#Burt bad boy

[glowingplant]

I threw some stuff at the wall until Rhydenach and Trahearne smoochies in Orr emerged <3

[the @magentameows watermark refers to my art blog, where this will be reblogged]

[arolesbianism]

One thing that makes my life oh so hard is that I don't actually care for most of the popular dupes that much. I don't Not like them to be clear, I do like them, I just also feel like I'm staring at a color blind test whenever I see ppl talk abt their favorite dupes and everyone involved is obsessed with the same like 3 dupes that I just sort of like well enough and nothing more. Sorry women I don't actually care abt Bubbles that much 😔

[sunarots]

so high school ━━━ atsumu miya

39. petty ♡

The sun peaks through Atsumu's curtains, brightening up the darkness behind your eyelids. You groan, rolling over to pull Atsumu closer to you. When you reach out and feel nothing but the bed, you sigh knowing that you should probably get up if even he was awake before you.

You grab one of Atsumu's hoodies from its spot on the floor, giving it a quick sniff before pulling it down over your head. You take a quick glance in his mirror, flattening down your hair in an attempt to look the least bit presentable. You pull the door open, hearing far-off whispers from the kitchen. You try to strain and catch what's being said, assuming Atsumu's telling them about last night's confession, yet you can't hear what anyone's saying.

Rubbing at your eyes to clear the sleep from them, you make your way towards the voices. "Morning!" you call through, the talking stopping.

"Uh- mornin', angel!" Atsumu calls back to you before whispering something else. He steps in front of you before you can enter the room, a sheepish smile on his face. "How'd ya sleep?"

You smile up at him. "Pretty good. I'm starving though, can I get through?"

Atsumu looks behind himself and tightens his grip on the doorframe, pausing before stammering out a reply. "Um, why don't I bring it out to ya? Go back to bed!"

You furrow your eyebrows, trying to see past him. "What are you hiding?"

He shakes his head, tries to assure you it's nothing. "It's okay, angel. I'll take it to ya-"

You manage to get him to move out of the way, revealing to you the kitchen full of your friends. You feel yourself shrink when their eyes all set on you.

Atsumu rests his back against the counter, pulling you towards him and draping his arms around your neck whilst you faced the boys. "Tell her what ya just told me," he says, narrowing his eyes at them all.

"We are all so sorry for how we reacted," Wakatoshi starts, straightening up his posture on the other side of the room. "We acted like children. We should have heard you out."

"We thought you were making up the entire relationship, and you slipped up on the story. And then when you came in still all loving with him, we thought that... We thought so wrong. We were thinking, at least own up to it. But we should have given you the chance to explain yourself at the game. You must have felt so..." Kuroo trails off, eyes settling on the floor.

Kageyama takes a step forward, his hands shoved inside of his pockets. "When Atsumu told us what dicks we were, we snapped back into reality. I- I'm sorry. I am. I was thinking that we'd fought over nothing and I was hurt. I thought you were throwing our friendship away for a fake relationship. I feel like even more of a dick than I was already being."

You press your lips together in a tight line, a futile attempt to stop your tears from falling. You lean back fully against Atsumu and smile a little. "You guys must feel really bad if he's said the words I'm sorry."

Kageyama laughs along with you, removing a hand from his pocket and wiping the sweat from his forehead. "More exhausting than the match yesterday. Can I go lie down?"

You look up at Atsumu and smile. He uses one of his thumbs to wipe away your tears before dropping his arm back in place.

"Right, not to ruin yer moment, but I need to go to practice. Can I trust ya not to turn on y/n before I come back?"

"Depends on how much she talks about you, Tobio needs time to recover from his embarrassing loss yesterday."

Atsumu burts out laughing at Wakatoshi's comment, kissing your cheek before making his way out. Before he leaves, he turns with a wide smile. "Make sure ya talk about me a lot. Ya need revenge on them!"

You roll your eyes at him, pushing yourself to sit up on the kitchen counter. Your eyes drift over everyone, trying to fight your smile.

"So, you love him?" Kenma speaks up for the first time, leaning forward to look past Kuroo.

The smile creeps out despite your attempt to compress it. "I... I'm getting there. I'm almost there," you admit, resting your hands in your lap.

"When I ask this, it's not a dig," Tobio clarifies, clearing his throat. "Does he treat you well? Genuinely?"

You nod your head quickly. "He does. He's the best. He's such a sweetheart, nothing like what everyone says. I can tell that when he says he loves me that he's telling the truth. He shows it all the time, too. I managed to get him to watch horror movies with me. He's agreed to watch the Saw franchise, I don't know how I did that. I'm proud of myself." You turn your attention to Wakatoshi. "I can't believe you took me out of your twitter bio."

He lowers his head, Kuroo dramatising a gasp. "I'm sorry. I feel-"

"I'm only teasing. But still, that was a new level of petty, I love it," you interrupt, waving your hand. "Wakatoshi, you are now officially my number one hype man."

Tobio's jaw drops, turning his head between the pair of you. He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "I can't believe how easy you replaced me. I've hardly been gone."

"Hey, be lucky any of you are even in here right now. Atsu was pissed. What did he say to you guys?"

Kenma raises an eyebrow. "You don't know?"

Shaking your head, you look around them all suspiciously. "I didn't even know he spoke to you guys. I thought he just had to do something with his team."

"He pointed out we treated you like shit. He slapped Ushiwaka with his words. He also kept calling you the love of his life," Kenma says, shrugging his shoulders. "It was gross. But he was right. We all feel like shit for what we did."

“As long as next time you guys actually hear me out, then we’re fine,” you joke, lowering yourself off the kitchen counter. “Now, how about we watch a movie? That way, we don’t upset Kags by talking too much about my boyfriend who destroyed his team yesterday?”

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[cryscendo]

the way glee always made KURT have to apologize for they’re that everyone else is in the wrong for makes me wanna beat ryan murphy with hammers

how are you going to tell a 16yo who could potentially be becoming an orphan in real time to just like “believe in god and pray about it 😊🙏”. and then get mad when he doesn’t really want to hear it. AND he offered perfectly valid reasons to as to why he doesn’t believe (which he didn’t even need to provide it’s his fucking choice???)

HOW are they gonna make him look like the bad guy when he chooses to have a crush on a boy. they really got so upset with him for doing something that every other kid in the show does. and then, once again, he is apologizing for it. he’s apologizing for liking sam bc FINN was un comfortable like hello??? and also i love burt but that “you’ll have to get used to being alone” speech he gives was not helpful or necessary bc why are you telling your kid that

HOWWW are you always gonna somehow make everything kurt’s fault when he’s literally almost always the real victim in the narrative

[the-good-neighbors]

Bruce Wayne strikes me as the kind of guy who eats his tost burt

Not because he accidentally burt it, not because he's hardcore, not because he's an edgelord.

