writes]

Master of Spots and Stripes

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Silvio/Gilbert (Referenced poly relationship with Emma)

Words: 2537

Tags: Angry Sex, Arguments, Biting, Scratching, Anal, Fingering, Silent Treatment In Bathtub. Silvio is 'reluctant' but this is not Dubcon they just have a complicated relationship and they're shit at emotions. If you're sensitive to dubcon themes I would not read.

Summary: Ever since Emma has left on her first trip out at sea, Silvio has been spending the time waiting for her return out at the docks. Many have tried to pull him away before her return, but the only one successful has been the first prince of Obsidian.

This is a fanfic written for @m-mmiy . the basis of it is that it's within an AU of hers where Silvio, Emma, and Gilbert are in a poly relationship, but it's not known by everyone. Silvio and Emma are married, no one is married to Gilbert.

Under some level, Silvio understands that this isn’t fair to either of them. Gilbert’s chilled lips turn warm and ruddy the more they’re pressed against Silvio’s, claiming more and more of that sunset warmth for himself. He can feel the way Gilbert’s breath hitches when Silvio finally, numbly, ghosts his hands along Gilbert’s sides, holding him in place as Gilbert makes quick work of Silvio’s shirt and buckle.

He doesn’t fully register the way Gilbert’s fingers fumble for a few moments, nor the way Gilbert’s annoyance seems to flare when Silvio doesn’t even attempt to take off his clothes. Instead, Silvio lets himself be backed into the bed by biting kisses, a final firm push sending both against the mattress.

Even with such a motion, Silvio doesn’t make a move. Staring up at Gilbert, catching his breath as his eyes trail down the man’s body. It prompts Gilbert to roll his eyes and scoff as he straddles Silvio, tending to his own shirt with rough movements. When he yanks it over his head, Silvio sees the way Gilbert’s ribs protrude. Showcasing another bout of a recent decline in health that is highlighted by his paler than usual complexion. Paired with the shadow under his eye, it should have caused Silvio to click his tongue, clumsily voicing vague concern over his partner’s well-being.

And yet, there isn’t an urge to do so. Not even as Gilbert grinds their sex together, remaining on top and doing the work for two. Instead, he settles into focusing on the way Gilbert unabashedly groans, a loose smirk playing on those scheming lips. A warning that Silvio knows all too well.

“Now this is better than moping at the docks all day, looking like a dog waiting for his master.”

There it is, that intentional prodding. A goading from Gilbert to ensure some sort of rougher treatment. Silvio wasn’t often in the mood, but today…

“Hah! And ya think that’s you?”

A peeved expression flickers across Gilbert’s face while a swell of petty accomplishment swirls inside of Silvio. At first, Gilbert does nothing but press against him harder as he rolls his hips again, a chilled laugh slipping out at how Silvio flexes beneath him with the motion. Low, mocking.

Gilbert stretches across Silvio’s body, like a cat readying to pounce. His hands slide up Silvio’s forearms until they lock around his wrists, holding him in place with a vice grip. 

“Is that to say you believe you’re my master then?”

The sneer etched on his lips is instant, and just what finally pulls a scowl from Gilbert. His fingers flex, nails digging into Silvio’s wrists.

“Last I checked, I’m the only man to make you moan like all the other whores I’ve bedded.” Silvio spits, feeding the storm brewing inside of him- between them- with every further impulse.

Slowly, those nails rake themselves down Silvio’s forearms, leaving thin, raised lines down the tanned skin until Gilbert settles back on his knees. His easy-going smirk is strained as he unbuckles his belt, his brow narrows as he snaps it between his hands.

“Is that so?”

Silvio spits out a curse as Gilbert pounces, quickly slipping the belt under his head. In seconds, Gilbert has fed the buckle its tail and tugs, effectively snapping the loop closed with a rough slap of the leather against Silvio’s neck. With a yank, he’s able to use the makeshift leash to make Silvio scramble to a sitting position, facing him as he chuckles.

“When was the last time you saw a master of any sort wearing the collar, hm?”

Teeth. That’s what Silvio grants him with in response. And maybe he’s playing into the damn dog role too well, but that smirk sparks fury and aggravation. 

Gilbert returns it in kind- bruising kisses between his taunting laughs, nipping Silvio’s worn lips, accepting the bites against his neck. It’s enough to get him to shut up, just for a damn moment. In the flurry of these pinpointed attacks, of the tugs and scratches they give, the rest of the fabric between them is discarded.

Sweat begins to build between them, as their bare cocks press against each other and rub, loosely held in place by Gilbert’s hand. It’s still him doing the work- Silvio’s hands are busy holding onto Gilbert’s body, keeping him steady as the man leans up against him, using him as leverage to keep himself upright as he grinds more.

Finally, with little reluctance, he moves on his own accord and not through the prodding of Gilbert. Sex between them would often fall into games like these, and Silvio wasn’t against the idea of sex with him tonight, he just couldn’t get out of his own head.