No, he just likes it like that.

If we're talking about a modern universe, my guy just smacks that lever down until it's black. If the toaster catches on fire that's a good thing

If wetalking something older (like my 1920s batman comic, for example), he pulls out one of these bad boys and toarches it like a marshmallow

His kids think he's crazy. I also think he's crazy but I love him for that

[danosrosegarden]

paul dano masterlist ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚♡

fics are organized newest to oldest, pink = nsfw

edward nashton ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

♡ comfort zone {strap usage, teasing, praise, f reader}

♡ this is heaven and i'd die for it {mommy kink, praise, f reader}

♡ bandage {period comfort, f reader}

♡ wear me out, turn me on {m masturbation, toy usage, gn reader}

♡ don't you wanna be nobody every once in awhile {choker wearing, pillow humping, praise/degradation, gn reader}

♡ sick of losing soulmates {angst, calling edward from arkham, gn reader}

♡ i gave my trust, i shed my blood {angst, edward breaks out of arkham, gn reader}

♡ appointment day {being creepy at the dentist, gn reader}

♡ sweet tooth {birthday celebration fluff, gn reader}

♡ if only {jealous roommate, gn reader}

♡ my ugliness is not my fault, i know god just made me wrong {breaking in, m masturbation, gn reader}

♡ it's hot and we rot {mutual creepiness, gn reader}

♡ on occasion {crush fluff, gn reader}

♡ amour plastique {insecurity/anxiety reverse comfort, f reader}

♡ warming up {fluff and comfort, gn reader}

♡ lover, you should've come over {breakup angst, gn reader}

♡ my love, mine all mine {protective/obsessive, gn reader}

♡ just breathe {past trauma/anxiety attack reverse comfort, gn reader}

♡ this could build us a home {stalking/obsession, gn reader}

♡ spinning me around {not x reader, gender euphoria/experimenting}

♡ forever n ever {m oral sex, deepthroating, gn reader}

♡ bark like you want it {mdom, squirting, toy usage, f reader}

♡ hold tight {breeding, f reader}

♡ easy, easy {aftercare, gn reader}

♡ devotion {f oral sex, fem reader}

♡ dirty little secret {rimming, gn reader}

♡ when the sun hits {sad fluff, gn reader}

♡ a thousand words {sending nudes, m masturbation, f reader}

♡ pig in a poke {sharing beliefs on gotham, gn reader}

♡ beware of the dogs {conjugal prison sex, gn reader}

♡ some sweet day {zoo date fluff, gn reader}

♡ sweet boy {premature ejaculation, gn reader}

♡ pearly whites {blowjob with teeth, gn reader}

♡ hooked {f oral sex, f reader}

♡ at least {fluff, bad day reverse comfort, gn reader}

♡ angel ed nsfw alphabet

♡ angel (one/two/three) {series, gn reader}

♡ pucker up {fluff, gn reader}

♡ lady luck {comfort for violence/being attacked, gn reader}

♡ girl next door {camgirl reader, jealousy, f reader}

♡ return the favor {titty love, f reader}

♡ sweet little bunny {pet names, praise, gn reader}

♡ just like heaven {fluff, gn reader}

♡ warm fuzzies {cockwarming, gn reader}

♡ secret delivery {sending nudes, f reader}

♡ first time {first time fluffy sex, f reader}

♡ special {first time blowjob, gn reader}

♡ spree {shopping fluff, f reader}

♡ pretty in pink {camgirl reader, m and f masturbation, f reader}

♡ creep {panty sniffing, getting caught, sex on stream, pegging, choking, degradation, f reader}

♡ like an animal {hair pulling, spit, spanking, gn reader}

♡ tomorrow {autistic reader, overstimulation comfort, gn reader}

♡ fireside flurries {past trauma reverse comfort, fluff, gn reader}

eli sunday ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

♡ burn {m masturbation, m reader}

♡ good god {m masturbation, gn reader}

♡ the ground you walk on {bondage, teasing, gn reader}

♡ goddess {f dom, f reader}

♡ lamb of the lord {switchy sex, praise, degradation, gn reader}

timothy klitz ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

♡ something real {mutual masturbation, gn reader}

♡ tipping point {m masturbation, overstim, gn reader}

♡ we'll never have sex {asexual reader, comfort, gn reader}

louis ives ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

♡ pretty kitty {petplay, praise, gn reader}

♡ yes, you {fluffy sex, praise, gn reader}

♡ pretty lady {gender dysphoria, reverse comfort, f reader}

calvin weir-fields ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

♡ about time {hatefucking, gn reader}

♡ something to celebrate {pegging, fingering, f reader}

♡ always, forever {fluffy romantic sex, f reader}

♡ i am real and you are not (one) {series, gn reader}

burt fabelman ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

♡ snow globe {cockwarming, aftercare, gn reader}

♡ beautifully/unmistakably {gn masturbation, voyeurism, gn reader}

♡ holding to the ground {fluff, m reader}

♡ mine {jealousy, possessiveness, f reader}

pierre bezukov ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

♡ anyone else but you {anxiety reverse comfort, fluff, gn reader}

♡ that fateful night {fluffy sex, first time, f reader}

♡ frostbite {free useish, temperature play, fingering, f reader}

joby taylor ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

♡ asking nicely {switchy sex, edging/orgasm denial, gn reader}

♡ spellbound {fingering, gn reader}

♡ zombie {fingering, breathplay}

percy dolarhyde ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

♡ simple fun {hickies, gn reader}

♡ calling shots {switchy/rough sex, hair pulling, m mastubration, orgasm denial, gn reader}

jay okja ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

♡ heavenly {spanking, fingering, gn reader}

alex jones/barry milland ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

♡ take me somewhere nice {therapist reader, gn reader}

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

I’m looking for a fic I read a while ago where Kurt transferred to dalton due to being sexually assaulted at McKinley? I know he was vey quiet at the beginning but I don’t think he was mute.

There are tons of stories in our Dalton!Klaine tag, and perhaps the story you're looking for is one of these. ~Lynne

Set Me Free by fablewriter [PDF]

After an accident, Burt Hummel pulls Kurt out of McKinley and has him transferred to Dalton Academy School for Boys. - Set during the beginning of his junior year 

~~~~~

Welcome To Dalton Academy, Kurt by stargleekbelle  [PDF]

Kurt is driven to extreme measures when his life at McKinley spirals out of control. A couple of months into his junior year, he transfers to Dalton Academy where he befriends a group of boys who refuse to let him be the victim and teach him how to love himself once more.

~~~~~

Victorious by BlurtItAllOut

Kurt transfers to Dalton to get away from trouble in his old school. He needs a safe haven. Will Dalton be what he needs? The fun, the fluff, the pranks, the drama, the Warblers, the songs, the friendships, the frustration, the growing up, the school work, the New Directions, and everything else that happens during Kurt’s junior year.

~~~~~

Word of Mouth by LaurenEP18

A culmination of years of bullying and a traumatizing experience led Kurt to stop talking. His whiteboard is his only form of communication when his father sends him to Dalton. Kurt’s world will be turned around when he’s roomed with Blaine Anderson, Dalton’s bad boy. Can Blaine get through to Kurt? Will Kurt ever speak again?

[gethoce]

🥘🕰️ stew and/or clock for any and all ocs you please >:]

[🕰️ (Clock) - What would a Dreamy Gear version of them look like? What sort of accessories would they have? What kind of role do they play?]

Dreamy Gear Dutch is an outlaw who steals because it is mean. Daroach would have so so much beef with him. </3

I'm bad at describing designs so here it is drawn

[🥘 (Stew) - Do they have any favourite foods or comfort foods? What are their eating habits like? If absorbed by the Cook ability, what healing item would they summon?]

Dutch's favorite food is roasted bronto burt. Not because they taste particularly well, but out of spite alone. Too often did they crash into him mid-air! Kusamochi described his eating habits as among the worst she has ever seen. Boy chugs olive oil like hard alcohol for protein throughout the day. This is also what you get when targeting him with the cook ability, a bottle of olive oil. Yum.

[cannedbeefaroni]

Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! (A Man After Midnight) (Burt Fabelman x Reader) SMUT

Summary: Porn without plot

Content: SMUT 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, daddy kink, oral sex (both p and v receiving), nipple/breast play, edging, spanking, use of the term "good boy", vaginal penetration

Reader has female anatomy, such as breasts and a vulva, but is referred to with masculine terminology.

“Is it bad that I want to go all the way with you?” you mutter weakly, the tension in your chest feeling unbearable. 

“You want me to be inside you?” he asks as his lips inch closer to yours. An intense shock thrashes throughout your body, causing tension in every muscle. Your ears are ringing at the crude words that just fell from his lips, and they repeat in your head. “Do you?” he asks again, and you instantly nod your head rapidly, humming a “mhm.” Gently taking your hand, he helps you stand before leading you to his bedroom. Despite how fast you were trying to go earlier, this move caught you way off guard. Him initiating something so intimate felt disorienting. 

Flicking on the lamp next to the bed, he lets you sit. Slowly, you eased into the mattress as you looked up at him, hovering over you. It was intimidating, the way he leaned forward, gazing down at you with gentle, hooded eyes. His hands came to cup your face, before he slowly came in for a kiss. It was gentle and innocent, the way his soft, puckered lips explored yours, and his fingers laced through your hair. It didn’t matter how gentle he was with you, your body couldn’t help but tremor like a leaf. 

“Please, I want to know your feelings for me” he asks, lips keeping in proximity with yours. 

“I think I’m in love with you. I’m sorry,” you whisper timidly. 

“Don’t be sorry,” he kisses you again, with more passion. He pushes you back slowly, putting his knees on the bed, between your spread legs. “We’ll figure these feelings out,” he assures, then leaves sweet kisses on your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. “-because I think I’m falling for you too.”

“But why? I don’t get it,” you whine, feeling his nose and lips nuzzle into the dip of your neck. 

“What’s there not to get? You’re wonderful.”

“You probably wouldn’t think that if you got to know me better.”

“If you let me, I can prove you wrong,” you revel in the deepness of his bassy voice, sounding warm and sweet, resonating against your skin as he softly nips at your neck. “I want to know every part of you,” he continues, breath heavy on your neck. Your head falls into the bed, and your back arches, leaning your body into his. Your arms tightly wrap around him, gripping the back of his shirt. His hands slide up your arms, tightly gripping your shoulders as his kisses trail down to your collarbone. He pulls back, looking down at you as his fingers graze the neckline of your shirt, feeling your upper chest rise and fall rapidly. You’re unable to keep yourself from fixating on his hands. So many times in the past you had to scold yourself for staring at his fingers with lewd intent. He begins unbuttoning your top, and you pay attention to the way he carefully moves down your torso, parting the fabric, revealing your chest and stomach. His palms run over hips, waist, and ribs. You can tell he’s fixated on your chest, covered with nothing but a bra. Being exposed to him felt embarrassing, but you were obsessed with the feeling of him looking at you. Grabbing your breasts, he gives them a gentle squeeze, massaging them. 

“Mmh, Burt,” his name falls from your lips in a lazy moan.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he coos as he stares deep into your eyes, yearningly. 

“It feels so good,” you whine, arching your back, pushing yourself into him. 

“Yeah?” his lips descend to your collarbone one again, kissing and licking the skin, moving down to your cleavage as he continues groping your chest. He sucks on the soft, supple skin on your upper breast, leaving hickies. He pulls you by your hips onto his lap, elevating your pelvis as your upper half lays back on the bed. He leans over you, pulling your bra down, exposing your nipples. He pinches them, rolling them between his fingers as he looks up into your eyes to watch how you react. He revels in every moan and whimper that comes from your mouth. His tongue delicately flicks at one of your hardened nipples, before his lips latch onto your breast, sucking and swirling his tongue. His mouth sinks into your breast as he pleases you, one hand still playing with the other. You whine as you can’t help but rub yourself into his lap, legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Pulling his lips from your tit with a pop, he moves to the other, sucking on it just as feverishly. You feel one of his hands move down your stomach to your crotch, fingers rubbing you over your skirt. You squeal slightly. 

“You like when I touch you here?” he asks as you grind yourself against his hand. He sits up, looking down at you squirm against the bed in delight. 

“Yes,” you squeak. He pulls down your pants, sliding it off each leg before tossing them aside. He notices the wet spot forming between your legs, and he slides his finger against your slit. He repositions you to be higher up on the bed with your head against the pillows. He lays on his stomach between your legs, dipping his head between them, mouthing at your clothed pussy. Whimpering, you watch Burt as he buries his face between your legs. He pulls your underwear to the side, allowing his tongue to make direct contact. Sweetly, he kisses your clit, licking and sucking on it as your legs tremor. You squeal as he pushes a finger inside you, reaching deep into your cervix. It curls inside of you, feeling your insides, figuring out the best way to pleasure you. Looking up at you, he observes how you react to his touch. Once he figures out the right spot, he pumps his middle and ring fingers in and out of you. He continues sucking on your clit, making you squirm. His glasses slide down his nose as he loses himself in your taste. 