But he tries. Because maybe if he popped off inside of him, Silvio might breathe a little easier. Might be less likely to chew Gilbert around and spit him out.

So his hands slide from Gilbert’s hips down to his ass, spreading his cheeks to prep him for how Silvio wants to play tonight. Yet in the process of doing so, he feels the flared base of a familiar toy resting inside of him already.

Just feeling the jeweled toy sends another wave of white hot anger washing through him. It’s more proof of the way Gilbert views their relationship, that it’s through the lenses of premade calculations that Silvio is never privy to until Gilbert’s already secured what he’s sought. The toy being there proves that Gilbert’s intentions from the start were to be bedded, and the idea that Silvio fell into his games once more is enough to drive him mad.

At first, as the cogs in Silvio’s distracted mind churn, Silvio’s fingers only trace the plug. Grazing it in thought, then carefully, he grasps the base. He ignores the breath Gilbert sucks in as he eases it out halfway. Ignores the low groan as he recoats it in lube and quickly pushes it back in.

“You’ve been wearin’ this the whole time?” Silvio knows he has, it’s obvious. There’s just a part of him that wants a different explanation, that Gilbert was just being a freak in his own spare time, instead of planning this from the start.

“Hehe, oops?”

Cheeky. As always. Even as Silvio starts roughly pumping the toy in and out of the man, even when Gilbert has to use Silvio’s body to fully support himself as the pleasure makes his head spin, the man still had the gall to laugh mockingly in Silvio’s ear when his frustration slipped in the form of growls and rougher movements. As if Silvio’s attempts were pitiful. As if such a display of emotions were pathetic to the feared conqueror. 

There’s a moment of pause as Silvio stills his hand, a huff of complaint by his ear. A tease of some sort that fades out as his focus shifts, selling both his hands on Gilbert’s hips.

Gentle touches were rare between the two of them. Those careful caresses and loving strokes were far more often reserved for Emma, or for sappy nights where their attitudes for each other diminished; subdued by her calming nature. Gilbert knows this, knows to covet the sensation when he’s in the mood to be graced with it. Yet Silvio digging his fingers into his hips, bruising the skin as he flips Gilbert over, manages to pull a gasp from Gilbert.

He’s hardly able to breathe, to steady himself against the sheets, before Silvio thrusts himself in to the hilt.

“Fuck–”

Silvio’s grip switches to the back of Gilbert’s hair, and he’s shoved down messily against the pillow. He has to quickly adjust to be able to gain air, but Silvio’s grip is tight regardless. 

Like this, Silvio doesn’t have to see his face. That mixture of disappointment, the red of his eye boring judgment into him. The groans that aren’t her. The blatant fact that she’s not here– that she’s possibly lost between waves, hurt from unknown accidents, by strange hands, or even swept away by the one solid comfort in his life.

Yet here he was, spreading his time waiting by fucking an incorrigible man.

The pace he sets is relentless, never giving Gilbert proper time to recover as he finally speaks. His words are biting, leveled with the anger that had no outlet before.

“This is all you ever want, ain’t it? For me to satisfy your needs, like they’re the most important thing in the fuckin’ world.”

“Ngh– Silvio–”

“Em’s out there on her own, and I’m stuck here havin’ ta deal with your needy ass instead. Can’t have a damn moment worrying about my fucking wife without you demanding attention.”

Gilbert’s hands clench into the sheets, teeth bared as he grunts. His brow is furrowed, body tensed between an overwhelming array of pain morphing into pleasure, but Silvio pays it no mind. His own mind is too busy focusing in on his frustrations overflowing, rather than the way Gilbert hisses warnings at him.

The regular bites between them, the mocking insults – none of it usually had an air of real malice. Their relationship was complicated, but it allowed such a reprieve from their norm. To air out emotions otherwise stifled. Yet in this moment, Silvio uses this opportunity to bare his fangs, leaving grooves in Gilbert’s skin. To be the one to etch warnings, curses, vices of his own.

It isn’t until he’s finally spent that he realizes the way Gilbert arches in the bed, red eye flared as he glowers over his shoulder. Each movement is slow and deliberate, reminding Silvio once more of the fact that Gilbert is the only person to make him feel like prey.

Shit.

.

The splashing of water seemed to echo every time Silvio wet the cloth in his hands again, paired with the sound of him attempting to gently wash away the sweat and specks of blood from Gilbert’s back. No matter how carefully he pressed against Gilbert’s marred skin, the man in front of him refused to acknowledge the way Silvio had tried to care for him. 

Silvio bit back the sigh that threatened to leave his mouth, knowing it would only spiral into making whatever this was worse. Normally, she was here to dissolve the tension whenever it had built up between them if a simple round in the sheets didn’t fix it, but without her here … Silvio realized just how much the two of them relied on her.