“So wet for me already,” he purrs, fingering you at a steady pace. The muscles in your thighs tighten, closing your legs from the intense sensation, but he pushes your legs wide open with strong hands gripping your flesh. You gasp at his sudden roughness. Burying his face in your groin, the tip of his nose rubs against your clit as he makes out with your pussy, licking around the inside. Even just the sight of him eating you out makes you weak. His head bobs as mouths at you, eyes closed blissfully. You didn’t understand why you thought he looked so handsome from this angle, looking down at him as he buries his lips between your folds, and his usually neat, combed back hair was slowly becoming disheveled with strands falling over his face. You slide your fingers through his hair, gently holding his head, and he looks up into your eyes, still tonging you. 

“Oh my god! Burt, please, I’m so close,” you cry, body twitching. Suddenly, his movements slow down, and he pulls his lips from your crotch. Wiping his mouth with the side of his hand, he sits up, smugly watching you whine at the lack of contact. 

“We can’t have that now, can we?” his grip on your thighs stays tight, giving them a squeeze as they shake. You whimper, about to say something in protest, but he cuts you off, “won’t it feel so much better with you squeezing around me?”  

“Please.” 

“Please, what?” he teases, leaning over you. “What is it you want, sweetheart?”

“Please fuck me, daddy,” you groan, writhing around impatiently. For a few seconds, there was no response. Your head was turned to the side, so you looked back up at him. Sat back up, he looked shocked, breathing heavily with his eyes darting around, face flushed. 

“Oh my god,” his voice becomes breathy as he holds his fist to his hand in shock. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have- it just came out. I didn’t mean to,” you suddenly become extremely self conscious, worried you just ruined the entire mood. 

“No, that’s not why- I just,” he rambles as he becomes more flustered, struggling to find the right words. “I’m just not used to being called that during… you know.” Seeing him lose composure like this was surreal. Sitting yourself up on the back of your elbows, he glances back and forth at your chest, taking note of the way your breasts fall over your figure in this position. 

“Do you not like it?” you ask, staring up at him, doe-eyed. He stares back, chest rising and falling intensely as he obsessively observes your expression. Leaning in closer to your face, he pushes himself up between your legs, making you lift and spread them to make room for him. 

“Say it again,” he demands, holding your face in his hands. You tense up, feeling his bulge prod against your soaked cunt. 

“Please, daddy,” you whimper in a delicate voice. He sighs, reveling in your tone. 

“I don’t know why,” he grunts before kissing you intensely, beginning to hump you, “but that’s really getting me worked up,” he says between kisses, dipping down to your neck once again, kissing and sucking on your skin. He reaches down to his belt, undoing it as fast as possible, then unzipping and pulling down his pants. He leans back to pull his dick out, and you stare as it springs out, almost fully erect. Before you even get the chance to process it, he gives himself a few pumps in his fist, then pulls your underwear aside and shoves his cock inside of you. You cry out from the stretch. Despite penetrating you slowly, it’s overwhelming as he bucks his hips into yours, eventually filling you up entirely. He groans as you squeeze around him. 

“Fuck!,” you exclaim, feeling him hit the back of your pussy. 

“Good boy, just like that,” he whispers in your ear, slightly moving his hips into yours, letting you get used to him. “Does it hurt?”

“No, I’m fine,” your hands cling to his back, gripping his shirt. 

He observes your expression as it relaxes into a gentle smile, and he smiles back, knowing you’re okay. “Good,” kissing your cheek, his hands run down the sides of your body, gripping whatever he can. He fucks you at a steady pace, panting as your inner walls clench around his shaft. You can hear the bed frame hitting the wall as he fucks you into the mattress. He kisses your lips before sitting up again, allowing him to reach deeper inside you. Tightly, his fingers grip onto your hips, pushing and pulling himself in and out of you. You reach back and grip onto the pillow, needing something to keep you grounded while getting rammed into. “Oh god, look at you. So gorgeous.” He rests his hand on your lower stomach, then moves down so his thumb can reach your clit, rubbing it in circles while he fucks you. “How does that feel?” 

“So good,” you gasp, moaning as your body constricts and shakes. In every sense, your grip on him tightens, causing him to grunt from the intensity. He catches your lips with his, making out with you. Kissing him back, you moan into his mouth, taking his brutal thrusts. 

“You’re getting so close, aren’t you?” he grins at you in pure bliss, continuing to thrust into you at the perfect pace, loving the way you bounce on his dick. 

“Yeah,” you squeak, then he abruptly stops, causing you to whine painfully.

“I won’t let you cum unless you beg for it,” he jeers, gripping your waist painfully, keeping you in place. “Can you do that, pretty boy?” 

“Please,” you sob, hips bucking instinctively, but his grasp on you is too firm for you to move enough. “I need it so bad.” He looks unamused, waiting for you to say something specific. “I wanna cum so bad, daddy. Please, daddy. I can’t- I-“ you try so hard to hold it back, but you fail, squealing as your orgasm hits you like a truck. Your legs shake and kick as you clamp down impossibly tight on him, making him pant and whimper from the nearly painful sensation. He pulls out of you as you fall back against the bed, still trembling from the aftershock. His dick is completely drenched, and you revel in the sight of it, rock hard and red at the tip. 

“I’m disappointed in you,” he teases, making you pout, “my greedy little boy, so disobedient.”

“I can’t help it!” you whine. 

“Don’t you think you deserve punishment?” he whispers in your ear, deep and roughly. You don’t respond besides whimpering softly in response. Getting up, he brings you with him to the edge of the bed. He sits, then brings you to his lap, laying on your belly across. Pressing his hand on the small of your back, he pulls up your skirt to fully expose your ass as he pulls your panties all the way off. You feel embarrassed as he caresses and gropes the supple flesh. 

“Should I stop?” He asks, and you shake your head shyly with your face buried in the covers. He chuckles before lightly smacking your butt, eliciting a small yelp. Harder, he smacks you again, then again, and again. You’re crying out, panting and whimpering in pain, but you don’t want it to stop. Wetness continues to drip from your hole, running down your thighs, becoming more aroused from each spank. “Bad boy, you have no idea what you do to me. Getting me so pent up all the time. It was torture holding myself back from cumming inside of you,” his erection presses against your stomach as he holds you firmly in place. Suddenly, his fingers slip inside of you, curling as they rub your puffy, sensitive inner walls. “Such a little slut, hm? You just love being played rough with, don’t you?” he whispers, fingering your sensitive hole. He spanks your red, raw ass again, causing you to yell out in pain and start kicking your legs, overwhelmed from the pain. “Is it too much?”

“Mhm,” you whimper.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he caresses your backside, then bends down to kiss the sore skin. You get up, sitting yourself next to him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss him spontaneously, for no other reason than because you want to. He giggles softly at your sweetness, kissing you back as he embraces you. You kiss his cheek, feeling over encumbered with adoration, leaving peck after peck before nuzzling tightly into the crook of his neck. 

“Mmh, daddy,” you murmur, clinging onto him tightly. 

“What is it, baby?” His embrace is strong, one hand around your back, and the other on your ass, still soothing the burning skin with a gentle touch. 

“I wanna touch you,” you plead, pulling your head up to look at him with sad, wet eyes. 

“Whatever you want,” he kisses your forehead, then gently takes hold of your hand, guiding it to his crotch. “Get on your knees for me,” he ushers you off the bed to kneel on the floor between his legs. You wrap your fingers around his shaft, staring at it up close for the first time. Stroking it, you feel it slowly become harder in your hand, and you hear a sigh of content. Not realizing, your face inches closer to it, as you watch the precum pool from his tip as you jerk him off. 

“Does it feel good?” you ask, fluttering your eyelids as you look up at him, eagerly awaiting his praise. 

“Mmh, so good. You’re being so good for daddy,” he moans, lacing his fingers through your hair as he holds the back of your head. “You wanna suck my cock? Yeah?” Not even bothering to answer, you take him into your mouth, and he grips your hair, beginning to push you up and down on it. Hitting the back of your throat, you gag, with tears streaming down your face. Your cheeks hollow, sucking and swirling your tongue around his shaft. Pushing yourself deeper and deeper onto him, you groan as his tip stretches your throat. You rapidly breath through your nose, trying to keep your breath steady. Suddenly, you pull yourself off of him, gagging and coughing. You wipe the drool from your chin, painting. “Let’s not get too ambitious now,” he teases, wiping your tear stained face. 

Trying again, you slowly take him inside your mouth. Dragging your lips and tongue along his shaft, you grow weak as his scent and taste flood your senses. He holds the back of your head, gently thrusting at the pace set by you. “Good boy, just like that,” he praises, watching your hooded eyes stare into his. You get off on the feeling of taking him into your throat, bobbing your head at a steady rhythm. Hands gripping his thighs, you lose yourself as suck on his cock, feeling addicted. His hands find their way to the back of your head again, gently coaxing himself deeper down your throat, and you eagerly take it. Very slowly, he fucks your throat, and you cant help but gag and moan loudly, muffled by his shaft. “Keep looking at me with those pretty eyes, dear,” he coos while leaning back, pressing his hips forward to allow more movement. Staring up at him as you choke on his dick, your hand mindlessly finds its way to your clit, and you rub yourself vigorously to the pace at which he fucks your throat. You felt filthy getting off just from sucking him off, but the humiliation in being so desperate made you even hornier. Soon enough, he pulls your head off his cock by your hair, promptly jerking himself off before finishing on your face, audibly moaning. You wipe his cum from your face, licking it up before gently licking his leaking tip. 

He takes your hands, pulling you up to crawl into his lap. He holds you tightly in his arms, then falls back onto the bed, pulling you on top of him. He sighs, completely spent as his hand caresses your head, with you nuzzling his neck.

[loafthecat]

Welcome to fun oc facts with loaf!

I remember doing one for Ollie- so why not do one for another oc of mine I love-? (Might also do more in the future for the other’s too idk-)

Today’s Subject is Mavy or Maverick Johnson- lol-

- Mavy is around 26-27 years old, and by the time of ctm he’s been contained within the ccc for 3 years max.

- current voice claim for mavs is Dogday, (yes the one out of Poppy playtime, sue me-), this goes for both cartoon and bigger bodies dogday as cartoon dogday fits pre-ccc mavy’s voice and bigger body dogday fits in with current Mavy’s voice. (Being more weak and deep? Idk- I still think Mav’s voice would remain gentle-)

- Mav first came from a dream @toxsradioactivelocks explained she had on discord, and I went- “hey- what if I made this character from your dream into a oc-?”, …..and that’s how we got mavy-

- best way to describe Mav would be- tired pessimist. He’s not really rude or mean- he’s just… lost all hope in ever being found or rescued- so much so he’s completely given up the idea of escaping himself- …he’s just so tired….

- he does tend to lose his temper when under a lot of stress…. While it’s hard to get Mav to that point- it’s not advised you push him that far as well- I think trev could tell you exactly what happens when Mav is pushed to his limits.

- dislikes basically everyone in the ccc- (except for one exception) it isn’t personal- he just can’t find himself having sympathy for people who continue to let his torment continue-

- speaking of sympathy, Mav has a lack of sympathy for others. He lost his sense of it over time in the ccc, ESPECIALLY towards the ccc’s employees. If anything bad happens he’s probably just silently watching from his containment cell, besides- what’d he be able to do anyway-?

- dispite all the above, Mav isn’t a angry or shouty person. He displays dislike more akin to how (best comparison) Burt would, which is blunt and quietly, instead of loudly.

- Mavy is a sweet boi- He’s just- not really like that to a majority of the ccc-

- Mav used to be a gov pilot- at least before the ccc. He……he misses his friends….he misses his old partner…….not that any of them probably remember him……

- yeah he has abandonment issues, specifically when it comes to the government and the fact, they haven’t rescued him. (Granted the gov thinks he’s dead but still-)

- ^ the above issue becomes worse after ctm.

- he can’t remember what his own face used to look like, before he turned into his current form.

- depresso espresso

- he eeps a lot-

Abilities:

- Mavy is able to shapeshift thanks to the black goo covering his entire body! Granted, Mav doesn’t become a perfect replica of what he’s trying to turn into, as the goo’s black colouring and his eyes and diamond like spots stay the same. (As seen in the poorly drawn cat at the bottom of post)

- Dispite his ability to shapeshift, mavy struggles to control this ability while under stress. Often if made too overly stressed his form shifts on its own, into something mavy can’t control, a form which makes mavy turn in the best of words- feral.

- mavy doesn’t shapeshift often either. Partly because he doesn’t like to and partly because there’s no point in doing so

- said goop is a result of a package “gifted” to mavy from someone called “gadget gabe”-? (Or maybe it wasn’t…..), It attached to him and now is unremovable from his body, so the change is permanent.