He was never one to apologize or admit when he fucked up. It was a sign of weakness, a sign he couldn’t afford with his family. With Gilbert and Emma, he was getting better at it, but this shit was more difficult than being out at sea.

“If Em were here, she’d think we were a buncha crybabies,” he muttered. The thought was loose, meant to break the heavy silence lightheartedly, but instead Gilbert stiffened under his touch. Red eye narrowed over his shoulder, gazing coldly at him. As if he were daring Silvio to continue that ridiculous sentence.

He faltered under that gaze for a moment, but frowned and instead pulled his hand away from Gilbert.

“I ain’t wrong. She’d tell it to us straight-”

“What exactly do you believe is happening right now?”

The words were seething, enough to give Silvio pause before he tried to brush off the hostility.

“... Well, you’re obviously pissed off at me.”

The glare boring into him is finally pried away, and Silvio doesn’t have to be facing him to see the way Gilbert flicks his head away, rolling his eyes at the answer. 

“It would do well to reflect. If not for me, then for her.”

The urge to bite back nearly overtakes Silvio, but his gaze drops from the back of Gilbert’s mussed hair to the blotches of blooming red forming across Gilbert’s shoulders - nothing particularly new when it came to their nights together, but…

The cloth is set aside as Silvio reaches out, his thumb tracing one of the deeper grooves left in Gilbert’s skin. The action causes a rare flinch from the man, even if minute.

He really did a number to him, didn’t he? Now that the anger had been abated, Silvio can see the damage between them, physical and otherwise. How he knows the stubborn nature of the both of them would ensure Gilbert to refuse any extensions of genuine care for days, or longer even, if this wouldn’t get settled.

How Silvio would react the same, causing this rift to grow, until Emma came home to fix it.

And how pathetic was that? Waiting for her to fix this shit between them because he couldn’t get past his ego? 

God. 

“She’s not here.” 

It’s muttered more to himself than to Gilbert. But it draws a hum from the man.

“... Yeah.”

At the questioning lilt in his voice, Gilbert looks over at Silvio, unamused. At that, something in Silvio’s mind clicks, and the issue that Gilbert is pushing begins to unfold.

“But you are.”

“And I always will be. In some manner.”

As he speaks, Silvio’s eyes drop to the bites on Gilbert’s neck. Harsh. Bruising. Sure to ache well into tomorrow. On impulse, his fingers ghost the stronger ones.

“Even when I’m like this, huh?”

Gilbert pauses, allowing the touch even as his shoulders tense briefly with it. With a soft sigh, he reaches out to do the same to Silvio’s neck, touching the marks left by the belt.

“... Even when we’re both like this.”

Water dripping from Gilbert’s fingers trail down Silvio’s skin. After a few drops onto the tile, Silvio manages his next words without a strain in his voice.

“‘m sorry.”

Gilbert freezes, his fingers still by Silvio’s throat. They linger, tracing his jugular faintly. It’s clear by his tense shoulders that Gilbert doesn’t want to relent, not yet, but he still pries his hand away with a defeated sigh.

“It’s fine.”

With Gilbert settled back fully now, ‘relaxing’ his back against the tub, Silvio is shown full access to his chest and neck. As well as the way Gilbert closes his eyes, silently giving Silvio permission to do as he wishes.

There’s still tension between them, annoyance ebbing underneath their skin, but there is only so much time Silvio can waste wallowing in such emotions. He dips the washcloth back into the warm water, easing onto his knees again, his chin on the rim of the tub - right next to Gilbert’s head.

“Ya put up with a lot from me,” Silvio mumbles, and it prompts a scoff against his ear.

“As if being with me doesn’t present it’s own set of issues. You and the little rabbit have quite the handful with me.”

“Yeah, well… I deal with it cuz I love you.”

“Hehe… I know.”

“... You’re supposed to say it back, asshole.”

The petty namecalling, the playful bickering. That’s what finally makes Gilbert’s lips curl into a smile, turning to finally look at Silvio with a lighthearted chuckle.

“I love you, Silvio.”

Despite the impulse to shy away from the remark with how his cheeks heat up, Silvio swallows the cowardly wants as he speaks, “I love you too.”

This is one of my favorite ships in ikepri that I don't believe I ever talk about on tumblr much, but I end up talking a lot about it to mimi. She built up this whole AU of them. So when I had my comms open, Mimi wanted me to continue a drabble she built up of Silvio worried at the docs and refusing to move, and Gilbert trying in his own way to gently pull Silvio back.

But Silvio! Is Silvio. He doesn't recognize that Gilbert is also worried. About Emma and Silvio. So yaknow they solve it through sex. yeehaw. BAHAHA.

This was fun to write and I always love a chance to write the ships I enjoy. I don't really know why I don't do it more often. Thank you for @rjthirsty and @crystal13unny for reviewing it and hyping me up! And for the title, Chase, bahahaha.

Also everyone thank mimi for not allowing me to title this one 'Lovefool' 💗

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