- due to what happened to him, Mavy’s legs are now slightly managled, becoming more akin to a animal’s legs then human legs, because of this Mavy always walks with a limp, although depending on what he’s doing and how fast he’s walking it becomes more or less noticeable.

Relations:

- current mavy isn’t friends with many people. He USED to be close with plenty of people within the government- but in the ccc- not so much-

- he only really has one proper friend in the CCC, Pluto starstick (other oc.) he likes Pluto because well- Pluto is actually just a decent person really- plus- Pluto actually talks to him and has a reason towards why he can’t do anything to stand up against the ccc. <- If I make a post on Pluto I’ll explain that more but for now back to Mavy.

- He’d be close friends with Dave if they met (or when they met.) I feel like they’d just understand eachother well- ESPECIALLY when it comes to the pain they’ve both been through- shared trauma and all!

- weirdly enough, Mavy is the only experiment in the ccc, Trevor will avoid and NOT act cruel too…. Now believe me it isn’t out of care or love or anything. In fact- Trevor actually fears Mavy. Hm, maybe I’ll explain why one day too ;3.

- the last two current relations Mavy has aren’t good ones either- …what..? Mav wasn’t the only gov agent fcked over by the ccc- …..too bad those two old friends are less then friendly now…. Or at least…. One of them certainly aren’t… and the other……. ……what a dirty traitor.

So yeah!!!! There’s all of Mavy’s base info! Feel like I should do more of these to explain each of my thsc ocs more- I’ll probably do one of the ccc gang or maybe trev or Pluto next-

Anyway, enjoy poorly drawn cat mavy!

[mamuzzy]

For those angst prompts, "Don't ever utter those words again, I'm begging you." for either Fox/Thorn or Fives/Deadshot. Whichever tickles your fancy :D (@/nooneherebutusghosts).

Thank you for the ask, @nooneherebutusghosts! While I usually don't pass a chance to create something with my babygirl, the promtp begged for FoxThorn so I went with them. I hope you like the little illustration and the accompanying fic I've come up with! Enjoy~

Relationship: ThornFox Rating: Gen Warning: Safe for read but tell me if something needs to be tagged. No beta. Word count: 982 Summary: Thorn was injured in one of his mission on Coruscant and Fox feels guilty about it.

The thoughts always lingered in one of the deepest, hated side of Fox’s mind. That all it was a bad idea, wrong, wrong to the core. After so much shit going on, everything felt like a responsibility, even the small beautiful things he managed to grab a hold on and oh he clung on that sweetest forbidden fruit like his life depended on it, but the thing is with fruits that eventually they start to rot and inevitably die. So how do you preserve a fruit, you put it in the conservator to keep it fresh a little longer, or dry the moisture out of it so it can be stored for years. Now Thorn wasn’t a fruit and Fox wasn’t a psycho either to put the ideas into practice. Still, the dilemma stood.

“Fox’ika” whispered Thorn with a faint smile, eyes half-closed. “You are going to implode with all that thoughts in your head.”

Fox, raised his head immediately, a mixture of concern and relief on his face, he didn’t even noticed how anxiously he was fidgeting with his thumbs in his lap. He sat near Thorn’s bed, waiting for him to wake up from his sedated, dreamless sleep.

“Sorry” said Fox apologetically. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“You didn’t. The trooper outside is quite eager with the searching lights.”

Fox looked outside the window and frowned as the harsh light sweeped through the grounds precariously. He was supposed to be proud of the shiny assigned to the guard tower, probably wanted to investigate every nook and cranny of the CG grounds, including the very walls of the ward, or maybe he was just simply liked to messing around with the lights like a little boy who finally got to play with grown ups’ toys.

“I tell him to knock it off.”

“Don’t” said Thorn seeing his riduur raised his vambrace, fingers itched to make a call. “Stay with me.”

Fox measured the priorities and decided it was with Thorn rather than taking his frustration out on that sod of a shiny, especially that Thorn slowly emerged from his bed, sat up with a painful groan and hands on his bandaged hip.

“You should rest!” said Fox, already on his feet to help his lover to lay back but Thorn reached out for his hand.

Their finger entwined in tenderness, intuitively and caring, skin to plastoid and fabric of the blacks. The searching light swept again the room, making rogue particles visible between them, and then disappearing again in the dark. They stood like this for a while, Thorn looking up with loving tiredness with the most softest smile he was able to manage despite the pain.

And something broke in Fox.

“I’m sorry” a sound escaped from Fox’s mouth little no louder than a quivering whine. Thorn could feel the trembling through the fingers. He looked at his face distorted by repressed guilt, he immediately know what was wrong.

“Fox’ika…”

“I’m sorry “ Fox repeated “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“Com’ here, love” Thorn spread his other arm as an invitation “It’s okay.”

Fox took one big step, the gap closed between them and clung on Thorn while hands folded around his neck into a tight needy embrace. Sobbing burts out from somewhere the deepest hated depths of Fox’s heart.

“I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have send you down there!” Fox gasped for air with hiccups. “I knew it was dangerous, possibly lethal and yet I sent you down there!”

“Fox, I knew the risks” Thorn replied calmly but the anxious rambing went on.

“And I knew it too! That’s why I sent you there, because you are a fucking competent soldier, my best, my second in command and now seeing you like this makes me want to hide you into a safe compartment or put you into the cryochamber and when everything is safe, I’ll unfreeze you and…”

“Fox you can’t just set me aside like a paperwork until the war is over” Thorn couldn’t help but chuckle. “Like you said, I’m your second in command. The flame that shines for you so you can work in the shadow. Remember?”

Fox couldn’t make himself remember and did not heard him.

“I can’t protect you, I can’t save you when I’m not with you, I can’t change the outcomes, you were there dying and I wasn’t with you, I was an irresponsible commander, Thorn, I don’t deserve you to be gentle with me after all this, I don’t deserve your smile, don’t deserve you!”

Thorn cupped Fox’s face into his palms to lock their gazes, and looked into those teary amber eyes full of despair.

“Are you saying this as my riduur or my superior?” asked in a serious tone even Fox stopped with the rambling. “I’m your second in command. A commander. A competent soldier, like you said. But now I messed up a mission, my men died, the men I chose, just as you chose me to lead this operation. I know you fear for me but when we were just colleagues, you never thought about a second to send me into my death because you trusted me to come back.”

“I know…”

“I’m not done.”

Fox whimpered.

“Fox… remember our vows. We share love as well as the burden that comes with our duty. Please… don’t let love blur your judgement of my capabilities. And do not neglect me when I need my riduur at my side. Right now.

Hot tears wetted Thorns calloused fingers as Fox slowly nodded. Thorn leaned in to give his lover a small kiss on the lips, light as a feather, making him whimper again. It made sure that no other thoughts remained in Fox’s mind. Their silence was comfortable as Fox’s abrupt breathing started to calm down, Thorn whispered into his lips, almost pleadingly.

“Don’t ever utter those words again, I’m begging you.”

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I don't deserve you angsty prompt list can be found [here], send me a prompt with a ship and I draw you something!

[heyitsburtburt]

Burt, what do you do in your free time? What do you do when you aren’t working, that is if you ever get breaks-

See this is how you ask a question! You get a bunch of cool details about me of course and you get to be made fun of to!

Well itchy, it all depends on what I'm feeling like right now. Sometimes I just like to lie in bed and ponder my existence as a whole. But of course that whole thing is kinda secret. Kinda, but you know. Sleeping in is it's own fun.

I also like to play video games. But boy howdy was it hard to convince the chief to let me play video games for you guys. It's too bad I've been so busy these past few days. The game I was gonna play for you next is really cool (aside from that scary game that's not scary I'm not scared of it at all, nope nope nope...)

I also like to bake! I baked a strawberry cake yesterday. Unfortunately, some of the vultures of the clan swooped down on it before I could even have more than three slices. It was a pretty big cake too! With actual strawberries on it and everything! But other then baking, I can actually make my own meals. I know how to make a really good melted cheese from scratch and everything.

But it's much easier to microwave ramen or make a frozen pizza. Those are pretty good too. But I divest.

One of my favorite things to do is puzzles. I used to HATE them when I was younger, but as I got older, I garnered a better appreciation for them. Puzzles are fun, especially as you're getting to last pieces. Nothing sets off your endolphins like rapidly placing down pieces as you celebrate your victory lap.

Anyway itchy, that's all you really need to know. I get really busy, but that doesn't stop me from firing up solitaire when I'm bored of waiting for things to happen. You know, I like how the cards just... bounce down.

Wow this got long. So, uh... I guess send me more questions like this...

[sonofsaviors]

Enid laughs. She feels bad that she does, but she does laugh. Because he's not talking about it in the way Negan might. He's so lighthearted about the whole thing. And instead of it being off-putting it leads Enid to think that there are some ways Logan isn't like his dad. "Wanna bet?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "It's gonna happen eventually, everyone knows it. Just a matter of how even the playing field it's gonna be." She reaches over and pokes his side. "I'll bet you my Walkman Rick wins."

Simon is probably the one Enid knows the most, since he's the one who usually deals with Hilltop. He seems to be one of the more reasonable of those in charge, always willing to at least genuinely hear a deal out before turning it down. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" she asks, because despite how Simon has been mostly pleasant so far nothing would surprise her at this point.

"How long did that last until you had surgery?"

@ourdyingwords

"Fuckin' bet!" The bulky teen agreed, quickly and easily. "I bet my record player. Dad will curbstomp Rick's face into the dirt." He too had a walkman, but he figured it would be boring to put the same thing as her, even if he was now wondering if they listened to the same music or had similar tastes. Maybe Enid liked Metallica and Def Leppard too?

"Is Uncle Simon being my Uncle a good thing?"The boy asked, for clarification. "Yeah. Despite looking like a fuckin' discount Burt Reynolds, he's really funny. He taught me how to play Poker and lets me try Gin sometimes. 'cause it's Dad's favorite, besides Whiskey."

But he was very particular, and they only had a glass of his preferred whiskey on very special occasions; Logan's sixteenth birthday, for example and the anniversary of Mom's death. Where Dad played You are So Beautiful by Joe Cocker and got very quiet, lost in memories.

"Like maybe a day? Dad noticed that I was sick and got me the Doc pretty quickly."

Logan was grateful to distract himself with conversation.

[lovelygirlnicole15]

Yo ladies! My name's Ashley Nicole (She/Her)! But you can call me Ashley or Nicole (however you want to)!

Welcome to the Toppat Clan... With Chaos!

The Show :3

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Welcome to this comedy Toppat Clan Au, where you can find:

-Chaos Everyday (well almost)

-Drama Queen (Carol Cross)

-4th Wall Breaks

-I like trains man (Mr.Macbeth)

-Baby shark lover boy (Sven)

-Multiverse Madness (I accept collaborations with your thsc Aus as long as It doesn't meant to murder, evilness and most importantly.... BRAINWASHING/HYPNOTIZING/MIND-CONTROLLING)

-Food War

-Emotionless (kinda?) Burt

-Among Us matches

-Logic Shenanigans

-Meme References

-Things with no sense

-Weird humor

And more :)

Info: This Au takes place after Triple Threat where everyone in the Toppat Clan manage to escape the Wall (don't ask me how) and started to rebuild the rocket for the orbital station, but not without having crazy shenanigans.

The Decoloration

Toppat OC's voices (Headcanon)

My (Main) Ocs:

Nicole Leclerc (Her clothing design)

Megan

Mercudi Panza

Hatāśā

Kiomi Griever and Tomio Tamadachi

Binta Spencer

Bonnie Spencer

Milfra Hope

Irma Hendrix and DJ Via

Princess Takeshi Ishikawa

Ronaldo Copperbottom

The Outlaws (Puss and Fluff)

Dita Petrov and Trixie Sparkwoof

Lyss Muller (Mama Lyss)

Ritto and Nitta Abdo

My Ocs in Gacha Life 2 Style

Art Request OFFICIALLY RE-OPENED

Your oc react to _____ scene quiz (only available for mutuals) CURRENTLY CLOSED

My roleplay style:

What I accept in role-play:

-Soft/Kind/Nice content

-Ships (all ships are acceptable)

-Sick days

-Au Crossover

-Good endings

What I won't accept in role-play:

-NSFW content

-My fav character getting killed

-Bad ending

-Anything that makes me feel uncomfortable

This is something random of me asking my mutuals about what would their oc react to an scene I send to your inbox (this is ONLY for mutuals) every Sunday!

Rules:

1. Doodling is acceptable.

2. Fanarts are acceptable.

3. Mini stories are also acceptable.

4. The previous rules are optional.

5. I may not ask ALL my mutuals due to laziness.

My other accounts

Magician Heroes Au (currently having some issues with my pal Rafa but everything's fine)

Toppat Civil Warface Au (Kinda dead in this one but I'm trying to be alive).

THSC HEADCANONS BABY

Tags (Official)

#ToppatClanWithChaosTheShow, #Ash Nic Answering, #Ash Nic art/fanart, #Ash Nic approve, #Ash Nic reject, #Talk with Ash Nic, #Ash Nic rp, #Ash Nic Writing, #Ash Nic chilling, #Ash Nic Emotional damage, #Ash Nic grands permission, #Aah Nic Wips, #Ash Nic Worries, #Ash Nic reblog, #Ash Nic inform, #Ash Nic relates

Disclaimer (IMPORTANT)

My ships

Toppat Clan with Chaos The Show Au Story:

1. The HUGE lie

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

2. Who is Pregnant?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

3. Jewel Down

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

4. A Princess and A Beast

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

5. ORD (Operation Romantic Date)

(coming soon)

6. Toppat Wonder

(coming soon)

7. Enemy Among Us

(coming soon)

Shorts

This is a place where I show my mini comic/short section of my Au, they'll be 3-10 panels or 2-3 parts.

Dad? (Jewel Down)

Fever Down Technique (Jewel Down)

... Mute?

Bertram and The Decoloration

Love Advice go Wrong

Frog-Kid

[luxurychristmaspudding]

Taurus // 34 // From Edinburgh, though he's rarely home these days // Rhythm guitarist. Lives and breathes music, but jokingly insists the band is 'just a gig' til he finds a proper job // Has two cats, Bilbo and Baggins, whom he video calls every so often when you're on the road and who are the only screensaver photos he’s ever had // Jack once called Bilbo 'Dildo' and he very lovingly chinned him for it // Classic rock, with a secret soft spot for 80s pop // The best music taste, ever. Has introduced you to almost all of your favourite artists // Mint, cigarette smoke, lavender // Looks like he could break your nose, but would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it // Has a habit of cracking his knuckles absentmindedly, even though Eimear keeps telling him he'll get arthritis (he always says he knows he won't, but stops because she thinks it's gross) // Cares about his friends more than he can say - he’ll go out of his way to fix you up with a plaster or grab your favourite snacks without being asked // Has a chipped tooth from a stage dive gone wrong, insists it makes him 'look harder' // Collects lanyards from every show you've ever played. Takes them out sometimes and has a little cry about how far you've all come // Always leaves handwritten thank-you notes at every small venue the band plays, a habit you have also picked up // Bites his lips when deep in thought, carries a little Burt's Bees stick with him to save them // Can sleep anywhere, anytime, a skill he perfected on tour buses, planes, and backstage couches // Has an arsenal of terrible dad jokes and usually tells them just to hear you all groan // Bad habit of drinking energy drinks instead of proper meals, swears he's 'working on it' but the white Monster just tastes too good // Fiddles with his guitar even when he's supposed to be resting his hands, claims he's 'keeping the calluses fresh' // Hates silence, always has a record playing or a video on in the background to fill the quiet // Has a stash of cat toys in his suitcase so he has something new for 'the boys' every time he's home // Can't stand early mornings, but he'll show up for you, no matter what // Reluctantly good at first aid, thanks to a few on-stage mishaps (Jack). Grumbles about it but will fix you up with a gentle hand and a quiet 'ya daftie' // If he's in a new city, he'll find the nearest book shop first, every single time // Gets fiercely protective if anyone disrespects his bandmates, and never answers any personal questions // Has a tattoo of his grandma's favourite song lyrics on his forearm. She always told him how proud she was // Always carries a battered notebook filled with half-written lyrics and random doodles, only lets you or Vic look through it // Once 'borrowed' a fluffy hotel bathrobe on tour, and now it's his go-to for flights. It's a little grey and tattered now // Doesn't believe in luck, says he makes his own, but keeps a small pebble his sister gave him for 'safe travels' in his pocket // Loves you like a sister, tells you as often as he can.

[iiuvssy]

i don’t usually write fanfics but i have been thinking about a piece of writing for the whole day so i’m gonna share 💙💛

sorry if my grammar is off this was kinda rushed lol 😭😭

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it’s late in the afternoon, it’s raining heavily outside. mike and will are sitting on mikes bed. it’s quiet, the boys enjoy having alone time without any interruptions.

mike is peering at will, with hearts in his eyes, gazing at wills majestic face, he’s so into it he can count each of his moles. he’s so pretty it hurts.

will doesn’t notice his clingy boyfriend stalking him while he’s busy fidgeting with his fingers, and if he did know, he wouldn’t mind at all. it’s completely normal in his point of view.

after minutes of silence, mike is annoyed. he’s tired of being ignored for hours if not days patiently waiting for his boyfriend to say a word.

mike breaks the silence, “will?”

will doesn’t respond, mike’s upset now

mike calls will again, this time waving his hand across wills face and with a much more impatient tone, “WILL?”

will doesn’t respond AGAIN, mike face is bottled up with emotions, does my boyfriend even know i exist? is he mad at me? what did i do wrong? god, why is he not replying

will finally responds “yeah-?”

mike is full of relief, finally! i have been recognised!!

“oh my god, i thought you went deaf or blind! look at me!!”

will rolls his eyes and glares at mike, “what do you want?”

“i need attention. you know i hate when it’s quiet for too long”

mike then grabs wills thighs and turn his body towards him, he leans over and uses his finger and lifts wills head

will is confused, he holds onto mike arm and stares at him, puzzled about what’s going on

“um, mike? what are you doing?”

mike grins “something..”

he looks down and gazed at wills lips, god they are so kissable. he then caresses them with his index finger, then mikes smile turns into a slight frown.

will notices his facial expression change, he’s curious.

“is there something wrong? why are you suddenly so down?”

“your lips are chapped, disgusting.” mike replies attentively

wills chuckles in confusion “huh? why are you disgusted?? you expect me to have the softest lips in history??”

“to be honest, yeah. i do expect you to have the softest lips ever.”

will pushes mikes are from his chin he looks slightly offended, and mike reacts with a grin

“ok then! i’ll apply some chapstick, how about that?”

will then lifts himself off mikes bed, and stomps to mikes night stand. he pulls all the drawers and scavenges through.

mike follows him and looks over his shoulder.

“your drawers are so messy! have you ever thought about organising?” will said under his breath

mike now doesn’t respond instead he softly giggles.

will finally then picks up mikes most probably expired burts bee lip balm. he looks back at mike and shoves it into his face. mike thinks uh oh, i think he’s in a bad mood today!

as will is angrily unraveling the lid off mike snatched it out of his hand and applies some to his lips. will stares at him with frustration.

“what the fuck, mike?”

mike ignored will once again. he keeps applying more and more.

will is so done with mike now! he scoffs and starts to walk away. but then mike drops the chapstick and turns will around just to grab him by the collar just to lips on his. wills eyes widen as his face started to turn into a tomato.

mike pulls away with a smug look on his face, he runs his finger through his lips again

“better, much better”

wills stands still, his face is completely red. he starts to smile faintly and he locks eyes with mike,

“well that was unexpected” will snorts

mike bursts out laughing after seeing how will is blushing so hard when mike decides to make a silly goofy move.

will pushes mike teasingly and starts to laugh harder

“my god, wheeler! why do always do this to me!”

mike leans in, “because i love you”

will is blushing harder then ever with a heart eyes and a faint grin,

“i love you too, idiot”

will grabs mikes neck and their lips collide.